Evil MC's NTR Harem-Chapter 574 - Hustle

One month later, the production of the movie was in full swing.

The film centered on a story as old as time—a second chance at love and romance. It was a tale of rekindled passion, heartbreak, and the messy chaos of lovers trying to find their way back to one another.

While the premise itself wasn't groundbreaking, it didn't need to be. What mattered was execution.

And with Ross involved, this movie was destined to top the charts.

From day one, he made sure of that.

Everything had been set for the perfect opening scene.

"Alright, lights! Camera! Action!"

Silence blanketed the set. The air grew thick with anticipation.

Then, soft moans filled the room.

The camera focused on the subtle, shifting figures beneath the silk sheets. Their movements were slow at first—tantalizing, suggestive, the rustling of fabric hinting at passion unfolding beneath the covers.

Heavy breathing, low gasps, and the occasional hushed whisper set the atmosphere, creating a sense of intimacy that pulled everyone in.

Then, finally, the moment arrived.

The blanket was yanked down, revealing the two lovers tangled beneath it.

Ross and Nicole.

Their lips were locked in a kiss—deep, heated, intense.

Nicole's heart pounded violently against her ribs.

Oh… my… God…

Her mind was screaming, reeling, trying to process what was happening to her.

She had kissed before—of course she had. She wasn't new to intimacy. She had a boyfriend, and they had shared many kisses. But this—this was something else entirely.

Ross's lips were firm yet commanding, his movements so perfectly measured that it felt as though he wasn't just following a script—he was writing it.

Every brush of his tongue, every subtle shift of his body, sent waves of sensation through her, making her hyper-aware of his presence.

His hands never strayed beyond what was necessary for the scene. He didn't grab her inappropriately or step out of line.

And yet, he was still completely in control.

There was something about him—the way he moved, the way he kissed, the way he held her with just enough strength to make her feel utterly taken—that sent an undeniable heat pooling in her stomach.

She tried to focus. Tried to stay in character.

But she was drowning.

His breath against her skin, his lips against hers—it was too much.

The kiss deepened.

His tongue swept against hers, coaxing her into a rhythm so intoxicating that she lost herself in it. She didn't even realize she was mirroring him—responding, matching his intensity.

A shudder ran through her.

A low, involuntary moan slipped past her lips, swallowed instantly by Ross's mouth.

Her body was on fire.

A dangerous kind of pleasure was building, coiling deep inside her.

She needed to stop. She had to stop.

But then—

"Ahhhhhh—!"

It hit her.

A shockwave of pleasure erupted from within her, and before she could control it, her body convulsed, her limbs trembling as she came undone beneath him.

The world faded away.

For a moment—just a fleeting handful of breaths—everything went blank.

The cameras. The crew. The entire set.

Nothing existed except the overwhelming euphoria flooding her veins.

She didn't even realize she had closed her eyes, relishing the aftershocks of what had just happened.

Then, somewhere in the distance—

"CUT! Good take! That was awesome, you two!"

The director's voice snapped her back to reality.

Nicole's eyes flew open.

Her breathing was uneven, her pulse still racing.

Oh God.

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For a terrifying second, she couldn't move.

Her gaze darted to Ross. He was still hovering over her, his expression unreadable. He wasn't smirking, wasn't teasing, wasn't giving any indication that he had noticed what just happened to her.

Had he realized?

Did he know?

She wanted to die from the embarrassment.

Slowly, Ross pulled away, breaking the lingering closeness between them. He shifted off her with a fluid, effortless grace, standing upright as if nothing at all had happened.

Nicole, on the other hand, still felt weak.

Her legs were tingling, her body still buzzing from the unexpected climax she had just experienced.

She forced herself to sit up, trying to regain composure before anyone on set noticed the way she was still struggling to breathe properly.

She risked another glance at Ross.

Nothing.

He wasn't looking at her. He wasn't saying anything. This was good of course.

But that somehow made it worse.

Because now, she didn't know if he had noticed and was simply choosing to ignore it—or if he had been so completely unbothered that it hadn't even registered to him at all.

Neither option was comforting.

As she sat there, still recovering from the unexpected intensity of the scene, one thing became painfully clear to her.

Working with Ross Oakley—this man who exuded power, mystery, and effortless control—was going to be the hardest thing she had ever done.

Because how was she supposed to act normal when her body was already betraying her?

The day went as usual—long, exhausting, and demanding every ounce of effort from the entire crew. It was a mix of focus and chaos, every person doing their part to keep the production running smoothly.

From the morning's first take to the final cut, Nicole had given it her all. She could feel the weight of the day's hard work pressing against her body, but there was also a sense of pride in how far they had come.

The crew was upbeat, giving positive feedback, and Nicole could sense that the movie was heading in the right direction.

But by the time she was finally alone in her hotel room, she felt completely drained.

She let out a deep breath, grateful for the quiet after the whirlwind of the day. Her muscles were sore from the constant movement, her mind buzzing with the intense energy of the set.

Nicole immediately peeled off her clothes and stepped into the shower, the warm water easing the tension in her body. She stood there for a while, letting the heat envelop her, letting her thoughts drift.