Evil MC's NTR Harem

The morning arrived, and Ross, along with his girlfriends, pulled into the school parking lot at precisely 6:50 a.m.

The air was crisp, with a faint chill that hinted at the approaching winter.

The group's arrival drew stares from everyone nearby, their flashy presence impossible to ignore.

Among them was Mary, who trailed behind with noticeable dark circles under her eyes, her exhaustion impossible to hide.

It wasn't hard to guess why—she'd probably been up late peeking again.

Unlike Ross's girlfriends, who exuded vitality and looked flawless, Mary hadn't yet been granted the blessings that came with being part of Ross's inner circle.

As the group made their way across the campus, it didn't take long to spot the basketball team.

A large charter bus stood out near the gym, ready to take the team to Havenport City, where their big game was scheduled. Ross led his entourage with the confidence of a king heading to battle.

"What's this, Ross?" Coach Hawkins's voice cut through the morning chatter as he spotted the young man and his companions.

His gaze swept over the group, stopping briefly on each of the girls before fixing back on Ross.

"You brought half the cheerleading squad or something?"

"I brought my own cheering squad, Coach," Ross replied smoothly, his grin practically daring anyone to challenge him.

His casual tone only added to his air of authority, as though this was all perfectly normal.

The coach raised an eyebrow, about to object, but another player quickly interjected.

"Come on, Coach, let them come. Please. We'd play better with Teacher Natalie and the others cheering us on," he said, motioning toward the girls.

The pleading look in his eyes showed he was more interested in impressing the stunning women than focusing on the game.

Coach Hawkins sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Fine," he said, relenting. "But no monkey business. I don't want the school's reputation to get trashed because some of you can't resist fooling around with your cock."

Ross smirked, his confidence unwavering. "Don't worry, Coach. I know when to play basketball and when to play with my cock," he said, his words so bold they left even the coach momentarily speechless.

Nearby, the players groaned in unison, their envy practically radiating off them. Ross's audacity, combined with his undeniable luck, was almost too much to bear.

It wasn't just his words—it was the girls standing around him. Each one was jaw-droppingly gorgeous, their presence enough to make every other guy feel inadequate.

Even Mary, despite her exhaustion, couldn't detract from the group's overwhelming appeal.

Coach Hawkins shook his head, muttering something under his breath, though even he couldn't completely mask the fleeting jealousy that flickered in his eyes.

The bus loomed behind them, but for a moment, it felt as though Ross had already stolen the show before the game had even begun.

With a grin that screamed triumph, Ross led his group toward the bus, the players parting to make way for him and his "cheering squad."

It was clear that wherever Ross went, chaos—and envy—followed in his wake.

The school basketball team's roster consisted of 15 active players, but at that moment, neither the coach nor even the driver could keep their attention on the game ahead.

Instead, every single pair of eyes was locked onto Ross's women.

Dressed in outfits that clung to their curves and left just enough to the imagination, the girls exuded a confidence that was impossible to ignore.

Their beauty, combined with their suggestive attire, turned heads without effort. For the boys on the team, maintaining their composure—let alone focusing on basketball—became a near-impossible task.

Even the coach, usually strict and professional, found his gaze lingering longer than he'd like to admit.

The atmosphere on the bus was electric, a mix of excitement, envy, and barely restrained arousal.

Trying not to get a hard-on in their presence was a battle none of the boys seemed equipped to win.

The hour-long drive to Havenport City turned into the most stimulating—and uncomfortable—ride of the boys' lives.

Ross's girls weren't the type to sit quietly and mind their own business. Instead, they were busy pampering him in every way imaginable.

One fed him grapes while another peeled an orange, holding the pieces up to his lips with a playful smile.

Another girl giggled at one of his jokes, leaning in close to rest her head on his shoulder.

The others chimed in with laughter, their voices sweet and alluring, as they competed for his attention.

For the boys sitting nearby, it was torture. They could only watch as Ross basked in their affection, looking like a king surrounded by devoted courtiers.

The casual intimacy between him and his girls was enough to drive them mad with jealousy.

Their muttered curses filled the bus, a mix of frustration and hopeless envy.

"Damn it, why does it have to be him?" one player grumbled under his breath.

"How's a guy supposed to focus on a game with this going on?" another whispered, shaking his head.

Even the coach, who normally didn't have time for distractions, found himself glancing back now and then, his expression torn between disapproval and disbelief.

The driver, too, kept sneaking peeks through the rearview mirror, his focus on the road clearly wavering.

By the time they finally arrived at Eastmount College, the boys were exhausted—not from the ride itself, but from the sheer emotional strain of enduring an hour in Ross's presence.

Breakfast was waiting for them in the school dining hall, but the moment they stepped off the bus, a new wave of attention washed over them.

Students from Eastmount College had already gathered to catch a glimpse of the visiting team.

Yet, instead of sizing up the players, their eyes were glued to Ross and his entourage.

The girls trailing behind him were breathtakingly beautiful, and their mere presence seemed to elevate the entire group's aura.

"Are those really the Sunset Hills University cheerleaders?" someone whispered in disbelief.

"They're supposed to be our rivals, but damn, I can't even hate them right now," another muttered, unable to tear his eyes away.

The whispers grew louder as the group entered the dining hall. The Eastmount boys couldn't stop staring, their gazes fixed on Ross's girls as if they were otherworldly beings.

"Wow, what a lineup of beauties!" one student exclaimed, his voice a mix of awe and longing. Stay connected through empire

"If I could have just one of them, I'd die a happy man," his friend replied, sighing dramatically.

"Idiot! Don't you know those are Ross Oakley's girls?" another chimed in, his tone sharp.

"Wait, I thought he only had two girlfriends. Where did the other four come from?"

"Why the hell are you asking me? You think I know how he does it?"

The chatter spread like wildfire through the hall. Everywhere Ross went, heads turned, and the air seemed to buzz with a mix of admiration and envy.

Even the girls at Eastmount couldn't help but glance curiously at the stunning women by his side, whispering to each other about who they might be.

Ross, of course, took it all in stride. His confident smirk never wavered as he walked through the crowd like he owned the place, his girls sticking close to him like planets orbiting their sun.

He didn't need to say a word; his presence alone was enough to command attention.

The Eastmount team, meanwhile, could only stare in disbelief.

They were supposed to be preparing for a game, but all anyone could focus on was Ross and the group of women who made even their best efforts seem insignificant.

It was clear that, win or lose, Ross Oakley had already stolen the show.

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"Beep!" The referee's whistle pierced the air, signaling the start of the much-anticipated game between the two schools.

It was exactly one o'clock, and the tension in the gymnasium was palpable.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

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