[{"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-1143":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},1832604,2438,"Chapter 1144 Agency","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1143",1143,"\u003Cp>\"No. I can’t let him sleep like this,\" she muttered. \"He’ll get sick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With trembling determination, she walked to the bed and sat cautiously beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached for the soaked shirt, hesitating again when her fingertips brushed his warm skin underneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart jumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, slowly—very slowly—she began to remove the shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands shook as she lifted his upper body just enough to slide the fabric from beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every movement felt like a dangerous mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every breath he took made her pause, afraid she had woken him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross slept deeply, snoring without a care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina wiped her brow with the back of her wrist. One shirt down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pants were next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sliding her fingers beneath his waistband, she eased the garment down inch by inch, terrified she would disturb him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pulse thundered in her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took twenty long, agonizing minutes—minutes that felt like hours—for her to get Ross down to his last piece of clothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time she finished, she was sweating more than he was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then she froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze dropped. Her mind stopped processing. Her mouth fell open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His boxers—thin, stretched tight—did nothing to hide what was beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina gasped soundlessly, her eyes widening so much it hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s huge...\" she screamed internally, her entire body going rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face flamed hot. Her ears rang. Her knees felt weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clamped a hand over her mouth to stop a noise from slipping out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had only intended to help him change. That was it. That was the plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heartbeat hammered uncontrollably, her thighs pressing together without her realizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath grew shallow as she stared at the enormous outline straining against the fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What... what do I do?\" she whispered shakily, her voice barely audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina swallowed hard, trembling from head to toe, caught between fear, embarrassment, and an overwhelming curiosity that set her entire body on fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took several long minutes before Sabrina’s heartbeat settled and her thoughts stopped spinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands were slightly trembling as she pulled a blanket from the side of the tent and draped it over Ross’s sleeping form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin was still warm from the alcohol and the earlier chaos of the night, and the scent of him—sweat, liquor, and something undeniably masculine—clung stubbornly in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Covered or not, Ross still looked impossibly tempting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blanket did nothing to hide the outline of his chest or the powerful shape of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina forced herself to look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get a grip...\" she whispered to herself, as if scolding her own wayward mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slipped out quietly and returned to her own tent. But the darkness offered no comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she lay on her bed, her body betrayed her—hot, restless, aching with a need she didn’t dare name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoughts she had no business thinking flooded her mind: how close she had been to him, how heavy and thick his cock had looked even when soft, how easily her body reacted just by remembering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath came uneven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heat between her thighs was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to fight it, but the more she resisted, the more vivid the memories became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She eventually gave in, using her hands to ease the ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even then, it took a long time for her to calm down, and after the trembling stopped, she lay there with her arm over her eyes, ashamed and still wanting more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dealing with Ross the next day had been torture. And the day after. And every day that followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another week passed, and Ross and Sabrina gradually fell into the habit of talking every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes they discussed trivial things; sometimes they spoke about supplies, the mission, or the walking dead zombies that seemed to never run out of numbers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter the topic, Sabrina often found herself spacing out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes drifted to Ross’s lips, his arms, his torso—anything she remembered touching or seeing that night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to hide it. She really did. But Ross wasn’t a fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One afternoon, as they sat a few feet apart, he suddenly tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey,\" Ross said, squinting slightly. \"Is something wrong? You’ve been... distracted lately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina’s fingers froze mid-motion as she tucked her hair behind her ear. Heat crawled up her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distracted? If only he knew what was running through her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine,\" she replied too quickly. \"Just tired, that’s all.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t look convinced. \"If you’re tired, you should rest. Or...\" He paused for half a second, his voice dropping into something gentler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you want me to give you a massage? I’m actually pretty good at it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina’s entire body tensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She imagined his hands on her shoulders... on her back... those warm palms sliding over her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her imagination went too far too fast, and she had to swallow hard to keep her voice steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"M-Maybe some other time,\" she managed with a small, forced smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross nodded, accepting it. He leaned back, relaxed, stretching his arms behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The casual motion made his shirt lift just a bit, revealing a glimpse of toned lower abdomen that sent Sabrina’s thoughts spiraling again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They resumed talking, but Sabrina barely absorbed anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept replaying the words massage in her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her legs subtly pressed together to ease the pressure she didn’t want Ross to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross, meanwhile, simply continued speaking, unaware—or perhaps pretending not to notice—the storm of desire he had stirred inside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Sabrina, flustered beyond belief, knew one thing for certain:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another week like this might actually kill her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina entered the washroom and closed the door quietly, leaning her back against it as though holding the whole world at bay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath came shallow, uneven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment she simply stood there, staring blankly at the tiled floor, trying to calm the storm roiling inside her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, with trembling fingers, she pulled out her cellphone.\u003C\u002Fp>",1009,"2026-06-09T06:19:13.331Z",1,"novelbin.me","ceddd6033c4d14352decc515ba5cd36ebeae5123427ca43d25382db63cd65793","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1144","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1142",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]