Evil MC's NTR Harem

Kirito could not believe his eyes at all but Reina seemed oblivious to the humiliation. Her expression was one of sorrow and resignation as her tear-filled eyes met Kirito's.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I need to do this."

Kirito's mind raced.

Why? Why would she do this?

But before he could process the betrayal, the truth struck him like a hammer.

Unbeknownst to Kirito, Reina had already succumbed to Ross's control, her will bent entirely to his.

With nothing more than a wordless command, Ross had made her strip, proving his complete dominion over her.

Reina sighed deeply, as if steeling herself for what came next, and walked over to Ross. He sat lounging in his chair, legs spread in smug arrogance.

She knelt before him without hesitation, her delicate hands reaching for the waistband of his jeans.

Kirito's heart shattered.

"Reina… stop!" he shouted, his voice breaking with desperation.

But Reina didn't stop. She couldn't. Her trembling hands busied themselves with unbuttoning Ross's jeans, her movements reluctant yet obedient.

Tears streaked her cheeks, but there was no denying the power Ross held over her.

Ross grinned, his hand casually brushing through Reina's hair as he looked at Kirito.

"You see now, Kirito? This is what happens when a man like me steps into your life. You lose. Every. Single. Time."

Kirito froze, helpless and enraged, his fists clenched at his sides. Yet, he could do nothing but watch as Ross's mocking laughter echoed across the field. Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

A full minute passed, and Kirito hadn't moved a muscle. His legs felt like they were made of lead, his chest constricted as if a giant hand were squeezing the air out of him.

His wide, tear-filled eyes were locked on Reina, silently begging her to stop, to reconsider, to do anything but what he feared most.

But he didn't have to wait long for his worst fears to be realized.

"That…" Kirito stammered, his voice trembling as his gaze fell on Ross's cock. His heart sank.

It was already fully erect, throbbing with barely restrained lust, and it was monstrous—easily the largest Kirito had ever seen.

Its sheer size was intimidating, a grotesque display of power that seemed to mock Kirito in every way.

"Reina!" he shouted, his voice cracking with desperation as his wife leaned closer to Ross, her lips just inches from that obscene sight.

For a brief moment, Reina hesitated. Her eyes flickered toward Kirito, filled with something resembling regret, but it was fleeting. A second later, her lips met Ross's cock.

Kirito's entire body went cold.

He stood frozen as Reina pressed her lips against it, kissing it as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Then her tongue darted out, sliding along its length with deliberate precision.

She licked every ridge and vein, her movements hesitant yet dutiful.

The sight was unbearable, but when she took him into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then with growing fervor, Kirito felt his knees weaken.

"Reina, stop!" he shouted again, his voice hoarse and desperate. But his words fell on deaf ears.

She didn't stop.

Her focus was entirely on Ross, her actions methodical yet undeniably intimate. Each movement of her lips, each swirl of her tongue, seemed practiced, as though she had accepted this as her reality.

Kirito could only stand there, helpless, as his wife degraded herself in front of him and everyone else.

The betrayal cut deep, but so did the realization of his own powerlessness. He wanted to run to her, to pull her away, to demand an end to this humiliation. But he knew better.

Ross's threat hung heavily in the air, a constant reminder that any resistance would be met with death.

Kirito's fists clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms, drawing blood. His entire body trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer rage and despair coursing through him.

The minutes dragged on, feeling like hours.

Each second felt like a hammer blow to Kirito's soul as he watched Reina perform acts that should have been reserved for their private moments—acts now tainted by this public display of dominance.

Ross leaned forward slightly, his lips brushing against Reina's ear as he whispered something. The words were inaudible to Kirito, but the effect was immediate.

Reina paused, her lips still wrapped around Ross, before slowly pulling away.

Kirito's heart pounded as she rose to her feet, her naked body trembling slightly. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from exertion, humiliation, or something else entirely, he couldn't tell.

She hesitated for a moment, her hands clenched at her sides, before climbing onto Ross's lap.

Her smooth thighs straddled Ross's legs, her body aligning perfectly with his. Kirito's breath caught in his throat as he watched her position herself.

Her pussy hovered just above Ross's massive cock, her body trembling as she adjusted her stance. The sight was surreal, like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.

Kirito's hands clenched into fists, his nails biting so deeply into his palms that blood began to pool between his fingers. He wanted to scream, to lash out, to do anything—but he was paralyzed.

Ross smirked, leaning back casually as if he had all the time in the world.

"It seems like you're enjoying the view, Kirito," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. He tilted his head, his grin widening.

"Do you really want to watch your wife get fucked right in front of you? Or are you just too excited to look away?"

Kirito's lips quivered, but no sound came out. There was nothing he could say—nothing he could do. Every protest, every plea, every ounce of dignity he had left had already been stripped from him.

Ross's grin turned predatory as he shifted slightly beneath Reina, his hands gripping her hips possessively.

"You should feel honored, really," he said, his voice low but carrying an undeniable edge of cruelty.

"You're about to see what it looks like when a real man takes care of your wife."

Reina's head lowered, her long hair falling like a curtain around her face, shielding her expression. But even from this distance, Kirito could see the glint of tears in her eyes as she moved.

Her body lowered, inch by inch, her trembling pussy drawing closer to Ross's cock.

Kirito held his breath, his entire body shaking. He wanted to look away, to close his eyes and pretend this wasn't happening. But he couldn't.

Some sick, twisted part of him forced him to watch, to bear witness to the destruction of everything he once held dear.

"Reina…" he whispered, his voice breaking.

And then, the unthinkable happened.