Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 788: Chapter 788 Science

Chosen to give herself wholly, without hesitation. And she would do it again.

With her heart beating faster, Joan took a step forward, then another.

Her smile grew, warm and unshaken.

”D!” she called out, her voice full of sunshine and certainty.

Ross looked up from his conversation and spotted her instantly.

A smile pulled at the corner of his lips—casual, proud, possessive.

He didn’t need to say anything. His eyes said it all.

Joan was welcome here.

One of the women at his side glanced over her shoulder at Joan and raised a glass slightly in greeting.

Another gave a soft nod, almost like quiet acceptance.

There was no hostility, no territorial tension—just a quiet acknowledgment of what Joan now was: one of his.

Joan’s smile widened, her steps lighter as she made her way toward them.

Whatever anyone else in the house thought—whatever rumors they wanted to spin—none of it mattered anymore.

She had stepped into the fire and emerged changed.

And now, she was exactly where she wanted to be.

”Hey, girls,” Joan said softly as she stepped up to the table where Ross’s women lounged, their laughter still lingering in the air like music.

They all turned to look at her.

For a moment, there was silence—curious, slightly guarded—but then Heaven gave her a nod, Tianna patted the seat next to her, and Lily offered a faint but knowing smile.

Joan exhaled in relief. She sat down, feeling both nervous and strangely excited.

It was the first time they were truly speaking to her—not as competition, not as strangers, but as part of the same world. Part of Ross’s world.

As they ate and chatted, the conversation eventually shifted to last night.

Joan didn’t shy away.

In fact, she shared openly—every thought, every feeling, and what it had meant to give herself completely to Ross.

”I’ve always known I was different,” Joan began, her voice soft but steady.

”I never felt like I wanted to lead or be the one in control. I wanted to serve... to belong to someone. To be owned.”

The other girls listened closely.

”I’m a submissive,” she said clearly. ”Now, my body and life exist for D’s pleasure. Whatever he commands, I’ll obey. No hesitation.”

There was a beat of silence.

”So... you’re a sub?” Heaven blinked, trying to process it. ”I thought that kind of thing only existed in books and movies.”

Joan laughed gently. ”Most people think that. But it’s real. For some of us, it’s not a fantasy—it’s who we are.”

She looked at Ross, who was watching her now with interest—and something deeper, something possessive in his gaze.

”I’m his. Completely.”

Ross stood, walked over without a word, and cupped Joan’s face in his hands.

His lips crashed onto hers with raw intensity. It wasn’t a gentle kiss—it was claiming.

And Joan surrendered to it, melting under his touch as the others watched with a mixture of admiration and heat in their eyes.

When he pulled away, he smirked. ”That’s a good slave,” he said, voice low and rich.

Joan’s face glowed with pride, her cheeks flushed, and her breath unsteady.

Tianna looked at her for a moment, then turned to Ross. ”I guess I’m your slave too, D. You already own my heart. My body’s just catching up.”

Ross raised an eyebrow, clearly amused—and pleased.

Lily leaned in next, her voice soft.

”Me too. I never said it before, but... I’ve never felt safer or more wanted than I do with you. If being yours means giving everything... I’m ready.”

Heaven hesitated for a beat, then nodded as well. ”I used to think I had to be strong all the time. But maybe strength is also about knowing who you want to surrender to. You already know how far I’ll go for you, D.”

Joan looked around at the women—once so distant, now united.

Each of them different, each bound by their own reasons... but all of them choosing Ross.

Ross stood tall at the head of the table, arms crossed, a satisfied glint in his eyes.

His gaze moved from one woman to the next, resting on each with a kind of hungry affection, as if mentally reminding himself that each of them was his—willingly, fully.

”My girls,” he said, his voice like velvet laced with fire. ”Loyal. Beautiful. Mine.”

They smiled at him—some with bashful blushes, some with fiery pride, but all with unmistakable belonging.

And Joan? She knew in that moment she wasn’t just accepted—she was cherished.

No longer alone. No longer uncertain.

Now, she was part of something bigger. Something raw. Something beautiful.

And she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

***

The hours slipped by, and soon the tension in the house became palpable.

It was finally time for the first eviction night of the season—a night that would change the dynamic of the game forever.

For the first time, one of the three nominated contestants would be forced to pack up and leave, their journey cut short before it could truly begin.

All the housemates dressed in their best, the usual casual wear replaced with elegant dresses, crisp shirts, and styled hair.

The main hall was lit dramatically, cameras stationed at every angle to capture every glance, every reaction, every flicker of emotion.

It was the kind of night that could make or break a contestant’s image.

Among the nominated were Ross, Lily, and Jason.

Lily, draped in a silky emerald dress that shimmered under the lights, sat at the edge of the couch, her hands nervously clasped together.

Despite her natural beauty and charm, she couldn’t hide her unease.

Her eyes darted toward the others, searching for reassurance she couldn’t find.

Jason stood near the back of the room, pacing slightly, pretending to stretch but clearly battling nerves.

His usual bravado had faded into silence, his jaw tight and his brow furrowed.

For someone who had walked into the house with big plans, this early threat of elimination felt like a personal failure.