"Why is Althea the only one who got pregnant, Ross? You’re sleeping with all of us every night," Sophia asked, her voice carrying an edge of curiosity and confusion as she sat up in bed.
The sheets barely covered her figure, and her tousled hair frad her face as she peered at Ross.
Most of the other won were still half-asleep, but Sophia’s question had an electrifying effect. One by one, the others stirred, their groggy expressions sharpening with intrigue.
The question lingered in the air, drawing attention like a magnet.
Ross, lounging casually against the headboard, smirked. He reached out to pull Sophia closer, his fingers brushing her cheek as if to diffuse the intensity of her inquiry.
"I’ve told you before," he said, his voice smooth, teasing even.
"I won’t get any of you pregnant accidentally. Althea wanted a baby, and that’s why she’s pregnant now. It’s as simple as that."
Sophia narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced.
"Hmmm... That still sounds weird to . Are you taking so kind of banned drugs or sothing? Because, let’s be real, what you do… it’s not exactly normal. And if you are, it’s not healthy for your body, Ross."
April, nestled on the other side of the bed, propped herself up on one elbow. Her ssy hair and sleepy eyes didn’t mask her curiosity as she added, "She’s got a point. You go fuck us all night, every night, and sohow you never seem to run out of energy. It’s almost unnatural."
Ross chuckled, shaking his head.
"Banned drugs? Seriously? You think I need that?" His tone was amused, but there was a glint in his eyes as he looked at the won around him.
"I’m hurt you’d even suggest it. This is all natural, ladies. What you’re witnessing is the result of a technique I learned from a hidden master."
The room fell silent for a mont as the won exchanged glances, their curiosity now fully piqued.
Sophia leaned in closer, her expression both skeptical and intrigued.
"A hidden master? Are you serious right now?"
Ross nodded, his smirk widening as he prepared to embellish his story with nothing but lies.
"Absolutely. Long ago, when I was traveling, I t this old man begging for food on the street. He looked like he’d hit rock bottom, but I felt sorry for him, so I gave him sothing to eat. Turns out, he wasn’t just a beggar. He was a hidden master, guarding a secret knowledge he’d been waiting to pass down to soone worthy."
April raised an eyebrow. "And that soone was you?"
Ross shrugged, feigning modesty. "What can I say? I’m a magnet for destiny."
The won around him seed torn between disbelief and fascination. Althea, still lying next to him, rested her chin on her hands, her eyes sparkling with amusent. Experience tales at .Côm
"So, what exactly did this ’hidden master’ teach you?"
Ross leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head.
"He imparted a lost technique—sothing ancient, powerful, and practically forgotten. It allows to control certain… aspects of myself. Things like stamina, precision, and, well... whether or not I leave behind little surprises."
The room erupted into laughter, though the intrigue lingered.
Sophia shook her head, though a smile tugged at her lips.
"Okay, sure, that sounds like sothing straight out of a movie. But honestly, it does explain a lot. You’re the only man I’ve ever t who can go like you do. It’s insane."
April laughed, throwing a pillow at Ross.
"You’re lucky we’re all smitten, or we’d probably call you out for how ridiculous that story sounds."
Ross caught the pillow effortlessly, grinning as he looked around at the group.
"Ridiculous or not, it’s the truth. And honestly, does it matter? You’re all here, happy and satisfied, aren’t you?"
Althea reached out to intertwine her fingers with his.
"Happy doesn’t even begin to cover it," she said softly, her voice filled with affection.
The other won nodded, their teasing fading into warmth as they looked at Ross.
"Alright, fine," Sophia conceded, her playful tone returning. "We’ll buy your story—for now. But don’t think we won’t keep asking questions."
Ross laughed, pulling her into his arms.
"Ask all you want, but I don’t think you’ll be disappointed by the answers—or anything else, for that matter."
The conversation eventually drifted to lighter topics, but the won couldn’t help stealing glances at Ross, their curiosity and admiration for him growing even more.
For them, he remained an enigma—a man who defied expectations and continually kept them guessing in the most thrilling ways.
The school day, a monotonous rhythm of lectures and whispered conversations, finally concluded.
A sea of bodyguards, a silent, imposing wave of protection, flowed around the group as they exited the hallowed halls.
They strolled through the manicured gardens, a ticulously maintained landscape reflecting the carefully constructed lives they led.
A lavish dinner, laden with exotic dishes and fine wines, awaited them, the succulent flavors and the clinking of silverware mirroring the opulent surroundings.
As the sun descended, painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and deep purple, they made their way ho, a collective exhale of contentnt escaping their lips.
They were a powerful force, a carefully curated unit, and the evening promised more of the sa.
Ross, anticipating the nightly lewd reunion with his harem, felt the familiar thrill of anticipation coursing through him.
"DING!"
Ross got a text ssage.
"Can you please co to my room before you sleep tonight? I have sothing I want to say." The ssage, simple yet charged with unspoken implications, was from the only remaining virgin in their exclusive circle, a girl renowned for her boundless energy and joyful spirit.
Ross’s smile widened. He had a premonition, a certainty that settled deep within him, of exactly what this was about.
A familiar heat, a surge of arousal, ignited within him, and he couldn’t suppress the low, happy whistle that escaped his lips as he composed his response.
"I’m on my way," he typed, the words carrying unspoken promises and a hint of anticipation. The air crackled with an unspoken tension, a silent energy that hinted at sothing significant about to unfold.
He knew this night would be different. The carefully orchestrated routine was about to be disrupted, and he couldn’t wait to see what secrets lay hidden behind the closed door of her room.
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