[{"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-1147":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},1832608,2438,"Chapter 1148 Bridge","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1147",1147,"\u003Cp>Sabrina looked at Ross’ cock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was larger than anything she’d secretly imagined during lonely nights, larger than the vague, clinical diagrams from high school health class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint vein traced along its length, and the dark hair at its base only emphasized its size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina blinked rapidly, heat flooding her cheeks, her chest, pooling low in her belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sat back on her heels for a moment, just staring, trying to reconcile the quiet, dependable Ross she’d known for only a few weeks with this raw, undeniably male part of him now laid bare before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drew in a slow, steadying breath. This was why she was here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was tired of waiting, tired of pretending the lingering looks and their friendly talks meant nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew he wanted her—she’d felt it in the way his gaze sometimes dropped to her mouth and on her sexy body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross was careful, honorable, the kind of man who would never push.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the old world, that might have been perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this one, with death lurking outside every boarded window, waiting felt like a luxury they couldn’t afford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, she would be the one to push.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At twenty-five, Sabrina had only ever been kissed—soft, chaste presses of lips from a boyfriend who respected her boundaries too much to test them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had wanted to save everything for marriage: her first real kiss with tongue, her first touch below the waist, the first time she gave herself completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d clung to those ideals like a lifeline, even as the world fell apart around her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But ideals didn’t keep you warm at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t quiet the ache that had been growing inside her every time Ross smiled at her across a campfire, every time his hand brushed hers while passing a canteen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The zombie apocalypse had stripped away so much—safety, certainty, tomorrow—but it had also stripped away pretense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Survival now meant more than just avoiding the infected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant holding on to whatever made you feel alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ross made her feel alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tentatively, almost reverently, she reached out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingertips hovered just above his skin for a second before finally making contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warmth of him startled her—soft velvet over steel, the faint throb of a pulse beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shiver raced up her arm and down her spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first time she had ever touched a man like this, the first time she had ever allowed herself to want like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand closed gently around him, marveling at the weight, the heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t move yet—just held him, feeling the slow stir of blood as his body began, unconsciously, to respond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet thrill coursed through her at the realization that even in sleep, he reacted to her touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina leaned closer, her hair falling forward to curtain her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent of him—clean sweat, faint soap from his last bath this morning, something uniquely Ross—filled her senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath ghosted over his skin, and she watched, mesmerized, as he thickened slightly in her grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her lip, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth despite the nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was only the prelude of her romantic sexual life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever came next—whether he woke and pulled her close, or whether she coaxed him gently into awareness—she was done waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a world that could end tomorrow, she was choosing to take what she wanted today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what she wanted was him. All of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than a minute after Sabrina’s tentative strokes began—soft, exploratory glides of her palms along his warming length—she froze, her breath catching sharply in her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This can’t be... Is this even real?\" she whispered to herself, voice trembling with a mix of awe and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dim light overhead, Ross’s cock had undergone a breathtaking transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had started as heavy and impressive even in repose was now an absolute monster: rigid, throbbing, and angled upward against his toned stomach like a challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had swollen to an impossible fifteen inches—maybe more—with a girth so substantial that her slender fingers couldn’t hope to encircle it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried anyway, wrapping one hand around the base, then adding the second above it, stacking them like she was gripping a baseball bat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even then, both hands together barely covered half the towering shaft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skin was hot velvet stretched over unyielding steel, veins pulsing visibly beneath the surface as blood surged in response to her touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, almost reverently, she began to pump—long, deliberate strokes from root to just below the flared crown, then back down again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each pass drew a fresh bead of precum from the slit, glistening like dew in the firelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sabrina’s world narrowed to the feel of him: the weight in her palms, the slick glide as her hands grew slick with his arousal, the faint, masculine scent that rose with every motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her own breathing grew shallow and quick, matching the subtle twitch of his hips that she told herself was just an unconscious reflex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was so completely absorbed—eyes fixed on the way the broad head darkened and swelled further with every pass of her thumbs—that she didn’t notice the change in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t hear the soft hitch in Ross’s breathing, didn’t see the way his chest rose a fraction deeper, or feel the minute tension that coiled in his thighs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross had woken the instant her second hand joined the first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pleasure had yanked him from the edges of sleep like a warm, irresistible current.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight that greeted him through slitted eyes—Sabrina on her knees between his spread legs, hair tumbling forward in a dark curtain, lips parted in concentration, cheeks flushed a deep rose as she worked him with both hands—was almost too much to process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked impossibly beautiful like this: innocent and determined all at once, utterly focused on giving him pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart slammed against his ribs; heat flooded every inch of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he stayed still, clenching his jaw, fisting the sheets at his sides. He wanted to watch her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Needed to see how far her newfound boldness would carry her today.\u003C\u002Fp>",1029,"2026-06-09T06:19:13.331Z",1,"novelbin.me","5086226380041b3ccef3c15cd03066dad5fb5bed5db85b565d7180595f3122a9","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1148","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1146",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]