Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 1054: Chapter 1054 Game 7

Miku was caught off guard, her eyes widening in surprise as she felt the weight of his release, the sheer volume of it.

She sat on the floor, stunned and immobile, taking all the rain of come upon her full body.

She was covered from head to foot, the smell of his release filling the air, erotic and intoxicating, a heady mix of musk and salt.

It clung to her skin, marking her, claiming her, a testament to the intensity of their encounter.

As the initial shock wore off, Miku began to recover, her mind racing with the implications of what had just happened.

She could feel the come dripping from her hair, her face, her body, the sensation both unfamiliar and strangely arousing.

But her relief was short-lived, for she had another shock waiting for her.

"This can’t be," Miku muttered in disbelief, her voice barely a whisper, laced with a mix of awe and disbelief.

She looked down at Ross’s cock, expecting to see it softening, spent from its powerful release.

But to her astonishment, it remained hard and standing strong, ready for more action, its size and vigor undiminished by the intensity of his orgasm.

The sight of it sent a new wave of anticipation and trepidation coursing through her veins, her body responding instinctively to the promise of more pleasure, more ecstasy, more of Ross.

"Come up, Miku. You still have much to do." Ross invited, his voice low and commanding, leaving no room for argument.

The weight of his words hung in the air, a silent demand that Miku could not ignore.

She was speechless, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, struggling to process the intensity of what had just transpired.

Cheating on her husband like this was already pushing the boundaries of her comfort and loyalty, and the thought of doing more filled her with a mix of trepidation and dread.

Still, Ross woke her up completely with what he said next, his words cutting through her hesitation like a knife.

"Or do you not want to save your husband? He could be starving now, or perhaps he’s foolish enough to look for you out here. In that case, he’d be fresh meat to all the zombies out there." Ross’s voice was laced with a cold, calculated cruelty, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond the safety of their current location.

Miku bit her lips, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh, drawing a thin line of blood.

The coppery taste filled her mouth, grounding her, anchoring her to the reality of her situation.

She knew that he was right; her husband’s life could be in jeopardy, and she was the only one who could save him.

The weight of responsibility settled on her shoulders, a heavy, oppressive force that left her breathless.

With a mix of resignation and determination, Miku did what Ross asked.

She stood up, her body still coated with his come, the sticky liquid clinging to her skin, a reminder of their intense encounter.

The scent of him filled her nostrils, a heady, intoxicating mix of musk and salt that seemed to seep into her very pores.

Miku skipped out of her jeans, the denim pooling at her feet, a discarded barrier that had once provided a semblance of protection.

Her thong came next, the flimsy fabric no match for the urgency of the moment.

It slipped down her legs, joining her jeans on the floor, a forgotten relic of a time when modesty and decency still mattered.

Naked and vulnerable, Miku climbed up onto Ross’s lap, her body pressing against his, her skin slick and warm from the residue of his release.

As she straddled him, Miku could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her, a promise of more to come.

The sensation was both familiar and foreign, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play.

She looked into Ross’s eyes, searching for a glimmer of humanity, a spark of compassion, but all she saw was a cold, calculating gaze, one that held no mercy, no remorse.

It was a gaze that saw her as a means to an end, a tool to be used and discarded at his whim.

Miku knew that she was playing a dangerous game, one where the stakes were her husband’s life and her own sanity.

The thought of what she was about to do filled her with a sense of dread, a gnawing unease that settled in the pit of her stomach.

But she also knew that she had no choice; she had to see this through, to do whatever it took to ensure her husband’s survival, even if it meant sacrificing her own dignity and virtue.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Miku steeled herself for what was to come, her body and mind preparing for the trials that lay ahead, guided by the desperate hope that her actions would be enough to save the man she loved.

Miku looked at Ross, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders, her touch tentative and hesitant.

She cursed in silence, her inner voice a torrent of frustration and resignation, as she took in the full extent of his handsomeness.

His chiseled features, his piercing eyes, his confident demeanor—all of it was a stark reminder of the power he held over her, a power that extended far beyond his physical prowess.

But that was the least of her worries right now; she knew what Ross was expecting of her, and she had no choice but to go through with their deal, no matter the cost to her pride and her marriage.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Miku reached back, her hand wrapping around the giant cock that lay thick and heavy against his thigh.

She marveled at its size, her fingers barely able to encircle its girth, a mix of awe and fear coursing through her veins.

The weight of it in her hand was a tangible reminder of the task ahead, a task that filled her with a sense of dread and unwanted thrill.