Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1097
Chapter 1097: Chapter 1097 Train
Lea’s body leaned closer, her hair brushing his stomach, her scent filling the air as she worked with growing desperation.
Chelsea watched from the side, gripping the sheets with white knuckles, silently praying this would be the moment they finally cracked him.
Lea kept going, her breasts sliding, pressing, squishing around him as she murmured breathy, involuntary moans—her determination rising with every stroke.
Anything.
Any tiny sign they were getting closer.
Anything to show that Ross—unstoppable, unreadable Ross—was finally being pushed to the edge.
Tap
Tap
Tap
The wet, rhythmic sounds of chest and cock rubbing together continued, growing louder and more shameless with every motion Lea made.
The room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with heat and tension.
Her breasts slid and squeezed around Ross’s length like they were made for this alone—her soft flesh molding to him, swallowing him, hugging him from both sides with every stroke.
Lea’s breathing grew ragged, her lips parting as she struggled to hide the pleasure sneaking up her spine.
Her nipples, flushed a deeper pink, brushed against Ross’s shaft each time she moved, and every accidental touch made her jolt with a quiet tremor.
Then it slipped out.
“Ahhhhhh…”
Her moan was soft at first, then heavier, richer, filled with something she didn’t dare acknowledge.
The sound embarrassed her instantly—her face burned, her eyes widened—but the sensation coursing through her body was too overwhelming to control.
She lifted her gaze, chest rising and falling quickly, and her eyes met his.
Ross looked down at her—not startled, not flustered, not even tempted. Just calm. Confident.
A quiet storm of a man who could not be moved by something as simple as a titjob, no matter how perfect her body was.
Lea swallowed as realization struck her hard.
He’s too strong. Too composed. He’s not even close… we’re still so far…
Her heart raced with panic, embarrassment, and determination all tangled up together.
She had to push further. She had to do something—anything—to get him to crack.
Dragging in a deep breath, she leaned forward, pressing her tits tighter around him until they bulged around his shaft, soft and warm and desperate.
Her voice trembled at first, but she forced it to steady, to sound seductive.
“Come on, Ross…” she whispered, tilting her head slightly, her lips glossy with her own breath.
“I know you like it. My tits… they’re soft, right? Warm?” She squeezed them around him again, slow and deliberate. “You can come on them if you want… pour all of it right here…”
Her chest rose against him.
Her voice dropped even lower.
“Please come… I want to feel your cum on my boobs… I want to taste it…”
Chelsea sucked in a sharp gasp from the side, her nails digging into her palm.
That line—she had never heard Lea say anything near that dirty in her entire life.
But Ross?
Ross didn’t get flustered.
He didn’t twitch.
He didn’t break.
He simply smirked.
A slow, knowing, frustratingly confident smirk.
“I must admit,” Ross said, his voice deep and infuriatingly casual, “it feels nice.”
Lea froze, hope flaring in her eyes.
Then he lifted his hand and tapped her cheek lightly with two fingers—almost playful, almost teasing—as he continued,
“But this isn’t enough to make me come.”
Her stomach dropped.
Ross leaned back slightly, giving her a better view of his thick, unmoving cock still trapped between her tits. His grin widened.
“You sisters need to do more.”
The words hit Lea like a thunderbolt.
Her heart pounded.
Chelsea gasped behind her.
Lea tightened her grip on his cock with her breasts, swallowing nervously as she whispered—
“O–okay… then what… what do you want us to do?”
“You have bright heads on your shoulders. I’m sure you can figure it out easily.” Ross replied, lounging back as if nothing happening before him was even slightly extraordinary.
His confidence was infuriating—so natural, so absolute—that it made both sisters tense.
Lea’s hands hesitated for only a heartbeat before she forced herself to keep going.
Chelsea, standing nearby, felt her stomach twist.
They knew what Ross ultimately wanted from them—what he was guiding them toward with those casual, taunting words.
But stepping into that trap meant surrendering everything.
And they weren’t foolish enough to give in that easily.
Not yet.
Not without a fight.
So Lea made her choice.
She pushed harder.
Her breasts squeezed around Ross’s shaft with renewed intensity, her soft flesh molding to him as she lifted and lowered her chest with determined, messy rhythm.
Her movements became a little faster, a little rougher, more uncontrolled.
She leaned forward, letting her nipples drag against him in slow, shivering strokes.
And she spoke.
Dirty. Breathless. More daring than ever.
“Ahhhhhh…”
“Ohhhhhh…”
“Ughhhh—”
Her moans began soft but quickly grew into something Chelsea had never heard from her sister before.
They weren’t forced lines. They weren’t fake.
They were real—raw, involuntary, flooding out of her with every slide of her tits along Ross’s cock.
The more she worked, the louder it became.
“Lea—” Chelsea whispered, but she couldn’t finish the sentence.
Just watching was making her dizzy, hot, confused.
Lea’s body was changing right before her.
Her thighs pressed together almost unconsciously.
Her back arched with every downward motion.
Her face burned crimson.
Her nipples, already stiff, seemed to grow harder each time they brushed the side of Ross’s shaft.
Her breathing turned into shaky, shallow gasps.
And still, she whispered filth under her breath, voice trembling:
“Please… Ross… come for me… ahh—my tits… all over them… want it… I want it—”
Chelsea’s mouth hung open.
That was not in the plan.
That wasn’t rehearsed.
That was Lea losing control.
Then, suddenly—
“Oh my g—…!”
The sound ripped out of her throat as her entire body clenched.
Her hands gripped the sheets with desperate strength.
Her chest slammed down around Ross’s cock as her back arched violently.
Her legs shook—hard—her toes curling against the mattress.
A tremor shot through her body from head to toe.