[{"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-1095":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},1832506,2438,"Chapter 1095 - Capítulo 1095: 1095 Credential","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1095",1095,"\u003Cp>Capítulo 1095: Chapter 1095 Credential\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross glanced down lazily, completely unbothered by their excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not my come, Chelsea. You really are naïve,” he said with a faint smirk. “That’s just my precome. My actual release is… significantly more than that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lea froze mid-stroke, staring at the glistening shaft that was now fully coated in slick fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh no…” she whispered. “He’s right, Chelsea. This isn’t enough. Not even close. We need to work harder.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea groaned, letting her head fall back for a moment. “Harder? How much harder can we go? This thing is like a giant oiled tree trunk!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lea didn’t answer. She just tightened her grip and continued with renewed effort, determined not to let Chelsea outdo her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long, tense moment, Chelsea squinted at Ross’s lower body… and then her eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay! I’ve got it!” she announced, shifting into a new position. “I’ll work on his huge balls, and you stay on the cock, sis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lea blinked. “His… balls? But they’re enormous, Chelsea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know,” Chelsea said, already lowering herself until her hands reached the heavy, swinging orbs beneath the thick shaft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s why we need a division of labor. You take the monster,” she said, pointing at the shaft with her chin, “and I’ll handle the bombs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lea swallowed but nodded. “Fine. Let’s do it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea gently cupped one of Ross’s massive balls with both hands, amazed at the weight of it. “It’s like holding a warm melon… how does he even walk with these?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lea continued pumping the shaft above, her strokes long and deliberate. “I don’t know. But we need to focus. If this is what it takes, then we’re doing it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea massaged the heavy orbs with slow circles, lifting, squeezing, and rubbing with an intensity that surprised even her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross finally let out a low, approving rumble. “Now you’re doing something right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sisters exchanged a quick, nervous glance—but neither stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were far too deep into this plan to back out now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ross… was finally starting to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sisters kept going, their determination slowly turning into agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their soft hands glided along Ross’s monstrous length again and again, but the repetition was brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their arms trembled, fingers cramped, and wrists begged for mercy. Still, they refused to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time they even thought about slowing down, they remembered why they were doing this in the first place—and forced themselves to continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes stretched into an hour. Then beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea’s hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. Lea’s breathing had become ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their clothes clung to their skin from the heat of their efforts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… this is torture,” Chelsea gasped, trying to stretch her fingers for a split second before resuming her strokes. “My hands feel like they’re going to fall off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mine too,” Lea panted, her shoulders screaming in pain. “I swear my arms are going numb—like, actually numb.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even while complaining, their hands never stopped moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They slid up the massive 15-inch shaft, gliding over the slickness of Ross’s constant precome, fingers trembling with overuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this is possible. We’ve been pumping this thing nonstop for—what—an hour and a half?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Almost two,” Lea corrected, exhausted. “No man lasts this long. None. Most men would’ve exploded way before thirty minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And that’s being generous,” Chelsea muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross watched all this with amused calmness, not even straining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing was steady, relaxed—annoyingly relaxed. His hands were behind his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest didn’t even rise with any difficulty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well,” he finally said, in a tone that made both sisters want to scream, “if you’re trying to make me come with just your hands… you’re going to be disappointed. Painfully disappointed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea stopped for half a second, jaw dropping. “What do you mean ‘just a handjob’? Do you have any idea how much effort we’re putting in?! We’re dying here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross smirked, perfectly pleased with himself. “I told you. I’m built stubborn. I don’t break easily.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lea groaned, rolling her sore shoulders before gripping the huge shaft again. “Your self-control is ridiculous. Or your stamina is inhuman.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or,” Chelsea added, narrowing her eyes, “your dick is cursed. That’s honestly the only explanation left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another bead of pre slid down Ross’s length, thick and warm against their exhausted fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even with all that slickness, even with the constant stimulation, Ross didn’t even twitch toward release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced down at them with lazy confidence. “Don’t misunderstand,” he said casually. “It feels amazing. You two have incredibly soft hands. Really good technique, too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sisters blinked, momentarily stunned by the unexpected compliment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…” Ross continued, “if you expect actual results? You’re going to need a lot more than that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea groaned dramatically. “We’re not enough?! Seriously?! What else does your stupid monster want?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross raised an eyebrow. “You’ll figure it out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lea looked down at the massive, throbbing shaft—slick, heavy, and still rock solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea wiped sweat from her forehead. “Fine. If hands aren’t enough, then… then we need a new plan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lea nodded reluctantly. “Yeah. Something stronger. Something… more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged a look—tired, overwhelmed, and completely out of ideas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they knew one thing for certain:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross wasn’t going to make this easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they were only just beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few more exhausting minutes crawled by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sisters’ arms were shaking, their fingers numb from gripping and stroking Ross’s enormous shaft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their breathing was ragged, their shoulders burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—nothing. Not even a hint of Ross being close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea’s eye twitched. She had officially had enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s it. I refuse. I refuse to keep doing the same thing.” She jerked her hands away and shook the ache out of her wrists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This isn’t working. We need to entice him more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Entice?” Lea repeated, confused. “Chelsea, what are you—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chelsea didn’t answer. Instead, she stood up abruptly, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and—without a second of hesitation—pulled it over her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lea’s jaw dropped. “Chelsea?!” Lea could not believe what her sister did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!\u003C\u002Fp>",1011,"2026-06-09T06:19:11.433Z",1,"novelbin.me","6f52e0ca77d011639d6babf830012eb202d5c7d17208668240afab88d9ace763","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1096","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1094",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]