[{"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-720":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},1832319,2438,"Chapter 720 Courage","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-720",720,"\u003Cp>The night ended not with laughter or conversation, but with the sound of collective stomachs grumbling in quiet frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though everyone had eaten earlier, their thoughts were haunted by the tantalizing aroma of Ross’s mysterious meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had dared ask him for even a taste—not after the way they had treated him during dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too proud. Too afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, one by one, the housemates retreated to their rooms, defeated not by a challenge, but by a scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lay in their beds, eyes staring at the ceiling, minds spinning with guesses and imaginations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it steak? Braised pork? Some kind of curry?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever it was, it smelled like heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even dreamed about it. One girl murmured in her sleep, \"Just one bite...\" Another turned over and sighed deeply, her stomach growling in sync.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was ridiculous—and yet none of them could deny it. Ross had gotten under their skin... and into their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When morning came, a few housemates woke up hungry, despite having eaten the night before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like their bodies had been waiting for his food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the weekly challenge continued without incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though tensions still lingered, the group managed to stay organized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had agreed on a rotation system—one person would stand inside the circle for an hour while another kept watch, talking with them and making sure they didn’t drift off or accidentally step out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The buddy system worked surprisingly well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It created small moments of camaraderie in the dark, and gave people a chance to bond over shared determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one wanted to be the one who failed the task—not on the very first week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not that hard,\" one boy yawned as he watched the clock tick down. \"An hour’s nothing if someone’s there to talk with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, but wait until it’s 3 AM and you’re cold and tired,\" the other replied, sipping tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, despite the discomfort, everyone pulled their weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The house boss—or whoever the mysterious voice belonged to—seemed to be easing them into the competition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first weekly task wasn’t cruel. Just a test of consistency, cooperation, and willpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as the house quietly pushed through the night, one thought kept returning to them—lingering like the scent that had invaded their dreams:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else is Ross hiding?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning arrived with golden light streaming into the house, casting long shadows across the patio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As part of their routine, the boys gathered in the backyard to begin their daily workouts—stretching, lifting, doing push-ups and light sparring to get the blood flowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some of the girls joined in as well, eager to stay active or simply to enjoy the morning energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t long before attention shifted—not to the exercises themselves, but to the people doing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shirtless torsos, tight sportswear, and perfectly toned bodies quickly became the center of focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them, a few stood out more than the others—Corey with his clean-cut face and chiseled abs, and several of the five standout beauties, whose slim waists, radiant skin, and flirty energy had the boys subtly competing for their attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flirtatious banter started to bubble beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, uh... you work out every morning too?\" one guy asked hopefully, flashing a smile at the girl beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I do now,\" she said with a wink, giggling as she picked up her pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all textbook reality TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soft beginnings of showmances—the hook that reeled viewers in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flirtation, budding romances, and the inevitable jealousy and conflict to come... all of it was exactly what the audience loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a careful dance of attraction, rivalry, and strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Ross stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wearing nothing but black workout shorts and a sleeveless shirt, he strode onto the patio like he didn’t even notice the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire yard fell silent for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone muttered it under their breath, but everyone heard it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s body was a sculpted marvel—massive and defined, with muscles that looked carved from stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His shoulders were broad, arms thick with muscle and veins, and his core was tight, powerful, and practically glowing under the morning sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every movement he made flexed another group of muscles. He looked like a warrior from an ancient myth, more carved statue than man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the girls, who had been casually stretching, suddenly forgot what she was doing. \"Is that... real?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another whispered, \"He’s built like a tank. Look at those arms—holy hell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even some of the guys paused mid-rep, their confidence wobbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corey, who had been used to being the top male eye candy, glanced over at Ross with a clenched jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Show-off,\" he muttered, but even he couldn’t deny the sheer physical presence Ross commanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The women, however, were less restrained in their reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes roamed, breaths catching involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tried not to stare—but their bodies betrayed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flush of heat climbed up necks. Lips parted. Throats dried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just the physique—it was the energy Ross gave off. Quiet, focused, self-assured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t preen. He didn’t flex or pose like the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply existed, and that alone shifted the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the word that stuck in everyone’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He began his own warm-up with slow, precise movements—stretching, shadowboxing, and doing push-ups at an unhurried pace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every muscle moved like it was forged for one purpose: dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once again, without saying a single word, Ross had captured the attention of the entire house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breakfast came, and once again, Ross was excluded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like the night before, the rest of the housemates divided the food amongst themselves, deliberately leaving him out of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no invitations, no gestures of kindness—only sidelong glances and quiet snickers as they made sure every plate was accounted for, leaving Ross with nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if they thought that would bother him, they were mistaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t say a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply turned on his heel, walked into the kitchen, and began cooking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like watching a master at work. Within minutes, the air was filled with the rich, mouthwatering scent of sizzling garlic, butter, and herbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came something sweet—fruit, maybe cinnamon—and then something savory and smoky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire house was pulled into that aroma against their will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the others sat down outside with their scrambled eggs and toast, their heads slowly turned back toward the source of that divine smell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seriously, what the hell is he making this time?\" one girl murmured, already regretting the dry toast in her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had the courage to ask. Not yet. They were too proud. Or too ashamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Ross plated his food and walked calmly to a small table by the edge of the garden patio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat down, his massive frame relaxed, a smirk playing at his lips as he set his breakfast in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like something off a gourmet magazine cover—colorful, neatly plated, steaming and fresh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up his fork, ready to take the first bite—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When suddenly, the chair opposite him scraped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross blinked once, surprised. Then a smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There she was.\u003C\u002Fp>",1196,"2026-06-09T06:18:59.061Z",1,"novelbin.me","7b5cd3bd49902d4428caa9a83b687227bbe20c9458003d7af389c87f67dfbb4b","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-721","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-719",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]