[{"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-687":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},1831986,2438,"Chapter 687: 687 Status","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-687",687,"\u003Cp>Chapter 687: Chapter 687 Status\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross held them close after each encounter, never rushing, never pulling away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms became a sanctuary, his voice a balm as he whispered how much he loved them, how beautiful they were, how lucky he felt every single day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They clung to those words, wrapping themselves in them like the soft blankets they draped over their bodies in between each shared moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his wives loved him back with equal intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They praised his strength, his tenderness, his unwavering care—not just as a lover, but as a man, a father, a partner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They touched him not just to spark pleasure, but to remind him that he was theirs, body and soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the week ended, they lay together in the master bedroom, limbs entwined, skin flushed, the scent of their love still lingering in the air like incense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The windows were open, the wind soft, the world quiet. A moment of stillness finally arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one spoke for a long while. There was no need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies told the story—of joy, of unity, of love that went deeper than words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A love reaffirmed not just in passion, but in presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ross, in the center of it all, smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this week would stay with them forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One year came and went, and in the blink of an eye, it was already 2036.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time seemed to move faster when life was full—and for Ross, the past twelve months had been nothing short of extraordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the year his already large family grew even larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the arrival of thirty more newborns, he now had thirty-six children, each one a precious piece of his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To most people, the idea of raising thirty-six children sounded impossible—absurd, even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to Ross, it was a blessing beyond measure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every morning, he woke to the sound of his home alive with energy: the soft wails of babies echoing down the long marble corridors, the rustle of little bodies being tended to, the lullabies playing gently in nurseries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some nights were sleepless, others chaotic, but Ross embraced it all with open arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mansion, a vast estate nestled in a private countryside, had been transformed into something like a palace for children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every wing had its own nursery suite, each one equipped with state-of-the-art technology, toys, cribs, and play areas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colorful mobiles dangled from the ceilings, and plush rugs lined the floors for crawling infants and unsteady toddlers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air smelled faintly of baby lotion and warm milk, a scent Ross now associated with comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the scale, nothing ever felt impersonal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross was deeply involved in his children’s lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held them, bathed them, sang to them—even if sometimes he mixed up a name or two in his exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew which baby liked to be rocked and which one hated baths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He memorized feeding schedules, teething milestones, and the feel of each tiny hand curled around his finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew, of course, he couldn’t do it alone. And he didn’t try to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross was a planner—a provider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed in building a life not just with love, but with intention and support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For every child, he hired three pairs of professional nannies, rotating teams that worked in shifts to ensure round-the-clock care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These weren’t just any caregivers—they were handpicked, trained in early childhood development, CPR-certified, multilingual, and deeply nurturing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each nanny was part of a larger system that ran like a well-oiled machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the nannies and house staff, Ross never let himself become distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to be the kind of father who only visited his kids between meetings or stayed behind a locked office door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every day, no matter how busy his schedule, he made time to check on his children—holding them close, reading to them, or just sitting in a nursery chair as they napped on his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed that no amount of help could replace presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grandparents, too, played a role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wives’ parents often came to visit and stayed for weeks at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They adored the babies and helped where they could, offering guidance and sharing stories from their own parenting days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross never allowed them to become burdened by responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He appreciated their help but made it clear they were there to enjoy, not to labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also never placed too much on his wives’ shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though many of them wanted to be hands-on mothers—and were—Ross made sure they had choices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not bound to sleepless nights unless they chose to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had access to time for themselves, for each other, and for pursuing their interests and passions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether they wanted to stay by the children’s side all day or simply visit when they had energy to spare, Ross supported them either way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the rare quiet moments, when the babies were asleep and the house dimmed for the night, Ross would walk the halls with a sense of wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would peek into the nurseries, watch over the soft rise and fall of tiny chests, and feel the overwhelming warmth of love and legacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this time would pass quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, their cries would turn into words, those soft footsteps into sprints, and eventually, one by one, they would begin their journeys into the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for now, in this fleeting season, he had them all under one roof. And it was everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t just feel like a father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt like the heart of a living dream—one he never wanted to wake from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s physical needs didn’t go neglected either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While his wives were still recovering from childbirth—some adjusting to motherhood, others taking the time to rest and heal—Ross found comfort and passion in the arms of several other women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were seven, to be exact. Some were known to his wives, part of open understandings and quiet agreements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others remained secret, their relationships hidden in the shadows, wrapped in layers of flirtation, discretion, and stolen moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t push for full transparency. Not yet. The mystery, the thrill of secrecy, added a kind of fire that made every encounter feel electric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unspoken tension, the careful navigation of boundaries, and the risk of discovery only heightened the excitement between Ross and these other women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, they were enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of them brought something different—adventure, sweetness, challenge, novelty—and together, they fulfilled the part of Ross’s life that still craved connection and pleasure during this unique chapter of fatherhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t reckless, though.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was careful, respectful, and ensured that nothing disrupted the harmony of his home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t forever—just for now, while the women he loved most were healing, and while he managed the balance between responsibility and desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the quiet spaces between it all, Ross reminded himself: every chapter had its purpose, and this one was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Join my Discord server for exclusive reader perks and rewards! 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