[{"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-1113":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},1832574,2438,"Chapter 1114 - Capítulo 1114: 1114 Agility","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1113",1113,"\u003Cp>Capítulo 1114: Chapter 1114 Agility\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ripple passed through the group—fear, relief, uncertainty all mixed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five women leaned in closer to Giana, their faces pale from exhaustion and the ever-present sense of danger that clung to them like a second skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana’s jaw tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three people… inside a house this deep in the dead zone? That’s not normal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe they’re like us,” whispered Delia, the youngest of the five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched her pistol, knuckles white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Or maybe they’re worse,” muttered Suri darkly. “Humans are more dangerous than zombies nowadays.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one disagreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana surveyed their surroundings with cautious eyes. The house looked sturdy—too sturdy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The windows weren’t boarded with scrap wood but reinforced with metal panels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front yard, though dark, had a strange orderliness to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the cracked stone path leading to the doorway felt… maintained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People lived here. Thrived, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was terrifying in its own way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At this point,” Giana said softly, “we either take a chance… or die out there tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold gust swept through them, carrying the faint groans of distant walkers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone made the choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lifted her hand and knocked gently on the door—two soft taps, barely audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others held their breath, every muscle tensed as they waited. They expected silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They expected to stand there in the dark for long, agonizing minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe knock again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe risk being heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of them expected the door to open almost immediately—three breaths, no more, no less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their instincts exploded into motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guns snapped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fingers curled around triggers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feet shifted into defensive stances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearts pounded so hard each woman wondered if someone else could hear it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of them were prepared for the figure standing in the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lantern light from inside washed over him, outlining the shape of a man who looked nothing like a starving survivor or a desperate wanderer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood tall, relaxed—too relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though he had known they were coming long before they ever decided to knock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His posture unthreatened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every woman felt their breath hitch for a different reason—shock, fear, awe, something primal they didn’t want to acknowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t seem afraid of their guns. He didn’t seem bothered by their trembling stances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply stood there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching them with unreadable eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment that stretched long and thin, no one dared speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night around them went silent, even the distant groaning of zombies fading into a muted hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had seen monsters. She had seen men who tried to be monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this man…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man felt like something entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And none of them knew if that was salvation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—or the beginning of a new nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You all seem stressed out. Please, come in.” Ross said with a gentle smile—the kind that somehow cut through the tension in the air yet made every woman’s pulse spike for an entirely different reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped aside, hand extended in a polite, almost regal gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five women hesitated at the threshold, clutching their guns, unsure if stepping inside was salvation or a trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They truly saw Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the warm interior lights, his face was revealed in full—sharp, perfectly sculpted features, eyes calm and steady, a presence that radiated unshakeable confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of beauty that didn’t belong in a world like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s so handsome…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The identical thought struck all five of them like a spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their breath caught. Their stances faltered. It wasn’t lust, not yet—it was sheer disbelief, awe, shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of face that made someone forget every danger outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against their own judgment, their feet began moving forward on their own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They entered the house silently, one after another, drawn in like moths to a steady, impossibly warm flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross led them deeper, down reinforced steps into the lower levels of Aegis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The basement opened not into a cramped shelter, but into a wide, well-lit living space with polished floors, comfortable furniture, and a smell none of them had experienced in months—fresh food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two people sat waiting: Miku, sharp-eyed and composed, and Ace, protective and wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s food on the table. Help yourselves,” Ross gestured, voice calm and welcoming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The five women froze again—not from fear, but from the shock of seeing something unthinkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actual plates. Actual dishes. Steam rising from warm meals. Clean water. Fruit. Even soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miku’s eyes darted between Ross and the group, a quiet disbelief tightening her expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He really told me five… and five arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier that day, Ross had casually said, “Prepare food for five visitors.” She hadn’t questioned it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had learned better than to doubt Ross’s instincts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even then… seeing it play out so precisely still made her heart skip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How does he do it every time…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then again, this was Ross. The impossible was normal when he was involved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women didn’t approach the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunger gnawed at them, but instinct told them to wait—to show respect, to follow whatever custom this sanctuary followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana stepped forward first, posture straightening despite her exhaustion, her tone formal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for taking us in. My name is Giana.” She motioned to her companions. “This is Libby, Valery, Joy, and Avery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others gave tired nods, still keeping one eye on Ross—unable to help it, really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence naturally drew their attention like gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross introduced Miku and Ace with casual ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ace gave them a polite nod, though he kept glancing at Libby’s wound like a man prepared to act the moment she collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after the names were exchanged did Giana’s controlled composure crack. Her expression darkened with guilt and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s something you all need to know,” she began, swallowing hard. “And before I say it, I want to apologize. Truly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross raised an eyebrow, listening without interrupting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana continued, voice low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m afraid we may have led trouble straight to your door.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold heaviness settled over the room. Valery’s fingers twitched on her gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Avery stared down at the floor. Joy closed her eyes, perhaps sensing the shifting tension in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana took a deep breath. “There are people after us. Very dangerous people. The type who take what they want and kill whoever gets in their way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze shifted to the blonde woman leaning heavily against the wall—Libby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Libby’s face was pale, sweat-dampened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thick wrap of cloth covered her abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood, dark and dried but still fresh in places, seeped through the fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She was shot,” Giana said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>",1108,"2026-06-09T06:19:13.331Z",1,"novelbin.me","f62cce41bad4324b3c2107c9088c8e0bd55ed54df1f3f71fb6492186a6fbd602","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1114","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1112",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]