[{"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-779":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},1832428,2438,"Chapter 779 Suitcase","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-779",779,"\u003Cp>By evening, the lights dimmed, the music thumped, and the scent of alcohol filled the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another party was in full swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drinks were passed around, laughter echoed from room to room, and the stress of the week dissolved in a wave of unrestrained energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mood was electric—hands wandered, lips met, and boundaries blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross stood near the edge of the room, glass in hand, surrounded by his women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They clung to him, giggling, glowing with pride and pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their dresses were tight and low, showing off the curves he’d memorized in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They whispered in his ear, touched his chest, and kissed his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled, giving them just enough attention to keep them close—but his eyes were scanning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Ross wasn’t done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the middle of the party, even as bodies danced and the music pulsed like a heartbeat, he was stalking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched the others with the calm precision of a hunter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every smile, every shy glance cast in his direction, every flick of a wrist or bite of a lip—it didn’t go unnoticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was calculating who would fall next. Who would want to taste what his women already had. Who would be the next to melt under his touch and beg for more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they were already watching him too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few girls near the bar kept sneaking glances his way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One even dropped her gaze and blushed when their eyes met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another leaned closer to her friend and whispered something, both of them laughing softly—but the second girl’s gaze lingered on Ross’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw all of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The party raged on around him, wild and carefree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross stood at the center like a king surveying his domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bed had barely cooled from the last round of passion... and already, new prey was falling into his web.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for Ross, there was always another game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he always played to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross began moving across the crowded room with that same effortless confidence that made people either admire him or envy him—or both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His women watched him go with knowing smiles, already familiar with the hunt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The music thumped in the background, bodies danced, drinks clinked, but all of it seemed to slow down as people noticed where Ross was heading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn! Big D really moves fast,\" one of the guys muttered under his breath, nudging his friend as they both turned to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yup, looks like he’s got his eyes on someone new again. Doesn’t he realize eviction’s tomorrow night?\" another whispered, keeping his voice low but his gaze locked on Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That guy’s pushing his luck too far. One of these days it’ll blow up in his face,\" a third added, sipping his drink but unable to tear his eyes away from the unfolding scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t wrong. Ross had already stirred up the house with his conquests, his dominance, and the way he carried himself like he owned every room he walked into.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, he was aiming higher—a woman who had, so far, remained untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was one of the five most beautiful women in the house, no question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unlike the others, she kept her guard up. She didn’t flirt. She didn’t gossip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t play games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was seated alone on one end of the party lounge, legs crossed gracefully, wearing a sleek dark red dress that hugged her curves without begging for attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her long hair was tied up loosely, strands falling over one shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression was calm, unreadable—her eyes scanning the room as if everyone else were playing a game she had no interest in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross, of course, found that irresistible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He approached her without hesitation, cutting through the loose crowd like a knife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People stepped aside instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The music pulsed, lights flickered, but the focus shifted entirely onto the two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He came to a stop in front of her, holding a glass of red wine in one hand, and a charming, slightly mocking grin on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re drinking Coke?\" he said, raising an eyebrow. \"What are you, a baby?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without missing a beat, the woman looked up at him—calm, cool, and unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes flicked to the wine, then back to Ross’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She accepted the glass with a delicate hand but didn’t raise it to her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks,\" she said evenly, \"but no thanks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She set the glass down on the side table beside her untouched, her fingers still wrapped around her soda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t drink,\" she continued. \"And if not drinking alcohol makes me a baby... then I guess I’m the most mature baby in this entire house.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was smooth, her voice soft but edged with steel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t raise her voice or get defensive—she simply pushed back with cool, quiet confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around them, a few people overheard and exchanged looks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some chuckled under their breath. Others waited to see what Ross would do. No one dared interrupt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s grin widened, not offended in the slightest. In fact, her response only intrigued him more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know,\" he said, easing himself down to sit beside her, \"most people in this house either giggle when I speak to them or melt on the spot. You’re not like most people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave him a side glance, unbothered. \"Is that your line for every woman who doesn’t jump into your bed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a low chuckle. \"No. You’d be surprised how rarely I get told no.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not surprised,\" she replied. \"You walk around like you’re collecting trophies.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross tilted his head, amused. \"And what would that make you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to him fully now, her gaze sharp and unflinching. \"A mirror. One you don’t want to look too long into.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, the tension thickened. Even the music seemed to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross leaned back slightly, swirling his wine. \"You’re good,\" he said. \"I like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not here to be liked,\" she replied. \"Especially not by someone who treats women like a hobby.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1001,"2026-06-09T06:19:01.022Z",1,"novelbin.me","e87354d72fba19b920b2265efa077b97a0ed69f4a34a38e94efa633ff82aacde","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-780","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-778",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]