Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1122: Chapter 1122 Stereo

Not a drop of blood remained—not on the floorboards, not on the walls, not on the window frames.

And most unsettling of all...

There were no bodies.

Not a single trace that half a dozen men had died horrifically.

The women checked behind the counter, under tables, inside storage rooms—everywhere.

But the result was the same: no corpses, no blood, no evidence. It was unnerving, almost supernatural.

When they finally returned to the basement, their footsteps were even shakier than before.

Ross stood waiting, arms loosely crossed, a faintly amused expression on his face.

”As I’ve said,” he repeated, ”they’ve all gone.”

Some of the women exchanged troubled looks.

Then Ross’s expression shifted.

His smile faded.

A glint of curiosity—sharp and probing—appeared in his eyes.

”Now,” he said slowly, ”tell me about your base.”

The words weren’t loud, but they carried weight.

The women stiffened, their shoulders tightening as they realized this wasn’t a casual question.

Ross wasn’t threatening them.

He didn’t need to.

But something in the way he asked—steady, expectant, quietly intense—made it clear that he wanted answers.

And withholding them would be a mistake.

The air in the basement grew heavy again as the women gathered their courage.

Giana swallowed hard before speaking, her voice trembling.

Their base... their secrets... their past...

Ross waited, patient and silent, eyes never leaving them.

”It’s located in...” Giana began hesitantly, her voice trembling slightly.

Her eyes darted nervously toward Ross, searching for any hint of anger or disapproval, but all she saw was his calm, patient gaze.

”Go on,” Ross prompted softly, leaning slightly forward.

His tone was gentle, encouraging—but there was an undercurrent of authority that made her feel she had no choice but to answer fully.

Slowly, Giana spoke, outlining the layout of their base.

Whenever she faltered, Ross would nudge her with a question—not forceful, just probing enough to remind her of details she had overlooked.

Finally, he leaned back, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his face.

”I guess that would be a good project to have,” he murmured to himself, almost absentmindedly.

His voice was soft, but there was an unmistakable glint of excitement in his eyes.

He allowed himself a moment to dwell on the idea, letting it simmer, imagining the possibilities and the challenge it presented.

It was a side project, yes—but one with endless potential, one that could grow and evolve under his hands.

The women watched him waiting for his words.

Ross finally turned his attention back to them, his calm, confident smile returning.

”It’s getting late now. You should all sleep. Tomorrow... we’ll do something great.”

Though their bodies were still tense from the fear and uncertainty of the past hours, the women nodded obediently.

There was something magnetic about Ross, something that commanded attention and compliance without force.

They felt a strange mixture of awe and caution, knowing they were safe—for now—but aware that he was not someone to be underestimated.

As they followed him down the hallway, Ross allowed his mind to wander, already envisioning the possibilities for the base.

He reached out subtly, bending reality to his will.

The walls of the basement seemed to ripple almost imperceptibly, the corners of the room stretching and reshaping themselves.

In moments, new rooms appeared, seamlessly integrated into the existing structure.

Beds materialized along the walls, soft and neatly made.

Bright lights flickered to life, casting a warm glow across the freshly polished floors.

Shelves appeared with neatly stacked supplies, and even a few small tables and chairs had been added for comfort.

It was as though the basement had always been meant to contain these additions, as if it had been lying dormant, waiting for someone with the right touch to awaken it.

Even Miku and Ace would believe that these room were here in the first place.

The women’s eyes widened as they stepped inside their new rooms, a mixture of awe and disbelief on their faces.

It was safe, warm, and strangely inviting.

No one spoke at first—they simply took it all in.

Ross gestured for them to settle in.

”Rest well,” he said, his voice calm, almost soothing, but carrying an unspoken promise of excitement.

”Tomorrow... things will be even better.”

As the women tucked themselves into their new rooms, Ross lingered for a moment in the hallway, allowing himself a small, private grin.

His mind was already racing with plans—possibilities for improvement, for exploration, for experimentation.

For a brief moment, he allowed himself to savor the quiet, the calm before whatever tomorrow would bring.

And then, with a final glance at the sleeping women, he retreated to his own space, already dreaming of the chaos, the fun, and the possibilities that lay ahead.

***

The night finally ended, and by noon the household was bustling with life once more.

The five new women, who had spent the night huddled in their rooms, emerged slowly, still groggy from sleep.

Their bodies were tired, and their minds carried the lingering weight of trauma, but Ross had already prepared a feast, the scent of rich, sizzling food filling the air.

As they sat down and began to eat, the tension in their shoulders seemed to melt away with each bite.

Every morsel of Ross’s cooking carried warmth, flavor, and an almost magical comfort.

The women couldn’t believe the transformation—they had come to the table wary, tense, and haunted, yet by the time they had finished, smiles had returned to their faces, laughter lightly spilling into the air.

”Wow! Just... wow!” one of them exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief. ”I can’t believe this food tastes this good, Ross!”

”Seriously... how do you even make something like this?” another chimed in, picking at her plate while still sneaking glances at him in awe.

Ross smiled faintly, watching their expressions with mild amusement, as if their delight were merely the icing on a cake he hadn’t even bothered to bake yet.

But then, just as they leaned back, full and content, Ross spoke again, his tone calm, almost casual—but the words struck them like a thunderclap.

”We’re going to save the people in your base.”