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Evil MC's NTR Harem

Notice to Readers This is a NETORI novel—where the protagonist does the stealing, not the crying. If you’re here for NTR (netorare) tears, you’re in the wrong place. Thanks for reading! Update Schedule Daily Updates: Two chapters per day Power Stone Ranking Goals Top 100: Additional 1 chapter (release weekend) Top 50: Additional 2 chapters (release weekend) Top 25: Additional 3 chapters (release weekend) Top 10: Additional 4 chapters (release weekend) Top 1: Additional 5 chapters (release weekend) Please note that any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, real world events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters, places, and incidents portrayed in this work of fiction are products of the author's imagination. *Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. IF YOU ARE NOT 21 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER, PLEASE EXIT THIS NOVEL NOW! THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY AND CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, INCLUDING NON-CONSENUAL SEX, ABUSE, AND BREAST PLAY. IT IS SIMPLY FANTASY AND IN NO WAY CONDOLES THE ABUSE OF WOMEN. IT IS HERE FOR PLEASURE ONLY. Discord: https://discord.gg/mXMRjzF

The_Procrastinator · Fantasy
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246 Chs

Chapter 183 Audible

"Althea! I'm coming!" Robin shouted, his voice echoing down the hallway as he sprinted to the elevator. Sweat beaded on his brow, his heart pounding harder with each step.

He jabbed the button for their floor and paced impatiently as the elevator doors slid shut.

This time, he wasn't alone. He had enlisted the help of three hotel staff members and secured the master key to their royal suite. Panic clawed at his chest.

Ross Oakley wasn't just any man—he was a notorious womanizer, known for his audacity and charm. Robin's thoughts spiraled into worst-case scenarios, each more infuriating than the last.

What if Ross was forcing himself on Althea? What if she was trapped, unable to call for help? The mental images made his blood boil.

"Come on, come on! Can't this thing go faster?" he muttered, hitting the "close door" button repeatedly as though it might shave seconds off his journey.