[{"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-701":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},1832300,2438,"Chapter 701 Stranger","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-701",701,"\u003Cp>One week later, just as promised, Joshua came home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane stood at the front door of their small rented house as he stepped out of the taxi, looking thinner, worn down, but smiling—relieved to be free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wrapped her arms around him tightly, breathing in the familiar scent of her husband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, she felt grounded again. But that moment passed too quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joshua Carlson may have walked out of jail, but the life they once lived did not follow him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their mansion was gone, seized as part of an ongoing investigation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cars, the private chefs, the maids, even her wardrobe—stripped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had to let it all go. Now they lived in a modest house tucked into a quiet neighborhood, where the lights flickered slightly when the microwave ran and the air conditioning wheezed on hot days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bed was smaller. The walls thinner. And everything felt a little too real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joshua took up a job at a local logistics warehouse, working twelve-hour shifts hauling and stacking cargo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t complain—not once—but the strain showed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His shoulders slumped lower each night, his eyes more tired, his hands rougher with each passing day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane watched him closely—tried to be supportive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cooked dinner, waited for him to come home, rubbed his shoulders when he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the distance between them kept growing in quiet ways. He barely spoke at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d pass out on the couch before they could even share a real conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when she tried to initiate something intimate, he kissed her forehead with a weak smile and mumbled, \"Not tonight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first time they tried to make love again, Joshua barely lasted five minutes before turning over and apologizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cock could not even get hard enough to penetrate her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane had smiled, pretending it didn’t matter, pretending she wasn’t aching for something more. But it did matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it did ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, after Joshua fell asleep, Jane lay on her side, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, her heart heavy with confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her thoughts drifted—slowly at first, then like a flood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t want to think about him. Not here. Not now. But her mind betrayed her, painting vivid memories in perfect detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he had taken her—without hesitation, without shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His strong hands gripping her hips. His mouth claiming every inch of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he made her body sing, scream, surrender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned onto her back, her nightgown clinging to her skin from the heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was stifling, but the fire inside her burned hotter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She closed her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fucked her everywhere. In the bed. In the shower. On the walls. On the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t tire. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t ask—he took.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she had given in willingly, completely, desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thighs rubbed together, slick with remembered desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand moved beneath the thin fabric of her gown, trembling with need.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt a wave of guilt hit her chest—but it wasn’t enough to stop her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joshua lay asleep beside her, breathing heavily. Oblivious. Distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross... Ross had never been distant. He had been inside her. Around her. All over her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And God, her body remembered. It missed him. The ache inside her now was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She touched herself slowly, biting her lip, stifling her moans as her mind conjured his voice, his cock, his filthy promises whispered into her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come for me again, Jane...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body tensed, hips arching slightly off the bed as the orgasm washed over her in trembling waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook, breathing hard, eyes clenched shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guilt hit harder now, cold and real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned her head and looked at Joshua, still deep in sleep, unaware of everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane pulled the blanket over herself and stared into the darkness, her heart racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had everything once—money, status, comfort. Then Ross. Now this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she couldn’t shake the feeling that what she had with Ross...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was far from over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another week slipped by, slow and uneventful—until her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I missed you. Come to the same place, Jane. I know you want it again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one line—and everything around her froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jane stared at the screen, her heart hammering in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers trembled slightly as she held the phone, the air around her suddenly thick with heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She should’ve deleted the message. She should’ve felt disgusted, ashamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, a thrill curled through her spine like a shiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilt flickered briefly—like a candle struggling against the wind—but it was drowned out by something stronger. Something hotter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had tried to forget, tried to move on, but her body had a memory of its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A memory shaped like him—Ross, with that cock that had ruined her for any other man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her husband’s touch no longer stirred her. Her dreams, her cravings... they all led back to that one unforgettable night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, he wanted her again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled—slow, wicked, and knowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, she slipped her phone into her pocket and walked to the washroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house was quiet, Joshua still at work, unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door clicked shut behind her and she undressed quickly, the anticipation already making her thighs press together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shower turned on with a hiss, and steam rose almost instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This would be her second bath today—but it didn’t matter. She wanted to be perfect for Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the warm water flowed over her bare skin, Jane let her fingers drift down her body, teasing herself, imagining his hands instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath hitched. Her nipples hardened. Every inch of her pulsed with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time she stepped out of the shower and toweled off, her heart was racing with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She chose a black lace set—something daring, something Ross would enjoy peeling off her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she dressed simply over it, slipped on her coat, and took one last glance in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a spring in her step now. Her eyes glowed with mischief. Her lips curled in secret satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was going to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she didn’t care what that meant anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She needed to feel him again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She craved it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, she wasn’t a wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was his.\u003C\u002Fp>",1059,"2026-06-09T06:18:59.061Z",1,"novelbin.me","70be2e924f72d3df25028b4e035149681c812ff5cc208a811e85825ccd2a1c25","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-702","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-850",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]