Evil MC's NTR Harem

Our OP MC had thought long and hard before settling on who would be his perfect first girlfriend. As the strongest man in the universe, there was no sense in settling for anything mediocre.

He knew that with his unmatched power and status, the woman at his side had to reflect that—someone who embodied the peak of beauty, intellect, and social standing.

Anything less would be beneath him.

It was this reasoning that led him to target the indisputable queen of the campus: Sophia Ashcroft, the girl every man coveted but only one had claimed.

She was the kind of woman who turned heads wherever she went, her beauty so striking it was almost surreal. Her presence was magnetic, her figure a living fantasy, the very image of temptation itself.

Sophia was not just beautiful—she was like a flawless piece of art, with delicate features and a body that could bring men to their knees.

She had the face of an innocent angel, yet her figure exuded an irresistible, seductive allure. It was as if she had been crafted specifically to drive men wild with desire.

But Sophia wasn’t just a pretty face. She was one of the top students in her class, admired not only for her looks but for her intellect.

She came from a family of wealth and influence, her father being none other than the mayor of the city. His power extended far beyond the campus, with authority over millions.

Sophia moved through life with the grace of someone who knew she was destined for greatness, and our MC found this intoxicating.

She was, in every way, the perfect woman—beauty, brains, and status. What more could he ask for?

However, there was one small complication in what our MC wanted to achieve: Sophia was already taken.

"Sophia has a boyfriend," he muttered to himself, annoyance flashing in his eyes.

But a mere boyfriend was hardly an obstacle for someone of his stature. The boy was insignificant—an ant in comparison to the godlike power our MC wielded. Still, it was a matter of principle.

He didn’t just want Sophia; he wanted her to be his alone, utterly devoted to him.

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With a simple thought, he expanded his divine sense, reaching out to locate her within the sprawling campus. It took less than a breath to find her.

She was in the library, casually flipping through a book, her presence glowing in his mind like a beacon.

What thrilled him even more, however, was the confirmation of a detail he had hoped for: Sophia was still a virgin.

In this day and age, and especially for someone like Sophia—an irresistible blend of innocence and seduction—it was nothing short of a miracle that she had managed to keep herself pure.

Our op MC couldn’t help but smirk. This made his conquest even more satisfying. She was untouched, unspoiled by lesser men, and he would be the one to claim her.

The fact that she had resisted temptation so far, despite the countless men who surely vied for her, only made her all the more appealing in his eyes.

His thoughts raced as he considered the possibilities. Yes, Sophia was perfect. More than that, she was a challenge—a prize that would be his, no matter what.

"Hmmm… what to do?" our OP MC mused, his brow furrowing in concentration as he weighed his options.

The thought of simply hypnotizing Sophia into becoming his devoted girlfriend crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

He certainly didn’t want a zombie girlfriend—someone who would mindlessly obey his every command. That kind of relationship would lack the excitement and thrill of genuine attraction and passion.

Where was the fun in having someone who didn’t choose to be with him, who didn’t want to be swept off her feet?

"No," he thought, shaking his head. "That would take all the excitement out of the chase."

As he paced, a wicked grin spread across his face. "Then I’ll just have to improvise," he declared, his mind racing with possibilities.

He began to formulate a perfect plan, one that would allow him to win Sophia’s heart while still keeping the thrill of the pursuit alive.

"There’s no perfect time like the present," our OP MC chuckled, excitement coursing through him as he set his plan into motion right then and there.

* * *

Sophia was immersed in her studies, her textbooks sprawled open across the table in the quiet corner of the library.

As she focused intently on her notes for the upcoming exams, the low hum of conversations and the soft rustle of pages turned created a comforting backdrop.

Just as she was about to highlight a particularly important section, her phone vibrated on the desk beside her.

At first, she thought it was her boyfriend checking in on her, a sweet gesture she had grown accustomed to.

But when she glanced at the screen, her heart sank as she noticed the message was from an unknown number. A frown creased her forehead as she hesitated before opening it.

What she saw shocked her to her core. The message contained a dozen documents, each one revealing her father’s dark deeds.

Her eyes widened as she scrolled through the files, each one more alarming than the last.

Among them were records of several offshore bank accounts, each one boasting deposits in the hundreds of millions.

The numbers were staggering, and disbelief washed over her—could this really be true?

Yet, as her mind raced, she reminded herself that in this day and age, anything could be fabricated. The thought of her father, the respected mayor of the city, being involved in such corruption felt impossible.

But then she stumbled upon what seemed to be the most damning evidence of all—a video file.

With trembling hands, she clicked on it and felt her stomach churn as her father appeared on the screen, his voice filled with a chilling confidence as he discussed his cut from an ongoing road project in the city.

The weight of his words settled heavily on her, making it hard to breathe.

Panic surged within her. She glanced left and right, her heart racing, and felt a wave of relief wash over her when she realized that no one in the library seemed to have noticed her distress.

The quiet atmosphere enveloped her, making the revelation feel all the more surreal.

Was this really happening? Could her father, the man she admired and looked up to, be involved in something so treacherous?

Just as she tried to process the gravity of the situation, her phone dinged again, cutting through her chaotic thoughts. Another message had arrived, and she felt a mix of anxiety and urgency as she read it.

"Meet me at room 207."