Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 725 Fresh

"Wait... were you just eating with him?" another chimed in, voice dripping with disbelief.

"Unbelievable," said a third. "That guy’s a jerk! He never even joins our weekly tasks. Thinks he’s above everyone."

"He’s definitely getting evicted next vote," someone muttered under their breath, loud enough to be heard.

Heaven glanced over her shoulder toward the dining area, where Ross was casually whistling to himself, completely unfazed by the drama.

She turned back to the group with a calm smile.

"I know what you guys think," she said. "But his cooking? It’s impossible to say no to. One bite and you’ll forget you ever had a grudge against him."

She turned on the faucet and began scrubbing the plates, unfazed by their looks.

The others exchanged glances, still grumbling, but curiosity flickered in a few eyes.

Maybe next time, they’d want a taste too.

***

Morning came, and as usual, the house gathered for breakfast.

Everyone had already eaten by the time Ross entered the kitchen.

He moved with calm precision, preparing his own meal with the same mastery as always.

The aroma of sizzling spices and savory broth soon filled the air, enough to make anyone’s mouth water. freёweɓnovel_com

He had just plated his breakfast and was about to sit down when Heaven appeared in the doorway.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the food—steaming, vibrant, and impossibly appetizing.

She swallowed hard, unable to hide her longing.

"Where’s mine?" she asked, trying to sound casual but already stepping closer.

Ross looked up at her with a slow, playful smile and pushed a plate forward.

"Right here," he said. "But... there’s a price."

He tilted his head slightly, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You’re my girlfriend now, remember? So, you owe me a kiss."

Heaven froze. Her lips parted, but no words came out.

She glanced at the food again—perfectly cooked meat, golden rice, sauce that shimmered with heat and spice—and her stomach growled in betrayal.

The cravings were too strong.

The taste of his cooking was something her body had begun to depend on, something her mind couldn’t resist.

"...Fine," she murmured at last.

She stepped toward him, hesitant at first, then leaned in.

Ross lifted the edge of his mask just enough to reveal his lips.

The kiss she gave was quick, soft, barely more than a brush—but it was enough.

The mask didn’t slide back into place.

Ross chuckled, the sound low and full of mischief, his lips still exposed, eyes gleaming with playful arrogance—and something else, something more primal.

He clearly wasn’t done with her.

"See? Not so bad," he said casually, as if that light peck had barely scratched the surface of what he truly wanted.

Then his tone dropped, deeper and more intimate. "But... is that what you call a kiss where you’re from? Let me show you how we kiss where I come from."

Before Heaven could react, Ross reached for her. In one swift motion, he pulled her toward him, catching her completely off guard.

She let out a soft gasp as her balance tipped and she landed squarely in his lap.

Her hands instinctively went to his chest, trying to push off, but she didn’t get the chance.

"W-Wait—D—" she began, flustered.

But he was already leaning in.

His mouth found hers, and this time the kiss was different—hard, consuming, possessive.

"Mmmph—!" she protested into his lips, eyes widening as his arm circled around her waist and held her in place.

Her body stiffened, instinct screaming for space, for control—but then the warmth began to rise.

The kiss was overwhelming.

He wasn’t just pressing his lips against hers—he was claiming her.

His tongue swept across hers without hesitation, his movements confident and skilled.

Her thoughts began to unravel, torn between resistance and desire.

Her heart raced, thundered in her ears, and her hands, once tense against his chest, began to curl slowly into the fabric of his shirt.

She told herself she should push him away.

But she didn’t.

Her body was betraying her.

It wasn’t just the kiss—it was the way he held her, the way his breath mingled with hers, the heat of his skin, the dominance in the way he moved.

Something primal awakened inside her, and it made her pulse thrum wildly.

A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Ross deepened the kiss in response, as if rewarding her for giving in.

His hand slid down her back, fingers grazing the curve of her waist before boldly moving to her front.

Heaven gasped when his palm cupped her breast through her top—firm, possessive, unapologetic.

His thumb pressed in, slowly, then more firmly, squashing the soft mound through the thin fabric.

She arched slightly into his touch before she realized what she was doing.

Heat surged through her. Her entire body felt like it was on fire—her skin tingled, her legs trembled.

She clung to him now, her breath coming in shallow, trembling bursts between kisses.

The smell of him—warm, spicy, familiar—filled her senses and made her feel dizzy.

By the time Ross finally pulled back, both of them were breathing heavily.

His hand slipped away, but the heat it left behind lingered like a brand.

Heaven sat frozen in his lap, dazed and breathless, lips swollen from the kiss, her eyes struggling to focus.

Her cheeks were flushed, her hair slightly tousled, and her chest rose and fell with every shaky breath.

Ross looked at her with a lopsided grin, still calm, still composed, as if he hadn’t just turned her world upside down.

"Now that’s a kiss," he said smoothly.

Heaven didn’t respond. She couldn’t.

She looked away, trying to hide her flushed face, but her heart was pounding too loudly for her to think straight.

She felt like she’d just crossed a line—and there was no going back now.

The scent of the untouched food still lingered in the air, but she couldn’t even look at it.

Her appetite had shifted to something far more dangerous.

And Ross... Ross was watching her like he already knew.

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