Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 1099: Sentence

Capítulo 1099: Chapter 1099 Sentence

Chelsea’s breathing was wild, uncontrolled, and her eyes were glassy with disbelief as she slowly lifted her head to stare at Ross. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Chelsea looked at him, dumbfounded—speechless at what had just happened to her without him even lifting a finger.

“Haah… haah…” Chelsea’s breath came out in uneven bursts as she tried to steady herself, but her arms were trembling too much to support her weight.

She ended up rolling to the side, sprawling on the bed with her chest rising and falling like she had just run a marathon.

A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin, making her look even more flustered and disoriented.

Lea stared at her sister, stunned all over again.

“Chelsea… you too?”

Chelsea didn’t answer immediately.

She blinked several times as though trying to reboot her brain, then slowly turned her head toward Lea.

Her mouth opened, closed, opened again—nothing came out.

She finally forced out a hoarse whisper.

“What… what was that? What was that?”

Ross, still lying exactly where he’d been from the start, simply folded his hands behind his head and flashed his trademark lazy grin.

“I told you two already,” he said calmly. “I don’t need to touch you.”

Chelsea’s face flushed crimson. “That—no, that doesn’t even make sense. That’s not—people don’t just— you can’t just—”

Her words tangled together, collapsing into a frustrated groan.

She pressed her palms to her face, shaking her head as if the world had suddenly stopped making sense.

Lea leaned forward slightly, her voice low.

“You came faster than me…”

Chelsea shot her a glare—an embarrassed, mortified glare. “Shut up! I—I wasn’t trying to! I just—he—ugh!”

She pointed accusingly at Ross.

“You. What did you do to me?”

Ross didn’t move. Not even a twitch.

“Nothing. You did everything on your own. I’m just here, relaxing.”

That was the worst part—because it was true. He hadn’t lifted a finger.

He hadn’t even shifted his position.

And yet both sisters had ended up in the exact same state: writhing, moaning, and collapsing in pleasure as if he had touched every inch of their bodies.

Lea crossed her arms tightly over her chest, clearing her throat.

“This is… ridiculous. People don’t come like that. Not from that. Not unless…”

Her sentence trailed off, but everyone knew what she meant.

Chelsea dragged herself upright, sitting beside Lea with legs still trembling.

“I don’t even get it. I wasn’t even thinking anything weird at first. I just tried to focus on the task—then suddenly it just—it hit me, like a wave…” She swallowed hard. “My whole body just… melted.”

Lea nodded gravely. “Same.”

The sisters exchanged a long, heavy look.

A mix of confusion, fear, embarrassment… and something else neither of them wanted to admit out loud: curiosity.

Ross sat up slightly, propping himself on an elbow.

“Well? Do you two believe me now?”

Lea and Chelsea turned toward him at the same time.

“Believe what?” Chelsea muttered.

“That I don’t need tricks,” Ross said softly. “You get close enough… and your bodies do the rest.”

Chelsea’s breath hitched. Lea’s eyes narrowed, unsure whether to glare or stare.

The room fell silent—thick with tension, unspoken questions, and the electrifying aftershocks still lingering in both sisters’ bodies.

The two sisters stared at Ross like he was some kind of deity or monster, something utterly beyond comprehension.

Their minds reeled, still struggling to process the impossible.

They had both come—hard—without him moving a muscle, without a single touch.

He had simply lain there, calm, smug, and impossibly confident, and yet somehow controlled their bodies like a master puppeteer manipulating delicate dolls.

Every gasp, every shiver, every twitch of their skin had obeyed him.

It was unnerving, thrilling, and terrifying all at once.

Lea shivered, still flushed, still trembling. Her hands fisted the bedsheets as she struggled to find words.

“We should go, Chelsea… he’s not someone we can take on tonight. He’s… dangerous.”

Chelsea’s cheeks were still burning, her eyes wide and intense.

Yet there was a stubborn fire there, a determination that refused to be quelled by fear or logic.

“I don’t know, Lea,” she said, voice low but firm, almost trembling with effort. “We’ve come too far to quit now. I… I’m not leaving without giving it my absolute best. No matter what.”

Even in the aftermath of her own release, Chelsea’s body moved with a predatory intensity.

Her limbs shook, her breaths came in ragged gasps, but her movements were deliberate and determined.

She advanced toward Ross, eyes glittering, every motion radiating raw hunger and ferocity.

It was as if her mind had shut off completely, leaving only a single goal: take him, conquer him, survive him.

Lea watched, wide-eyed, a mixture of awe and horror on her face.

She had expected her sister to be cautious, hesitant, overwhelmed by what had happened.

But Chelsea wasn’t.

She had thrown herself completely into the task, channeling every ounce of her energy, every pulse of desire, into the act.

“Hmmmmp…”

Chelsea leaned forward, her small hands clutching him with all the strength she could muster.

Her lips wrapped around him, sliding with determination and focus, moving even more determined with each passing second.

Her movements were desperate, intense, and unrelenting, as though she were determined to take everything from him or collapse trying.

Lea’s jaw dropped. Her hands flew to her mouth, her eyes widening in shock.

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Her sister—her usually joyful, positive cheerful sister—was attacking him with a ferocity Lea had never witnessed.

Every inch of Ross that Chelsea could take, she tried to, her tiny mouth swallowing and sliding, following every curve with frantic desperation.

Her body shook, even in the effort to stay patch on Ross’ big fat cock.

Sweat beaded on her skin, and her breathing was ragged.

Yet she pressed on, relentless.

She had learned from her own experience—and from watching Lea—that Ross didn’t need to touch them to dominate them.

He only needed to be present, to exist in that calm, infuriating way, and their bodies would betray them.