Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 1165
Capítulo 1165: Chapter 1165 Banana
With a contented sigh, Sabrina nestled into his other side, her black hair spilling over his shoulder, one possessive arm draped across his torso as though even in sleep she refused to let him go.
Only then did Ross permit himself true release.
He gathered them both closer, one powerful arm around each of them, feeling the warmth of their sated bodies against his own.
A satisfied smile curved his lips as he glanced toward the tall arched windows.
The heavy velvet curtains could no longer hold back the light; golden morning sun now overhead.
It was already seven o’clock in the morning.
The candles had long since burned out, leaving faint trails of smoke and the lingering scent of melted wax mingled with jasmine and sex.
Outside, the supermarket was beginning to stir—distant sounds of servants starting their day, birdsong rising in chaos outside—but inside the bedchamber, time seemed suspended in perfect, decadent stillness.
Ross lay awake a while longer, savoring the weight of his two beautiful lovers against him.
Miku’s soft, even breaths tickled his skin; Sabrina occasionally shifted in her sleep, pressing closer with a sleepy murmur.
He brushed a gentle thumb across Miku’s cheek, then traced idle patterns along Sabrina’s spine, already anticipating the moment they would wake—refreshed, ravenous, ready for more.
For now, though, he let them rest. They had earned it.
Eventually, he carefully disentangled himself, pressing a tender kiss to each woman’s forehead before slipping from the bed.
He pulled a soft silk sheet over them, tucking it around their naked forms like a cocoon.
Standing at the foot of the bed, he took one last long look—Miku and Sabrina tangled together in sleep, lips slightly parted, skin flushed and marked with the evidence of his passion—and felt a deep, primal satisfaction settle in his chest.
***
Outside the room, a new activity was ongoing.
Everyone was already awake when the hunting team finally moved out.
Morning routines paused as people watched them go—guards on watch areas, scavengers sorting tools, cooks preparing what breakfast they could spare for today.
The sight of armed hunters heading into the ruined city had become familiar, yet it always carried a quiet tension.
Supplies meant survival, and survival was never guaranteed.
Three hours later, cheers erupted near the camp gates.
The hunting team returned in high spirits, their packs visibly heavier, faces flushed with excitement rather than exhaustion.
“Boss! We hit a jackpot today!” the lead hunter said, unable to hide his grin.
Behind him, the team unloaded their haul—sealed food packages, bottled water, medicine, batteries, and even a few intact tools scavenged from abandoned buildings.
To the people watching, it looked like treasure.
Murmurs spread quickly as the supplies were laid out, hope lighting eyes that had grown too used to scarcity.
Ross took it all in calmly, but inwardly he felt a quiet satisfaction.
In the early days, he had personally led every hunt.
He had cleared paths, fought threats head-on, and made sure everyone came back alive.
It was necessary then—no one else had the strength or experience.
But Ross had never intended to remain a lone pillar holding everything up.
Instead, he invested in people.
Bit by bit, he trained those he trusted, teaching them discipline, awareness, and teamwork.
He distributed heart stones carefully, choosing individuals who had proven loyalty and restraint.
As their abilities awakened, the balance began to shift.
What once required Ross’s direct involvement now became routine work for capable teams.
Eventually, Ross no longer needed to lift a hand.
The hunting teams grew sharp and efficient.
They learned how to move quietly through danger zones, how to split roles, and how to retreat without panic.
Losses dwindled. Success rates climbed.
The hunts stopped feeling like gambles and started feeling like operations.
And Ross was happy to see that.
Every task he could delegate meant more time to manage the camp, plan defenses, resolve disputes, and prepare for the future.
Survival alone was no longer enough—structure mattered now.
“Good work,” Ross said, his voice steady but approving. “Take everything to storage and inventory it properly. No shortcuts.”
The hunters straightened instinctively.
“You’ve earned some proper rest too,” he added. “Take a few off days. You’ve all done well.”
Smiles spread instantly. Praise from Ross carried weight, and rest was a rare luxury.
As the supplies were hauled away, Ross surveyed the camp.
The old supermarket that served as their shelter was fuller than ever, its once-empty aisles now converted into sleeping quarters, storage zones, and work areas.
More survivors arrived each week, drawn by rumors of safety and order.
With the growing population, Ross had already formed three solid hunting teams, each capable of operating independently.
They rotated schedules, shared intel, and covered different sectors of the city. The system worked.
For the first time since everything had fallen apart, the camp wasn’t just surviving day by day.
It was becoming stable.
And Ross knew that stability was dangerous in its own way—because once people had something to protect, threats would inevitably come.
But when that day arrived, he intended to be ready.
***
With the supermarket camp finally enjoying a period of peace and stability, Ross shifted much of his attention back home.
The day-to-day survival of the camp no longer demanded his constant presence, and that freed him to address a more pressing matter.
There were problems brewing in the Aegis bunker.
Minor issues, perhaps—but persistent enough to become an annoyance if left unattended.
Ross had learned long ago that unresolved trouble had a way of growing teeth.
If he wanted to truly enjoy his time in this apocalypse, then this headache needed to be dealt with first and foremost.
He let out a quiet sigh.
“Problems everywhere,” Ross muttered to himself. “Still… I suppose this will be another good source of entertainment.”
A smile crept onto his face—not forced, not bitter, but genuine.
Ross had always been someone who looked at things from the positive side.
There was no reason for despair, no reason for frustration to linger.
After all, he was already the strongest man in the multiverse.
In a world that had fallen into chaos, obstacles were no longer threats to him.
They were simply distractions—meant to be solved, broken apart, and enjoyed along the way.