[{"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-762":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},1832411,2438,"Chapter 762: 762 Commercial","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-762",762,"\u003Cp>Chapter 762: Chapter 762 Commercial\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone gathered around the common area, jotting down the supplies they wanted to buy for the week—snacks, toiletries, comfort items, and maybe a few luxury treats if the budget allowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The list slowly filled up as voices called out suggestions, but the mood was far from cheerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a tension in the air that couldn’t be ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It clung to them like humidity before a storm, thick and suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversations were quieter. Smiles were tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every laugh seemed forced, a thin mask barely covering the anxiety underneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight was Nomination Night—and everyone knew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While most of the contestants stole uneasy glances at one another, wondering who would turn on whom, Ross remained perfectly calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back in his chair, relaxed, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scribbled down his requests—confidently, leisurely—as if this was just another day in paradise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the others, his mood hadn’t shifted one bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a flicker of doubt crossed his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Ross already knew how tonight would end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that made him the most dangerous person in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, a heavy silence blanketed the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dishes had barely been cleared when the atmosphere shifted, thick with unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was 8 o’clock—nomination night had officially begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew what was coming, and no one felt safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Contestants sat stiffly in the living room, each on edge, some nervously tapping their feet, others pretending to be calm while stealing glances at their housemates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tension was palpable, like a storm hanging in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone, that is, except Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lounged back in his seat with a quiet smirk, exuding the kind of confidence that either made you admire him or hate him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cuff that had once kept him attached to Tianna was finally gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt good—liberating, even. Not that he needed it anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already claimed Tianna, body and soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no longer a need for symbols of possession. The cuff had served its purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it was just an obstacle—one that stood between her and the wild, uninhibited nights he intended to give her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross stretched his arms behind his head, completely unfazed by the drama about to unfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, he welcomed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A minute past eight, the booming voice of the house boss echoed through every speaker in the house, sharp and commanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get ready, house contestants. Tonight marks your very first nomination night,” the voice announced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You will each vote for the person you believe is not suited—or does not belong—in my house.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hit like a slap. Whispers died. Breaths were held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have three votes to cast,” the house boss continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One worth three points, another worth two points, and the last one worth one point. Choose carefully. These votes will determine who faces next week’s eviction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some contestants looked around, suddenly unsure who their friends were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bonds forged over meals and shared chores began to feel fragile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every smile now seemed suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The three contestants who receive the highest number of points will be nominated for eviction,” the house boss declared. “Your names will be called at random.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause. Hearts raced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Joan, come into the boss room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joan froze. Her face went pale as she slowly stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, then walked stiffly toward the boss room door like a prisoner headed to trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared speak. All they could do was watch—and wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would be next?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more importantly… who would still be here at the end of the week?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross simply chuckled to himself. This was just the beginning—and he already knew how the game would play out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, the house contestants took their turn, disappearing into the boss room to cast their votes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere inside the house grew heavier with each passing minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of the door opening and closing echoed ominously, a reminder that alliances meant little when survival was on the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one spoke. They only exchanged glances—some nervous, some calculating, and a few filled with quiet resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the boss room, the votes flowed like confessions in a church booth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I give 3 points to Big D,” one contestant said, trying to sound firm. “I don’t like his attitude. He’s always arrogant, always trying to be the center of attention. It’s exhausting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another one followed. “I give 2 points to Jason. He farts a lot—like, a lot. And he does it on purpose when there are people around. It’s gross and disrespectful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A third voice: “I give 1 point to Lily. She hasn’t lifted a finger since day one. No dishes, no sweeping, nothing. We’re all tired of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others echoed similar sentiments, mixing petty grievances with strategic moves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some picked their targets based on personal annoyances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others simply saw an opportunity to eliminate competition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were even a few who voted for friends, just to keep the heat off themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After nearly an hour, the voting was complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The contestants returned to the living room, faces blank, trying to read each other without giving anything away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every smile looked fake now. Every friendly glance felt suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the house boss’s voice came on again—loud, slow, and heavy like a judge delivering a verdict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The votes have been counted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few contestants straightened up. Others visibly flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The three nominated house contestants are…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room went still. You could hear a pin drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big D, with 45 points.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A collective gasp swept the room. Big D’s face remained passive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His muscles fit not tense at all nor his jaw twitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared straight and smiled and no one could understand how he seemed to not care one bit about this bad result for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jason, with 30 points.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s eyes widened. “What the fuck?” he muttered under his breath. He looked around the room, betrayed. “I thought y’all liked me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lily, with 19 points.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily let out a small, stunned breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips trembled, and her hands gripped the edge of the couch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seriously? Nineteen points?” she whispered. “All because of some dishes?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1028,"2026-06-09T06:19:01.022Z",1,"novelbin.me","671a73a5488642f1aeee91c3e4a89a77ab72d2ea8e23a373a0fe0e6d990b19e4","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-763","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-761",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]