[{"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-685":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},1831984,2438,"Chapter 685: 685 Access","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-685",685,"\u003Cp>Chapter 685: Chapter 685 Access\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were simple, but they carried weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of weight only shared understanding and years of quiet patience could give.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suppose it is,” one of the women replied, her voice soft yet steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ross has more than proven himself. Not just as a husband, but as a father too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Agreed,” another nodded. “Alistair, his eldest, is already ten. And Ross treats him and all the other children the same—no favoritism, no distance. Just love. Steady, unshakable love.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s a good man,” the third said, almost in a whisper, as if voicing that truth aloud might make it more real, more sacred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were seated in a sunlit garden room, the windows thrown open to let in the crisp morning breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cups of tea sat forgotten on the table between them, steam curling lazily upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t just a casual gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a meeting of hearts, a moment of unity forged in silence and understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross wasn’t with them—he didn’t know about this meeting, and that was the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was for them. For the women who shared his life, his bed, his children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the women who had waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had each walked their own path to get here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some had come into Ross’s life early, others later. Some through chance, others by fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all of them had stayed—willingly, fiercely, because they saw the man beneath the legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who worked tirelessly to protect them, to provide for them, to love them in ways that defied explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, they wanted to give something back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve waited long enough,” one wife said, folding her hands on her lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ross has been so busy building for us, for the family. He’s given and given without ever asking for anything in return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another wife nodded, her eyes warm. “It’s time we remind him that we see him. That we love him. Not just for what he does, but for who he is.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others murmured their agreement, a circle of women united not by competition, but by devotion—to him, and strangely, to each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no jealousy here, no rivalry. Only understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so the planning began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was to be a surprise. Something Ross wouldn’t see coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he was occupied—likely in some high-level meeting or buried under the weight of paperwork—they would prepare everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The location, the timing, the details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every element had to be perfect. Not extravagant, but personal. Intimate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A celebration not of power or wealth, but of family. Of love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spoke in hushed tones, excitement bubbling beneath their careful words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ideas were exchanged, laughter slipped in between memories, and slowly, a plan began to take shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just about throwing a party or giving him a gift—it was about creating a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One that would speak to the heart of the man they all adored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all the while, they believed they were being discreet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They believed Ross was completely unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what they didn’t know—what none of them realized—was that Ross had already sensed something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed the lingering glances, the hushed conversations that stopped when he entered the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way they all seemed just a little more coordinated lately, a little more united in their secrecy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t a man easy to fool. And while he hadn’t pried or pressed, he’d been watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quietly. Amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them think they’re surprising me, he thought with a rare smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them have their moment. I’ll pretend not to know. For them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for all the power Ross Oakley held—for all the influence, the riches, the fear his name inspired in others—this was the part of his life that mattered most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His family. His women. His children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as they worked together, plotting what they thought was a secret, Ross went about his day with a quiet warmth in his chest—knowing that, whatever they had planned, it was born from love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And love, he would never take for granted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One night, Ross returned home later than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky outside was a canvas of deep velvet, dotted with stars, and the quiet hum of the city beyond his estate reminded him just how far he’d come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He loosened his tie as he stepped out of his sleek black car, his body aching for the comfort of home, the warmth of familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he didn’t expect—what he could never have prepared for—was the sight waiting just beyond the front door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he entered the foyer, the soft scent of jasmine and something sweeter—something unmistakably primal—hit him first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, brow furrowed, catching the edge of a sultry melody drifting from the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights were dimmed, casting the space in a golden, ambient glow. And then he saw them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of his wives—every single one—stood together in the living room, a vision of beauty and seduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were clad only in delicate lingerie: silk, lace, and whispers of fabric that barely covered their curves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each woman wore something different, tailored to her own sense of allure—Jasmine in crimson, Sophia in pale blue, Natalie in black with garters that clung like shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes sparkled with mischief, desire, and love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross stopped mid-step, stunned. “Well, well,” he drawled, lips curving into a slow grin. “Either I’ve died and gone to heaven… or you’ve all decided to make a man’s dreams come true.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve been waiting for you,” Jasmine purred, sauntering forward on bare feet. Her fingers trailed down his chest, over the buttons of his shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross let out a low laugh, already unfastening his cuffs. “I smell something in the air… something sweet. Excitement. Lust.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned in close, his voice a playful whisper. “I’d say someone—or several someones—are hungry tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sophia giggled softly. “Maybe we are. Maybe we’ve had a meeting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross raised an eyebrow as he began removing his jacket. “A meeting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natalie stepped forward then, lips painted a sultry red, her confidence magnetic. “A meeting about you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s grin widened. His shirt hit the floor. “Do tell.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1010,"2026-06-09T06:18:58.540Z",1,"novelbin.me","af687730b82e4480da24eb0c45c70a0959771385bbac4bd5b0a9703a8b8c3f63","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-686","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-684",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]