[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem":3,"chapter-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-166":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Evil MC's NTR Harem",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1831715,2438,"Chapter 166 Comeback is Real","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-166",166,"\u003Cp>The next day arrived, and Ross was surrounded by his girls, each as stunning as the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since this was just a local game, there was no need for the team to take the bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, Ross drove to the city basketball arena with his entourage, their arrival causing quite a stir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena was packed, teeming with students from both Sunset Hills University and Pendle Norton University.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parking was a challenge, but they managed to find a spot in the crowded lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The best part of the event?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Admission was free, which meant an even larger crowd had gathered to cheer for their respective teams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dennis and Daryl were there too, sharing a few playful jabs with Ross before the game started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their banter was lighthearted, the kind of camaraderie Ross had grown to appreciate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But while the game hadn’t begun yet, it was clear that most of the attention wasn’t on the players warming up—it was on Ross’s girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men in the crowd couldn’t keep their eyes off them, and the whispers started almost immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn, bro, look at those bitches!\" one guy muttered, nudging his friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’d kill to have just one of them babes,\" another said, his voice thick with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And he’s got seven?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He added more to his list! Deym!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every single one is drop-dead gorgeous.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ross Oakley is one lucky bastard!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The envious stares and murmurs only intensified as Ross’s harem stood confidently by his side, completely unfazed by the attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boys in the crowd looked on with pure jealousy, their admiration for Ross’s skills on the court now mixed with a grudging respect—and outright envy—for his off-court success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whistle blew, signaling the start of the game. The opposing team had the first possession, and the deafening roar of the crowd filled the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rivalry between Sunset Hills University and Pendle Norton University wasn’t just a game—it was war, fueled by generations of grudges and fierce competition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Kill them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t let them score!\" Discover hidden tales at empire\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wreck them, Ross!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy in the stands was electric, but the intensity on the court was even greater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trash talk flowed as freely as the basketball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, you’re the so-called ’wonder boy,’ huh? NBA at 18?\" the Pendle Norton point guard sneered, dribbling lazily as he crossed half-court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let me tell you something—you just got lucky. I’m going to prove that game was a fluke and show the world you’re nothing but a fraud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross smirked, his voice calm yet laced with mockery. \"Less talk, more action. Honestly, I don’t even consider you clowns worthy opponents. I belong on a much bigger stage. This place?\" He gestured around the court dismissively. \"This is just a circus to me—and guess what? You and your boys are the main attraction.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The point guard’s face twisted in anger. \"You arrogant bastard,\" he spat, before charging forward. He attempted a flashy crossover, aiming to blow past Ross, but the plan went disastrously wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ross read the move perfectly, reaching out to tap the ball free. He hustled for the loose ball and snatched it away with ease. Without wasting a second, he sprinted toward the opposing side of the court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stopping just behind the three-point line, Ross could have gone for an easy layup, but that wasn’t his style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confidence coursing through him, he rose for a jumper instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the ball even reached the hoop, Ross turned away, certain of the result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ball sliced cleanly through the net, not touching the rim. The crowd erupted in a deafening cheer, their reaction confirming what Ross already knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced back at the point guard, his smile widening. Leaning in just enough for his opponent to hear, Ross spoke softly, his words dripping with confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Only three-pointers for me today. Get ready to witness the most unforgettable game of your life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The point guard’s jaw clenched as Ross jogged back to his side of the court, his presence commanding attention from everyone in the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tone for the game had been set—and it was clear who would dominate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beep!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty minutes later, the whistle blew, signaling the end of the first half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scoreboard displayed a staggering 169 to 23. Even someone completely unfamiliar with basketball could tell the outcome was already set in stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No comeback could change this. It would take nothing short of a miracle to close such an insurmountable gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fans and students of Pendle Norton sat in stunned silence, their earlier enthusiasm snuffed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope was a distant memory, replaced by resignation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that it mattered to Ross, our OP evil MC, who was already scheming how to make the most of his 15-minute halftime break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I thought we were done considering Ross Oakley as our primary suspect, Detective Gwen,\" Asher said, clearly puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We are,\" Gwen Monroe replied, her face serious. \"This is just a final follow-up interview. Who knows—he might slip up today. Call it a hunch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Gwen couldn’t reveal the real reason they were here: Ross had sent her a text, summoning her to the game and asking for an interview during halftime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d watched his performance earlier and couldn’t help but be amazed. His shooting was flawless—he only took threes, and every single one had gone in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no amount of basketball prowess could erase the truth about him. As talented as he was on the court, Ross Oakley was also a manipulative, blackmailing man—a dangerous one at that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s waiting for you inside, detectives,\" Coach Hawkins informed them, gesturing to the locker room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you. We’ll make it quick,\" Gwen said. She and Asher stepped toward the door, but Hawkins stopped them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ross said he’ll only talk to the lady,\" the coach added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gwen and Asher exchanged a glance, the unspoken question hanging in the air. Finally, Gwen nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s fine. Just wait outside,\" she said, stepping through the door alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was quiet, the faint echo of the crowd still audible through the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gwen’s pulse quickened despite herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tried to keep her thoughts professional, but her mind betrayed her, wandering to all the inappropriate possibilities of why Ross had insisted on seeing her alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how much she resisted, her body betrayed her too, responding to the mere thought of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hated that she couldn’t control it—that she couldn’t control herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, she could only think of one thing on why Ross has summoned her to see him today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh.\" Gwen took a deep breath of acceptance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straightening her back and steeling her resolve, she pushed the thoughts aside and faced Ross, determined not to let him see even a flicker of weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>",1123,"2026-06-09T06:18:43.919Z",1,"novelbin.me","4ab76778030db4dbb78ec17730491d34492add0e7e252b8fdb9c25f57e0899c0","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-167","evil-mc-s-ntr-harem-chapter-165",1212,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fevil-mc-s-ntr-harem-cover.jpg"]