[{"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-892":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},1832391,2438,"Chapter 892 Chair","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-892",892,"\u003Cp>Their combined charm was overwhelming, and under the haze of alcohol, Sarah’s resistance crumbled piece by piece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She told herself she wouldn’t actually go through with it, that she would just pretend, but deep inside she knew she was being cornered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Refusing once was brave; refusing three of them, again and again, would make her look stubborn and ungrateful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, after half an hour of playful pressure disguised as sisterly encouragement, Sarah’s lips curved into a weak, resigned smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She set her glass down, feeling her pulse hammering in her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fine... just once. Then we drop it,\" she murmured, her voice barely audible over the music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three managers exchanged knowing glances and victorious smiles, as though they had won a game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They straightened her clothes, adjusted her hair, and whispered last-minute encouragements into her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so it was that thirty minutes later, Sarah stood up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her legs were unsteady from both nerves and drink, but she forced herself forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room seemed to quiet as she walked, or perhaps it was only in her imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every step toward Ross’s table felt heavier than the last, as though her shoes had been filled with lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross sat at the center of attention, surrounded by executives and sycophants, laughter booming around him as glasses clinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked relaxed, powerful, untouchable—a king at his throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, Sarah was being pushed forward to play the role of entertainment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart pounded, her palms sweated, and yet she forced herself to keep going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes seemed to follow her, curious, expectant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when Ross finally turned his head and saw her approach, his smile froze—just slightly—before his eyes narrowed with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sarah didn’t hesitate—she wanted to get this over with quickly before she lost her nerve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The place was pulsing with heavy bass, lights flashing across the packed dance floor, and the smell of alcohol and perfume thick in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pushing past swaying bodies, she made her way toward Ross.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she finally reached him, she leaned in close, her lips almost brushing against his ear as she spoke, her voice firm but urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, do you have a minute? I’ve got something important to tell you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross turned, his sharp eyes catching hers even in the dim lighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression softened with a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sure. Come with me, Sarah. And don’t call me boss—call me Ross.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, boss.\" Sarah answered automatically, then gave a small, teasing smile, almost apologetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an open secret that Ross had long wanted everyone to call him by his given name, but over the years not a single person had followed his request.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Out of respect—or perhaps reverence—they all insisted on calling him boss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had earned the title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With dozens of wives and influence that stretched across continents, Ross had more power than anyone she knew, yet what truly set him apart was his work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His philanthropy, his vision, and the sheer scope of what he had achieved went beyond anything history had ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To many, he wasn’t just a leader—he was a living legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross gave her a knowing look but said nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He placed a guiding hand at the small of her back and began leading her through the press of bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever he walked, the crowd seemed to part naturally, as if his presence alone demanded space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sarah followed close behind, her pulse quickening with every step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They left the thundering music behind, slipping into a quieter hallway lined with offices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence felt almost jarring after the chaos of the club floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross pushed open a door to one of the empty rooms and held it for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped inside, nerves bubbling in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The office was dimly lit, with a sleek desk, leather chairs, and the faint scent of cigars lingering in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closing the door behind them, Ross leaned casually against the desk, his arms crossed, his gaze steady on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, Sarah,\" he said, his voice lower now, stripped of the noise and distractions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re alone. What’s so important that you had to fight through all that noise just to tell me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sarah swallowed, suddenly aware of how close they were, how intense his eyes looked when nothing else competed for her attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers twisted nervously, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. This was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Sarah could have leaned in and stolen the kiss—just to follow through with the challenge—the thought alone made her heart pound with guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temptation was there, yes, but the truth was stronger: she was a happily married woman, and she wasn’t about to betray her vows, not even for a harmless dare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she took a deep breath, steadied her nerves, and decided to come clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sorry, boss,\" she confessed, her voice dropping low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The managers gave me a challenge to kiss you. I...\" Her lips trembled slightly as the words faltered. She couldn’t bring herself to finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross leaned back, his expression calm and unreadable, yet his eyes revealed the faintest spark of amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up where she had left off, his tone smooth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I see. That’s fine then. Let’s just stay here for a couple of minutes. When you go back, you can tell them you did it. That should be enough to keep them satisfied.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crossed the room with the ease of someone who owned every place he walked into.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sliding into the chair behind the desk, he pulled out his phone and began idly scrolling, his demeanor casual, as though none of this mattered to him in the slightest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sarah lingered by the door for a moment, unsure whether to stay or excuse herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ross’s composure had a gravity of its own, pulling her in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked across the room and took a seat in one of the leather chairs opposite him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her back was straight, her hands clasped neatly together on her lap, but her eyes refused to behave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They kept drifting toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>",1005,"2026-06-09T06:19:01.898Z",1,"novelbin.me","05efc821961dde99e06e95ee67bd60cacfafb7b45ba8690215679ed028c96573","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-893","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-891",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]