Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System-Chapter 306: Freaky Ones.

Hugo sat in his dorm room, his face a tragic mask of despair, his soul withering away with every second that passed.

He was doomed. Completely, utterly, irreversibly doomed. His luck was so rotten he was starting to believe he had been cursed in his past life.

Maybe he had been some ancient monk who took a vow of celibacy and now, in this life, karma was playing a cruel joke on him.

How else could he explain this horrifying dry spell? A whole week had passed. A WHOLE WEEK.

And still, not a single opportunity. Not even a hint of one.

He had tried everything. He had tried going to bars, social events, even sitting in the library looking mysterious and intellectual like some brooding male lead in a romance novel but nothing.

It had not worked even once!

It was like the universe was laughing at him from above, pointing at him and saying, 'Look at this fool, struggling for a threesome like a fish flopping on dry land!'

Was it that hard to get a threesome?! Bros do it all the time! What was so different about him?

Feeling the crushing weight of his unbearable misfortune, Hugo grabbed his gallon-sized bottle of fruit juice, tilted his head back, and chugged it like a man trying to drown his sorrows.

The cold, sweet liquid rushed down his throat, but instead of refreshing him, it only made him feel worse.

In a week's time, he would probably smell worse than the trash can this juice bottle would end up in soon!

He wiped his mouth dramatically, slammed the bottle onto the table, and let out a deep, suffering sigh that could have belonged to a fallen war hero.

"This is it," he muttered, his voice filled with misery.

"This is how I die. As a man who once held greatness in his hands, only to have it cruelly snatched away. No threesomes. No glory. Just me and my fruit juice, slowly turning into a forgotten relic of the past."

Could he even hope of completing the system death mission if he smelled worse than a corpse?

Could a 10 rated beauty even allow a man who smelled like a dead rat come within a hundred metre radius to her?

He sniffled. Then he dramatically fell onto his bed, staring at the ceiling as if searching for answers from the gods above.

Where had he gone wrong? Had he lost his touch? Had he become… washed up? That thought alone sent a violent shudder down his spine.

He was still 18! This was meant to be his prime! He shouldn't be washing now!

"No. Impossible. He was still Hugo. He was still the same man who had once been unstoppable. But if that was true… why had he failed for an entire week straight?

It must be Loli!

She must have placed a curse on him that prevented all the girls from wanting to do things with him!

She had ruined his life!

Desperate, he reached for his phone and furiously typed out a message to Sanchez. After rage typing for less than a minute, he clicked the send button.

[Hugo: BRO. Your advice is trash. It's been a week, and I'm still as chaste as a monk.]

A few seconds later, Sanchez replied.

[Sanchez: Lmao. That's not my fault. That's a YOU problem.]

Hugo stared at the screen in pure disbelief. A YOU problem? A YOU PROBLEM?! Did this guy have any idea the level of suffering he was going through right now?!

[Hugo: Bro, be serious. I followed everything you said. I tried acting chill. I tried not chasing. I even tried that dumb 'pretend you don't care' strategy. It's not working. At this point, I think the universe just wants me to smell like a rotting human corpse.]

[Sanchez: LMFAO. Maybe you're just too immature for this.]

Hugo gasped so loudly it was like he had been personally attacked by a sword-wielding warrior.

[Hugo: Excuse me??? Too immature??? I'll have you know I am an expert in the field of romance and seduction!]

[Sanchez: You're literally crying over fruit juice rn.]

Hugo glanced at the empty juice bottle on his table.

…That was besides the point.

[Hugo: LISTEN. I need real advice. I only have a few days left to make this happen. I can't fail this mission. I REFUSE TO FAIL.]

[Sanchez: What Mission, man? Chill. I got you. I know some girls. Freaky ones.]

Hugo sat up so fast his head almost hit the ceiling.

[Hugo: Wait. WAIT. You're saying you actually have a way out for me?]

Sanchez: Of course. Unlike you, I don't suck at this.

[Hugo: …I'm ignoring that insult because I'm desperate. What do I do??]

[Sanchez: Just come over. We'll go meet them. But bring a gift.]

Hugo nodded to himself so fast he almost snapped his own neck.

[Hugo: YES SIR.]

As soon as he hit send, Hugo jumped off his bed, his entire body flooded with new energy. This was it. This was his salvation. The light at the end of the tunnel.

He wasn't going to die in failure. He was going to live. Live as the man he was always meant to be!

Now he just needed to find the perfect gift. Something that would make the right first impression.

Something that screamed, 'I am Hugo, the man of your dreams, and I come bearing offerings!'

His eyes scanned his room. A half-eaten bag of chips? No. A random book from his shelf? Too boring.

Then his eyes landed on something—a giant, fancy-looking box of chocolates he had originally bought for himself during one of his 'self-care' moments.

Perfect.

He grabbed the box, stuffed it into a bag, and rushed out the door, his heart pounding with excitement.

This was it.

This was his comeback story.

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