Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 753 Table

Tianna’s mind raced. What just happened? Why didn’t he…?

She looked down at her body—still trembling, still slick with arousal—and then at the towel he left behind for her.

She felt dizzy. Confused. Almost… rejected.

Did he not want her the same way she wanted him? Did he intentionally stop?

Or was he just… being respectful?

But why now?

Why stop after pushing her so close to the edge—after giving her that kind of release?

A thousand thoughts swirled in her head, but none brought her clarity.

Only one thing became certain:

That wasn’t the ending she’d expected.

And for the first time in a long time, Tianna found herself questioning what Ross truly wanted… and whether her body was the only thing he was after.l

Tianna wanted to ask him. The words were on the tip of her tongue—so simple, so obvious.

Why did you stop? What am I to you? Was that just a game?

But as soon as her lips parted, she caught her reflection in the fogged mirror and froze.

Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes too vulnerable.

The courage crumbled before it could fully form.

She couldn’t bring herself to ask. She was too shy. Too unsure.

And somewhere deep inside, she feared the answer might hurt more than silence.

So, she stayed quiet.

She went through the motions of washing, her hands moving on instinct alone.

The scent of soap, the warmth of water—none of it registered fully.

Her mind was a tangle of emotion: confusion, disappointment, anticipation.

It should’ve been a moment of triumph. She had shared something real with Ross.

Intimate. Electric.

And yet, the lingering ache between her legs was nothing compared to the ache inside her heart.

By the time they stepped out of the washroom, a full half-hour had passed.

The hallway air felt cool against her skin, prickling her damp arms and legs as she adjusted her towel and followed Ross silently.

She kept her head slightly down, unsure if she wanted to meet anyone’s gaze.

But she didn’t need to look up to know—they were being watched.

All eyes were on them the moment they returned.

It was the same as the night before… only different.

There was a buzz in the air. An energy.

As if everyone could feel the tension between them, could see the unspoken story written across Tianna’s flushed cheeks and Ross’s casual smirk.

“Is it just me,” one of the contestants murmured under his breath, nudging his friend, “or is Tianna getting even more beautiful?”

“Nope, it’s not just you,” came the whispered reply.

“There’s something different about her. Like… damn. She’s glowing.”

A few of the guys chuckled lowly, hiding their expressions behind their drinks or pretending to be focused on something else.

“Guess getting attention like that from Big D will do that to you…”

The hushed voices rippled quietly among the male contestants.

They tried to keep it subtle, but their glances were too frequent, too lingering.

Some of them shifted uncomfortably in their seats, stealing quick looks at the way Tianna walked, the way her hair clung to her neck, the soft rise and fall of her chest under the towel still loosely wrapped around her.

Even the ones who had never paid her much attention before now found their eyes glued to her every move.

A few swallowed thickly, their imaginations running wild.

Ross might’ve been the one who took her into the washroom, but they were all feeling the aftermath.

Tianna could feel it too.

She felt their stares on her skin like static. Like invisible hands brushing against her thighs, her waist, her collarbone.

Her body, still sensitive from earlier, trembled faintly—not from cold, but from the weight of that collective attention.

It wasn’t just lust. It was envy. Curiosity. Hunger.

And it terrified her… but it also thrilled her, in a way she wasn’t ready to admit.

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror near the hallway—wet hair cascading over one shoulder, lips slightly parted, skin still flushed and glowing.

She barely recognized the girl looking back. This wasn’t the nervous, quiet Tianna from before.

This was someone new. Someone bolder.

Someone who had tasted something forbidden and hadn’t quite come down from it yet.

Ross didn’t say much.

He merely walked beside her with that same confident, unreadable expression.

As if what had happened meant nothing… or meant everything.

Tianna couldn’t tell.

And as they returned to the common room, the questions still burned in her mind.

Why did he stop?

What does he see in me?

Was I just another conquest… or something more?

No one dared to ask her anything outright, but the questions were in their eyes.

Everyone had seen them go in.

Everyone had seen them come out. And now everyone was wondering:

What exactly had happened behind that door?

And why did Tianna look like she was falling… deeper and deeper into something she didn’t quite understand?

***

Night fell gently across the house, blanketing everything in a calm, golden hush.

The earlier chaos and flirtations gave way to warmth, laughter, and the shared comfort of good food.

Once again, Ross had taken over the kitchen, and the results were nothing short of divine.

Tianna could barely stop herself from smiling as she tasted every bite.

The flavors melted on her tongue, and she found herself eating more than she usually did.

Ross was a natural entertainer—not just with his cooking, but with his presence.

He spoke effortlessly, charming everyone at the table with his stories, clever jokes, and flirtatious remarks.

Heaven matched him stride for stride, tossing in teasing comments of her own and drawing laughter from the entire group.

Tianna sat quietly at first, letting the energy of the room wash over her.

But soon enough, she found herself drawn into the rhythm of it—laughing at Ross’s quips, joining in when Heaven nudged her playfully, and feeling a warm flutter in her chest every time Ross glanced in her direction.