Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1178 Lottery



Chapter 1178: Chapter 1178 Lottery



Bella refused to believe that everything would end here, in a cold cave, hunted by a twisted child wearing a human face.


"Wait!" Bella cried, her voice cracking as fear and resolve collided. "I can give you a good reason to stay. Just—just give me a minute. Please."


Without waiting for his answer, she fumbled for her cellphone, her injured shoulder screaming in protest.


Her fingers shook as she typed rapidly, sending a short but urgent coded message to the base.


Evolved zombie. Extreme threat. Do not engage. Avoid at all costs.


She hit send.


For a moment, she simply stared at the screen, then let out a long, shaky breath.


The tension in her chest loosened just enough for her to breathe again.


It was done.


Even if she didn’t survive, that warning would keep her friends alive.


It would stop them from underestimating those monsters.


Because evolved zombies weren’t just stronger or faster anymore.


They were intelligent.


Relentless.


Walking nightmares that hunted like predators and slaughtered without mercy.


Bella lifted her gaze back to the man in black, her eyes burning with desperation and stubborn resolve.


"I’ve done what I can," she said quietly.


Bella turned her gaze to her unconscious husband, Sebastian, sprawled lifelessly on the cold stone floor.


His chest rose and fell in shallow, even breaths—the only sign that he still lived.


A faint bruise darkened his temple where he dropped hard on the ground and earlier.


"Can you take him someplace else nearby?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tremor in her heart. "Somewhere safe, where he won’t wake up to... this."


The cloaked figure offered no words.


He simply tilted his hooded head in silent acknowledgment, then flicked two fingers with casual precision.


A ripple of shadow coiled around Sebastian’s body like living smoke.


In the blink of an eye, he was gone—vanished without a sound or trace of magic lingering in the air.


Bella’s breath caught sharply in her throat.


She had witnessed the man teleport himself earlier, a disorienting flash that had brought him to her side in an instant.


But this... sending another person away entirely, as effortlessly as brushing dust from his cloak...


It was proof of power far beyond anything she had imagined.


Her pulse quickened.


Doubt, which had gnawed at the edges of her resolve only minutes ago, now dissolved completely.


This stranger was no mere wanderer or opportunistic man.


He was a powerful evolver also.


She drew a slow, steadying breath and lifted her eyes to meet the dark void beneath his hood.


There was no need for words between them now; the agreement had already been forged in glances and unspoken promises.


Bella gave a single, resolute nod.


Her fingers moved to the buckles and clasps of her armor with practiced efficiency, yet there was a deliberate slowness to her motions now—an awareness of being watched.


Piece by piece, the comfortable black suit armor came away: first the pauldrons from her shoulders, then the vambraces guarding her forearms.


Each segment clattered to the ground with a dull, metallic thud that echoed through the dimly lit chamber.


When the breastplate finally loosened and fell, the sound was heavier, like a final surrender.


Beneath the imposing suit, Bella wore nothing but a scandalously delicate set of crimson lingerie.


The sheer lace bra cupped her full breasts perfectly, the deep red fabric a striking contrast against her pale skin.


Matching panties hugged the generous curve of her hips, cut high to reveal the long, toned lines of her thighs.


The outfit had been a private indulgence, a secret gift from Sebastian on their last anniversary—something she wore only beneath armor on the battlefield, a hidden reminder of the passionate wife she still was beneath the soldier.


Now, exposed in the flickering torchlight, her body was on full display: soft yet powerful, curvaceous yet disciplined from years of training.


The gentle swell of her abdomen, the inviting dip of her waist, the way her breasts rose and fell with each nervous breath—every inch of her married form radiated a ripe, forbidden allure.


She stood tall, refusing to shrink or cover herself.


Warmth flooded her cheeks, but she held the cloaked man’s unseen gaze without flinching.


Her heart hammered against her ribs, a wild mix of fear, anticipation, and something darker—something she hadn’t allowed herself to name until this very moment.


The air between them grew thick, charged with possibility.


Bella took one slow step forward, the stone cool beneath her bare feet, and waited for him to make the next move.


If there was one thing Bella knew with absolute certainty, it was that she was an extraordinarily beautiful woman.


From the moment she’d blossomed into womanhood, men had fallen over themselves for even a scrap of her attention—men, boys, old men, even women.


They whispered sweet words in her wake, sent lavish gifts, fought for a little bit of her attention.


Her charm was a weapon sharper than any gun she carried, and she had long ago learned to wield it without mercy.


No man on earth had ever truly resisted her.


And now, she would use that power to save the only life that truly mattered to her: Sebastian’s.


She took a slow, deliberate step toward the cloaked figure, then another, letting her hips sway with a languid, hypnotic rhythm.


The crimson lace of her lingerie shifted against her skin with every movement, drawing the eye to the generous curve of her waist, the long lines of her thighs.


Her bare feet whispered across the cold stone as she closed the distance, chin lifted, shoulders back, every inch the confident seductress.


The flickering torchlight painted warm gold across her body, highlighting the soft rise of her breasts, the subtle sheen of nervous perspiration at her collarbone.


The hooded man watched in silence, motionless as a statue carved from shadow.


"So," he finally said, his voice low and rough like gravel dragged across velvet, "you’re offering me your body in exchange for saving you and that unconscious knight. How selfless. How romantic." A dark chuckle followed.



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