Evil MC's NTR Harem

Heaven could not recover long from that ordeal.

When she did, she quickly grabbed her plate, cheeks flushed, and sat down beside him.

She didn't reply—not because she was embarrassed, but because the moment she took her first bite, her entire world narrowed again to flavor and warmth.

Just like always, the food was worth it.

And somehow, she knew this wouldn't be the last time Ross made her trade affection for a taste of heaven.

Lunch came, then dinner, and just like the previous day, Heaven found herself sitting with Ross again.

She didn't plan it—it just happened.

He always made extra, always left a seat open for her, and somehow, her legs always took her there without a second thought.

The others noticed, of course. Whispers floated through the house like fog.

Some disapproved, others watched with curious amusement, but no one said anything outright. Not yet.

Their conversation during meals had become casual, almost comfortable. A strange kind of ease had settled between them—though it was always tinged with something unspoken. A spark she didn't want to name.

"So," Ross said lazily, propping an elbow on the table and looking at her sideways, "you've got a boyfriend outside, huh?"

Heaven paused mid-bite, her fork hovering in the air.

"…Yeah," she said eventually, cautious.

Ross chuckled. "Hehehe. I wonder what your boyfriend thinks about you now, Heaven. Sitting here with me every meal… melting in my arms the other morning." His voice dropped into a teasing purr. "You've already been marked."

She narrowed her eyes, trying to hide the way her cheeks flushed. "Keep dreaming. It was just a kiss," she replied, sharp enough to sound defensive—but not strong enough to convince either of them.

"Just a kiss?" Ross repeated softly, leaning closer. "Then I guess it won't matter if I do this…"

Before she could process the words, Ross reached over and pulled her toward him with a smooth, fluid motion.

"Big D—!" Heaven gasped, stunned, but he was already closing the distance.

They were in the living room now, nestled on one of the plush sofas, where several housemates lounged around chatting or scrolling through their phones.

The TV was on, playing some mindless reality show in the background. But in that instant, all sound seemed to fade.

Ross kissed her again.

It wasn't gentle or tentative. It was bold, claiming, and unapologetically public.

His hand cradled the back of her head, the other gripping her waist, drawing her in as though the room was empty and the world had narrowed to just the two of them.

Gasps rang out around them. A glass clinked sharply onto a table.

Several heads snapped toward them. Someone dropped their phone.

The murmurs began immediately.

"Are they seriously making out right now?"

"Didn't she say she had a boyfriend?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Big D doesn't give a damn…"

Heaven heard every word—but her body wouldn't move.

Her eyes were wide, her heart thundering in her chest like it wanted to escape.

Her hands rested against his chest, trembling. She told herself to push him away.

To stop this. To say something.

But the warmth of his lips, the pressure of his touch, the confidence in his actions—it made her head spin.

And worst of all… she didn't hate it.

She should have. But she didn't.

Ross pulled back slightly, enough to breathe, his forehead brushing against hers.

His voice was low, meant only for her.

"Still think it was just a kiss?" he whispered, breath warm against her lips.

Heaven stared at him, her face flushed, her mind blank.

Her entire body buzzed with sensation—embarrassment, confusion, and a dangerous hint of excitement.

Her lips still tingled, her thighs pressed tightly together, and she couldn't find the strength to look at the others.

Ross smirked, clearly pleased with himself.

He leaned back against the couch, completely relaxed, as if he hadn't just thrown a metaphorical grenade into the social structure of the house.

Across the room, the housemates were still staring. Some were wide-eyed.

Some were whispering. A few exchanged looks that promised future drama.

Heaven took a shaky breath and sat back, trying to compose herself, trying not to touch her lips.

Her boyfriend's face flashed in her mind—but it felt distant. Faded.

Like a picture from another life.

Everything had changed.

And Ross knew it.

"Hey, get a room, you two!" someone shouted across the living room, half amused, half scandalized.

Laughter followed, but it barely registered to Heaven.

Ross didn't even flinch. If anything, his grin grew wider, as if he'd been waiting for someone to say that all along.

"Thanks for the idea! Maybe we will!" he shouted back, then reached down and grabbed Heaven's wrist.

"Wha—D?" she stammered, still breathless, her body caught between resistance and confusion.

But Ross didn't give her time to think.

His grip was gentle, but firm, guiding her through the hallway with purposeful strides.

Heads turned as they passed. Some housemates snickered.

A few stared in disbelief.

The air buzzed with the unspoken tension their kiss had left behind.

The door to the boys' room opened—and then shut with a quiet finality.

Heaven stumbled a little as he nudged her toward the bed, and she landed on the edge of the mattress, her hair falling slightly in front of her face.

When she looked up, Ross was already pulling off his shirt.

Her breath caught in her throat.

His bare torso came into view, big, muscular, and defined, every muscle moving with casual confidence.

He tossed the shirt aside, then unbuttoned his pants and slid them off with the same ease.

There was no hesitation in him, no self-consciousness—only that signature, maddening calm.

She sat frozen, her pulse hammering in her ears, eyes wide as he crawled onto the bed beside her.

Without a word, he pulled the thick comforter over both of them, sealing them off from the ever-present gaze of the cameras scattered across the room.