Evil MC's NTR Harem

Another week passed, and Ross Oakley's life had shifted in ways he could barely be bothered to notice. His reputation as an unstoppable force was growing faster than he'd expected, fueled by a stream of viral moments that only seemed to magnify his legend.

The latest?

A video of Ross scoring an unbelievable 263 points in a single basketball game. The footage was leaked, and within hours, it had spread across every social media platform, igniting discussions worldwide.

"Isn't this the same guy who knocked out that famous lawyer in Parkland City?" one commenter wrote, stunned by the new twist in Ross's story.

"A basketball prodigy, too? What can't he do?" another added, genuinely baffled.

"He's dating two gorgeous women right now, did you know?"

"And let's not forget, he hit the jackpot in the lottery. I mean, how much luck does one person need?"

It was as if the whole world was holding its breath, mesmerized by the rapid rise of Ross Oakley. To his admirers, he was more than a person—he was an enigma, a living legend, loved by fate itself.

As word of his feats spread, his name became a sensation across forums, news channels, and international outlets.

"Blessed by the gods," some would say, believing him almost untouchable, destined for greatness in all things. The fascination with his story grew, and the media kept digging, unearthing every detail of his life.

Despite the global hype, Ross remained indifferent to the constant buzz. Fame, money, skills—none of it held real value in his eyes. As long as he had his girls, he felt fulfilled.

The world could watch, judge, or praise all it wanted; he simply didn't care.

Ross Oakley was a man with simple needs, at least as far as the outside world knew. What he held close was his own secret, a mystery to everyone but him.

For now, the spotlight followed his every step, drawing legions of fans and followers eager to witness what he might do next.

To the world, he was larger than life. But to Ross, the noise was just that—background chatter in a life he controlled, with his own rules and ambitions, free from anyone's expectations.

"Do you have a moment, Mr. Oakley?" A distinguished-looking older man in crisp business attire approached Ross on campus, his polished shoes and tailored suit setting him apart from the usual crowd.

Ross barely glanced up; such intrusions had become routine, as his recent fame attracted opportunists from every direction.

"Make it quick. I'm busy." Ross didn't break stride, his pace brisk and unbothered. The old man's face twitched at the brush-off, momentarily stunned by the sheer audacity of this young man's dismissal.

But he wasn't about to give up that easily and quickly matched Ross's stride, grateful that he was in decent shape for his age.

Clearing his throat, the man spoke confidently. "The Parkland Knights are offering you a ten-day contract with the team." He paused, hoping for a reaction, but Ross remained unfazed. "Welcome to the NBA, Mr. Oakley! This is a rare opportunity, and our organization believes you have what it takes to make waves in professional basketball."

Ross gave a brief, dismissive glance. "Not interested. I'm sure you're well aware I'm already filthy rich, and I don't need a short-term contract to prove anything to anyone. I'd only consider joining an NBA team if it's on my terms. And trust me, I'd have plenty of conditions that might not sit well with your team. Now, if you'll excuse me—good day, sir."

With a curt nod, Ross turned away, completely unfazed by the man's offer and already mentally moving on from the encounter. To him, the proposal was just another footnote in a long list of attempts to capitalize on his newfound fame.

The old man stopped in his tracks, watching Ross disappear into the crowd with a look of pure disbelief. He shook his head, muttering to himself, "Tsk. What an arrogant young bastard." Disgusted, he spat on the ground and stormed off, silently fuming at how Ross had disregarded an opportunity that would've been life-changing for nearly anyone else.

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Another day ended perfectly, but Ross's evening was far from over. As he walked through the halls of the school, a smug smile spread across his face. He called up his 4 girlfriends, informing them that they were free for the night.

He had something important to take care of, something that required his full attention. The last week had been an absolute marathon of pleasure, and he knew they needed a break.

They had been with him nonstop, and it wouldn't hurt to give them a night to themselves. Even Jade, who had only recently entered the picture, deserved some rest.

Ross had been keeping them busy with late-night escapades, and though he could easily keep it going, he was conscious of not wearing them out too quickly.

As he spoke to them, he felt a strange curiosity creeping up about Jade's situation. She had been spending nights out with him, and yet her husband never seemed to ask questions.

Ross could almost hear her excuses: work commitments, late meetings, the usual. But something nagged at him.

What was the reasoning she gave him for being out all night and only returning in the morning?

If her husband was as clueless as it seemed, Ross couldn't help but find it amusing. Surely, no man could be that naïve, could he? But then again, he had seen stranger things in his life.

He'd probably find out the truth soon enough. He had a feeling Jade's husband wasn't as oblivious as he appeared to be.

"Time to catch a new fish," Ross murmured to himself with a chuckle, his thoughts shifting back to the business at hand. He had someone else in mind tonight—someone who owed him big time.

He had been patient, but his time was coming. He wasn't in the mood to be tied down tonight, and there was no better way to satisfy his appetite for adventure than by sinking his hooks into someone who could provide the thrill he craved.

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