[{"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-1114":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},1832575,2438,"Chapter 1115 - Capítulo 1115: 1115 Camera","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1114",1114,"\u003Cp>Capítulo 1115: Chapter 1115 Camera\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ace inhaled sharply. Miku stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the newcomers—Avery—pressed back tears but held them in, determined not to appear weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana finally looked at Ross again, guilt and desperation mixing in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m truly sorry, Ross. We were out of options. We didn’t know where else to go. We didn’t mean to bring danger to your home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence settled—thick, suffocating, everyone waiting for Ross’s reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he kick them out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he scold them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he refuse to involve himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he see them as burdens… liabilities?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross simply stood there, unreadable, observing them with those calm, piercing eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—and for the first time since they arrived, all five women understood one thing very clearly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had entered the home of someone far more dangerous than anything that chased them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It doesn’t matter,” Ross said, waving away their panic as though it were nothing more than dust in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence alone steadied the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since you’re already here, you might as well stay. As for those who are after you…” His eyes hardened, a quiet storm gathering behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll take care of them when they come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ripple of relief mixed with fear passed among the women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But right now,” Ross continued, his tone softening again, “the most important thing is treating Libby.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze settled on the blonde girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Libby flinched slightly under the attention—not because she feared him, but because she felt exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was young, barely eighteen, her beauty still in that delicate stage between innocence and maturity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with sweat on her brow and pain distorting her features, she was stunning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her golden hair glued to her cheeks, her breathing shallow, her hands pressing on her wounded abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross smiled at her—calm, almost tender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lie down on the sofa, Libby. I’ll treat your wounds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Libby swallowed, fear and hope mixing in her eyes. She glanced toward her friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana gave her a reassuring nod, her lips tight with worry. The others stepped aside, making space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Libby took a shaky breath and limped toward the sofa, each step slow and painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her knees trembled as she lowered herself down, hugging the edge of the cushions as though afraid she might sink through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft groan escaped her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross moved behind her, pulling a wooden chair and setting it beside the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat down smoothly, like someone who had done this a thousand times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room grew quiet—so quiet that the faint drip of water somewhere in the basement echoed like a drum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed both hands gently over Libby’s wound. His palms were warm, almost soothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Libby’s breath hitched, but she did not pull away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter what happens, Libby,” he murmured, voice steady and low, “don’t move. Understand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-Yes…” she whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands clenched the sides of the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross inhaled deeply—once, twice—and then began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first change came subtly: a soft hum, almost like the vibration of metal struck gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then light began to gather around his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint at first, barely visible… then brighter, a soft green glow blooming like fireflies waking at dusk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A collective breath sucked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“H-How is he doing that?” someone whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is that light…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that his ability from the heart stone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s jaw tightened. Sweat beaded across his forehead. His breathing grew harsher, strained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The green glow intensified, swirling like mist around his fingers before sinking directly into Libby’s flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Libby gasped, arching slightly—but Ross pressed her shoulder down with one hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t move,” he repeated, voice rough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her lip until it nearly bled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A minute passed. Then two. The air itself felt heavier, as though drawn toward Ross and Libby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women exchanged worried glances. Even the bravest among them looked pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s eyes snapped open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body jerked forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violent choke sounded from his throat before he spat out a mouthful of dark, wet blood onto the stone floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“ROSS!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their screams overlapped, panic exploding through the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Libby froze, trembling hysterically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Giana rushed forward but stopped when Ross lifted a shaking hand, silently commanding her to stay back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands returned to Libby’s wound, still glowing—though dimmer now, flickering like a candle in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More sweat dripped down his face, sliding down his temples, soaking into his shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath grew ragged, each inhale a struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why doesn’t he stop?!” one of the girls cried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s pushing himself too much!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someoen do something!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miku stood on the side, hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew Ross was acting. She knew he was in no real danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the sight of him coughing blood, trembling, forcing himself to continue—it pierced something inside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The performance was too flawless, too convincing. For a moment her heart forgot reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He… he’ll be fine,” she said softly, though her voice shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t look fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was pale, his lips slightly parted as if he was barely holding back another cough of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers trembled over Libby’s skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still—he didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held on as though Libby’s life depended on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women watched with wide eyes, caught between awe and terror, their breaths held, their hearts pounding in their chests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross leaned closer, sweat dripping from his chin onto the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glow pulsed again—stronger this time—and a faint, sizzling sound echoed through the room as the light seeped deeper into Libby’s wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Libby whimpered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re doing great,” Ross whispered weakly. “Just… hold on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another pulse of green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another wave of strain washing over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another moment where his body looked ready to collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he continued—never breaking, never faltering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if every second made him look more and more like he was paying a terrible price for saving her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five agonizing minutes crawled by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s breathing had grown shallow, each exhale sounding more strained than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The green glow around his hands dimmed until it flickered weakly—like a candle about to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hak!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1009,"2026-06-09T06:19:13.331Z",1,"novelbin.me","b6fffae1b056fc9fe9efa949cb8434eae8d365cf7b434f027b9c76214ad484ef","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1115","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1113",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]