Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 336

“Ross,” Ayla said hesitantly, her voice soft but steady.

“I don’t know how you did it, but thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for healing me. But please… can’t you just let me and Kevin go? We’ve been through enough.”

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Ross tilted his head, a mocking smile curling his lips.

“A gift given freely is rarely appreciated,” he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

“And I am not a man who gives gifts freely. Everything has a price. Nothing in this world comes without a cost.”

Ayla’s expression fell, her hope dimming at his words.

Ross turned his attention back to Kevin, his gaze predatory.

“So here’s the deal, Kevin. Play the game, or forfeit. I don’t care which you choose. But know this: if you pick the latter, I won’t just keep Jessica. Ayla will be a fine addition to my collection of women as well.” His gaze drifted to Ayla, lingering lewdly.

Even in her simple hospital gown, her figure was unmistakable, and Ross’s smirk deepened as his eyes lingered.

Kevin’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His blood boiled at Ross’s brazen disrespect, his chest heaving with barely contained rage.

“Fuck you!” Kevin roared, his voice reverberating through the cabin like thunder.

His composure shattered, and with fury blazing in his eyes, he charged toward Ross, his body coiled with the intent to flip the table right at him.

But he barely took three steps before the unimaginable happened.

“CRACK!”

The sound echoed like a gunshot. Kevin’s leg buckled grotesquely, and he crumpled to the floor with a gut-wrenching scream.

From the knee down, his bones were pulverized into nothingness—gone as if they had never existed.

“AHHHHHHHHH!” Kevin’s agonized cries tore through the room as he hit the ground.

His hands broke his fall, but the realization that he would never walk again sent a shiver of despair coursing through his body.

“Kevin!” Ayla cried out, rushing to his side. She dropped to her knees, her hands trembling as she tried to lift him, but her smaller frame was no match for his weight.

Her tears fell freely, a mix of helplessness and terror. She glanced around the room, panic rising as the gravity of their situation sank in. They were trapped.

She didn’t know where they were, let alone how to escape.

Desperate, Ayla turned to Ross, her voice quivering.

“What did you do to him? Please, help him!” She clasped her hands together, tears streaming down her face as she begged.

Ross swirled the wine in his glass with a nonchalant smirk.

“That’s what he gets for being an idiot,” he said coolly.

“I gave him a chance for fair play, but he chose violence. So, he forfeited. And now he suffers.” He rose from his chair and took a leisurely sip of his wine, savoring the moment.

“Unless…” He trailed off, letting the word hang in the air as he walked to a nearby table and refilled his glass.

Ayla’s voice cracked as she cried out,

“Unless what? I’ll do anything! Just don’t hurt him anymore!”

Ross smiled—a cruel, greedy grin. He flicked his fingers with a practiced air of authority.

Instantly, Kevin’s screams stopped. The searing pain in his legs vanished, replaced by an eerie numbness. But when he tried to move, he found he couldn’t. His legs, or what remained of them, were useless.

“W-why can’t I stand?” Kevin muttered, his voice thick with fear.

“You said you’d help him!” Ayla accused, her voice trembling with anger and despair.

“I did,” Ross replied, his tone dripping with mockery.

“The pain is gone, isn’t it? Consider it a favor. But healing him completely? That was never part of the deal. An offense made, a punishment given. Balance in all things as always.”

Ayla’s heart sank. She clenched her fists, her body trembling as she stared at Ross.

Ross chuckled darkly and leaned casually against the edge of the bed.

“Now, be a good girlfriend and make me feel good. Or…” His smile widened, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

“I’ll start taking more pieces from your boyfriend. Bit by bit, until there’s nothing left.”

Ayla froze, her mind racing with fear and anguish. She glanced at Kevin, his pale face etched with pain and helplessness.

Then her gaze shifted to Ross, who lounged on the bed, his expression dripping with cruel anticipation.

Jessica, standing off to the side, had tears streaming down her face. Silently, she moved to the table, grabbed a glass, and poured herself a full measure of wine.

She downed it in one gulp, the burn doing little to dull the ache in her chest. She blamed herself for everything.

Her choices had not only ruined her life but had dragged two more people into this nightmare.

Ayla wiped her tears, her body trembling but her resolve hardening.

“Fine,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She hated herself for the words she was about to say, but Kevin’s life depended on it.

Ross’s smirk deepened as he waited, savoring every second of her torment.

Ayla hesitated as she approached the bed. Her hands trembled, and a flicker of doubt crossed her face. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from embarrassment, fear, or a mix of both, it was impossible to tell.

She bit her lip and cast a glance back at Kevin, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“I—I don’t know what to do,” she stammered. “It’s my first time.”

Kevin’s voice exploded with raw fury, shaking the room.

“NOOOOO! Ayla, don’t! Don’t do this!” He clawed at the floor, dragging himself toward the bed with sheer determination.

“I’ll kill you, Ross! I swear to God, I’ll kill you if you touch her! I’ll fucking kill you!”

Ross tilted his head, his smirk unwavering and mocking at his victim.

“Such passion,” he said mockingly. Then, with an air of menace, he added, “But another meter of crawling, and I’ll have to break every bone in your arms and hands too.”