[{"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-538":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},1831937,2438,"Chapter 538 - 538 Poem","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-538",538,"\u003Cp>Ted imagined their passionate nights together, their connection so strong, but his body remained stubbornly unresponsive. Nothing was working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an attempt to shake off the frustration, he started focusing on other images—other fantasies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pictured another woman, someone else entirely, hoping the distraction might help him regain control, but even that failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed harder, thinking of his sister-in-law, someone who always seemed to stir him in the past, but even that didn't help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spent several more minutes trying, but each time, his efforts fell short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The harder he tried, the more he felt his confidence slipping. His body refused to cooperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why... why is this happening?\" Ted muttered under his breath, unable to hide the panic rising within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart pounded in his chest, and a sense of dread washed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grace, sitting by his side, reached out gently, touching his shoulder with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ted, it's okay. We don't need to rush. Maybe you're just stressed. Let's try again tomorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ted couldn't shake the feeling of unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was wrong, and he couldn't fix it, no matter how hard he tried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind raced through every possibility, and yet none made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't a simple case of nerves or exhaustion; this was something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's happening to me?\" Ted finally asked, his voice a mix of frustration and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ted tried for a long time, but no matter what he did, his little brother remained stubbornly unresponsive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heavy silence hung between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grace, lying beside him, reached out to touch his arm, offering a reassuring smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's okay, love. It happens.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled sharply, forcing a chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah… maybe I'm just tired. Let's try again tomorrow as you said, okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded, brushing her fingers through his hair, but Ted could see the slight disappointment in her eyes. It made his stomach twist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly pulled his pajamas back on, kissed her on the cheek, and turned onto his side, feigning sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn't. His mind wouldn't let him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never experienced this before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how exhausted he was, no matter the circumstances, he had always been able to perform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always taken pride in making sure Grace was satisfied, and now—this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt like a part of him had failed, like something inside had broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes, trying to shake the thoughts away, but they refused to leave him alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't until sometime past midnight that he finally drifted into a restless sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The morning came too soon, and when he woke, his body felt like lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the ceiling for a long moment before dragging himself out of bed, the weight of last night still pressing on his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'll do better tonight,\" he muttered to himself, trying to push past his doubts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He refused to believe this was anything more than a one-time thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that thought, he forced himself into his routine—showering, dressing, and heading to work as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he stepped into his office, he realized that today was going to be anything but usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts, followed by the heavy thud of boots against the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Ted, got extra space in your office?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ted looked up to see a large man filling the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brandon—one of Ross's most trusted men. His presence always meant something serious was going on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ted straightened in his chair. \"I have an empty room. Why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brandon stepped inside, arms crossed. \"I need to move some stuff. Could use an extra set of hands.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ted nodded, already standing. \"Of course.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brandon was someone Ted had grown familiar with over the years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw each other regularly in meetings, and if there was one thing Ted knew about him, it was that he was always hands-on, always precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Brandon was handling something personally, then it was important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ted suppressed a sigh. Looks like today was going to be long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stepped outside, and Ted came to an abrupt halt. His breath hitched, his stomach tightening at the sight before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just outside his office stood a dozen heavily armed men, their rifles slung over their shoulders, their movements efficient and purposeful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what truly made his heart pound was what they were handling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacks upon stacks of cash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just a few bundles—mountains of money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Towering piles of neatly wrapped bills, packed into crates and duffel bags, being hauled into the building with alarming efficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ted's mouth went dry as he tried to process the sheer amount. It wasn't a few million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By his rough estimate, this was hundreds of millions, possibly more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss? Where do we take this?\" one of the armed men asked, shifting his grip on a heavy duffel bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brandon barely glanced at him before turning his gaze to Ted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That look sent a clear message: You know what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ted swallowed hard, then nodded stiffly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here,\" he said, his voice coming out more automatic than intentional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body moved as if on autopilot, his hands reaching out to help even as his brain screamed for answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was this money for? Where did it come from? And why was he involved?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pulse thundered in his ears as he lifted a duffel bag, feeling the surprising weight of the cash inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bills were crisp, bound tightly in thick stacks. Every fiber of his being told him this wasn't normal—this wasn't just company business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else could he do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men moved with practiced ease, as if this were just another routine job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ted, on the other hand, felt like he was walking through a dream—one that teetered on the edge of a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They worked for hours, the weight of the money—both literal and metaphorical—pressing down on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time they finished, the sun hung high in the sky, and the once-empty room was now filled to the brim with cash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ted stepped back, wiping the sweat from his brow as he surveyed the stacks surrounding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whole room of money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, like a slow-moving storm cloud, a thought settled heavily in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is Ross Oakley doing something illegal?\u003C\u002Fp>",1039,"2026-06-09T06:18:53.791Z",1,"novelbin.me","9e0a05a3506a7b10458bf4d0442dbe098917d27e90d69cb97f04924ec01e468f","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-539","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-537",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]