Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System

[A/N: And here comes day two of the Mass release event! Part 1/4 of today's Mass release! Here you go fellas! Big Shout out to Dirtydew!]

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Hugo stood in front of the full length mirror, crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his eyes like a man studying the fine craftsmanship of a million dollar sports car.

He slowly turned his head to the left… then to the right.

Then he took a step back, ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, and let out a deep, satisfied breath.

"Damn… I'm actually too fine."

His reflection stared back at him, glistening in all its glory.

His jawline? Sharp enough to cut diamonds.

His hair? A masterpiece of modern styling.

His fit? Immaculate.

If handsomeness were a crime, he would be serving five consecutive life sentences!

He pulled up his system interface and looked at his stats once again.

There it was, clear as day—his Looks Stat: 7.

Anytime he saw that number, it always shocked him a little. A 7?

Not even an 8?

Not even a 7.5?

If he was merely still a 7 at this point, then no wonder he hadn't managed to find a 10 rated woman since.

The system's standard was impossibly high!

But then, after some deep thinking (and extensive mirror-checking), he realized something.
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A 7 was already elite.

A 6? That was just a normal guy. A dude who might get called "kinda cute" if he got a good haircut and wore a nice outfit.

A 5? That was the level where girls would say things like, "He's really nice, though."

A 4? That was where people stopped commenting on looks and only mentioned personality.

But 7?

That was a top-tier level. That was "random girls secretly checking you out" handsome. That was "Ariana gave me her number in under two days" handsome.

Even if it wasn't at that level yet, he was getting pretty close!

A smirk crept across his lips.

"Tonight… I will charm the pants off every single woman in this house."

No. Scratch that.

Every single woman in this entire city.

Wait.

Scratch that, too.

He clasped his hands together and bowed his head slightly, closing his eyes.

This moment called for a serious prayer.

"Oh great goddess of luck, if you can bless me tonight… if you can guide me to victory… if you can make it so that, by the end of this night, I somehow end up in a threesome…"

He took a deep, dramatic breath.

"…I promise to worship you forever."

He opened his eyes, exhaled, and grinned.

"Alright. Let's do this."

The moment Hugo stepped out of his room, the party hit him like a punch to the face.

Loud, booming music blasted through the speakers, making the walls vibrate.

It was some ridiculously vulgar song about "taking her to the moon" while doing questionable things.

The lyrics were insane, but the beat? The beat was fire.

As he made his way down the stairs, Hugo realized something.

This wasn't just a regular house party.

This was a full-scale festival!

His eyes widened. What the hell?! He expected, at most, a few dozen people. Maybe fifty, tops.

But this?

There were hundreds!

Hundreds of bodies packed into the house, spilling out into the backyard like an overflowing cup.

Some were dancing wildly, throwing their hands in the air like they were at a concert.

Some were already drunk and vibing in a corner, swaying to the music like trees in the wind.

Some were just straight-up making out, pressed against walls like they had been waiting for this moment their whole lives.

And then…

The women.

At just a single glance, Hugo could count dozens of absolute stunners.

Girls in tight dresses, crop tops, skirts, jeans—every style, every type, every flavor.

He licked his lips.

Oh yeah. It was about to be a good night.

Hugo scanned the crowd, looking for the perfect place to start.

And then...

His eyes landed on Celine. And his soul left his body for a second. She had changed into her party outfit. And it was dangerous.

Her dark brown afro was styled just right, framing her flawless, smooth skin.

Her gold septum ring caught the flashing party lights, giving her an even more exotic, more alluring look.

And her outfit? Lord have mercy.

She wore a tight, off-shoulder black top that left her collarbones and shoulders completely exposed, paired with a skirt that hugged her curvy waist so well it should have been illegal.

Hugo's brain short circuited. Celine was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his whole life!

She was too stunning!

At this rate, he was going to start believing in fate.

But then he noticed something even better.

Collins wasn't with her!

A slow, evil grin stretched across Hugo's face.

"A god-given opportunity."

He straightened his jacket, took a deep breath, and moved in.

As Hugo approached, he quickly took note of the biggest threat standing in his way.

The short, fat friend standing next to Celine. Hugo squinted. Every good looking girl at a party had one.

The obstacle.

And this wasn't just any short, fat friend. No. This was the Final Boss of Social Interactions.

The Guardian of Celine. The Barrier Between Him and His Sweet Victory.

And if there was one thing Sanchez had drilled into his head, it was that properly diffusing an obstacle was one of the most important skills in the game.

A single mistake?

Instant failure.

It was a high-risk, high-reward move.

You either got past the obstacle smoothly and secured a victory…

…Or you crashed and burned like a rookie pilot in a fighter jet.

Hugo's pulse quickened as he got closer. This was it.NHis first real test.

Could he do it?

Could he outmaneuver the obstacle and make his move?

With a confident grin, a deep breath, and a silent prayer, Hugo stepped in.

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