Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 953: Chapter 953 Laptop

Then, without the slightest hesitation, she opened the door and slid gracefully inside—not beside the driver, but directly onto his lap.

"She—she sat on him?!" someone squealed.

"Holy shit! Did you see that? She didn’t even think twice!"

The car door shut with a sharp thunk, and then the sports car roared to life.

Tires screeched against the pavement, leaving faint streaks of smoke as the car surged forward.

Within seconds, it was gone, leaving only a blur of red at the school gates.

The courtyard was left in chaos.

Students gawked at each other, mouths hanging open, voices overlapping in disbelief.

"What the hell just happened?!"

"Is Nina cheating on Zack?!"

"No way, maybe it’s just a ride?"

"A ride? She sat on the driver’s lap! Who does that?!"

Rumors spread like wildfire. Some swore they saw her kiss the driver before the car took off.

Others claimed Carrie looked completely comfortable with the situation, as though she had expected it.

Theories ran rampant in every corner of the campus.

"Maybe the driver’s some billionaire?"

"I think it’s someone I see on tv. I swear I saw his face once in a livestream once. I just can’t remember his name."

"It doesn’t matter who it is. The man is clearly loaded with cash. Nina certainly leveled up in life beyond imagination!"

Within half an hour, half the school was buzzing with gossip, each retelling making the story more outrageous than the last.

By the time classes ended, Nina’s name was on every tongue, her reputation turned upside down in a single afternoon.

And somewhere in the middle of it all, Zack’s friends were already messaging him.

"Bro, you need to come to school tomorrow. You won’t believe what we just saw..."

"Ahhhhhgggg..." Zack groaned, his voice hoarse with despair.

He wanted to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself inside, to disappear from the shame and whispers that surrounded him like a suffocating fog.

Reality, however, was cruel—there was no escape.

His phone kept buzzing with messages from friends, each one carrying some version of the same humiliating story.

In the end, Zack couldn’t take it anymore.

He blocked the notifications, tossed his phone across the bed, and locked himself in his room.

A bottle of cheap whiskey sat half-empty on his desk, another already discarded on the floor.

He poured the burning liquid down his throat in long gulps, hoping it would numb the ache in his chest.

But no matter how much he drank, the image of Nina—his Nina—laughing and glowing as she climbed into another man’s car kept flashing in his mind.

He wanted to scream.

He wanted to smash something.

Instead, he sat slumped on the edge of his bed, drowning his sorrows in silence.

The same could not be said for his girlfriend, Nina.

While Zack locked himself away in misery, Nina was experiencing the time of her life.

Ross had whisked her and Carrie off to a lavish restaurant in the heart of the city, a place so elegant that every waiter bowed with rehearsed grace and chandeliers sparkled like constellations above them.

But even the luxurious setting paled in comparison to the thrill of the ride there.

The drive alone was enough to leave Nina’s body trembling.

Every bump in the road sent her grinding harder against Ross’s lap, the heat in her core intensifying.

Each acceleration pressed her body flush against his chest, each sudden brake made her hips slide, her skirt riding up just a little higher.

She wore a short, flirty skirt, and her panties were a thin barrier at best.

The way Ross’s thick, hard cock pressed beneath her was irresistible, teasing her with every movement of the car.

By the time they pulled up to the restaurant, Nina was already flushed, her thighs quivering, her panties soaked through.

Ross, of course, looked completely in control, his arm lazily wrapped around her waist as if nothing unusual was happening.

Carrie, sitting beside them, only smirked knowingly.

By the time they stepped out into the golden glow of the restaurant’s lights, Nina’s breathing was shallow, her body burning with desire.

She could hardly focus on the grandeur of the place—they could have walked into a palace or a hole in the wall, and it wouldn’t have mattered.

All she could think about was how badly she wanted Ross to take her right then and there.

Unfortunately, they had to eat first.

The restaurant was lively, the clatter of cutlery and hum of conversation filling the air, but they barely noticed as they were ushered to their table.

Once seated, they scanned the menu, placing their orders quickly, eager to move past the small talk and into a more meaningful conversation.

Only after the food arrived did they feel a moment of freedom to speak openly.

"You don’t look surprised," Nina said, her voice calm but edged with curiosity.

She studied Carrie carefully, trying to read her expression.

Even recalling how Carrie had sat on Ross’s lap in the car, seemingly unfazed, she couldn’t detect any jealousy, any hint of shock.

"Why would I be?" Carrie replied, leaning back casually.

She toyed with the stem of her wine glass, her eyes glinting with quiet amusement.

"I knew Ross wouldn’t be satisfied with just me. He needs more women—more than anyone could handle alone. Honestly, it’s not a bad thing. It’s actually helpful. He’s insatiable in bed. If you know what I mean, Nina."

Nina’s eyes narrowed slightly, a knowing smirk forming.

Carrie and she had been mere acquaintances, the kind who exchanged polite smiles at social events, but in that moment, something shifted.

There was a recognition, a shared understanding that neither needed to explain fully.

"I know exactly what you mean," Nina said, her voice soft but tinged with excitement. Her eyes sparked in subtle naughtiness.

And just like that, an unspoken connection formed between them.

Both had already experienced Ross’s overwhelming presence—his strength, his stamina, the way he consumed them completely.