[{"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-386":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},1831685,2438,"Chapter 386 CPU","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-386",386,"\u003Cp>Ross kept his promise. He stayed with his new wife, Jessica, at the resort for an entire week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a deeply satisfying and unforgettable experience for Jessica.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During their stay, some police officers questioned them about several missing guests, but Ross and Jessica casually replied that they hadn’t seen anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, the handsome man and his companions—ten in total—were far too busy dying at the hands of myriad big ugly monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Ross, they were nothing but scum, and he didn’t spare them another thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Ross and Jessica returned home, his wives were overjoyed to see him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reunion, after a week apart, was truly a sight to behold—an emotional moment that needed no words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Ross unleashed his boundless energy, moving from one wife to the next, showering all 17 of them with his affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was filled with the sounds of passion and intimacy as they celebrated his return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, what mattered most wasn’t Ross’s masterful prowess but the warmth of his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their connection had grown far beyond the physical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had cultivated an emotional bond with their husband that transcended mere desire, cherishing the deep love and understanding they shared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was already April.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross and several of his wives had successfully completed the winter semester, and the promise of summer fun loomed ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before they could fully indulge, Ross had something important to take care of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s the NBA Play-In, and I hear Ross Oakley of the Parkland Knights is finally going to play,\" one commentator remarked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know where you heard that,\" another retorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That self-important VIP wannabe may or may not show up, and frankly, I don’t care. Someone who doesn’t respect the sport like him doesn’t deserve to be here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’d have to disagree with you there,\" the first commentator countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When someone can shoot with 100% accuracy, it’s not hard to justify bending the rules a little. Ross Oakley has earned the right to be prideful. Hell, the NBA didn’t just bend the rules for him—they broke them. And let’s not forget, he’s only 18 years old!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nineteen now,\" corrected the second commentator. \"The kid had his birthday last December.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the commentators debated his worth, the man of the hour sat comfortably at home with his wives, entirely unbothered by the chatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ross, are you sure you’re not going to do some warm-up exercises?\" The coach, a fit 50-year-old who looked younger than his age, approached him cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was new to the team this year, replacing the previous coach who had loudly criticized Ross’s contract for being far too lenient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unsurprisingly, the organization promptly threw that coach under the bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear to everyone, even the blind, that the Parkland Knights had placed all their bets on Ross Oakley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a fool would dare contradict him now, which was why the new coach treaded carefully around the team’s star player—Mr. Perfect himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine, Coach,\" Ross replied with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I got plenty of exercise last night. Enough to last me a century.\" He winked at the coach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ross! Shhh!\" his wives complained, their faces turning red with embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While they had no issues with Ross getting playful in private, most of them were still shy about such comments in public.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? You all have dirty minds!\" Ross teased, bursting into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was playing NBA 2K25 last night. What were you girls thinking about?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wives pouted adorably, realizing he was just being a smart mouth again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The coach sighed, shaking his head. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It really was something to be young, successful, and adored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that thought, he walked away, resigned to the fact that management had put all its faith in Ross’s talent—and he had no choice but to do the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whistle blew, signaling the start of the much-anticipated game between the Parkland Knights and the Aurora Arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Knights’ home court, and the electrifying energy of their fans reverberated throughout the packed arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was charged with excitement, the noise deafening as the crowd rallied behind their star player.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beat them, Ross!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rain threes on them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I bet my house and lot on this game, Ross! Don’t let me down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fans’ shouts blended into a chaotic symphony, but Ross Oakley stood calm and composed, his focus unshakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While others might feel the weight of such expectations, Ross thrived under the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was confident in his abilities—victory wasn’t just a possibility; it was inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the game began, Ross moved with precision and grace, his every step calculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need for flashy taunts or dramatic gestures; Ross let his actions speak louder than words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His professional demeanor was a stark contrast to the intensity of the game, a testament to his unmatched composure on the court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first shot cut through the air and sank cleanly through the net, setting the tone for what was to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another, Ross launched shot after shot, each one a flawless execution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His movements were almost mechanical in their perfection, leaving no room for error.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball didn’t just hit the hoop—it sliced through without even grazing the rim, a sound that sent the crowd into a frenzy. Find more to read at NovelBin.Côm\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the end of the first quarter, the Knights had pulled ahead by 15 points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By halftime, they were leading by a staggering 30.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Aurora Arrows were visibly shaken, struggling to find their footing against the unrelenting onslaught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ross Oakley is the GOAT!\" one commentator exclaimed, unable to contain his amazement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This kid is rewriting the rulebook of basketball. I’ve never seen such a flawless performance in my life!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His co-commentator chimed in, equally stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every shot is perfect. Every move calculated. It’s like watching a basketball machine. The Arrows don’t stand a chance tonight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Ross remained unfazed by the praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t playing for validation—he was playing to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression remained focused, his mind already planning the next move as the halftime buzzer sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Knights’ bench erupted in cheers as the players huddled together, celebrating their dominating lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross, however, simply grabbed a towel and sat down, his wives in the stands cheering wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He acknowledged them with a small wave and a confident smile before turning his attention back to the game plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t just another game. It was another chapter in the legend of Ross Oakley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as the second half loomed, one thing was clear to everyone in the arena: the Aurora Arrows were up against something they could neither match nor stop.\u003C\u002Fp>",1126,"2026-06-09T06:18:43.919Z",1,"novelbin.me","69b86183b0dcb0c986717c5223d8b82e88a4f8c88d56fafaf788bc49f1370c43","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-387","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-385",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]