[{"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-772":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},1832421,2438,"Chapter 772 Glimpse","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-772",772,"\u003Cp>Steve’s eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit room—his room—but something felt wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to sit up and realized, with rising panic, that he couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick ropes bound his wrists and ankles to the bedposts, digging into his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell...?\" he rasped, twisting against the restraints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing at the foot of the bed was a massive figure—broad-shouldered, built like a tank—and wearing a grotesque demon mask with horns and a permanent, carved grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure just stood there, breathing slowly, watching him in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve’s blood ran cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Release me! Who the fuck are you?!\" he shouted, his voice raw with panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, from somewhere behind the mask, a voice rang out—deep, familiar, and laced with cruel amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, well... finally awake, are we?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That voice... he knew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it couldn’t be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... No way...\" he whispered, straining against the ropes even harder now, heart pounding in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The masked man took a slow step forward, tilting his head like a predator toying with its prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, I told you,\" the voice continued, chuckling. \"You don’t get to walk away that easily, Steve. Not after what you planned to do to Heaven.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve’s breath caught in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Big D! Fuck you! Go to hell!\" Steve shouted, thrashing against the ropes as rage boiled inside him the moment he heard Ross’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jerked his head around, eyes scanning the room, searching for him—but Ross was nowhere to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s when it hit him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice wasn’t coming from someone in the room—it was coming from a speaker, hidden somewhere nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course. Cameras. A sound system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross was watching. Listening. Toying with him from a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve’s eyes darted to the corner of the room where the hulking man in the demon mask stood silently, unmoving, arms folded over his chest like a statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a mountain of muscle, a living shadow—and he hadn’t said a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You and your damn masks!\" Steve barked, laughing hysterically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bunch of fucking jokers playing dress-up! Let me go, you freaks, or I swear to God I’ll have every one of you behind bars by morning!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spat on the floor and snarled. \"Don’t you know who I am? Don’t you know who my father is?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Ross’s voice crackled back through the speaker, colder than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, we know exactly who you are. And we don’t give a damn.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross continued, tone cruel and mocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You like fucking, don’t you, Steve? Cry like a baby when you don’t get what you want. Threaten people. Plot revenge. You even wanted to make Heaven pay... for choosing someone better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice paused, then dropped into something darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So I figured... why not give you a taste of your own medicine?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door creaked open behind the masked man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy footsteps echoed into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, towering figures stepped inside—each wearing identical demon masks, each built like a soldier or a bouncer pulled straight out of a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two. Four. Eight. A dozen. And still more came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve’s breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... no, no, no—what the hell is this?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are more than two dozen of them now,\" Ross said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And more on the way. You wanted someone to break, didn’t you? Someone to cry and beg? Congratulations.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve shook his head violently, yanking at the ropes with wild desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop this! STOP! You sick bastard!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the masked men didn’t speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They just closed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ross’s voice, still distant, still amused, echoed one final time:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Enjoy your lesson, Steve.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No! Stop! AHHHHH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve’s agonized screams tore through the stillness of the room, raw and desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cracked under the weight of relentless pain, echoing off the cold walls and mixing with the heavy breathing of the masked men who surrounded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bound tightly to the bed, he was utterly helpless—his body a captive to the merciless hands of those towering figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one moved with mechanical precision, their grip unyielding as they took turns asserting their dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve was no longer a man with threats and fury; he had become nothing more than a broken plaything, tossed between shadowed giants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His protests and curses turned into ragged gasps as every part of him was invaded—his pride shattered alongside his physical defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had once been a man filled with arrogance and control was now reduced to trembling sobs and choked cries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The humiliation burned deeper than any wound, stripping him bare not just physically, but spiritually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hours dragged on like an endless nightmare. There was no mercy, no respite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The masked men came and went like dark phantoms, their heavy footsteps fading only to return again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve lost track of time, lost track of himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that remained was a fading whisper of resistance buried beneath the waves of pain and degradation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between agonizing moments, his mind reeled with disbelief and horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How had he fallen so far? The man who once ruled with threats and cold calculation was now at the mercy of the very cruelty he’d planned for others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was thick with tension and shadows, the air heavy with silence broken only by Steve’s broken cries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the world went on oblivious. Inside, a slow unraveling had begun—a reckoning forged in pain and humiliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even as exhaustion threatened to drag him into unconsciousness, he knew the torment was far from over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was more to come. The parade of masked figures showed no sign of ending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nightmare was just beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This arena of doom stretched on without mercy for a full month—day after endless day of torment and degradation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each hour chipped away at Steve’s sanity, each moment eroding the fragile walls he had built around his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The relentless abuse broke him down piece by piece until there was nothing left of the proud, angry man who had walked into that room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts grew scattered and hollow; memories blurred and faded into a distant haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp edge of his fury dulled into numbness. Slowly, he ceased to be himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the month ended, Steve was no longer a man—he was a husk, an empty shell haunted by shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spirit, once fiery and fierce, had been reduced to a twisted, ugly reflection of what he used to be, barely recognizable even to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>",1086,"2026-06-09T06:19:01.022Z",1,"novelbin.me","c0527966d444cff19646a7fa3781c0c4843a31678d78895365449aa1d5f72c21","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-773","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-771",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]