Evil MC's NTR Harem

On the dance floor, a girl danced with unrestrained energy, her movements wild and captivating as she swayed with her boyfriend to the rhythm of the pounding music.

She wore tiny denim shorts that hugged her hips and a thin, cropped tank top that left little to the imagination, revealing her braless form beneath.

The dim, shifting lights highlighted the sheen of sweat on her skin, making her seem almost ethereal, like a creature born of the music and chaos surrounding them.

Her boyfriend matched her intensity, his hands often resting on her waist or pulling her closer as they moved in perfect sync.

They were a striking couple, both blessed with undeniable beauty and a magnetic aura that drew attention from everyone nearby.

People couldn’t help but watch, some with admiration, others with envy, as the pair seemed to exist in their own world, untouchable and free.

The two were clearly having the time of their lives, embracing the fleeting nature of youth with a fervor that was almost contagious. Their laughter and smiles lit up the room, and they seemed to thrive off the attention they garnered.

With wild abandon, they leaned into each other, their bodies pressed close, and their lips met in passionate, unapologetic kisses.

Each kiss was lewd and intense, an open declaration of their uninhibited love and lust for one another.

Despite the stares and whispers around them, they remained entirely unbothered. The judgment of others was meaningless in this moment.

All that mattered was the music, the heat of their bodies, and the unspoken understanding that they were alive and untamed.

For them, the dance floor wasn’t just a place to move—it was their stage, their sanctuary, and a space where nothing else in the world could touch them.

This was true—until someone broke the spell for them.

"Mary! What the hell are you doing here?!" Natalie’s voice cut through the pounding music like a knife.

Without hesitation, she stormed onto the dance floor and grabbed her younger sister by the wrist, pulling her away from the thrumming bass and flashing lights.

The intensity of her movements drew glances from a few nearby dancers, but Natalie didn’t care. Her focus was solely on Mary.

Once they reached a quieter corner, away from the heart of the chaos, the three of them stood face-to-face. The noise was still loud, but it was manageable enough for conversation.

"Sister, I didn’t think you’d be here," Mary said, her voice laced with nervousness as she offered an awkward smile. Even in her discomfort, her beauty shone brightly. Experience tales at empire

At just 18, Mary had an effortless allure that seemed almost otherworldly.

Her youthful energy and confidence made her stand out in any crowd, her ripe, sensual charm drawing both admiration and envy from those around her.

"It’s not her fault, Natalie. It was my idea to go out this weekend," Mary’s boyfriend stepped in, his voice calm but firm. He was undeniably handsome, with striking features that could rival those of a model.

His casual confidence and warm smile might have disarmed someone less resolute than Natalie. Yet, there was a clear divide between his appearance and his reality.

Born into a modest family with limited means, he didn’t have the wealth or connections to match his good looks.

Still, his intelligence and determination gave him a promising future—if he could stay focused on his studies and ambitions.

Natalie’s eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms, her gaze shifting between her sister and the boy. Concern and frustration played across her features, her thoughts racing as she tried to process the situation.

"You’re 18, Mary. You shouldn’t even be here, let alone with him. You should be resting right now and recuperating. You’re still not well," she said sharply, her tone laced with disapproval.

It wasn’t an empty accusation. Mary had only been discharged from the hospital weeks ago, after a long and harrowing battle with cancer.

Miraculously, under Ross’s mysterious influence, Mary had made a full recovery—one so complete that she had even returned to school just two weeks ago. Yet, Natalie wasn’t ready to trust the situation. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Mary flinched, her earlier confidence faltering under Natalie’s piercing scrutiny. She looked down, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her short shorts.

She had expected Natalie to be upset, but hearing the sheer disappointment in her sister’s voice cut deeper than she had anticipated.

"Why do you always have to assume the worst, Natalie?" Mary’s boyfriend stepped forward, placing himself slightly between the sisters as if to shield Mary.

His voice was calm, but there was an edge of irritation. "I’m not some thug or bad influence. I care about Mary, and I’d never do anything to harm her."

"That’s not the point," Natalie snapped, her frustration spilling over. "She’s too young to be in a place like this, surrounded by people who don’t care about her well-being. And you—" she gestured at him, her tone dropping but no less firm, "—you should know better. You’re supposed to be the responsible one here. Mary still hasn’t fully recovered, no matter how fine she looks now."

"I am responsible," he countered, his voice steady but tinged with defensiveness. "I’m here with her, making sure she’s safe. You act like I dragged her here against her will, but this was her choice. And as you can see, Mary is fine. She’s healthy again, stronger than ever. She beat cancer, Natalie. Shouldn’t she be allowed to enjoy her life a little after everything she’s been through?"

Mary found her voice then, stepping out from behind him. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but her expression was resolute. "Stop it, both of you! I’m not a child, Natalie. I don’t need you to control every aspect of my life," she said, her voice trembling but unwavering. "I’m here because I want to be. You might not like it, but I’m old enough to make my own decisions."

Natalie’s expression faltered, her anger giving way to something far more painful. Tears welled in her eyes, her lips trembling as she spoke.

"How can you say that to me, Mary? After everything I’ve done for you? Who cared for you when you were sick? Who paid for all your hospital expenses? Who stayed by your side, crying and praying for you to get better? If my sacrifices mean nothing to you, then fine. Go live with your boyfriend. I won’t support your studies anymore since you sound like you’re a big girl now. Prove to me that you’re truly this strong, independent woman you claim to be."

Her words hung heavy in the air, each one a knife to Mary’s heart. Before either Mary or her boyfriend could respond, Natalie turned and walked away, her movements rigid with suppressed emotion.

Back at their table, Natalie found Jade waiting for her. Without a word, she grabbed the nearest bottle, pouring herself a large glass and downing it in one go.

"Are you okay?" Jade asked, her voice laced with concern as she leaned closer to Natalie.

Natalie forced a tight smile, shaking her head as if to brush off the question. "I’m fine," she said, her voice hollow. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she grabbed Jade’s hand. "Let’s go back and dance. I bet Ross is waiting for us."

Jade hesitated but ultimately let Natalie lead her onto the dance floor. The flashing lights and pounding music enveloped them as Natalie threw herself into the rhythm, desperately trying to drown her pain in the chaos of the night.

* * *

Mary and her boyfriend found themselves in a quieter corner, away from the pounding music and prying eyes, their voices barely audible over the distant thrum of bass.

"Let’s live together, Mary. I’ll take care of you, I promise," Curtis said, his tone resolute, though it lacked the weight of true conviction.

His bravery was commendable, but his circumstances painted a different picture. Curtis was a college student juggling his studies, a meager part-time job, and the allowance his parents sent him.

He could barely manage his own expenses, let alone take on the responsibility of living with Mary.

Deep down, even he knew his proposition wasn’t entirely selfless; a part of him hoped that living together would finally allow them to cross the last line in their relationship.

He was excite to cook the rice with her girlfriend Mary!

Mary stared at him, her face a mixture of frustration and pity. "I can’t, Curtis," she said softly but firmly. "I won’t disappoint my sister like that. She’s sacrificed too much for me already."

Curtis opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself when he saw the determined look in Mary’s eyes. He sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Fine. I’ll wait. I understand. We’ll talk tomorrow," he said, his voice tinged with disappointment and perhaps relief at the same time.

Mary nodded, offering him a faint smile. "We’ll talk tomorrow. Go home, Curtis. I’ll be fine."

With that, she turned and walked away, her heart heavy with conflicting emotions. As she scanned the crowded club for her sister, her thoughts swirled with regret and resolve.

Curtis might not understand now, but she knew she had to make the right choices—not just for herself, but for Natalie, who had always been her rock.

But the moment Mary spotted Natalie, all rational thought left her. What she saw made her freeze in place, her heart pounding in disbelief. Natalie was on the dance floor, her body swaying recklessly to the rhythm of the music, surrounded by a circle of beautiful strangers.

In the group, there was one man and five women. The women were breathtakingly gorgeous, each one radiant like an angel in a city of devils.

Mary hesitated but finally summoned the courage to approach her sister.