[{"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-816":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},1832265,2438,"Chapter 816 Dinosaur","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-816",816,"\u003Cp>\"I feel like I’m cursed. Like my body betrayed me. I can’t even give my wife the one thing she truly wants. What kind of man does that make me, Ross?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, just like that, the weight broke him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mario began to cry—no longer holding it in, no longer pretending to be strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a quiet, noble shedding of tears. It was raw, broken sobbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind that made most people uncomfortable. It was messy. Ugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Painful to witness. But Ross didn’t flinch. He didn’t look away or make a face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just stood there, letting his friend fall apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s okay, Mario,\" Ross said calmly, placing a steady hand on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This too shall pass. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but you’ll get through this. You’re not alone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave Mario a light squeeze and tried to lift the mood with a bit of humor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Besides, you’ve got options. You two could adopt a baby. Hell, a dozen babies if you want. You’re rich as fuck. You could build a mansion just for toddlers and live like a king of chaos.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mario didn’t laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply shook his head, slowly, and looked up at Ross with tired, pained eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My wife, Ella... she doesn’t want to adopt,\" he said, his voice low and hollow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She wants her baby. Our baby. Something that comes from both of us. That’s all she’s ever dreamed of.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross frowned slightly, sensing where this might be going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mario took a shaky breath. \"And that brings me to you, Ross.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross narrowed his eyes a bit, not yet responding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want you to help me give her what she wants.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a long silence between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words lingered in the air like thunder before the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s expression didn’t change right away. He was too calm. Too still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re going to have to be a little more specific, Mario,\" Ross finally said, though he already had a pretty good idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mario swallowed hard. \"You’re the only one I trust. You’re strong, healthy, smart... and I know how much women want you. Hell, you’ve got thirty-something kids already, right? Fertility isn’t an issue for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross’s brows twitched slightly. \"Mario...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want you to be the donor. Or—or even more. If that’s what it takes.\" His eyes welled up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She doesn’t know I’m asking. I just... I just want to give her this gift. Even if it can’t come from me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross leaned back slightly, processing the request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t the first time someone had asked something outrageous of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this... this was personal. And he was of course happy to do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you love her that much?\" Ross asked, his voice quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With everything I am,\" Mario replied. \"Even if the child isn’t mine by blood... I’ll raise them as my own. I won’t hesitate. I just want her to be happy. To feel whole.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross stared at him for a long moment. Then he closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and said, \"This isn’t a decision to make lightly. For you. For her. Or for me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know,\" Mario said quickly. \"And I’ll owe you for the rest of my life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross looked at him again—this time with something unreadable in his expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not anger. Not judgment. Just... thoughtfulness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll consider it,\" Ross said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But only if you tell her. If she agrees, truly agrees... then we’ll talk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mario nodded slowly. \"Fair enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross stood up. \"Let me know what she says. And Mario?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross offered a small, wry smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next time you cry like that, at least give me a warning. I almost called for security.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mario let out a hoarse laugh through the remnants of his tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Deal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One week later, Ross received another call from Mario.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was quiet, almost strained, but steady enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They arranged to meet at Mario’s house again, and before hanging up, Mario confirmed what Ross had been waiting to hear—his wife, Ella, had agreed to the arrangement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross sat back in his seat, letting the weight of those words sink in. It was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The green light had been given.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered Ella from past team championship celebrations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d always stood out from the crowd—elegant, poised, and undeniably beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t the loud, attention-seeking type either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something refined about her, the way she carried herself, the way her eyes always seemed to observe more than she said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Ross noticed her, sure, but out of loyalty and respect for Mario, a man who had been nothing but solid on and off the court... had never entertained any inappropriate thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was off-limits. Untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But things were different now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mario, broken and desperate, had essentially offered her up. And she had said yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross wasn’t a man to force anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t chase women who weren’t interested, and he definitely didn’t involve himself with friends’ wives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this wasn’t some underhanded affair done in secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was consented, discussed, and agreed upon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, it was Mario who came to Ross, not the other way around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now that all barriers were down, Ross found his anticipation growing by the hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t stop picturing Ella—how she’d look when she opened the door, what she’d be wearing, how her expression might shift from nervousness to desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would she blush when she looked at him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would she hesitate, or would she be bold, already resigned to what was about to happen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross ran a hand through his hair, already imagining the sounds she’d make—the gasp when he touched her, the soft moans as her body gave in to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could almost feel the heat of her skin, the way her lips would part as he claimed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would surrender herself fully, not because she was being forced, but because deep down, a part of her wanted this too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ross? He had no plans to disappoint. If he was going to do this, he’d do it right.\u003C\u002Fp>",1009,"2026-06-09T06:19:01.620Z",1,"novelbin.me","94ae5620fc1289adc266ff617704b73c4c59245042e110835a3f6aad4a927979","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-817","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-815",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]