[{"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-936":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},1832235,2438,"Chapter 936 Scroll","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-936",936,"\u003Cp>The crumpled note, lying innocuously among the other scraps, seemed to call to Nina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curiosity gnawed at her, and with it, an undeniable, fluttering desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could feel her pulse thundering in her chest, her body reacting despite every warning she tried to give herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her lip, hesitated, and looked around to make sure no one was watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten breaths passed as she wrestled with herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each inhale felt heavier, charged with tension, while every exhale seemed to pull her closer to temptation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should she leave it? Should she ignore it like a responsible, rational girl?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or should she give in to the curiosity—and something darker, more forbidden—that Ross had awakened in her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, heart pounding, she reached into the trash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers brushed against the crumpled paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled it out, smoothing it in her hands, and felt a thrill of illicit excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully, she folded it again and slipped it into her pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pressed against her thigh, a secret warmth that made her cheeks hot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she walked out of the washroom, her steps slow and measured, Nina could feel the weight of the note like a pulse against her leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts: desire, fear, guilt, curiosity, and the unspoken knowledge that Carrie had no idea what Ross had done—or what kind of effect he could have on another girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to scold herself, to tell herself it was wrong, that she shouldn’t even think about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But deep down, she knew she couldn’t stop thinking about him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The encounter had changed something in her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross had planted not just a note, but an idea—a possibility—and Nina, whether she wanted to admit it or not, was already tangled in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With every step away from the washroom, she felt both guilty and exhilarated, knowing that her quiet rebellion—the small act of keeping the number—was the first thread of a dangerous game she wasn’t sure she wanted to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The game resumed, but Zack’s team never found their footing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The momentum had shifted against them, and no matter how hard he pushed himself, his passes were sloppy, his reactions a second too slow, and his shots lacked precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final whistle blew with the scoreboard glaring 25–15, sealing their defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zack stood on the court, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temples, but his mind was far from the game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He barely even heard the groans of his teammates or the disappointed shake of his coach’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts kept drifting, unbidden, to the stands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, in full view of everyone, Carrie sat with her boyfriend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t trying to hide, not even a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She laughed freely, her face glowing, her hand brushing against his arm with casual intimacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned close to whisper something in her ear, and she swatted him playfully, her smile brighter than Zack had ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd might as well have disappeared—Carrie only had eyes for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each moment was like a knife to Zack’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched his jaw, his fists tightening at his sides, furious at the scene, furious at himself for being unable to block it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did it still matter this much? Why couldn’t he look away?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t his—she hadn’t been for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, the sight of Carrie being so sweet, so unguarded, with another man tore at him more than he wanted to admit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He told himself he didn’t care. He told himself he was above this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the more he repeated the lie, the louder the truth screamed in his head: Carrie had moved on, and he was still standing in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Zack didn’t realize, however, was that this loss was only the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today hadn’t just taken the game from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already losing more than he could see—something far greater than Carrie, someone who had stood by his side far more important than she ever had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before long, Zack would discover that the person he had taken for granted, the one truly important to him, was slipping away too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he did, it would hurt far worse than losing a game... or Carrie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nina came home bothered, her chest tight with a pressure she couldn’t explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shut the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, her breath shaky, her body heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how hard she tried to shake the memory away, the images from the washroom came rushing back in vivid flashes—the sounds, the movements, the sheer rawness of it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stripped off her clothes piece by piece, leaving them scattered across the floor, and walked straight into the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shower roared to life, steam curling around her as she stepped in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hot water streamed down her bare skin, but instead of cooling her thoughts, it fueled them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each drop reminded her of Ross’s sweat, of Carrie’s flushed face, of the obscene size of him glistening under the dim light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nina pressed her palms against the tiles, bowing her head as the memories spiraled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She told herself to stop, to think of anything else, but the harder she fought, the clearer everything became.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrie’s moans echoed in her ears. The way Ross had looked toward her—right at her—sent a shiver racing down her spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour passed before she finally stepped out, her legs shaky, her body unsatisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dried herself, slipped into a loose shirt and shorts, and crawled onto her bed, hoping exhaustion would finally give her some peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But peace never came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, her mind betrayed her again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw Carrie bent over, gripping the stall wall, her voice breaking with pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw Ross behind her, merciless, unrelenting, his cock so impossibly huge it barely seemed real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worst of all, she saw herself—not as a bystander—but as the one in Carrie’s place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nina whimpered, covering her face with one hand as the other slid south, almost against her will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers found her clit, slick already, and a moan slipped past her lips before she could stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>",1017,"2026-06-09T06:19:02.326Z",1,"novelbin.me","6b139d24dc491d010d62984eb4aa03d0d74c8c09fc80a2a65dfc408c372493d6","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-937","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-935",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]