[{"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-799":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},1832448,2438,"Chapter 799 Recipe","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-799",799,"\u003Cp>That hit harder than Cara expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a long second, neither of them said anything. The lights from the set buzzed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crew, sensing something private unfolding, respectfully gave them distance, pretending to be busy but still listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cara slowly let out a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahhh...\" Her chest rose and fell as she tried to ground herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no denying it—something inside her hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet, biting sting that she couldn’t name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why does this feel personal? It’s just a scene. Just a dumb weekly task in a tv show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a kiss... right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she couldn’t deny the flutter of disappointment that Ross hadn’t chosen her for something more... human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to be seen as talented or desired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She only knew she hated feeling disposable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, despite everything, she still respected the way Ross handled it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold as it was, it was honest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at him again—really looked at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t mocking her. He wasn’t manipulating her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had simply laid the cards on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No pretense. No lies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe that’s why it hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cara straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gave herself a second to collect the storm inside, then looked at the director and gave a nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay. Let’s do this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words came out clean and clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross gave her a look—steady and unreadable—and nodded in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They both turned to their marks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights adjusted. The director gave instructions softly over the headset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft track began playing, one meant to underscore intimacy and quiet tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corey stood frozen on the sidelines, arms crossed tightly over his chest, jaw clenched so hard it trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The director raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quiet on set. Roll cameras.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that, the moment began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cara stood in front of Ross under the low light of the bedroom scene, trying to push aside the ache that lingered in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know if her trembling hands were from nerves or something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she did know this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t acting anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that made the scene far more real than it was ever meant to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you sure about this, Cara?\" Ross asked, his voice low, laced with concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t part of the script—this line was real, unscripted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes, half-hidden behind the sleek black mask, searched hers with something far softer than the confident, cocky energy he usually gave off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cara stood there, heart thudding in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lights weren’t too bright, but everything around her suddenly felt exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips parted slightly as she tried to remember the lines—simple, playful, teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s all this was supposed to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She drew in a slow breath. Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally, the words came back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sly smile curved her lips, a flicker of mischief briefly covering the storm brewing behind her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why?\" she said, her tone light. \"Is the famous playboy getting nervous in front of a pretty little woman like me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross smirked. But there was a flicker in his gaze—a brief spark of something deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course not,\" he murmured. \"I’m just letting you know one thing...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward—close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, the subtle scent of his cologne, a clean blend of citrus and smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once I start... I don’t remember the word stop anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment froze. Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross leaned in and kissed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Softly at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips pressed against hers with surprising gentleness, careful and controlled—as if testing the waters, making sure she had the space to pull away if she wanted to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Cara didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first second, she was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was it—her first kiss—and it felt nothing like what she had imagined. No fireworks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No slow-motion cinematic haze. Just pressure. Warmth. Tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes fluttered closed, and something shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nerves dissolved, replaced by an unfamiliar flutter low in her belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers twitched at her sides. Her breath hitched in her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if her entire body suddenly remembered something she never knew to begin with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmmmm...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft sound escaped her lips before she could stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross didn’t pull away. In fact, he deepened the kiss, just slightly. Not too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not aggressive. But with enough certainty to tell her that he wasn’t acting anymore either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand came up slowly, gently cupping her cheek, thumb brushing just beneath her eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t expect the jolt that came from that single touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It spread through her chest like a spark catching dry leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is this feeling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kiss grew warmer, slower, deeper—not in intensity, but in meaning. It wasn’t about lust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t even about the scene anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was about two people, standing under hot lights in front of a camera, falling into something that shouldn’t be happening but was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cara’s thoughts began to unravel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forgot the script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forgot the cameras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She forgot Corey—Corey, who was probably still watching from the shadows with fists clenched and heart shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind screamed at her to pull back, to remember her place, to treat this as just another scene. But her body betrayed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands moved—hesitant at first, then instinctively reaching up to Ross’s chest, fingers curling slightly into his shirt as if searching for balance, or maybe reassurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand moved to the small of her back, resting there protectively, pulling her just an inch closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kiss... it wasn’t planned. Not like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somewhere deep inside her—past the fear, the confusion, the tight ache building in her chest—Cara felt something bloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something dangerous. Something real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it ended as quickly as it began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross pulled away, not abruptly, but with care. As if he didn’t want to, but had to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes remained locked on hers. He was breathing slightly harder than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So was she.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence settled in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone on set was frozen. The camera kept rolling. No one dared to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the director. Not the crew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even Corey, whose fists were trembling at his sides off-stage, eyes wide in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>",1030,"2026-06-09T06:19:01.022Z",1,"novelbin.me","f4f0873534650c9be1967180ea5054674e728768b994e1cc2d2d6d8956df9151","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-800","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-798",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]