Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 52 Skywalker

Our op evil mc could feel the intensity radiating from his teammates, the tension in the air thick as they moved with purpose and skill.

Even as the outsider, he was now in the middle of it all, wondering if he could keep up or if heʼd just end up beating everyone with his eyes closed.

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Five minutes into the game, and Ross was hardly breaking a sweat. He moved around the court in a lazy, disinterested manner, barely making an effort to get involved in the play. His teammates, who had already made up their minds about him, refused to pass him the ball. Not once did it come his way.

Ross wasnʼt bothered, though. He wasnʼt even trying to hide his lack of enthusiasm. He was content to do the bare minimum, just enough to fulfill the teacherʼs expectations, but not a step further.

After all, this game was more of a nuisance than anything else.

”Ross! What are you doing?! Play with some motivation!” the teacher yelled from the sidelines, his voice carrying across the court.

He was trying to rattle Ross into action, though it was clear to anyone watching that this entire scene had been set up to make Ross look incompetent on the court.

But Ross wasnʼt playing along the way the teacher had expected.

”Iʼm trying, teacher!” Ross called back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. ”What do you want me to do if my teammates wonʼt even pass me the ball?” He threw up his hands dramatically, gesturing to the other players who were too focused on the game to even glance in his direction.

”Play defense, you fool!” the teacher snapped, his patience wearing thin. ”Basketball isnʼt just about shooting the ball, you know! You need to do your part!”

Ross rolled his eyes and shook his head, not feeling the urgency to pick up his pace. ”Yeah, yeah. Defense,” he muttered, barely caring. It wasnʼt like anyone expected him to actually make a difference on the court anyway. He was just filling a spot.

But just as the game seemed to be continuing in its predictable, lazy rhythm, a loud voice echoed across the gym.

”Ross!”

”Weʼre here!”

”Youʼre playing?” Ross turned his head, his gaze landing on Sophia, Jasmine, and Natalie, who had just entered the court, their voices filled with encouragement.

Sophia was waving energetically from the sidelines, while Jasmine gave him a thumbs-up.

Natalie, ever graceful, was smiling from across the room, her eyes locked on him in a way that made his heart beat a little faster.

He could already imagine how he was going to fuck their brains out later tonight.

In that moment, something inside Ross clicked. He couldnʼt let them see him like this—just some lazy guy with no drive. He could look weak or unmotivated in front of anyone, but not in front of them.

Not in front of his women. To let them think he wasnʼt capable, that he didnʼt have the fire to rise to the challenge? That would be downright uncool.

”Heh... I guess it canʼt be helped,” Ross muttered to himself with a sly grin, his eyes now sparking with newfound energy. The fire of competition burned brighter within him, and his entire posture shifted.

He squared his shoulders, standing taller as if some invisible weight had been lifted from him. The lazy swagger heʼd been carrying for the last few minutes was gone, replaced by a focused determination.

He was done being the lazy guy on the court. The game was far from over, and if anyone was going to make an impression today, it was going to be him.

He didnʼt care about impressing the teacher, or even the other players. But in front of his women?

He was going to show them that he wasnʼt just some slacker. Ross Oakley wasnʼt the kind of guy who faded into the background.

With a renewed sense of purpose, he focused on the game. As the ball was passed to one of his teammates, Ross started moving with more energy, his steps more purposeful as he positioned himself to make his mark. The time for playing it safe and doing only the bare minimum was over.

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”Shoot the ball!” one of Rossʼs teammates shouted, trying to get the play moving. Without hesitation, another player took the shot from beyond the three-point line, launching the ball into the air.

”Ding!” The ball clanged off the rim, its path uncertain as it bounced high, heading toward the backboard. But just as it looked like it was going to miss, a figure emerged from the corner of the court, moving faster than anyone could have anticipated.

”BANG!” Ross soared through the air, his body twisting as he reached the basket with explosive force. The rim trembled under the sheer power of his dunk, and the whole gym seemed to shake with the intensity of the moment.

The sound of the ball slamming through the hoop was so loud it seemed to echo for a split second, drowning out everything else.

The game came to a sudden halt as players and spectators alike stood frozen, trying to comprehend what they had just seen.

”What? How could he do that?” one of the teammates gasped, his eyes wide in disbelief. He had never seen Ross move with such speed or power, let alone pull off such a move.

”Is that really the same Ross Oakley from earlier?” another player muttered, unable to wrap his mind around the transformation.

Just minutes ago, Ross had barely been involved in the game, moving like he didnʼt care at all.

Now, he was leaping through the air like a seasoned athlete, dunking with a level of skill and power no one expected.

”This canʼt be happening. This isnʼt supposed to happen,” the PE teacher thought, stunned. He had expected Ross to remain uninterested, to play half-heartedly, as he had before.

But now, it was clear that Ross had something far more impressive to show.