Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1096
Chapter 1096: Chapter 1096 Degree
Ding!
Chelsea’s breasts bounced free, barely restrained by her tight white bra.
The cups instantly struggled to contain her size—so full, so heavy, the straps digging into her shoulders under the weight.
The bra was not designed for sudden exposure like this; the fabric strained so hard it looked like it might snap.
Lea stared in pure disbelief. “What are you doing?! That’s… that’s way too far!”
“As you can see, Lea,” Chelsea said, cheeks flushed but eyes determined, “he’s not going to come with just our hands. He needs more stimulation. Something stronger. Something he can’t ignore.”
Her fingers moved behind her back, curling around the clasp of her bra.
“No, Chelsea—wait!”
Too late—she was already preparing to unhook it.
Chelsea smirked slightly. “I don’t believe for a second that he won’t come with this.”
She started to pull—
But Lea lunged forward and grabbed her wrist.
“Stop.” Lea’s voice was trembling, but her grip was firm. “No. Let me do it instead.”
Chelsea blinked in shock. “Lea…?”
“I’m the older one,” Lea said, trying to keep her voice steady. “If someone has to take it further… it should be me. I’ll take responsibility.”
Before Chelsea could argue, Lea took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with nervous tension.
Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it.
Then—slowly, deliberately—she reached for the hem of her own shirt.
“Lea, you don’t have to—”
But Lea shook her head and pulled the shirt upward, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, then her ribs, then her bra.
With one swift motion, she lifted the shirt fully off her body.
Her fingers trembled as she reached behind her back to find the clasp.
Chelsea watched in stunned silence.
Even Ross tilted his head slightly, eyes clearly following her movements with interest.
“Okay,” Lea whispered to herself. “Just… just do it.”
Click.
The clasp loosened. The straps slackened. The cups shifted.
Lea hesitated for only a heartbeat—then let the bra fall away completely.
Her bare breasts spilled free into the open air, soft and full, the nipples instantly hardening from the sudden exposure.
Her face turned beet red.
She instinctively tried to cover herself, but forced her arm down. If she was doing this, she wouldn’t hide.
It was the first time in her life a man had ever seen her chest—really seen her, uncovered and vulnerable.
For a moment, even Ross’s usually calm expression shifted. His eyes opened fully, glimmering with clear interest.
Lea swallowed hard, feeling her whole body heat up. “There,” she said, barely above a whisper. “If he needs… more than hands… then I’ll do it.”
Chelsea looked at her older sister with wide eyes. “Lea… you…”
But Lea held her head high despite her burning cheeks.
“It’s fine,” she said softly yet firmly. “I’ll take the next step.”
She moved closer to Ross, her bare chest rising with shaky breaths. She steadied herself, knowing full well that from this point on…
There was no turning back.
Lea got onto the bed again, but this time she approached from the very edge, circling around as if she were preparing for a sacred ritual.
She steadied her breathing, wiped her trembling palms on the sheets, then slowly climbed up.
Her knees pressed into the mattress one after another, spreading as she crawled forward with a feline grace she didn’t know she had until today.
Each movement made her back curve beautifully, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm, and her huge, natural breasts hung freely beneath her—full, heavy, and bouncing ever so slightly with every shift.
Her hair cascaded like a dark curtain around her face, partially hiding the embarrassment burning in her cheeks.
Anyone else would’ve been drooling the moment she started moving.
But Ross wasn’t “anyone.”
He didn’t react. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t even blink.
Just sat there, watching her with that infuriating calmness, as if her approaching him half-naked, trembling, and desperate was nothing more than a small breeze brushing by.
Lea swallowed hard.
Fine. Then I’ll just have to do more.
When she finally knelt between his legs, her heart hammered against her ribs.
She could feel the heat radiating from his body—and especially from the towering cock that stood like an impossible monument right before her face.
She paused, staring at it, feeling a nervous flutter of panic and awe.
She remembered the videos she watched. The tutorials.
The whispered advice she and Chelsea rehearsed.
If porn stars can do it… so can I.
Lea took a deep breath.
She lowered her body, adjusting the angle, pushing her shoulders inward so her breasts squeezed together perfectly.
When her soft skin met the thick, burning length of his cock, she gasped.
“Mmmmmm—” The sound slipped out on its own. She couldn’t stop it even if she tried.
She hadn’t expected him to feel that hot. Or that heavy. Or that… overwhelming.
Her tits wrapped around him like warm, pillowy heaven, swallowing most of his length even without her trying.
Ross’s cock twitched between them, and she felt that tiny reaction like a victory.
“Okay… okay…” she whispered to herself. “Just like the videos…”
She lifted her chest, pressing harder, then slid her breasts up his shaft.
The motion made her nipples brush against the sides of his length, sending sparks racing through her body.
She bit her lip and kept going, pushing her breasts up… then letting them fall back down to cover him again.
Her breathing grew heavier. Her face heated with embarrassment.
Her arms trembled from the effort of keeping her body in the right position.
But she kept moving—slow, determined strokes as her tits glided up and down Ross’s cock.
Wet sounds began to form between her skin and his heat, echoing softly in the room.
Lea swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Come on… come on, Ross… just react… even a little…”
She pushed her breasts tighter, speeding up slightly, letting the softness of her tits massage every inch of him.