Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1106: Chapter 1106 Card

By the time Chelsea finally reached the peak of her endurance, her body had completely surrendered.

She quivered violently, her muscles trembling with exhaustion.

Her release was so overwhelming that she squirted uncontrollably, leaving her drenched and powerless.

Her fingers, once strong and determined, now felt like useless weights, incapable of even the smallest movement.

Chelsea lay there, utterly spent, her mind swimming in the haze of ecstasy and fatigue, the room echoing with the rhythm of her relentless passion.

She was spent—utterly drained, trembling from head to toe—and yet a faint smile still lingered on Chelsea’s lips.

Every nerve in her body felt like it had dissolved in warm honey.

She had never experienced anything like it, never even imagined such pleasure was possible.

Her breathing slowly steadied, growing soft and shallow.

“Zzzzz…”

Within moments, Chelsea’s eyes fluttered shut.

Exhaustion claimed her completely, and she slumped sideways onto the bed, her hair sticking to her damp forehead.

Her chest rose and fell gently, her body twitching every now and then from leftover aftershocks.

Ross watched her with a strange softness, then let out a quiet sigh and finally lifted his gaze to Lea.

Lea hadn’t moved. Not once.

She sat on the small chair by the wall with her knees pressed together, hands laced tightly on her lap, and a stunned, almost shell-shocked look stamped across her face.

Her lips parted as if she wanted to speak but her voice wouldn’t come out.

She still couldn’t comprehend what she had witnessed.

All her life, she had heard things—half-whispered confessions from girlfriends between classes, stories told during sleepovers, warnings passed from older girls.

First times were supposed to be awkward, quick, uncomfortable, even embarrassing. Some cried.

Some regretted it. Most said it hurt more than anything.

But Chelsea…

Chelsea had taken Ross like she had been starving for him.

She screamed, begged, shook uncontrollably as wave after wave hit her until she was too weak to even lift her head.

She came so many times that Lea lost count somewhere after the fifth or sixth.

It was nothing at all like what she had been told—nothing like the “messy and painful” first experiences her friends casually complained about.

Instead, her little sister had been overwhelmed, consumed, undone, again and again on Ross’s thick, unrelenting cock.

Lea swallowed hard.

She felt heat in her cheeks, a strange tightness in her chest, something confused and heavy swirling inside her.

She didn’t know if she was embarrassed… or curious… or something else entirely.

Ross stretched his arms lazily and exhaled. Then he bent down to gather his clothes from the floor.

“Well,” he said, almost casually, “I guess this is it for tonight.”

He took one step toward his shirt—when a soft voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Wait.”

Lea hadn’t meant to let the word slip out, but it escaped before she could pull it back.

Her voice was gentle, trembling, barely audible.

She stood slowly from the chair, her fingers curling nervously around the hem of her clothes, her eyes staring at Ross with a mixture of hesitation and something deeper.

Ross turned to her, brows raised slightly, waiting for her to continue.

Lea took a breath.

She didn’t blink.

She didn’t look away.

Something inside the room shifted.

Something quiet… but unmistakable.

“I… I want you to make love to me too, Ross.”

Lea’s voice trembled, but her resolve didn’t.

As soon as the words left her lips, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and slid them down her thighs.

Her underwear followed right after, pooling at her ankles.

She stood there fully exposed, her breath rising and falling, her body just as stunning and tempting as Chelsea’s—soft curves, flawless skin, a natural sensuality she herself barely understood.

Ross let out a low whistle the moment he saw her.

“Well, damn…”

He didn’t need to chase anything tonight.

Everything was coming straight to him without him lifting a finger.

His charm really was absolute—irresistible.

And he wasn’t about to refuse when someone this beautiful practically offered herself to him.

“About time,” Ross muttered under his breath, rolling his shoulders as he walked toward her.

“I was getting tired just lying there, being used like a human dildo.”

Lea blushed at his bluntness, but didn’t back away. If anything, she shifted closer.

When Ross reached her, he slid a hand around her waist and pulled her in.

His lips crashed onto hers in a deep, hungry kiss. Lea’s eyes fluttered shut, her fingers tightening on his shoulders.

She treasured that moment—her first kiss—something she had always imagined would be slow, sweet, gentle.

Instead, Ross kissed her with such intensity that her knees nearly gave out.

She wanted it to last longer, wanted to savor every heartbeat. But Ross seemed impatient, greedy even.

After barely two minutes, he broke the kiss, leaving her breathless and dizzy.

Then he lifted her up effortlessly—his hands gripping her bare thighs—and carried her to the very bed he had just left.

Chelsea was still sleeping peacefully beside them, oblivious to everything, her soft breaths filling the quiet room.

The bed was wide enough for three, so Ross laid Lea down beside her sister and knelt between her legs.

“Ross…” Lea whispered, her face burning, her entire body tense with anticipation.

Ross didn’t answer. Instead, he placed his hands on her knees and gently parted her thighs.

Lea sucked in a sharp breath.

And then—without hesitation—Ross lowered his head and pressed his mouth against her untouched, virgin pussy, tasting her directly.

“Ah—!” Lea gasped, her entire body jolting as pleasure surged through her for the first time.

The air in the room was thick, charged with the heat of their bodies and the soft, wet sounds of their lovemaking.

Ross, attuned to every subtle shift in Lea’s responses, felt the telltale tension coiling in her thighs and heard the breathy, fractured quality of her moans.

He knew she was close, teetering on the precipice, and he was determined to be the one to guide her over the edge.