[{"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-673":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},1831972,2438,"Chapter 673: 673 Savage","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-673",673,"\u003Cp>Chapter 673: Chapter 673 SavageNot without being stretched far beyond anything her husband had ever given her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine wanted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross crawled onto the bed, his hands parting her thighs again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He positioned himself between them, not rushing, savoring the look in her eyes—the mix of need, nervousness, and raw desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re ready,” he said, voice low and rough with hunger. “You’ll be begging for me soon enough, Kristine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine didn’t argue. She only nodded, her breath shaky, her body aching for more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, Ross prepared to claim her fully—for the first time, but far from the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine didn’t move. She didn’t push him away. She didn’t even flinch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply looked up at Ross, her eyes wide with a storm of emotion—guilt, fear, anticipation—and then, almost as if giving in to something inevitable, she closed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her long lashes trembled, her lips parted, and she took a shaky breath, bracing herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, she surrendered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just to Ross—but to the part of herself she had kept buried for so long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The part that yearned to feel desired. The part that wanted to be devoured, not worshipped. To be undone, not protected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross would be only the second man to ever take her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the second to know what she felt like from the inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first—her husband—had been gentle, loving… but also ordinary. Predictable. Measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And lately, he can’t even get his cock up anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This? This was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know how she would live with herself in the morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know what she’d say to Colton. She didn’t even know if she’d be able to look herself in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those thoughts, though loud, felt distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint echoes drowned out by the throbbing ache between her thighs and the shadow of Ross’s body looming over her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All she knew right now—right here—was that she was dripping. Aching. Desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pussy clenched with every heartbeat, hungry for something she knew she shouldn’t want.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross moved into position without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spread her legs wider, palms firm on her thighs, and guided his thick, pulsing cock to her slick entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head of it rubbed against her folds, teasing them apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held himself still for a breath, as if savoring the moment before the first push.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine gasped when she felt the pressure—a dull, insistent push that sent a shiver through her spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tip of his cock was thick and hot, already prying her open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gritted her teeth, bracing as he slowly, patiently began to slide in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A couple of inches. That was all. But it was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough to make her cry out softly. Enough to send a jolt of heat and pain through her cunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pussy stretched wide around him, tighter than Ross expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He groaned under his breath at the way she gripped him like a vice—wet, warm, and impossibly snug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never taken anything like this before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And suddenly, she faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of her husband’s face pierced through the haze. Colton’s smile. His quiet laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he kissed her forehead at night when she was half-asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memories slammed into her with brutal force, and guilt exploded in her chest like a flare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes flew open. Her breathing turned frantic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—Ross! Stop… please—” she choked out, panic laced in her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross had already breached her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The broad head of his cock was inside, stretching her inner walls in ways she’d never felt before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze at her words, every muscle tense, eyes locked on hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kristine’s body trembled beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands flew up to his arms, clutching him tightly. Her nails dug into his skin—hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t mean to, but the pain and the pressure were overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her grip was desperate, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave deep, red grooves on his flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross looked down at her, reading the conflict in her face—shame, fear, raw need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath came in heavy bursts, his cock pulsing inside her entrance, held in place by the tight embrace of her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I shouldn’t…” Kristine whispered, eyes filling with tears. “This is wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t move, didn’t thrust. He just leaned down, his face close to hers, voice low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can tell me to stop,” he murmured. “If you really want me to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kristine didn’t say it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t push him away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hips twitched involuntarily beneath him, betraying her words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath hitched again, lips trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked rapidly, struggling to make sense of the war raging inside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And still… she didn’t say stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because somewhere deep down, beneath the guilt and fear, was a truth she couldn’t escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body was screaming for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ross—still barely inside her—could feel it in every pulse, every clench of her pussy around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned closer, voice a whisper against her skin. “You have already fallen for me, Kristine… You feel it too, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She let out a shaky exhale, heart racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then… she nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s jaw tightened, and slowly, carefully, he began to push in deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In time, Ross tried to inch all fifteen inches of his cock deep inside her—and Kristine cried out in a mix of pain and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never felt anything like it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stretched her far beyond what she thought was humanly possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every slow push filled her more, taking her to limits she didn’t know her body could endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pussy clamped down instinctively, struggling to adjust to his monstrous girth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross was reaching places her husband never even came close to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He filled her so completely, so deeply, it felt like he was touching the very core of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every sensitive spot, every untouched nerve, was suddenly awakened, and it was overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he reached the very end of her tunnel, Kristine was gasping—mouth open in shock, eyes wide as the fullness consumed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet… she hadn’t told him to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>",1016,"2026-06-09T06:18:58.540Z",1,"novelbin.me","1ce05737dce0ee39a7e2a46c5429cf8923a243ac3c49ff9487c5fd35f553e17f","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-674","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-672",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]