Evil MC's NTR Harem

Ross leaned back with a casual grin, crossing his arms as he basked in their admiration. "A true gentleman," he began, savoring their anticipation, "never kisses and tells." His friends groaned in protest, so he added, "But yeah, they're both officially my girlfriends."

A chorus of congratulations erupted, mixed with a healthy dose of teasing. His friends patted him on the back, clearly impressed and maybe just a little jealous. The camaraderie was thick, and Ross chuckled along with them, soaking in the moment.

"Man, you've got it made!" Dennis said, shaking his head in disbelief. "Two of the hottest girls on campus—and both of them are into you. It's like you're living in a movie, Ross."

Just as Ross was about to respond, the room suddenly fell silent. The laughter and chatter around him faded as every head turned toward the doorway.

There, standing just inside the room, was a striking figure—someone new, someone who seemed to capture every guy's undivided attention.

She was tall and elegant, with jet-black hair that fell in soft waves past her shoulders. Her eyes were sharp and captivating, a piercing shade of green that seemed to hold secrets.

Dressed in a sleek, fitted leather jacket and dark jeans, she looked like she had just walked off the set of a high-fashion magazine shoot.

Ross's friends nudged him, whispering in excitement. "Who is that?" Daryl muttered, eyes wide.

As the room fell silent, all eyes were fixed on the figure standing in the doorway. To everyone's surprise, the striking presence belonged to none other than their new teacher.

She had an aura that instantly commanded respect—tall and elegant, with jet-black hair that cascaded past her shoulders in soft waves.

Her eyes were a piercing shade of green, and they swept over the room with a calm but intense focus, leaving no one out of her sharp gaze.

Dressed in such a trendy manner, she looked far from the typical college instructor.

Her style had an effortless sophistication to it, and she exuded a confidence that seemed almost magnetic. The guys in the room, including Ross, were captivated.

She walked to the front of the class with a quiet authority, setting down her bag and arranging a few books on the desk before finally addressing them. Her voice was smooth but commanding.

"Good morning, class. My name is Professor Kendall," she announced, her gaze sweeping over them once more, as if silently assessing each student. "I'll be your new instructor in macro economics for this semester. Mister Dinopol has had some health problems he needs to deal with and has taken an indefinite leave from teaching."

The students exchanged glances, clearly intrigued. Dennis leaned toward Ross, whispering in a barely-contained whisper, "Man, we lucked out this semester big time."

Ross suppressed a smirk, crossing his arms as he settled back in his seat. The professor's charisma was undeniable, and it was clear she had already left an impression on the class.

Professor Kendall's gaze eventually landed on Ross. For a brief moment, their eyes met, and he thought he saw something flicker in her expression, an almost imperceptible hint of interest or curiosity. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the same composed look she held for the rest of the room.

As she began to outline her expectations for the class, her voice was steady, professional, yet somehow captivating. Ross couldn't help but feel a strange pull, a curiosity about her that he hadn't felt with any other teacher before.

It was probably because professor Kendall was undoubtedly the most beautiful teacher he'd seen in the university so far.

"Let's get one thing clear," Professor Kendall said, her tone firm, yet oddly warm. "I expect dedication and effort in this class. If you're here to slack off, consider this your warning. But if you're willing to work hard, you'll get more than just a grade from this course."

There was a quiet murmur of acknowledgment from the students, and the classroom seemed to hang on her every word. Ross found himself unexpectedly drawn to the challenge in her eyes, as if she'd set an unspoken standard for him to meet.

For the first time in a long while, he felt that familiar rush of wanting to impress—not just because he could, but because something about her made him want to try.

As Professor Kendall moved on to her lecture, Dennis nudged him again. "Looks like we've got our hands full this semester," he whispered with a grin.

Ross just smirked, his attention fixed on the new teacher at the front of the room. Something told him this semester was going to be more interesting than he'd anticipated.

Since he was intrigued, he activated his divine sense and, in a single breath, gleaned everything there was to know about Professor Natalie Kendall. Her academic achievements, personal interests, and even her subtle quirks unfurled before him like an open book.

Our op evil MC's grin widened as he absorbed the information. With each detail, he began to form a plan, recognizing that she possessed both beauty and intelligence—traits that only heightened his interest.

But of course, no one was perfect; everyone harbored dark secrets they preferred to keep locked away in the depths of their closets, hidden behind a trillion locks. Ross understood this well.

With this knowledge in hand, he felt a surge of confidence, realizing that he had numerous ways to worm his way into his teacher's heart—and perhaps more intimately, her bed.

The prospect of uncovering her hidden vulnerabilities excited him, offering a pathway to not just her trust but her body as well.

Our op evil MC's could not help but chuckle as he set his sights on a new target. After all, a student's experience wouldn't be complete without bagging a teacher or two during his time in school.

One hour later, the class finally came to an end. The students had focused intently, particularly the boys, all eager to impress their beautiful, alluring teacher.

As the final bell rang, a wave of chatter filled the room, but Ross remained composed, his eyes fixed on Professor Natalie Kendall as she began to tidy up her desk.

Taking a deep breath, Ross approached her with a calm confidence. "Yes? Are you having trouble with something in the course?" Professor Kendall looked up, momentarily startled by the presence of the thin, tall young man standing before her.

He was striking, his features sharp and defined, but what caught her attention even more was the way he had watched her throughout the class—with an intensity that both intrigued and annoyed her.

She had tried to redirect his focus by tossing him challenging questions, only to find that he answered them all flawlessly, maintaining a cool, unwavering confidence that set him apart from the rest.

But it was his next words that sent a shiver down her spine. "Imagine my surprise to finally see you in the flesh. Hello there, pink Barbie," he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

Professor Kendall felt her breath hitch as she processed his words. "Pink Barbie" was a nickname that only she recognized, a playful moniker from her past that she thought had remained a secret.

Yet here stood this young, thin man, casually throwing it around as if he had known her all along. Panic surged within her, a tumult of confusion and concern.

How did he know?!