Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1032

1032: Chapter 1032 Phoenix 1032: Chapter 1032 Phoenix Ross was happy, and so were his women-and that was all that truly mattered.  For the first time since this apocalypse began, peace surrounded his loved ones like a warm blanket.  Yet, as much as his heart felt full, there was still something missing: the bright laughter and small hands of his children.

“Is that you, Daddy?

You look so different,” a little girl asked timidly, peeking out from behind her older brother.  Her big, innocent eyes studied the man before her-his hair was a little longer, his shoulders broader, and there was a quiet strength in his gaze that hadn’t been there before.

Ross knelt down to her level and smiled softly.  “It’s me, sweetheart,” he said in that deep, comforting voice she’d always loved.

Her eyes widened with recognition, and a sparkle lit up within them.  “Yes!

You are my daddy!

You got his voice!” she cried joyfully before launching herself into his arms.  Ross caught her effortlessly and hugged her tight, his heart swelling with affection.

He stood and spun her around in the air, her laughter ringing like music.  “Higher, Daddy!

Higher!” she giggled between bursts of pure delight.  The sight drew the attention of the others, and soon enough, a crowd of small hands reached out toward him.

“Daddy, me next!” “No fair!

You always go first!” “Spin me too, Daddy!

I can fly!” Ross laughed-a deep, genuine sound that came from the bottom of his heart.  He put one child down only to pick up another, spinning and tossing them gently in the air, their laughter blending together into a chorus of happiness.  His powerful arms showed no sign of tiring; if anything, the more they laughed, the stronger his smile became.

He didn’t show favorites, and each little one got their turn to be lifted, hugged, and spun around.  Even the shyer children, who had hung back at first, were soon giggling in his embrace.  They clung to his broad shoulders, reluctant to let go, as if fearing that this happiness might slip away again.

On the side, his wives stood together smiling and happy for him.  They watched with fond smiles, their hearts swelling with pride and quiet contentment.  Each of them had endured their own hardships, and yet seeing Ross like this-strong, kind, and utterly devoted to his family-made everything worth it.

“He’s such a good father,” one of them murmured softly, her eyes glistening.

“As he always has been,” another replied with a gentle smile.

The golden light of the afternoon wrapped the family in warmth, the sounds of laughter and joy filling the air.  For Ross, this-his family, their love, their peace-was worth more than any glory or power.

In that moment, he knew that no matter what awaited him in the world beyond, this happiness was something he would fight to protect forever.

*** Much of the day was spent with Ross’s people honing their strength and refining their abilities.  The training fields outside the bunker buzzed with life-sparks of elemental energy lighting the air, the sound of steel clashing against stone, and the low hum of focused meditation.  Ross watched them from afar, satisfied to see how far they had come under their own persistence.

He did not even need to lift a hand and they were slowly gaining mastery over their own skills.  When night came, a serene stillness settled across his vast underground domain.  The ligjts dimmed, casting golden hues across the polished walls of the grand hall.  Within that peace, Ross turned his attention away from the affairs of leadership and his children to something far more personal-his family.

Ross had forty-two official wives, each with her own story, her own strengths, and her own share of his heart.  Beyond them were others who, though not publicly acknowledged, were still dear to him.  They all lived within his immense underground sanctuary-a hidden world beneath the surface, large enough to house thousands and rich with life.

That night, the wives gathered in the grand chamber.  It was a place of warmth and light, filled with laughter, soft conversation, and the faint melody of a harp being played somewhere near the corner.  Ross entered quietly, yet his presence commanded attention the moment he stepped inside.

The women turned toward him, their faces lighting up with affection and joy.  Some approached him eagerly, while others merely smiled, content to watch from afar.  Ross greeted each of them with kindness, a gentle word here, a touch on the shoulder there-small gestures that carried deep meaning.

Despite his overwhelming responsibilities, Ross never allowed his loved ones to feel neglected.  He fucked them all for hours and made them come like a fountain over and over again.  To every woman in his care, he gave time-real, undivided time.  And though many wondered how such a thing was possible, the answer lay in the secret that only a few understood.

Time itself bent to Ross’s will.

It was a gift born of him being a true immortal.  The Dao of Time, a force few beings in existence could even begin to comprehend.  Within his domain, a single hour in the outside world could become a full day, even a week if he so desired.  He could stretch the moments he shared with those he loved, creating memories that no clock could measure.

To his wives, it felt as though every evening with Ross lasted forever.  They laughed, spoke of their dreams, shared stories of their youth, and rested in the peace of his presence.  Their hearts were calm, their worries forgotten.

Among them sat Althea, the first of his companions and perhaps the one who understood him best.  She had lived long enough and cultivated deeply enough to sense the invisible flow of time swirling subtly through the air.  She knew what Ross had done.  And though the others remained blissfully unaware, Althea’s eyes softened with a quiet understanding.

She could feel what was happening and what Ross was doing but she had no complaints whatsoever.  Not when Ross was so good at using his big fat cock and loving her the perfect way she wanted to be loved.