Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 54: Chapter 54 Gang

But what shocked everyone the most wasn't just the numbers. It was Ross's demeanor. Despite the flawless performance, there was no arrogance in his expression. No boastful gestures.

He didn't even seem overly focused on his stats. He played with an ease and confidence, almost as if this was just another day on the court. And that only made the players and the coach more amazed.

They were seeing a natural talent that wasn't being overshadowed by pride or showmanship. It was raw, pure skill on display—something that couldn't be taught or learned.

The players, who had initially dismissed him as just another rookie, now couldn't stop staring at him. Their eyes were wide with awe, their jaws slightly slack.

They looked at Ross like he was a monster of the game—someone who had transcended the normal rules of basketball. He had done what they thought was impossible: achieving perfection on the court.

Ross had gone from being an afterthought to the center of attention. Every dribble, every move was executed flawlessly, and the crowd couldn't help but applaud.

They didn't just see a player who was good—they saw a player who could change the course of the game, who could redefine what it meant to be a basketball star.

And through it all, Ross didn't waver. As he stood there, with the game winding down and the crowd still processing his unreal performance, a small, confident grin tugged at his lips.

For a moment, he allowed himself to savor the shock and admiration radiating from everyone in the gym. He had just shown them what he was capable of, and there was no turning back now.

He wasn't just another player on the team—he was the one everyone would remember.

The game ended with ross scoring more than 200 points on the court. At this time, everyone was cheering his name whenever he would touch the ball and get it in his hands.

They all knew that he was going to score again and he had also respected their adulation by simply making flashy nice shots one after another. He was quick on his feet and impossibly strong to boot.

And although he was a one man team, that did not matter since he could easily convert every possession with a score.

It even got to the point where all his teammates would defer to him and pass him the ball always. Ross became an impromptu point guard and playmaker.

When the game ended, the PE teacher called out to Ross amidst the deafening shouts and chants of the students in the gym. The noise was overwhelming, but the teacher's voice cut through it, firm and purposeful.

"Ross, are you interested in joining the basketball team?" he asked, stepping closer. "I know the coach really well, and I could easily get you a starting spot in the lineup."

Ross, still catching his breath from the intense game, glanced over at the teacher, surprised by the sudden attention. The PE teacher pulled him aside, away from the crowd, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

At first, the teacher had been envious of Ross's natural talent, but now that feeling had evaporated. What replaced it was something even more powerful: the vision of a bright future.

He saw himself not just as a teacher, but as the one who discovered a hidden gem, someone who could change the course of basketball.

In his mind, he was already picturing Ross leading the team to championships, earning accolades, and becoming a legend.

The PE teacher's imagination ran wild. He could almost hear the roar of the crowd as Ross sunk the game-winning shot in the final seconds of a national championship.

He pictured Ross, with his raw skill and untapped potential, becoming the player that everyone would talk about for decades.

In fact, he even imagined Ross one day being celebrated as the greatest of all time, the GOAT of basketball, a name etched alongside the legends of the sport.

"Just think about it," the teacher continued, a spark in his voice. "You have the talent, Ross. With the right coaching, you could go all the way. And the school will be there, helping you every step of the way."

Ross stood still for a moment, processing the offer. It was tempting—more than tempting, actually.

The teacher had given him an opportunity that many would only dream of, one that could shape his future in ways he hadn't imagined yet.

"I can accept the offer, but under a few conditions," Ross said with a sly smile, his tone casual as he leaned against the wall, clearly comfortable with the attention.

He wasn't one to shy away from negotiating the terms that suited him.

He outlined his terms plainly: no practices, no grueling training sessions. He would only step onto the court when the competition was on, when the stakes were high and the crowd was watching.

"Being a legend at running around a ball sounds like a decent way to spend my time," Ross added, a quiet amusement in his voice. The idea of playing basketball without the grind of endless practice felt almost too good to be true.

The PE teacher blinked in surprise but quickly recovered, clearly taken aback by Ross's audacity yet impressed by his confidence.

"I'll let the coach know," he replied with a grin, his voice laced with admiration. "But with the way you played today, I doubt he'll have any reason to refuse you. You've got talent, Ross, and it's hard to ignore that."

The teacher paused, then gave Ross a firm pat on the back, a gesture that seemed more sincere than usual, as if to congratulate him further for the impressive performance.

Ross had caught his attention in a way that no other student had in a long while.

As Ross turned to leave, the teacher stood there for a moment, deep in thought. The jealousy he had initially felt toward Ross had evaporated completely, replaced by a genuine admiration.

He realized that he hadn't been looking at just another student—he had been looking at someone with the potential to change everything.

His mind began to race with possibilities, thinking of how his role in Ross's journey might unfold.

Then, as if a lightbulb went off in his head, the teacher finally understood why girls like Natalie and so many others on campus seemed to gravitate toward Ross.

It wasn't his appearance, which was, admittedly, rather average by most standards. It wasn't the clothes he wore or his charisma—though he did have that, too.

It was his boundless talent, the raw potential that radiated from him. Ross Oakley wasn't just a regular student; he was someone who could become extraordinary.

The teacher couldn't help but think about how, in a few years, Ross could be the one to lead the school to championship titles or even beyond, to a professional career that would be the talk of the country.

He had discovered this gem, and it filled him with an unexpected sense of pride. Maybe he was witnessing the start of something legendary.

The PE teacher, a man of modest stature and a heart full of admiration, couldn't help but let his mind wander. If he were a woman, he mused, he'd likely be as eager as the rest to throw caution to the wind for a chance to be near Ross Oakley and spread his legs also for our op evil mc.

The allure of greatness, the intoxicating aura of a legend, could easily cloud judgment of anyone and do crazy things without care, a fact the PE teacher understood all too well.

Yet, Ross, the cunning architect of this evening's intrigue, was oblivious to the reverie of his subordinate. His gaze was fixed on the three women by his side, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Guess what?" he announced, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I have someone special I'll introduce you to later. I got a feeling that tonight's gonna be a good night. Hehehe." Ross looked at his girls with a confident grin, his mind already racing with excitement.

He could easily imagine how this night was going to unfold—one filled with unforgettable moments that would linger in their memories for a long time. He was certain this was going to be a night to remember.

Sophia, Jasmine, and Natalie were far from naive. They knew exactly what this night had in store—one of those unforgettable, all-consuming nights.

A night where passion and indulgence would take center stage, leaving no room for hesitation.

The thought of it alone, the anticipation of the thrill to come, made their knees weak, their hearts racing with a mix of excitement and desire.

They could already feel the magnetic pull of what awaited them, and it was almost too much to bear.

However, the thought of someone new being introduced to their circle wasn't lost on them either.

They had a subtle inkling that another girl would soon be joining their close-knit group, adding a new layer to their already intense lewd connection.