Evil MC's NTR Harem

One week later, someone in the group finally reached her breaking point.

Mary had been holding back for what felt like an eternity. She had admired Ross from a distance, basking in the fleeting moments of his attention, but she craved more.

It wasn't just desire—it was a longing to matter to him in a way that no one else did.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Yet, she couldn't simply throw herself at him, not when his harem girls were always around, doting on him like queens serving their king.

Their circumstances didn't make things easier. She and Ross attended different schools, and their time together was limited to the evenings.

Even then, Ross was always preoccupied with his harem, leaving Mary to occupy a corner of his world where she often felt forgotten.

She spent night after night lying alone, trying to suppress the jealousy and yearning that gnawed at her. But the ache in her heart—and in her body—refused to be ignored.

Tonight, that was going to change.

"I can do this," Mary whispered to herself, clutching her phone tightly. Her hands were trembling, her heart pounding so loudly that it echoed in her ears.

She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her face partially obscured by the simple yet alluring mask she had chosen. It was Natalie, her sister, who had given her the idea.

No doubt, it was a valuable life lesson she had learned during her days as Pink Barbie in the past.

"If you want him to notice you, you need to stand out," Natalie had said, her tone both encouraging and mischievous. "Men like him are drawn to boldness. You have to show him something that the others can't."

Mary hadn't been convinced at first. The idea felt scandalous, completely out of her comfort zone. But as the days passed and her longing grew unbearable, she realized Natalie was right.

If she couldn't have Ross's attention directly, she would find a way to command it, even from afar.

She adjusted the camera on her phone, propping it up on her nightstand to capture the perfect angle.

The screen reflected her image back at her: the mask, the soft waves of her hair cascading over her shoulders, the nervous determination in her eyes.

"This one goes out to the one I love. I hope you like it," she murmured, her voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mary hesitated for a moment, her hands hovering uncertainly over her body. Doubts crept into her mind. Was this the right move? Would Ross even care?

But she silenced those thoughts with a deep breath, reminding herself of why she was doing this. She wanted Ross to see her, to truly see her, as someone worthy of his attention and affection.

Her fingers moved to the straps of her nightgown, sliding them down her shoulders with deliberate slowness.

The fabric fell away, revealing her bare skin, which flushed with a mixture of nervousness and arousal.

She cupped her breasts gently, her fingers grazing the soft curves before moving to her pink, erect nipples.

At first, her movements were hesitant and awkward. She wasn't used to touching herself like this, let alone on camera.

But as she continued, a spark of pleasure ignited within her, and she began to lose herself in the sensations.

Her breathing grew heavier, her hands moving with more confidence as she fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples.

The initial awkwardness faded, replaced by a growing heat that spread through her body. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she arched her back slightly, her body responding instinctively to her touch.

The warmth in her chest traveled downward, settling in her pussy, where she felt a familiar ache begin to build.

Her thighs pressed together involuntarily as her wetness grew, the fabric of her panties clinging to her skin. She hesitated for a moment, glancing at the camera.

The thought of Ross watching this, seeing her like this, sent a thrill through her.

She leaned back against the pillows, her free hand sliding down her stomach toward the waistband of her panties.

Her breaths came in shallow gasps as she slipped her fingers beneath the fabric, her body trembling with anticipation.

"This is just the beginning. This is all for you alone, Ross," Mary whispered to herself, her voice barely audible.

Her mind raced with thoughts of Ross—his piercing gaze, his confident smirk, the way he carried himself like he owned the world.

She imagined his reaction to this video, the way his eyes might linger on her, the way he might finally see her as someone more than just another admirer, a little innocent girl, just sister of his lover.

For Ross, she was willing to take risks she never thought she'd take. She would do whatever it took to stand out, to earn a place in his thoughts—and maybe, just maybe, in his heart.

As the camera continued to record, Mary let herself go, her body and mind consumed by the desire to bridge the gap between them, no matter how bold or unconventional the means.

This was her moment, and she was determined to make it count.

Mary closed her eyes, surrendering to the vivid fantasy unfolding in her mind.

Her fingers teased her nipples, pinching and rolling them gently, but in her imagination, it wasn't her own touch she felt—it was Ross's.

She envisioned him leaning over her, his strong hands toying with her sensitive peaks, pulling them with just the right amount of pressure to make her gasp.

Her breath quickened as the fantasy deepened.

She could almost feel the heat of his mouth against her skin, his lips wrapping around her stiffened buds, his tongue flicking and teasing in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.

The thought of Ross sucking on her nipples, his gaze locked on her as if she were the only woman in the world, sent a shiver down her spine.

"Ughhhhh… Ahhhhhh…" Mary could not help but moan like a bitch in heat.

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