Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1259: Chapter 1259 Salad

Night soon fell over the nameless city, bringing with it an uneasy silence that settled across the streets like a heavy blanket.

Inside Ross’s camp, however, the atmosphere was completely different.

Food had already been distributed, and everyone gathered in small groups to eat.

The smell of roasted bison still lingered in the air, mixing with laughter and quiet conversation.

Despite the fact that they were all in an unknown alien world, fear was noticeably absent from this corner of the city.

Most survivors outside were still tense, constantly looking over their shoulders, haunted by uncertainty and danger.

But within Ross’s camp, the mood was calm almost peaceful.

Those who had joined him, including his wives, children, and loyal followers, spoke freely as they ate.

Some shared stories of their past lives, others discussed plans for survival, and a few simply enjoyed the rare comfort of feeling safe again.

Smiles appeared more often than anyone would have expected in such a world.

It felt less like a refugee camp and more like a growing community.

When it was time to rest, the surrounding city revealed another strange convenience.

Rows of identical, massive mansions had appeared across designated areas, as if the world itself had adapted to accommodate the survivors.

People did not question it anymore and they simply accepted whatever helped them survive.

One by one, they entered the structures and settled in for the night.

But for Ross, the day was far from over.

He had already sensed it earlier that tonight would not be peaceful.

Another large-scale conflict of a different kind was approaching, one that would require his full attention.

The calm before the storm was already beginning to form in the air.

Inside the largest mansion, Ross stepped into his private quarters.

The room was originally spacious, but it was not nearly enough for him and all of his companions.

Without hesitation, adjustments were made.

Walls were carefully removed and rearranged, transforming the space into something far more open and suited to their needs.

Privacy and comfort were prioritized, and soon the room became a large, seamless living area.

When everything was finally settled, Ross turned his attention to the women gathered with him.

There were many of them now, nearly a hundred in total and each with their own background, emotions, and reasons for staying by his side.

Despite the number, the atmosphere inside the room was surprisingly orderly and warm.

Ross looked at them calmly.

“I know my identity came as a shock to many of you,” he said quietly. “And I know a lot has changed very quickly.”

He paused for a moment, his expression steady but not distant.

“Let me make it up to you tonight.”

His words carried a sense of reassurance more than anything else.

The women exchanged glances, some smiling softly, others simply relaxing as they felt the tension of the past days finally ease.

What followed was a long, private night shared among those who had chosen to stay by his side.

Within the closed space of the mansion, time seemed to lose its usual meaning.

The outside world faded completely, as if separated by an invisible boundary.

To everyone outside, it remained a single night.

But within that secluded space, it felt entirely different.

Time lost all meaning with Ross around as he could practically command time.

It was his slave to toy with and so he took great liberties upon it to achieve what he wanted.

He continued to fuck his women until love juices flowed like river on the floor.

***

A whole month of nonstop lovemaking had passed… thirty straight days and nights of raw, unbroken passion.

And in that time, every single one of his women had been satisfied beyond her wildest dreams.

Not once had any of them been left wanting.

Not once had Ross failed to answer the call of their bodies.

Now, they were all asleep.

They lay scattered across the massive bed like fallen warriors after a long and glorious battle… limbs tangled in silk sheets, soft breaths rising and falling in unison, their faces peaceful and glowing.

Some had curled into each other and others lay sprawled alone, too spent even to move.

Every single one of them was still recovering from how Ross had made love to them.

He was a beast in bed. Everyone knew it.

And at the start of that month, they had all conspired… whispering among themselves, grinning with shared intent to gang up on him.

They thought their numbers would be enough.

They thought if they took turns, if they attacked him from all sides, they could finally wear him down, drain him dry, and leave him the one gasping for rest.

But in the end, it was they who found themselves defeated.

One by one, they had fallen beneath him or above him, or around him crying out in surprise and ecstasy as wave after wave overtook them.

Their love juices had been thoroughly wrung out from their bodies.

They were left emptied, tender, almost weightless… but happy. More than happy.

Content in a way that went deeper than words.

And there was something else… something Ross had noticed each morning when the light crept through the curtains.

A shine. A warm, lingering glow on the women’s faces that came only from being so completely satisfied in bed.

It wasn’t makeup or sweat or tricks of the lamp. It was pure, bone-deep fulfillment radiating outward.

That shine, Ross thought, was simply quite an amazing thing to watch.

Through it all through every night and every day, through every moan and whisper and exhausted surrender Ross was still hard.

Still ready. His body had not betrayed him.

His hunger had not faded. And yet, there was no more woman left to satisfy.

He had done it. He had outlasted them all.

Ross smiled slowly, wide, and deeply pleased and laid his head back against the pillows.

For the first time in thirty days, he allowed himself a triumphant sleep.

And as he drifted off, the last thing he heard was the soft, synchronized breathing of his harem, dreaming peacefully around him.