Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 390

Chapter 390: Chapter 390 Race
The next few series in the playoffs unfolded exactly as Ross had anticipated.

“And here you are, ladies and gentlemen, your 2025 NBA champions—the Parkland Knights!” the announcer declared, his voice brimming with excitement.

The arena erupted into chaos, fans roaring with joy. This marked the Knights’ first NBA championship since their founding over 30 years ago.

“Ahhhh… this is unbelievable!”

“Ross Oakley maintained a 100 percent field goal percentage—he didn’t miss a single shot! It’s absurd!”

“Bah, that’s because he’s smart as hell. He only takes high-quality shots. He’s not just some trigger-happy fool.”

Online forums and social media were ablaze with discussions about Ross Oakley.

He was hailed as a basketball legend, and debates raged about whether he was already the greatest of all time (GOAT).

But Ross couldn’t care less. He lived life on his terms, brushing off negativity with the same ease he sank those flawless shots.

After welcoming his son with Althea in May, Ross had a daughter with Mari in August, whom her mother named Anya.

The last arrival was another daughter with his wife Stephany, who named her Adelyn.

The entire experience was a series of joyous occasions, and Ross, naturally, spared no effort in pampering his wives and children from the very start.

He was present through it all, doting on them endlessly and spoiling them rotten.

Ross bought so many things for his growing family that even his massive mansion began to feel cramped under the sheer volume and size of his purchases.

He started with little toys but quickly escalated, going completely overboard with extravagant gifts.

“Ross? Don’t you think this is a little too early for this?” Althea asked, torn between laughter and exasperation.

“What? Don’t you think my babies deserve something like this? It’s perfect for a baby playhouse,” Ross replied, visibly proud of his latest acquisition.

“But that’s not just a baby playhouse, Ross. That’s practically a whole house you’ve brought in here!” Stephany exclaimed.

“Hmmm…” Mari simply nodded in agreement, her expression obviously holding back her laughter.

“Well… the bigger, the better, right?” Ross said with a sheepish grin, scratching his head.

Deep down, even he realized he might have gone a bit over the top this time.

Still, this was how Ross chose to express his love for his children, and he took pride in it.

Every extravagant gesture, every over-the-top gift, and every moment spent doting on his kids came from a place of deep affection.

To Ross, there was no such thing as spoiling them too much—his love knew no bounds.

“Should I get pregnant too?” It was a thought that started to creep into the minds of several of his wives as they observed how Ross treated the mothers of his children.

His devotion to the little ones was undeniable, but it was also clear that his affection extended naturally to the women who bore them.

They were the ones closest to the babies, sharing in his joy and becoming the focal point of his attention during those tender early months.

For many of his wives, this realization sparked a growing desire to experience the same bond.

The idea of having Ross’s child began to take root in their minds, and soon enough, some of them started formulating quiet plans to make it happen.

They knew Ross had a mysterious ability to control the potency of his seed, which added another layer of complexity to their schemes.

Approaching the situation without appearing too desperate became a challenge they were determined to navigate.

Subtlety was key, and each of them devised their own way to plant the idea in Ross’s mind—or to catch him at just the right moment.

Ross, however, remained blissfully unaware of these hidden machinations. He was too preoccupied with enjoying the life he had built.

Every day was filled with laughter and love as he spent time with his growing family.

He cherished the mornings spent playing with his children, the quiet evenings with his wives, and the countless little moments that made life so fulfilling.

The year 2025 flew by in what felt like the blink of an eye, yet it was packed with memories Ross would treasure forever.

From celebrating milestones like first words and first steps to quiet family dinners where everyone was together, his days were a constant reminder of the happiness he had found.

For Ross, this was the life he had always dreamed of—a life where love was abundant, his family was his greatest joy, and every day brought new reasons to smile.

What he didn’t realize was that some of his wives were already plotting to expand that happiness even further, each hoping to add another little bundle of joy to their growing family.

***

January 2026 arrived, bringing with it an air of abundance and new, exciting paths for Ross to explore.

He was already in his 3rd year of college today.

The new year seemed to promise untold possibilities, and Ross, ever the opportunist, could feel that something was on the horizon—something big.

“Hmmm… I smell something interesting in the air. What’s this?” Ross inhaled deeply, savoring the distinct change in the atmosphere.

There was something different, something that tingled at his senses. He took another deep breath, closing his eyes as he let the air fill his lungs.

Opportunity.

He could feel it pulsing around him, as if the very world was about to offer him a new, thrilling chance. It wasn’t just a feeling—he knew it.

He could sense it in his bones, as though the universe itself was whispering to him.

Ross activated his divine sense, a power that allowed him to perceive things beyond ordinary sight, to read the subtle changes in the world around him.

Within moments, he easily pinpointed the cause of the disturbance—a situation that, at first glance, seemed trivial, but in reality, was a golden opportunity waiting to be seized.

“Oh? So that’s how it is,” Ross muttered to himself, a sly grin spreading across his face.

He could see the unfolding situation clearly now. His amusement was evident as he chuckled softly under his breath.

“Hehehe, that fool.”