Infinite Rebate: I Get Richer Every Time I Spend

The celebration didn’t end when the final horn sounded.

If anything, that was when it truly began.

Ashford’s players stormed the court, and before Lucas could even figure out what was happening, several hands grabbed him from every direction.

"Get him up!"

"Come on!"

"Lucas!"

Someone caught him around the waist. Another grabbed his arm. A second later, his feet were off the hardwood.

Lucas blinked.

"Wait, what are you guys doing?"

Nobody listened.

They lifted him higher, carrying him above their shoulders while the entire Ashford section erupted.

Students were screaming.

People were jumping over seats.

Phones were already in the air, cameras pointed toward him from every direction. Some fans were filming the celebration, others were recording the scoreboard, while a few were shouting his name directly into their cameras as if they were reporting breaking news.

Lucas could see flashes going off throughout the arena.

For Ashford, this wasn’t just another basketball game.

They had finally done it.

For the first time in the school’s history, they had qualified for the finals.

And they had done it by destroying Northlake’s confidence in front of their home crowd.

Dexter had started the game as Northlake’s biggest star.

By the end, he had been carried off the court.

Lucas had barely been known before tonight.

Now thousands of people were chanting his name.

"Lucas! Lucas! Lucas!"

He rubbed his forehead.

’These guys are insane.’

But despite himself, a small smile appeared on his face.

He had to admit it.

The excitement was contagious.

After what felt like an eternity, the celebration finally began to settle down. Players returned to the bench, coaches tried to regain control of the team, and the arena slowly emptied.

Coach Harris eventually found Lucas near the tunnel.

"Lucas."

He turned.

"We’re heading back to campus. Come with us on the bus."

Lucas glanced toward the parking lot.

Then toward the team bus.

Then back at Harris.

"I’ll drive myself."

Harris frowned.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Lucas had no intention of leaving his Bugatti sitting in the parking lot while he squeezed onto a crowded team bus.

Besides, he had no reason to go back to the school.

Basketball wasn’t his thing.

He hadn’t joined the team because he dreamed of becoming a college basketball star. He had stepped onto that court because Dexter had crossed a line.

The bastard had humiliated his friend.

That was the only reason Lucas had bothered.

And now?

Mission accomplished.

He had embarrassed Dexter in front of thousands of people, exposed his weakness, and watched him leave the court in disgrace.

There was nothing else Lucas wanted from basketball.

"All right," Harris said after a moment. "See you tomorrow."

Lucas gave him a casual nod.

"Sure."

A short while later, the roar of the arena had faded behind him.

Lucas slid into the driver’s seat of his Bugatti and started the engine.

The deep growl rolled through the parking lot.

Several students nearby turned their heads.

Lucas didn’t care.

He pulled out and headed home.

He was exhausted.

His muscles still carried the soreness from the previous day’s street games, and tonight’s match had drained whatever energy remained.

All he wanted now was a shower, a quiet room, and several hours of sleep.

There was no reason to return to campus.

No reason to celebrate with the team.

As far as Lucas was concerned, the matter was finished.

He had defended his friend.

He had taught that idiot a lesson.

That was enough.

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By the time Lucas got home, it was already late afternoon.

The sun was still hanging above the neighborhood, casting a warm golden glow across the driveway as he turned the Bugatti through the gates.

The moment the engine roared, three familiar faces appeared at the front door.

Mia.

Daisy.

And Debbie.

His girls had clearly heard him coming.

They stepped outside together, watching as Lucas slowly pulled into the garage.

He barely had time to put the car in park before the garage door began sliding shut.

The second Lucas stepped out, Daisy grabbed his arm.

"Come on."

Lucas frowned.

"What’s going on?"

Debbie caught his other arm.

"Don’t act innocent."

"Wait, what?"

Before he could get another word out, they were already pulling him toward the house.

Mia followed behind them, shaking her head with an amused smile.

Lucas looked from one girl to another.

"Seriously, what did I do?"

Mia folded her arms.

"Are you really going to pretend nothing happened?"

Lucas blinked.

"Nothing happened."

The three girls stared at him.

Then Daisy lightly smacked his arm.

"Stop lying."

Debbie laughed.

"We all watched your game."

Lucas’s expression changed.

"You watched it?"

"Of course we did," Mia said.

She pulled out her phone and held it up.

"Your game is going viral."

Lucas stared at the screen.

Clips from the match were already everywhere.

Videos of his plays.

His crossover on Dexter.

The pass to Devon.

The crowd going crazy.

And, of course, the moment Dexter lost control.

Lucas frowned.

"Wait a second."

"Wasn’t this just a school tournament?"

Mia gave him a look.

"Apparently not anymore."

Daisy laughed.

"Do you have any idea how many people are talking about you right now?"

Debbie nodded.

"Everyone’s asking who you are."

Lucas rubbed the back of his neck.

"That’s a little ridiculous."

The three girls immediately looked at him like he’d said something stupid.

Mia stepped closer.

"What I don’t understand is why you’ve been acting like you can’t play."

Lucas raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean."

She pointed at the phone.

"You were incredible."

Daisy nodded quickly.

"The way you were moving out there?"

"That wasn’t normal."

Debbie laughed.

"And don’t even get me started on those passes."

Lucas looked at all three of them.

"I never said I couldn’t play."

Mia narrowed her eyes.

"You sure made it look that way during training."

Lucas shrugged.

"I just never had a reason to take it seriously."

Daisy crossed her arms.

"So you suddenly decided to take it seriously today?"

Lucas paused.

Then smiled faintly.

"Something like that."

Mia studied him for a moment before shaking her head.

"You’re impossible."

Lucas chuckled.

He had expected to come home, shower, eat something, and disappear into bed for the rest of the afternoon.

Instead, he was standing in his garage getting interrogated by his three girls about a basketball game he never even intended to care about.

Then they each took one of his hands.

"You’ve been so busy these past few days," Mia said softly, her voice carrying a hint of complaint as she led him inside.

Daisy squeezed his other hand. "How many days has it been since you really spent time with us?"

Debbie walked close behind him, her body brushing against his back. "Don’t you love us anymore?"

As they talked, the three of them guided him straight toward the bedroom without giving him a chance to answer. The moment they stepped inside, their hands were already working on his clothes.

Daisy pulled his basketball jersey up over his head while Debbie unbuckled his shorts. Mia stood in front of him, watching with a small smile as they stripped him down.

"You’re covered in sweat," Mia said, her eyes trailing over his bare chest. "Go take a shower. We’ll join you."

Lucas stepped into the large bathroom and turned on the water. Hot water cascaded over his body, washing away the sweat from the game. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the warmth soak into his muscles.

He didn’t stay alone for long.

Soft footsteps entered the bathroom. When he opened his eyes, Mia was already naked, her full breasts and soft curves completely exposed as she stepped under the water with him. Right behind her, Daisy and Debbie had also stripped completely. Their big, soft breasts swayed as they moved closer.

Before Lucas could say anything, three pairs of soft hands reached for him.

One pair of hands slid across his chest from the front. Another pair wrapped around him from the side. A third pair pressed against his back before slowly moving lower.

All three girls were touching him at once.

Their soft fingers glided over his wet skin, sliding down his chest, across his abs, and then lower still. Warm, soapy hands found his cock, wrapping around the thick shaft and stroking it slowly under the running water. Another hand cupped his balls while soft breasts pressed against his arms and back.

Lucas exhaled heavily as their hands worked him, the three of them surrounding him completely under the hot spray.

Mia leaned in close, her soft body pressed against his front, while Daisy and Debbie stayed on either side, their hands never stopping as they washed and stroked him at the same time.

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