Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System

Hugo's jaw dropped as he stared, absolutely dumbfounded.

He was seated on a plush velvet stool under the dim, crimson lighting of the Velvet Inferno, the school's most infamous and slightly questionable underground club.

But the drinks, music, and questionable morality of the place had nothing to do with why Hugo looked like he'd just been struck by lightning.

No, the reason was her.

Jessica.

At the bar, leaning casually but with a sadness that tugged at the edges of her stunning features, was her.

The blonde goddess who'd haunted Hugo's thoughts since his first day on campus. The same senior he'd crashed and burned with after his orientation disaster.

Back then, he had stupidly tried to flirt without fully understanding the System Aura's duration—and when it had cut out mid-sentence, his voice cracked so badly he might as well have sung opera.

She had stared at him like he was an alien and walked away, leaving him to drown in shame.

But tonight was different.

She was wearing a crop top that hugged her figure like it had been custom-made for her, paired with a short skirt that showed off toned, shapely legs.

Her long blonde hair shimmered like golden silk in the moody light, and those hazel eyes of hers seemed to carry a storm of emotions.

Her lips, glossy and full, were slightly pursed, and her posture had an air of melancholy, like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Hugo's face went through an entire comedy skit of emotions. First, shock—his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open.

Then, his lips twisted into an evil grin, one so lecherous and exaggerated it was almost cartoonish.

"Sweet baby dragons," he muttered, licking his lips like a starving man staring at a buffet. "Is it my birthday, or did Fate just decide to throw me a bone?"

Leaning forward slightly, Hugo rubbed his hands together as if plotting something diabolical.

"Alright, Hugo, you've got this. You've been training for this moment. No more rookie mistakes." He adjusted his posture, straightened his shirt, and activated his Aura of Alpha.

But then he froze, his smirk faltering as his shrewd eyes picked up on something he hadn't noticed before: her mood.

She wasn't just leaning against the bar to look cool—she looked sad. Her shoulders were slumped, her head slightly bowed, and even from across the room, Hugo could sense an air of loneliness.

"Crap," he muttered, biting his lip. He replayed one of Sanchez's nuggets of wisdom in his mind: 'Sad girls are like walking on thin ice. One wrong word and you'll drown. But say the right thing? You'll skate straight into their hearts.'

Hugo scratched the back of his head, pacing in a tiny circle behind his table. 'What do I even say? Do I go with something funny? No, that'll make me look like I don't care. Compliment her looks? Too basic. Maybe something deep like, 'The stars don't shine as bright as your smile?''

He cringed immediately. "Ugh. That's so cheesy even I hate it."

After another moment of frantic brainstorming, inspiration struck. Hugo's eyes lit up, and his devilish grin returned. 'Alright, here we go. Time to show her what a real upgrade looks like.'

With newfound confidence, he strolled toward her, weaving through the crowd with the grace of a jungle predator.

He reached the bar, slid onto the stool beside her, and leaned his elbow on the counter, just enough to catch her attention.

"Hey," he said, his voice smooth but casual. "I've got a question: how does someone as gorgeous as you end up looking like they're carrying the weight of the world? It's not a good fit for you. Happiness suits you better."

Her hazel eyes flicked toward him, her expression guarded but curious. She didn't respond immediately, but Hugo saw the tiniest flicker of a smile at the corner of her lips.

Feeling like a champion, he activated his Emotions Highlight.

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But then, as quickly as his excitement rose, it plummeted. Her emotion shifted. Curious. Then indifferent. And then… disgusted.

'Wait, what?!' Hugo thought, barely managing to keep his face neutral. Inside, he was spiraling. 'Disgusted? What did I say?! Did I mispronounce something? Did I forget to brush my teeth?!'

He swallowed hard, thinking fast. Her body language screamed heartbreak, and Hugo's mind clicked.

'She's shutting me out,' he realised. 'She's been hurt, so she's probably thinking every guy is the same. Alright, I need to change the narrative.'

He leaned in slightly, his tone softer but still confident. "You know," he began, "I've been here long enough to notice something: every guy in this place is staring at you, and you're sitting here like you don't even notice. Either that's humility, or you're just too sad to care."

He tilted his head, giving her a small, sincere smile. "Not everyone's here to break your heart. Some of us just want to make it better."

Her hazel eyes widened slightly, and for the first time, her shoulders relaxed. That tiny smile from earlier? It blossomed into something real.

Hugo activated Emotions Highlight again, almost scared to look. But there it was: Curious.

"Yes!" he thought, his inner voice cheering like a sports commentator. "Alright, Hugo, game on. Time to play it cool and reel her in."

Sliding effortlessly into conversation, Hugo began asking about her interests, making light comments about the club's overly dramatic decor and weaving in the occasional compliment, always keeping it subtle.

He knew better than to jump straight into flirting. No, this was a slow game.

He needed to build trust, ease her into the idea that not all guys were jerks—and, most importantly, show her that he wasn't just any guy.

As she laughed softly at one of his jokes, Hugo smirked inwardly. 'Round one goes to me.'

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