Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1094
Chapter 1094: Chapter 1094 Official
Ross’s gaze swept over them slowly, as if reading every flicker of emotion in their expressions.
The smirk on his face hinted at amusement, perhaps even admiration, though no one could be sure.
His calmness only made the tension thicker, heavier, almost suffocating.
Chelsea exhaled slowly, trying to steady her racing heart. She reminded herself—focus. Don’t falter.
Follow the plan. She glanced at Lea, who nodded minutely, the gesture small but firm.
It was a pact, unspoken but unbreakable.
Together, they would face this, no matter how impossible it seemed.
The silence stretched, the kind that makes every heartbeat echo, every thought magnified.
It was in this pause, charged with anticipation and dread, that both sisters realized: this wasn’t just about Ross, or what he wanted.
It was about control, courage, and testing the limits of their own fear.
And once the first move was made, there would be no turning back.
Chelsea’s hands twitched slightly, then steadied.
She swallowed hard, a shiver running down her spine.
With one final glance at Lea, she leaned in closer, ready to take the next step—and in that moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for what was about to unfold.
The two sisters stared at what they were about to deal with and gulped in unison, their bodies frozen in equal parts fear and disbelief.
“It’s… so big!” Chelsea blurted out before she could stop herself.
The words echoed in the room, sounding louder than she intended.
She had seen it before from a distance—and even then it had been intimidating.
But now, with Ross lying there and the monstrous thing fully exposed before them, it looked even larger… thicker… heavier.
Like a weapon meant to break anyone foolish enough to get close.
“I know, right?” Lea whispered, her voice trembling in a way that betrayed her calm façade.
“Chelsea… I don’t think we can do this. This is insane. Let’s just stop while we still can. We can think of a better plan later.”
Chelsea shook her head, though the fear in her eyes was clear.
“Too late now. We don’t give up until we try.” She said it stubbornly, almost like she was trying to convince herself.
Even so, her hand shook as she extended it forward.
Her fingers brushed Ross’s massive shaft—just a light touch—and she yanked her hand back instantly as if she had touched a hot stove.
“It’s so hot!” she gasped. “Why is it so hot?!”
Lea’s jaw tightened. She couldn’t let Chelsea take all the risk—not when she was the older sister.
Not when she was supposed to protect her.
So she moved forward, her breath unsteady, and slowly lowered herself to her knees.
The sound of her knees touching the floor seemed unbearably loud in the tense silence.
“I’ll do it too,” she murmured.
Chelsea looked at her with wide, nervous eyes, grateful but worried.
Lea inhaled deeply, steadying herself.
Her hand reached out—hesitant at first—then finally closed around the thick column of Ross’s cock.
It was even heavier than she expected, throbbing with heat, pulsing like some living creature reacting to her touch.
“Oh my god…” Lea whispered under her breath.
Chelsea watched, swallowing hard. “Is it… okay?”
“No…” Lea said honestly, her voice fragile, “but we’re already here.”
Chelsea bit her lip.
She didn’t want to be outdone by her older sister, and she didn’t want Lea doing everything alone either.
So she scooted closer, her shoulder brushing Lea’s.
Taking a shaky breath, she reached out again and placed her hand on the other side of Ross’s enormous length.
Together, their hands barely covered a fraction of it.
Chelsea could feel her heart pounding wildly as the heat radiated between their palms. “It’s like holding a… a huge living log…”
“More like a monster,” Lea corrected softly.
They exchanged a look—part fear, part determination.
Ross, meanwhile, remained perfectly calm and still, his expression unreadable, almost amused.
His quiet breathing only made the moment feel more intense.
Chelsea flicked her gaze up at him. “I can’t believe men walk around with something like this…”
“Not men,” Lea murmured. “Just him.”
Both sisters knew they couldn’t back out anymore.
They were committed now—too close, too involved, too far past the point of retreat.
The tension wrapped around them like a heavy cloak as they braced themselves for whatever came next.
The two sisters let their soft hands travel confidently—at least pretending to be confident—along the entire length of Ross’s enormous shaft.
They stroked, squeezed, and rubbed from base to tip, their fingers gliding over every heated vein.
As their hands moved, their breaths grew shaky, partly from exertion and partly from the sheer disbelief that they were even doing this.
Still, they went at it with growing vigor, driven by desperation and stubbornness.
Chelsea’s hands kept slipping slightly because of how thick the shaft was, and she finally huffed in frustration.
“My hand can’t even wrap around its thickness at all,” she complained, holding up her hand as if to measure the impossible size.
“Use two hands,” Lea said, concentrating hard as she pumped along the lower half with rhythmic strokes.
“Just keep going. We have to make this work. We don’t have a choice.”
Chelsea nodded, biting her lip, then firmly wrapped both her hands around the immense girth.
Even with two hands, she couldn’t fully close her grip.
Still, she began sliding them up and down, trying to work the enormous length with all the determination she could muster.
Together, the sisters synced their movements—one working the top, the other the base—each stroke sending a noticeable shudder through Ross’s body.
Their hands grew slick with heat and tension, and soon Ross’s breaths became deeper, slower, heavier.
Minutes passed. Then more. The tension in the room felt like it could snap.
Finally, warm clear fluid began to bead at the swollen tip, dripping down the shaft and coating their fingers.
It slicked everything even more, making their strokes faster and smoother.
Chelsea’s eyes widened in shock and triumph. “Look! Lea, look! He’s leaking! We won, Ross! You came!”