[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem":3,"chapter-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1051":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Evil MC's NTR Harem",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1832462,2438,"Chapter 1051 Bench","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1051",1051,"\u003Cp>It was the first time in weeks Miku felt the simple comfort of being clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, even as her body rested, her mind didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dreamt of Ace—his hand reaching for hers through fire and smoke, his voice calling her name from somewhere she couldn’t reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When morning came, she woke with a start, drenched in sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light that filtered through the curtains was pale and weak, but it was enough to remind her that the nightmare outside was still real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped to the window, her heart sinking at the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The street below was crawling with zombies—limping, swaying figures that wandered aimlessly through the ruins of what had once been a quiet suburban neighborhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air outside was still and heavy, filled with the faint scent of decay that the wind carried from somewhere far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her chest tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ace was still out there somewhere. Maybe trapped in their house. Maybe fighting to survive. Maybe waiting for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t stay here forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wiping the sweat from her brow, Miku straightened her back, her reflection faintly visible in the dusty glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was fear in her eyes—but beneath it, there was something stronger. Determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wouldn’t give up on Ace. Not now. Not ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a quick breath, she left the room and walked downstairs to the basement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house was quiet except for the faint murmur of the TV in the background.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross was already awake, seated at the kitchen counter with a mug of coffee in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dark hair was still damp, as if he had just showered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light cast sharp shadows across his face, making his expression unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miku hesitated at the doorway, gathering her courage once more. Then, she stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ross,\" she said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up at her with a questioning glance but didn’t speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know you said no last night,\" she continued, her voice steadier now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I can’t just sit here while my husband is out there. I’m not asking you to risk your life for him—not unless you choose to. But please... at least tell me what I need to do. I’m willing to do anything for you. Just please save my husband.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross studied her for a long moment, the faint steam from his coffee curling upward between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something flickered in his eyes—respect, maybe. Or curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he leaned back slightly, setting the mug down on the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re serious,\" he said at last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miku nodded. \"I am.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross was silent for a few seconds longer. Then, finally, he sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, Miku,\" Ross said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you’re that determined to convince me to go back out there and save your husband, then you’re going to have to do a lot more convincing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miku froze. Her chest constricted as a cold wave of fear and helplessness washed over her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, she felt the walls of the house close in, the dim light of the room pressing down like a weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind raced—Ace was out there, in their home or somewhere, and she was trapped here, unable to reach him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had thought Ross was different, a protector in a world that offered none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I thought... I thought you were different from those men, Ross,\" she spat, her voice trembling with anger and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I thought you were better. Upright, good... someone who actually cared. But you’re... you’re just the same trash as them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words struck the room with the weight of her disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every syllable carried her heartbreak, every glance reflected the hope she had once placed in him, now shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms, as if to anchor herself against the swirling storm of her emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t flinch. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his gaze finally leaving the flickering TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression remained calm—cold, almost detached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he shrugged, a simple motion that somehow carried both dismissal and indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You might be right,\" he said slowly, his tone eerily even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And honestly? I don’t care. My door’s open—you can leave anytime. I’m not forcing you to do anything. It’s you who’s been bothering me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back to the television, flipping the channel with a practiced motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen flickered, showing burning cities, abandoned cars, and the endless hordes of zombies wandering aimlessly through streets once filled with life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world outside was chaos, destruction, and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stark contrast between the calm in the room and the devastation on the screen made Miku feel even smaller, even more powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miku’s hands fell to her sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her chest heaved, heavy with frustration, despair, and a growing, gnawing realization: she had no one to rely on in this world except herself—and perhaps Ross, whether she wanted to admit it or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coldness in his voice stung, but beneath it, she could sense a strange kind of clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t lying; he wouldn’t put himself at risk for someone he didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That harsh truth settled over her like ice, yet somehow, it also gave her resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes passed in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only sounds were the soft hum of the television and the distant groans of the undead outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miku’s eyes darted to the screen, to the flickering images of chaos, then back to Ross. She bit her lip, feeling a tear slip down her cheek, and then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pride battled her desperation, but ultimately, survival and hope won over embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Okay,\" she whispered at last, her voice barely audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her shoulders slumped slightly, but her gaze remained steady, fixed on Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a small, hesitant step forward, the floor creaking beneath her weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each movement felt like a battle—her fear and her determination pulling in opposite directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross glanced at her, just once, before returning his attention to the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker—almost imperceptible—of something behind his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interest? Curiosity? Respect?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miku couldn’t tell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swallowed hard and moved closer, closing the distance between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air in the room felt heavier now, thick with tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heartbeat drummed in her ears, mingling with the faint sound of the television.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet resolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ross...\" she began again, her voice stronger this time, tinged with determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me what you want me to do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1066,"2026-06-09T06:19:11.433Z",1,"novelbin.me","912bcb879dd5df6fdbb1be144483ba2792ec49c0605e7cfd487e1ecdc8be3b40","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1052","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1212",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]