Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 934: Chapter 934 History

Nina’s knees trembled so violently she had to grip the wall for support.

“It’s… it’s so fucking big!” she whispered, her voice trembling, almost disbelieving herself.

Fifteen inches long, thick and wide in a way that seemed physically impossible, now covered in Carrie’s slick, glistening juices—it was a sight that would haunt her forever.

Her mind raced.

She had heard rumors, whispers, exaggerations about me with big cocks, but seeing it in person… it was another level entirely.

It wasn’t just the size; it was the power it implied, the dominance, the way Carrie had surrendered completely to it.

And then he noticed her.

Ross’s head tilted slightly in her direction, and he smiled—a slow, knowing smile that made Nina’s blood run cold.

It was confident, teasing, and undeniably aware of the effect he had on anyone who looked at him.

For a brief second, it felt as though he knew exactly what she had been witnessing, and that knowledge made Nina’s heart race in ways she wasn’t prepared to admit.

Her stomach churned, a combination of shock, envy, and something more primal she refused to name.

She had always thought herself strong, composed, unshakable—but right now, watching Carrie collapse in ecstasy and seeing Ross’s cock up close, she felt her control slipping.

Her breaths came in shallow, uneven bursts, and she pressed her hands tighter over her mouth as if to hold herself together.

Carrie leaned weakly against him, her body still trembling, hair damp and plastered to her flushed face.

Her moans had softened into low, satisfied gasps, but the aftershocks of her pleasure still coursed visibly through her limbs.

She was lost to desire, utterly undone, and Nina felt a strange mixture of envy and awe watching her.

It was a private moment, intimate and forbidden, yet Nina couldn’t look away.

Every detail—the sheen of sweat on Ross’s skin, the wet, slick remnants on his cock, Carrie’s quivering body—was etched into her memory as if branded there.

The sight made her heart pound, her body react in ways she wasn’t ready to process, and yet she stayed, glued to the slit in the stall door, unable to tear herself away.

Even after Carrie slumped completely, resting weakly against him, and Ross withdrew fully, the image lingered. Ross Oakley—monstrous, dominant, untouchable—stood there, and for a brief moment, Nina understood why he commanded the awe and desire of so many.

The truth was undeniable: this wasn’t just power or money.

This was a force that could make anyone bow, even someone like Carrie, who had always radiated confidence and beauty.

And Nina—helpless, captivated, breathless—was left in the shadows, her mind and body betraying her as she absorbed every second of it.

A minute later, Carrie smoothed her skirt over her still-flushed legs, her fingers lingering slightly as if to steady herself.

She turned her gaze to Ross, her eyes soft, dreamy, and lingering on him with a mix of awe and longing.

“That… was amazing, Ross,” she murmured, her voice low and husky.

She bit her lips seductively, a faint flush rising in her cheeks.

Her words were simple, but the intensity behind them left no doubt of what she meant.

“No,” Ross said, his deep, resonant voice cutting through the quiet of the washroom. “You are.”

Without another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips fully against hers.

The kiss was commanding and intimate, deep and lingering.

Carrie wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as she melted into his embrace.

Their bodies pressed together, their breathing shallow, their murmurs mingling with soft gasps.

Each movement was deliberate yet effortless, a display of complete intimacy that seemed to make the air itself thrum with tension.

Nina’s heart slammed in her chest.

Her first instinct was to turn and flee, to leave the washroom and escape the private scene she had no right to witness.

But her body betrayed her.

Her gaze locked on the two lovers, unwilling to leave even as her mind screamed at her to move.

Her legs felt heavy, as if cemented to the floor, and her breath caught in her throat.

She could feel every emotion twisting inside her—shock, awe, envy, and something more primal she didn’t want to admit.

Her pulse thundered in her ears as she watched Carrie, once just another beautiful girl at school, now transformed into someone untouchable, radiant, and utterly confident.

Then came the soft, unmistakable creak of a stall door opening.

Creak!

Ross and Carrie stepped out together, still close, their hands brushing lightly as they adjusted their clothing.

Their bodies were aligned, their movements fluid and intimate, but when their eyes met Nina’s, the dynamic shifted.

Nina froze, caught in the act of spying, her face a mixture of shock, guilt, and awe.

She wanted to shrink back, to disappear, but she couldn’t move.

“Oh… hi, Nina!” Carrie said, her voice calm but tinged with a hint of shyness. “I didn’t know you were here.”

Carrie paused, as if weighing Nina’s reaction. But there was no real fear in her stance.

She didn’t shrink, didn’t avert her gaze. Instead, she held herself tall, composed, even radiating confidence.

There was a boldness about her now, a subtle but undeniable power.

It was Ross.

After the intensity of what had just happened, the pleasure, the domination, the safety he had given her, Carrie felt unshakable.

With him beside her, she could face anything, confront anyone, and remain untouchable.

She smiled faintly, and for the first time, Nina saw her not just as a rival in beauty or status, but as someone completely transformed—someone impossible to intimidate.

Nina’s mind raced.

She wanted to look away, wanted to pretend she hadn’t seen the private, intimate moments of Carrie and Ross, but something held her in place.

A mix of envy, fascination, and helpless curiosity gripped her tightly.

Every movement of Carrie and Ross radiated dominance and power—Ross with his calm, confident presence, Carrie with the newfound fearlessness that seemed to emanate from her very person.