Infinite Rebate: I Get Richer Every Time I Spend

A timeout was still ongoing.

The cheerleaders rushed onto the court for their performance.

Right at the front, the blonde captain stepped forward with a confident, slutty smile already aimed straight at Lucas. Her tight blue-and-white top stretched tightly over her big, full breasts, the fabric so snug that every bounce made them jiggle heavily. Her short pleated skirt barely covered her round ass as she began the routine.

She danced specifically for him.

While the rest of the squad moved in formation, her eyes never left Lucas. She rolled her hips slowly, deliberately bouncing her big breasts with every sharp movement, making them strain against the tight top. When she turned, she arched her back and stuck her ass out, letting the short skirt flip up just enough to tease. Every time she jumped or shook her pom-poms, her heavy tits bounced hard, and she made sure Lucas saw every single jiggle.

She licked her lips while staring at him.

She winked.

She even ran her hands slowly down the sides of her breasts during one move, pushing them together for a second before continuing the routine.

The whole performance was pure teasing aimed at only one person in the gym.

When the dance ended, the cheerleaders started walking back toward the sideline. As the captain passed near Lucas, she moved with casual confidence. Without breaking stride, she slipped a small folded piece of paper into his hand so smoothly that even he didn’t fully realize what had happened until his fingers closed around it.

Lucas looked down, confused, and opened the paper.

A phone number.

He looked up.

She was already looking back at him over her shoulder. A slow, knowing smile curved her lips as she gave him another deliberate wink, then turned and walked away, her big breasts still bouncing lightly under the tight top and her short skirt swaying with every step.

---

The game resumed, but something had changed.

It wasn’t the scoreboard.

It wasn’t the crowd.

It was Ashford.

For the first time all season, their players stopped looking over their shoulders for Coach Harris’s approval and started looking for Lucas instead.

The ball moved differently.

There was purpose behind every pass.

Confidence behind every cut.

The point guard, who had spent the entire first quarter pretending Lucas didn’t exist, barely crossed half court before firing him the ball without hesitation.

Lucas caught it cleanly.

The moment the leather touched his fingertips, the entire Northlake defense shifted toward him.

Two defenders.

Then three.

Even Dexter abandoned his assignment, charging over like a man possessed.

Lucas smiled.

"Finally."

Yesterday, Ghost had drilled one lesson into him over and over again.

"Street ball ain’t about scoring every play. The moment three people chase you... somebody else is eating."

Lucas jab-stepped toward the middle.

Exactly as expected, all three defenders collapsed.

Without even looking, he whipped a no-look bounce pass straight through the smallest gap between them.

Devon caught it in stride.

Wide open.

Nobody within ten feet.

For a split second, Devon froze.

He wasn’t used to being this open.

Lucas’s voice snapped him back to reality.

"Shoot!"

Devon rose.

The ball left his fingertips.

Swish.

Nothing but net.

Ashford 20.

Northlake 18.

---

The visitors’ section exploded.

Students jumped out of their seats.

The Ashford bench looked like it had won the championship already.

Even players who hadn’t checked into the game were screaming.

"LET’S GO!"

"THAT’S OUR BALL!"

Devon backpedaled with both hands raised, pointing directly at Lucas.

"Again!"

"I’m open every time!"

Lucas chuckled.

"You’ve always been open."

"You guys just never looked."

Devon’s grin froze for a second.

"...Fair enough."

---

Northlake rushed the inbound.

Coach Carter stood near the sideline waving both arms frantically.

"Slow it down!"

"Run the offense!"

Nobody listened.

Least of all Dexter.

The captain snatched the ball before his point guard could even touch it.

"I’m taking him."

Coach Carter’s face darkened.

"Dexter!"

"Move the damn ball!"

Dexter acted like he hadn’t heard a word.

He lowered his shoulder again.

Straight at Lucas.

This time Lucas didn’t even bother absorbing the contact.

The instant Dexter committed his weight forward, Lucas sidestepped, reached low, and poked the basketball loose with surgical precision.

Spider.

That move belonged to Spider.

Yesterday, Lucas had lost count of how many times the street legend had stripped him exactly like this.

Now...

Someone else was learning.

The ball rolled free.

Dexter lunged desperately.

Lucas beat him there by a full step.

Another fast break.

---

This time...

Lucas never even looked at the rim.

The entire Northlake defense panicked and collapsed toward him.

Perfect.

Marcus was cutting baseline.

Lucas flicked the ball over his shoulder without turning around.

Marcus caught it.

Easy layup.

Ashford 22.

Northlake 18.

The arena grew quieter.

Not silent.

Just...

Uneasy.

Northlake supporters had stopped cheering after every possession.

Instead, they watched Lucas.

Every time he touched the basketball, twenty thousand people leaned forward just to see what he would do next.

---

Dexter wasn’t watching basketball anymore.

He was watching Lucas.

Only Lucas.

His breathing had become noticeably heavier.

Each trip down the floor left him slower.

His massive shoulders rose and fell like bellows.

Sweat dripped off his chin.

His muscles looked enormous.

But the more Lucas watched...

The more obvious it became.

Everything Dexter did relied on brute strength.

Nothing else.

No timing.

No patience.

No efficiency.

Every drive burned energy.

Every shove emptied another piece of the tank.

Tank would’ve laughed at him.

Ghost would’ve embarrassed him.

Spider would’ve stolen the ball before he even crossed half court.

Lucas almost felt disappointed.

"This is the guy Max warned me about?"

---

Another possession.

Another isolation.

Dexter tried pressing Lucas full court this time, refusing to give him even an inch of space.

He crowded him immediately after the inbound.

Chest to chest.

Forearm buried into Lucas’s ribs.

"You getting tired yet?"

Lucas looked almost amused.

"You are."

Dexter’s face twitched.

"The hell did you say?"

"I said..."

Lucas casually dribbled between his legs.

"...you’re breathing harder than I am."

Dexter instinctively glanced downward.

Big mistake.

Lucas exploded.

One lightning crossover.

Dexter reacted late.

Lucas crossed back immediately.

Then spun.

The move flowed together so naturally it almost looked slow.

Dexter stumbled.

His feet crossed over themselves.

He caught his balance...

Barely.

The crowd groaned.

"Ohhh..."

Lucas didn’t even attack the basket.

Instead...

He waited.

Just long enough for Dexter to recover before casually stepping backward behind the three-point line.

The hesitation confused everyone.

Then Lucas launched.

High.

Smooth.

Perfect rotation.

The entire arena tracked the ball together.

Swish.

Nothing but net.

Ashford 25.

Northlake 18.

---

The student section erupted.

"WHO IS THIS GUY?!"

"He wasn’t even on the scouting report!"

"He just cooked Dexter!"

Northlake’s bench stayed completely silent.

Coach Carter slowly lowered his clipboard.

He wasn’t angry anymore.

He was worried.

Because every possession looked exactly the same.

Lucas wasn’t forcing anything.

He wasn’t rushing.

He wasn’t showing off.

He simply made the correct basketball decision...

Every.

Single.

Time.

---

Ashford could feel it too.

Confidence spread through the team faster than any timeout speech ever could.

Guys started cutting harder.

Lucas rewarded every single effort.

A pocket pass.

An alley-oop.

A kick-out three.

It didn’t matter who scored.

As long as the defense reacted to him...

Somebody else got an easy basket.

Within three minutes...

Ashford had completely taken control of the game.

And standing at center court...

Dexter wasn’t thinking straight anymore.

Something inside him had already snapped.

He wasn’t a captain anymore. Wasn’t a team leader, wasn’t even trying to play basketball at all.

All he could see was Lucas.

That smug, untouchable face. That easy little smile after every possession. The girl who’d slipped him her number like Dexter wasn’t even standing three feet away.

Enough was enough.

He wasn’t going to guard him anymore.

He was going to hurt him.

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