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Evil MC's NTR Harem

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The_Procrastinator · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
212 Chs

Chapter 136 Brink

Our OP evil MC wasted no time and headed straight to the nearest love hotel he could find. 

Taking Mary's first time at his house was tempting, but with the gang hanging around and little privacy, it wasn't the right choice. 

This moment needed to belong solely to the two of them—free from interruptions, judgment, or prying eyes.

The hotel wasn't much to look at from the outside—a flickering neon sign buzzed faintly above the entrance, casting a dim pink glow over the sidewalk. 

It wasn't luxurious by any means, but it was discreet, and that was all that mattered. 

As they entered, the faint scent of cheap lavender air freshener hit them, mingled with the unmistakable musk of countless past visitors.

At the reception desk, a middle-aged man in a uniform glanced up from his magazine. His eyes widened as they fell on the couple approaching him. 

"Welcome," he said, clearing his throat awkwardly as he straightened his posture.