Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1113 - 1113 Nutrition

A collective shudder rippled down the line.

Ross straightened.

He unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, the clink of metal loud in the hushed room.

"Tonight," he said, "we're going to take as long as we need. Hours. All night if that's what it takes. By the time the sun comes up, none of you will remember what it felt like to want anything else."

He started with Marissa... slow, deep strokes that tore low, guttural moans from her throat while her daughters listened, faces burning, bodies aching in sympathy.

Then Karen... rougher, punishing, until she was clawing at the

cushions and cursing him through clenched teeth even as she pushed back to meet every thrust.

Lea next... he made her beg aloud, made her say exactly what she was, made her cry it into the sofa while the others heard every word.

And finally Chelsea... gentle at first, almost tender, until she shattered so hard she nearly collapsed.

He rotated through them again and again, trading mouths, fingers, cock, until time lost meaning.

Until the room reeked of sex and sweat and surrender.

Until the only sounds were wet slaps, broken pleas, and the creak of the couch beneath four bodies that had stopped fighting what they

were.

Somewhere near dawn, Marissa, face streaked with tears and mascara, voice raw, managed to speak.

"We're yours," she rasped.

"God help us... we're yours."

Ross pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, then to each of her daughters in turn.

"Yes," he said simply. "You are."

Outside, the first pale light crept across the sky, but inside the bunker room no one moved to cover themselves.

Four women stayed bent over the couch, trembling, spent, marked in ways that would never wash off.

And Ross stood behind them, already hard again, already deciding who would be first when the new day began.

***

"Hmmmm..." Ross tipped his head back slightly, letting the last notes of the wine linger on his tongue before he swallowed.

The liquid was smooth, aged, elegant-hand-picked from what remained of a forgotten world.

He sat alone on the balcony of his stronghold, legs stretched out, one arm draped lazily over the back of his chair.

For once, there was no moaning echoing through the halls, no begging, no relentless tugging on his time or attention. Just silence. A rare silence.

His wives were all resting-exhausted, satisfied, and blissfully asleep after the previous night's indulgence.

His children too slept soundly, curled up in the comfort and safety that only Aegis could offer.

Their world here was peaceful... almost absurdly peaceful.

The generators hummed softly, the air filtration system breathed like a giant asleep, and warm lanterns illuminated the marble halls with a steady, golden glow.

Inside Aegis, it was difficult to remember the end of the world had ever happened.

Ross's lips curved slightly as he stared at the horizon.

Beyond these walls lay a wasteland of chaos-cities torn apart, factions rising and collapsing like sandcastles before a wave.

Out there, the heart stones had become currency, power, and temptation.

Survivors hunted monsters, monsters hunted humans, and humans hunted each other.

The world was broken, but here, in his kingdom, everything worked. Everything obeyed him.

He took another sip of wine and thought of his little experiment out there in the midst of chaos.

Him... Miku... the husband... He thought of the people whose lives still overlapped with his, threads he hadn't cut yet.

He wasn't sentimental-he simply understood responsibility, leverage, and the value of keeping certain people alive.

He let out a quiet sigh through his nose.

"Balance never lasts forever," he murmured.

A sudden vibration reached the balcony-subtle, but unmistakable.

The sensors embedded in the perimeter of his home relayed

something... movement.

Ross opened one eye slightly, not alarmed, merely curious.

He set his wine glass down with deliberate calm.

The night wind carried a faint scent of smoke, sweat, and desperation

-scents that never belonged inside Aegis.

Ross stood, cracking his neck, stretching his arms, feeling the tension melt from his muscles one satisfying click at a time.

"Ahhhhhh..." he exhaled. "I suppose it's good to stretch my legs once in a while."

He took his time walking toward the edge of the balcony, his shadow stretching long across the polished tiles.

Below him, at the boundary where the great entirety of his domain met the harsh cracked earth of the outside world, a cluster of figures

had stopped.

They were breathing hard.

They were armed-poorly, but armed.

They were clearly running from something.

And they were terrified.

Ross leaned on the balcony railing, gazing down at them with his

divine sense in the casual ease of a king observing strangers at the

foot of his throne.

The tallest of the group looked around frantically, whispering to the

others.

Someone held a wounded girl upright.

Another was trying to pry a stone out of his pocket, likely hoping that

that was more than enough for them to escape the hounds at their

back.

They were ragged, exhausted... desperate enough to approach this big house without knowing what-or who-ruled it.

Ross smiled slowly.

"Lost lambs wandering into my garden..." he said softly. Lightning flashed in the distance-silent for a moment before the muted thunder rolled across the wasteland.

Ross tugged on his shirt, combing it to perfection.

His expression shifted-not hostile, not welcoming... simply

interested.

"Let's see what fate has delivered to my doorstep tonight."

He stepped forward.

The shadows bowed out of his way.

And the night itself seemed to hold its breath.

***

"Are there zombies inside this house, Joy?" Giana's voice was barely louder than a breath, a whisper swallowed by the wind.

She did not dare risk more volume than that-not when one wrong

sound could bring a swarm upon them.

Joy closed her eyes again, her fingertips brushing lightly against the wooden siding of the porch.

Her ability had saved them more times than any gun or blade. She inhaled slowly, focusing, searching for that subtle, pulsing energy

that separated the living from the dead.

A long breath passed.

Then another.

Finally she opened her eyes.

"No," Joy murmured. "No zombies nearby... but there are three people

inside. Human. Awake."