[{"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-650":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},1832099,2438,"Chapter 650 - 650 Dream","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-650",650,"\u003Cp>\"If you'd let me, I'd have you screaming my name for hours—so long and so hard you'd be begging me to stop. Is that something you'd want, Sasha?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were bold, provocative, and shamelessly direct—yet delivered with that signature confidence that made it hard to tell whether he was joking, seducing, or challenging her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Sasha heard those words, a shiver prickled across her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked once, then again, as if trying to shake off whatever spell had momentarily come over her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross Oakley wasn't even her type. Not in the slightest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His features, while striking to some, didn't quite fit her usual tastes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't traditionally handsome—not in the chiseled, magazine-cover way she tended to go for. And yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would be lying to herself if she claimed the man had no pull. Because Ross Oakley didn't need classic good looks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had something far more dangerous—raw, undeniable charisma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It clung to him like a second skin, dripping from every confident smirk and every effortless word that rolled off his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it irritated her—deeply—that even after she and Kristine had cornered him with their sharpest tongues, throwing barbed insults meant to rattle him, he hadn't so much as flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply sat there, legs casually crossed, his expression cool and amused, as if they were nothing more than mild entertainment in an otherwise boring evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha hated men who were too sure of themselves. The arrogance, the swagger, the way they acted like the world belonged to them—it all rubbed her the wrong way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, she found herself glancing at Ross again. Watching the way he held himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How he never looked away from her, not even for a second. The confidence wasn't forced. It was real. And that made it worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would be a hypocrite to say she felt nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Men like Ross—dangerous, dominant, charismatic to the core—they were hard to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had presence, the kind that filled the room and demanded attention without him needing to say a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha wasn't blind. She recognized power when she saw it, and Ross wore it like a tailored suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just unfortunate, she mused bitterly, that he already had a harem of wives. Women fawned over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Threw themselves at him. And the worst part? He didn't even chase them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They came willingly, eager to orbit around his gravity. Sasha had no interest in becoming just another name on that list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned back, folding one leg over the other, her lips curling into a playful smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm a hard woman to please, Ross,\" she purred, her tone low and flirtatious. \"You might not be able to afford my fetishes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross's smile didn't waver. If anything, it widened. His eyes—dark, intense, and unwavering—traveled slowly over her face, pausing just a moment too long on her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm a man of money and riches,\" he said smoothly, his voice rich like velvet. \"Say what you want. No price is too high for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air between them grew heavier, charged with something unspoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha's pulse quickened, but she kept her expression cool, unwilling to let him know he was getting to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, there was no denying it—he was dangerous. Not in the way most men were, but in the way only men like Ross Oakley could be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind who could make you want to step into the fire just to see how long you could stand the heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the worst part? Sasha was starting to wonder if she was already burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfect. I might just have room for another boyfriend on my list,\" Sasha said with a teasing lilt, her lips curling into a devilish smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross chuckled, clearly entertained, and leaned back in his seat like a man who was exactly where he wanted to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a wave of his hand, he ordered another round—something fancy, aged, and expensive—and as the drinks arrived, so did more laughter, more veiled flirtation, and surprisingly thoughtful conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them had expected the night to unfold the way it did. Kristine had been prepared for a brief, awkward dinner—at best, a confrontation that ended in them leaving early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha had walked in ready to tear Ross apart with her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross... he had other plans. He didn't just hold his own against them—he took control of the whole table, like a seasoned performer stepping onto a familiar stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them talked for hours. Ross moved effortlessly from playful to philosophical, from teasing to sincere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew exactly when to make them laugh and when to drop just enough vulnerability to keep them intrigued. The man had a gift, and he used it well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the end of the night, even Kristine—usually the more reserved and skeptical of the two—had started to warm up to him. Not that she'd ever admit it aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Ross finally stood up, adjusting the cuffs of his designer jacket, he gave them both a charming smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ladies,\" he said smoothly, bowing his head just slightly, \"thank you for a most... stimulating evening.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he was gone, leaving behind the scent of expensive cologne and a silence that stretched between the two women like a question neither of them wanted to ask first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine blinked. \"What the hell just happened?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha leaned back in her chair, swirling the last of her wine. \"We got played,\" she said, not sounding the least bit mad about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine turned sharply to her. \"What were you thinking?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sasha tilted her head, pretending to think. \"Hmm… probably that I could handle him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Handle him? Sasha, that man is dangerous,\" Kristine said, her voice a mix of disbelief and warning. \"You were flirting with him all night!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And you weren't?\" Sasha shot back, raising an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine's cheeks turned pink. \"I—what? No! I'm married!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Exactly,\" Sasha said with a sly smile. \"Which is why I stepped in. He was eyeing you first, you know. I just did you a favor.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1016,"2026-06-09T06:18:59.072Z",1,"novelbin.me","beb36033a640f664a14dd45798291b31903b7dd42b4fc4f3bfe917f4c83ab917","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-951","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-649",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]