Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1100: Chapter 1100 Manga

Lea’s mind whirled. She was torn between disbelief, embarrassment, and an odd surge of curiosity.

She could see every twitch, every gasp, every shudder of her sister, and it both fascinated and terrified her.

Chelsea’s determination wasn’t just physical—it was mental, emotional.

She refused to let Ross intimidate her, refused to let him win by mere presence.

She fought with every fiber of her being, even while her body trembled uncontrollably.

Ross, meanwhile, remained unnervingly calm. He didn’t push her, didn’t guide her.

He simply watched with that lazy, confident grin, as if everything happening in the room were exactly as it should be.

And it was.

Because no matter what Chelsea tried, no matter how frantic or desperate, he had the power to make her body respond perfectly.

He could control without moving, dominate without touching, and yet he allowed her to think she had control.

Chelsea’s moans grew louder, rawer, almost animalistic.

Her hips twitched, and her chest pressed harder, sliding in desperate rhythm.

Her throat constricted as waves of pleasure hit her, building higher and higher despite the exhaustion etched into every line of her body.

Her eyes rolled back, and her arms trembled as she clung to him, unwilling or unable to stop.

Lea’s heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to intervene. She wanted to stop watching.

And yet, part of her couldn’t look away.

The mixture of awe, horror, and something dangerously close to envy kept her rooted in place.

Chelsea’s body finally tensed violently, a shudder ripping through her from head to toe.

Her moans filled the room, loud, uncontrolled, desperate.

She collapsed forward, chest pressing into Ross as though trying to absorb every last ounce of sensation.

Her legs gave out slightly, and she clutched at him with a fervent desperation, trying to ride out the waves of ecstasy that seemed endless.

“Hahhh… hahhh… hahhh…”

When the climax finally passed, Chelsea sagged completely, collapsing against him with a shuddering breath.

Her face was flushed crimson, her hair damp with sweat, her eyes wide and glazed.

She slowly lifted her head to look at Ross, and the expression on her face was a perfect mix of disbelief, awe, and a little bit of fear.

Lea, still sitting back in shock, whispered hoarsely, “I… I can’t believe it.”

Chelsea only blinked, staring at him, words failing her. Finally, she muttered, “What… what are you?”

Ross had made her come a second time just like that.

Ross simply grinned lazily, utterly unbothered. “I told you,” he said softly, “I don’t need to touch you.”

Lea shook her head, almost in frustration. “This… this doesn’t even make sense.”

Chelsea’s breathing was still ragged, but a spark of stubborn determination shone in her eyes.

“Doesn’t matter,” she said through gritted teeth. “I’m not done yet.”

And with that, she leaned in again, ready to continue her assault, determined to give everything she had—even if her body was trembling, even if she had already been broken by him once.

About ten minutes in, Chelsea felt the mattress shift beneath her knees.

At first she thought Ross himself had moved, but then she felt a warm exhale brush against her arm—followed by the unmistakable sensation of another pair of lips tracing a slow, deliberate lick along the base of Ross’s cock.

Her eyes widened.

A breath later she realized it was Lea, who had silently crawled in beside her, her hair falling over her shoulder as she lowered her head next to Chelsea.

“Hmmmm…” Chelsea tried to say something, but her mouth was far too full to form any words.

Her lips were stretched impossibly wide around Ross’s massive girth; every inch her mouth tried to take felt like it was prying her jaw further apart.

She could barely even move her tongue, pinned down by the sheer size of him.

Still, she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop.

Ross’s cock throbbed heavily against her tongue, and Chelsea felt her throat quiver in response.

She adjusted her grip, pressing her soft breasts against his hips to steady herself.

Lea joined in instantly, her own chest brushing against Chelsea’s as she began worshipping the lower half that Chelsea simply could not reach.

The sisters worked like women possessed—two bodies moving in perfect, desperate coordination.

Their breasts pressed and bounced against one another as they kissed, licked, and stroked every part of Ross they could reach.

Their breaths came out hot, fast, and uneven, mixing together as they tried to overwhelm him with their combined efforts.

Lea cupped her large breasts around the base, squeezing gently as she lifted them, letting Chelsea’s saliva drip down between them.

Chelsea, meanwhile, continued to force her lips forward, trying—failing—to take just a millimeter more. Her jaw trembled from the strain.

“Ahhhh—”

After nearly five relentless minutes, Chelsea finally had to pull back, gasping.

Saliva coated her lips, her chin, even parts of her chest. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, her lips swollen and trembling.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still trying to catch her breath. “I… I need a second…”

“Now it’s my turn,” Lea said, her voice low and breathy, eyes locked on Ross’s glistening tip.

She slid into Chelsea’s place, her movements slow and deliberate, almost reverent.

She opened her mouth wide—wider—until Chelsea almost winced just watching her.

Even then, Lea could only manage the thick crown of Ross’s cock.

She wrapped her lips around it anyway, sealing them tight as she began to suck with a deep, hungry determination.

Her cheeks hollowed instantly. Her eyelashes fluttered.

A muffled gag threatened to escape, but she swallowed it down and pushed her head forward again, refusing to be outdone.

Her jaw strained visibly, her throat tightening as she tried to draw in more than her body was capable of.

Chelsea watched her sister work, her own breathing still unsteady. “Careful… you’re going to hurt yourself,” she whispered, but Lea didn’t hear—or didn’t care.

She mirrored her sister’s determination with an almost crazy intensity.