[{"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-800":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},1832449,2438,"Chapter 800 Pony","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-800",800,"\u003Cp>Cara’s lips still tingled. Her heart felt like it had lost all rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second, no one knew what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With steady hands, he gently but decisively guided Cara toward the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stumbled slightly on the soft carpet but didn’t resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her back met the mattress with a soft thud, and she found herself lying flat, the weight of anticipation settling deep in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross moved with deliberate slowness, peeling off his shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dim set lights revealed a broad, sculpted chest, every muscle defined beneath his smooth skin. Cara’s breath hitched involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight of him like this—vulnerable yet powerful—made her pulse quicken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could lose herself in the moment, Ross lowered his massive frame over her, his body warming hers instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His weight was firm but careful, as if he wanted to hold her without overwhelming her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cara’s summer dress was light and flowing, the kind that caught every hint of a breeze, but it did little to hide the softness beneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s hands moved to her sides, feeling the delicate curves of her waist and the gentle rise of her chest pressed against his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breasts were crushed tenderly against him, warmth radiating between them, their rhythm syncing in the quiet stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips found hers again, this kiss deeper and more demanding than before—slow and insistent, leaving no room for hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly, Cara’s eyes shot open, a startled gasp escaping her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmmmph!\" she breathed sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt something unexpected—something long, thick, and unmistakably hard—pressed firmly against her lower abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even through the thin fabric of his swimming shorts, the presence was undeniable, impossible to ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart hammered wildly as a rush of heat flooded her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unmistakable outline of Ross’s arousal pressed against her most sensitive area, teasing and tantalizing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warmth sent a thrilling shiver coursing through her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cara’s mind spun. This was new. Scary. Exciting. Confusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands twitched at her sides, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could feel the strength of his body above her—the solid heat of his chest, the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath mingled with hers in the close space between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her skin tingled with anticipation, every nerve alive and buzzing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, amid the rush of sensation, a whisper of doubt flickered through her thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this really happening?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Am I ready for this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What happens after?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s lips brushed hers once more, softer this time, as if sensing her hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low, almost a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you alright?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cara’s breath hitched again. She nodded, even though uncertainty still lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes searched his, looking for reassurance, for patience, for some sign that he would wait for her—wait for her to choose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room seemed to hold its breath alongside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cara said nothing, only nodded softly in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That subtle, almost silent signal was all Ross needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned in slowly, his lips brushing against hers with a tenderness that made her heart skip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kiss began gentle—slow and deliberate—as if he wanted to memorize the feel of her lips, the way they softened beneath his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, almost imperceptibly at first, the kiss deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s lips parted, and their breaths mingled as the pressure between them grew stronger, more urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their mouths moved in a heated dance, exchanging soft sighs and gentle sighs, a rush of warmth flooding Cara’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exchange of saliva added a layer of raw, undeniable intensity that made the moment electric, sending waves of shivers down her spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in this whirlwind of sensation, Ross’s hands remained respectful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They found their way to the sides of Cara’s waist first, then slowly, carefully, they moved upward to her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers brushed over the soft fabric of her summer dress, gently fondling her breasts without crossing any lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clear he was committed to the scene’s romantic tone—nothing explicit, nothing rushed. Just the simmering chemistry that made hearts race.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As their kiss continued, Ross’s hand reached for a nearby blanket and drew it over them, cocooning their bodies beneath its soft warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fabric muffled any subtle sounds, making their connection feel private and intimate, even as cameras continued to roll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the next two minutes, time seemed to slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They kissed like it was the only thing that mattered—the outside world fading away, replaced by the quiet hum of shared breaths and racing pulses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their lips moved with a fluidity that spoke of growing trust, their bodies pressing closer under the blanket, warmth radiating between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Ross broke the kiss gently, resting his forehead against Cara’s as he gazed into her eyes with a softness that took her breath away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low, steady, and full of something deeper than the script required.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you ready?\" he asked, searching her face for the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cara’s heart pounded loudly in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question hung between them—heavy with promise, with uncertainty, with the weight of what might come next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took a deep breath, feeling the heat from his body against hers, and for a moment, the entire world fell away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes. Please... be gentle,\" Cara whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation, nervousness, and something deeper she didn’t quite understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross met her gaze, a flicker of tenderness softening the usually confident glint in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without breaking eye contact, he slowly adjusted his position and began to move—his thrusts deliberate and measured at first, as if testing the boundaries between performance and something more real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhhhhh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A breathy moan slipped from Cara’s lips, unexpected and real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face flushed deeply, beads of sweat forming at her hairline, glistening under the soft studio lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The exertion, the tension—it all felt so vivid, so immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart hammered in her chest, and every nerve in her body seemed alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their movements became a fluid rhythm, almost hypnotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were acting, yes—she wore her panties, and Ross still had on his boxers and swimming shorts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the physical closeness, the warmth of his body pressing against hers, the steady pressure of his hardness against her covered pink cunt—it all felt real.\u003C\u002Fp>",1040,"2026-06-09T06:19:01.022Z",1,"novelbin.me","a7a476498ca2fc3b406a7d1869120b24c08fa92cf18ae45ae073e3beefee7421","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-1201","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-799",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]