[{"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-719":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},1832318,2438,"Chapter 719 Journey","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-719",719,"\u003Cp>One of the boys, emboldened by the group’s success, walked toward Ross with a smug grin on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Franco—young, fit, always loud, always pushing his luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted the empty rice cooker in one hand and the soup pot in the other, shaking both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Big D,\" Franco called with a mock-sweet tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Time for dinner, my guy! Oh wait... it’s all gone! Guess you’ll just have to eat in your dreams tonight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted the pot theatrically. Not a drop of soup was left. \"Damn, even the steam’s gone. We really cleaned up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few people laughed. Nervous, unsure, but laughter nonetheless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t waste your breath, Franco,\" Trevor said from behind him, arms crossed, his tone dismissive. \"Big Dumb ain’t worth the calories. Let the dog starve.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as the words left his mouth, Ross moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension in the room snapped taut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franco froze. Trevor fell quiet. Everyone stopped eating, talking, or pretending not to care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes shifted to Ross, who rose slowly from his oversized seat with the calm, deliberate movements of someone who was in control—and knew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stretched slightly, the fabric of his black shirt tightening around his chest and shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he tilted his head, as if mildly amused by the entire spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just that cold, unreadable stare behind the mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franco swallowed hard and lowered the pots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trevor took an unconscious step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the housemates watched in dead silence, hearts pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross looked at the empty table, the spotless pots, and the crumbs on their plates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, slowly, he turned and walked away—calm, quiet, without a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet somehow, that said more than any outburst ever could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After he disappeared into the hallway, no one dared speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was filled with tension and one single, lingering thought:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell is he going to do next?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t have to wonder long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While the rest of the housemates ate their dinner outside by the swimming pool, basking in their quiet victory over Ross, something shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint aroma drifted through the open patio doors—something warm, rich, and utterly unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, no one paid it much attention. But within minutes, the scent grew stronger. It was fragrant, layered, and mouthwatering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone wrinkled their nose and looked around. \"What the hell is that smell?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another contestant glanced toward the house. \"Wait... is that... food?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The fuck?\" a guy muttered, sniffing the air like a hound. \"Is Big Dumb actually cooking in there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That got everyone’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few exchanged skeptical looks before curiosity got the better of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, they rose from their seats and cautiously made their way back into the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What they found stopped them in their tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kitchen was alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross stood at the center of it all, sleeves rolled up, moving with smooth, precise motions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knives flashed in the overhead light as he chopped vegetables at lightning speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sizzling pan sang on the stove while steam curled from a pot beside it, releasing bursts of complex, intoxicating aromas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t speak. He didn’t even look up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his hands were a blur of efficiency, working with the kind of confidence that only came from years of experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Holy shit,\" someone whispered. \"Is he, like... a professional chef or something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s moving so fast. Look at the way he handles those knives!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s—he’s not even trying, and it’s like watching one of those cooking competitions on TV.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More housemates crowded into the kitchen doorway, wide-eyed and silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the ones who had mocked him earlier stood there, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross wasn’t just cooking—he was commanding the kitchen like it belonged to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved with rhythm, grace, and a quiet intensity that was almost hypnotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every motion was purposeful. Every ingredient was handled with care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was less like preparing a meal and more like... performing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was dancing between counters, spinning from stove to sink and back again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oil hissed, spices hit hot pans with a burst of fragrance, and the entire house seemed to melt into that sound, that smell, that presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No music played.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet it felt like there was a beat—his beat—and he was in perfect sync with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd didn’t speak. They didn’t dare. They just watched, mesmerized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can’t believe it. He’s... actually amazing in the kitchen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I feel like I just watched a live episode of MasterChef.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman who had insulted him earlier looked down at her half-eaten plate of cold rice and over-salted beef and muttered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit... we messed with the wrong guy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one dared go after Ross now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had made his move—quiet, sharp, and unforgettable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And suddenly, the house felt very different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes later, Ross was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped back from the stove, wiped his hands on a towel, and calmly plated his food without sparing a single glance at the group still standing near the kitchen entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever he had cooked, it was impossible to tell just by looking—but the smell said everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Savory. Rich. Mouthwatering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It filled the entire house like a spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then it happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grrrgg...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One stomach growled. Then another. Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a chain reaction, a chorus of hunger echoed through the kitchen and into the hallway beyond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heads turned, eyes widened, and everyone exchanged awkward glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had just eaten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rice, soup, leftovers—the works.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of it compared to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aroma of Ross’s meal clung to their senses, teased their tongues, and awakened a whole new wave of hunger they hadn’t expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saliva pooled in mouths that had no reason to still be hungry. But the body doesn’t lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the boys muttered under his breath, \"Why does it smell better than everything we cooked put together?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another girl clutched her stomach and whispered, \"I swear I was full ten minutes ago... but now I’m starving.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1001,"2026-06-09T06:18:59.061Z",1,"novelbin.me","052a61fb33a7b8f09f51d476b11fe5bac9133dd0f1459bb302123bd6c46a914f","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-720","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-718",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]