Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 736 Bike

Questions flew left and right, overlapping one another as they tried to piece together the mystery that was last night.

Flustered, Heaven raised her hands in surrender, trying to fend them off like a celebrity cornered by paparazzi.

"Girls, please—one at a time!" she said, laughing nervously. "Let me wash up first, then we’ll talk."

Her cheeks burned red, but she couldn’t help giggling.

Despite her initial shame and fear, the energy in the room was infectious.

The girls weren’t judging her—they were just dying to know every juicy detail.

With a towel still wrapped around her and clothes clutched to her chest, she made her way toward the bathroom, calling back over her shoulder with a teasing grin.

"Don’t worry. I won’t leave out the good parts."

The chorus of playful squeals and gasps behind her followed her all the way to the door.

Two hours later, the girls sat in stunned silence, their faces a mixture of disbelief, awe, and barely contained curiosity.

Heaven had just finished recounting everything—at least, everything she could remember.

She hadn’t held back. From the first kiss to the last gasp of pleasure before dawn, she described the night in vivid, breathless detail, her voice still tinged with embarrassment and a trace of lingering pleasure.

The room had gone from wild giggles and teasing jabs to wide-eyed silence as the intensity of her story sank in.

"Wait... what?" one girl finally blurted out. "It’s really that big?"

Heaven nodded slowly, her cheeks burning. "At least fifteen inches. I swear. I didn’t even think something like that was physically possible."

"Fifteen?! That’s not a dick, that’s a weapon!"

"I think that’s too big," another girl said, half-joking, half-serious as she crossed her legs instinctively. "How are you even walking right now?"

The room erupted in whispers again, a mix of wonder, laughter, and concern.

The idea of being taken for hours without pause—of being dominated so completely—left them all speechless.

"I mean... he really went all night? No breaks?"

"No breaks," Heaven said softly, more to herself than to them, her voice trailing off as the memory washed over her again.

All the girls exchanged looks, then collectively gulped.

No one could quite decide if they were jealous of Heaven... or if they pitied her.

Maybe a little of both.

"She’s lucky," one of them whispered.

"She’s brave," another replied.

And as they sat there, trying to process it all, one thought quietly took root in each of their minds.

What would it feel like to be taken like that?

From that moment on, the girls could no longer look at Ross the same way.

Every time he entered a room, their eyes would involuntarily drift downward—drawn to the obvious bulge beneath his clothes.

No matter how much they tried to keep their gazes respectful, curiosity always won out.

Their senses tingled with awareness, especially now that they knew what he was hiding... and what he was capable of doing with it.

It was impossible to ignore.

And it didn’t help that Ross moved with quiet confidence, his posture relaxed, his mask in place, his presence magnetic.

The knowledge of what he’d done with Heaven—what he’d made her feel—hung thick in the air like perfume.

By nightfall, the tension in the house hadn’t died down—it had only shifted.

Ross and Heaven sat together at the dinner table, laughing and teasing each other like a couple drunk on love.

Their chemistry was undeniable, and their ease with one another made it even harder for the others to pretend everything was normal.

The boys watched with thinly veiled resentment.

Many of them had secretly fantasized about Heaven since day one—her beauty, her aura, the way she carried herself.

She had always felt just out of reach, like some untouchable goddess.

But now, she was with him. The mysterious masked man who barely spoke, who rarely socialized—who had somehow done what none of them could.

He’d claimed her.

The girls, on the other hand, weren’t sure whether to envy Heaven or pity her.

Some were clearly jealous—not so much of Ross himself, but of what Heaven now had access to.

Ross’s cooking.

Even now, the savory aroma of his dishes lingered in the air long after dinner had been served, wrapping itself around the house like a spell.

The food was rich, mouthwatering, and unlike anything they’d tasted before.

Heaven now had a seat at his table—every night.

And though the others craved that food with a hunger that bordered on desperation, they knew the price.

It wasn’t money or status or competition.

It was Ross.

To eat like Heaven ate, to be fed the way she was—they’d have to be his.

And for most of them, that was a sacrifice they weren’t prepared to make.

Because Ross didn’t just take lovers.

He claimed them.

And no one could ever be the same after that.

Ross hadn’t touched Heaven on Saturday night.

Instead, he let her rest, allowing her body time to process the subtle, powerful changes unfolding within her.

She didn’t know it yet—not fully—but the moment she took his seed deep inside her, something ancient had been set into motion.

She was no longer entirely human.

His essence had made her immortal.

The transformation wouldn’t be immediate.

It would come slowly, quietly—like a whisper in her blood.

Her senses would sharpen. Her skin would glow. Her body would stop aging.

And in time, she’d feel it all—power, hunger, and something far more eternal.

But for now, she only felt warmth. A strange, steady hum beneath her skin.

By Sunday night, the tension between them had built again, thick and simmering.

Heaven hadn’t said it aloud, but she missed his touch.

She found herself glancing his way more than once, feeling a little flutter each time their eyes met.

So when Ross reached for her hand and gently pulled her toward the hallway, she didn’t resist.

She already had an idea of what he wanted.

And the truth was... she wanted it too.

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