Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1098: Chapter 1098 Number

Then another.

And another.

Lea’s eyes rolled slightly, her mouth falling open in a broken gasp as she shook, moaning helplessly into Ross’s thigh before collapsing forward with a soft, breathless whimper.

Her arms gave out.

Her chest rested heavily on his lap.

Her breathing came in hot, rapid waves.

She had not passed out completely—but she was gone, floating somewhere between exhaustion and aftershock.

“Lea… did you just come?” Chelsea whispered, horrified and amazed all at once.

She covered her mouth, her fingers trembling.

Ross didn’t look surprised.

Not even a little.

Chelsea tugged her shirt down instinctively, but it was useless—her nipples were fully, completely visible through the thin fabric, hard enough to ache.

She quickly folded her arms over her chest but it didn’t hide anything.

Her voice cracked.

“Lea…? Lea—can you hear me…?”

Lea could only breathe.

It took Lea several long minutes before she could even move.

Her body felt light, almost disconnected, as though she’d been dropped from a high cliff and was still floating back to reality.

Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her lips slightly parted as if she’d forgotten how to breathe properly.

Her fingers twitched.

Her legs trembled.

Her entire body felt like jelly.

She blinked slowly, the haze in her eyes only beginning to recede, and finally managed to lift her head.

When she looked at Ross, her expression froze completely.

Shock.

Disbelief.

A little humiliation.

A whole lot of confusion.

All of it painted across her beautiful, flushed face.

She could not understand—couldn’t—how Ross had managed to make her climax like that.

She’d never even imagined something so intense, so sudden, so overwhelming.

And the craziest part of it all?

Ross hadn’t touched her. Not even once.

He hadn’t moved.

Hadn’t guided her.

Hadn’t whispered anything.

He just lay there, completely relaxed, with the most irritating, self-satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He looked like a man enjoying a spa day, not a man who just made a girl lose control of herself without lifting a single finger.

Lea opened her mouth, then closed it. No words came.

“…”

She turned away, still dazed, and pushed herself up from the bed.

Her knees wobbled dangerously, and she had to grab the edge of a nearby table before she found her balance.

She walked—if you could call her slow, stumbling steps “walking”—until she reached a small cushioned chair by the wall and collapsed onto it.

She covered her face with both hands, trying to cool her blush, but it was useless.

Her cheeks were practically glowing.

Finally, after a long stretch of silence, she muttered weakly, “I just… I just need a breather.”

Chelsea’s eyes snapped toward her immediately.

The look on Chelsea’s face was priceless—shock so intense it bordered on horror. Her mouth opened.

Closed. Opened again. She stared like she was witnessing a supernatural event.

“So you did come…?” Chelsea whispered, incredulous. Then her voice shot up an octave. “You DID come! What the actual fuck!”

Chelsea wasn’t naive. She wasn’t some sheltered girl from a monastery.

She knew the signs—the shaky breathing, the red cheeks, the legs pressed together instinctively, the glassy eyes.

She knew all of it.

She had touched herself plenty of times before. Experimented. Learned what she liked.

Learned what her body did during release. She recognized every little detail.

Lea wasn’t pretending.

Lea wasn’t exaggerating.

Lea wasn’t even capable of talking properly right now.

She’d come. Hard.

But what absolutely broke Chelsea’s understanding of the universe was how it happened.

“Lea,” Chelsea said slowly, as if trying to confirm for herself, “you’re telling me you came from just… from just using your tits on him?”

Lea didn’t respond—she just covered her face tighter.

Chelsea stared between Ross—who was still casually lounging with that damn smirk—and her sister, who looked like she had been spiritually transported to another dimension.

Chelsea ran a hand through her hair, muttering, “That shouldn’t be possible. Like… scientifically. Logically. Reality-wise.”

She glanced at Ross again, narrowing her eyes.

“No thrusting… no touching… nothing. And you still…” She threw her hands into the air. “Unbelievable!”

Ross stretched slightly, still not lifting a finger.

And Chelsea could feel it—the irritation, the curiosity, and a tiny spark of something dangerous… temptation.

Because if he could do that to her sister without even trying…

Then what would happen if—

Chelsea shook her head quickly, cheeks flushing.

But the thought wouldn’t leave.

“Alright, let me try.” Chelsea huffed, psyching herself up before tugging her shirt over her head once more.

Lea watched quietly from her seat, still recovering, but there was no real fear in her eyes anymore—Ross had kept his word.

He didn’t move, didn’t touch, didn’t push.

He simply lay there with that infuriatingly calm smile, as if he already knew how everything would end.

Chelsea swallowed hard, climbed onto the bed, and carefully positioned herself the same way Lea had earlier.

Her soft, warm skin pressed around Ross, and she began to move just as she’d seen her sister do.

Slow at first. Testing. Learning.

Ross didn’t say a word.

Minutes passed, and the room slowly filled with the sound of Chelsea’s breathing growing heavier.

Her face flushed red, her lips parting slightly as unfamiliar waves rippled through her.

She tried to hide it at first, biting her lip, clamping her thighs together—but her body betrayed her.

“Ahhh… ahhhh…” Chelsea’s moans slipped out, soft at first, then louder, needier, more confused.

Her hips twitched. Her hands trembled.

Her rhythm faltered as pleasure built far faster than she expected.

Lea watched with widened eyes.

So it wasn’t just her…

Less than fifteen minutes later, Chelsea’s entire body seized up. Her back arched. Her toes curled.

Her breasts pressed even harder around Ross as she convulsed like an electrified eel, overwhelmed by the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced in her young life.

“Hahhh… hahhh… hahhh…”

She collapsed forward, barely managing to catch herself with shaky hands.