Evil MC's NTR Harem Chapter 487: Chapter 487 Banana

Novel: Evil MC's NTR Harem Author: TheProcrastinator Updated: Jun 04, 2026

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"I can stop. I can delete all the videos and never do it again. I don't need the money," Sandra said, her voice firm.

Ross chuckled, shaking his head.

"Maybe. But you like the fa—even if all you do is spout lies left and right."

Sandra fell silent. She wanted to argue, but she couldn't. He was right.

At first, it had just been a joke, sothing harmless.

But then her YouTube channel had blown up overnight, and suddenly, she was drowning in attention, swept away by the instant fa.

The thrill of it had been intoxicating.

"If it's fa you want," Ross continued, stepping closer, "I can give that to you—easily."

Sandra inhaled sharply.

"Hahhh..." Her breath hitched, her heart pounding against her ribs.

Every woman at the party tonight had felt it—Ross's undeniable sex appeal.

He wasn't conventionally handso, but he didn't need to be.

He was tall, built, filthy rich, and famous.

More than that, he had a magnetic personality, the kind that pulled people in, no matter how hard they tried to resist.

Sandra swallowed hard, her body betraying her as a shiver ran down her spine.

Their close proximity made her hyper-aware of him—his scent, his presence, the sheer weight of his gaze.

She clenched her fists, but it didn't stop the heat pooling in her stomach.

And when she felt her nipples harden, she realized, with a mix of frustration and reluctant desire, that resisting Ross Oakley was going to be much harder than she thought.

Sandra couldn't say a word. She just stood there, frozen, her breathing uneven as she took in Ross's intoxicating scent.

It was deep, masculine, laced with the faintest hint of expensive cologne, and it wrapped around her senses like an invisible chain.

He was so close—so effortlessly dominant—that if he had leaned in and kissed her, she knew she wouldn't have resisted.

Her body was betraying her, responding to him in ways she didn't want to admit.

Every instinct scread at her to step back, to put so distance between them, but she couldn't move.

She was trapped, not by force, but by sheer attraction.

And Ross knew it.

His presence alone was overwhelming, a mixture of power, confidence, and raw sexuality.

It wasn't just his money or his fa that made won flock to him—it was him.

The way he carried himself, the way he looked at people as if he already owned them.

She had always thought those other won were weak for falling for him so easily, but now, standing in front of him, feeling her pulse hamr against her skin, she realized the truth.

She was no different.

Just when she thought she might actually lose control, a voice cut through the haze.

"The bed's ready, Ross."

Amy's sudden arrival felt like a splash of cold water.

Ross turned smoothly, flashing Amy his usual effortless smile.

"I'll be there."

Then, without another glance at Sandra, he walked away, his broad, powerful back disappearing down the hall.

Sandra stood there, still dazed, still trying to steady her breathing.

She clenched her fists, willing herself to regain control.

But then, as she shifted slightly, she felt it—warm, slick wetness dripping down her inner thighs.

Her stomach dropped.

No.

A wave of sha and frustration crashed over her. She pressed her legs together, her face burning as the humiliating reality settled in.

She was soaking wet. Just from standing near him. Just from his scent, his voice, his presence.

It was one thing to be attracted to him—but this? This was sothing else entirely.

Now she understood.

All those won, the ones who threw themselves at him, who seed utterly obsessed—she used to think they were just after his money, his status, his power.

But now, she realized the truth.

It wasn't just about wealth or fa. Ross Oakley was a force. A walking sexual enigma, a man who made resistance feel impossible.

And tonight, Sandra had beco just another victim of his gravity.

***

Amy led Ross down the dimly lit hallway, her fingers intertwined with his.

The air between them was charged with anticipation, their playful banter from earlier still lingering in the quiet of the house.

When they reached his room, Amy stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her.

The click of the lock echoed in the stillness, sealing them in their own private world.

Ross leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as he watched her with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Soone's being naughty," he comnted, his voice low and playful. His smile was wide, betraying his own eagerness.

Amy turned to face him, her lips curving into a sly grin.

"I don't know," she replied, her tone dripping with mock innocence.

"Just seeing my big sister waiting to be kissed was so hot. It made wet." She stepped closer, her hands already working to undo the button of his pants.

"Are you going to fuck her too?"

Ross chuckled, his hands reaching out to grip her waist.

"All in good ti," he said, his voice husky.

"I'll make her desperate first, and then we'll see."

Amy didn't wait for further encouragent.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, her fingers pulling his pants down just enough to free his already hardening cock.

She looked up at him through her lashes, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth.

Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing him before she took him deeper, her movents slow and deliberate.

Ross let out a low groan, his hands tangling in her hair as he leaned back against the wall for support.

"Fuck, Amy," he muttered, his voice strained. "You've beco so good at this."

Amy humd in response, the vibration sending a shiver up Ross's spine.

She pulled back slightly, her tongue flicking over the sensitive underside of his shaft before she took him in again, her pace quickening.