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Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System

Castle - 20 Bonus Chapters!!! [Warning: Sexual content, lemons, comedy, MILFs, face-slapping, and a shameless protagonist!] ***** Hugo Fernandez, a short, skinny virgin with zero charm, was a young man with grand dreams. He had just started college and was brimming with hope for a bright future, but a rather unfortunate food poisoning 'incident' soon turned his life from bad to worse. He experienced a social death! Out of the blue, a mysterious girl’s voice echoed in his head: [Ding! Fate has aligned, and your woeful destiny with women has reached the heavens! You have been granted the Ultimate Harem System!!!] Hugo’s listless eyes widened. Had he finally received his own cheat code? Was it time for him to ascend to the heavens in a single leap and start attracting women left and right? The mysterious voice spoke again: [Ding! Initialising Death mission... Seduce a 7+ woman within one month or die!] Hugo blinked, his jaw dropping. "Wait, what? Seduce a 7+ woman or die? What kind of medieval torture is this? I can’t even seduce my reflection!" After taking a minute to calm down, he realised it wasn't as bad as he thought. "In the worst case, I can burrow some money and get a pro-" [No pay pigging] Hugo realised he was soon going to experience a real death! This system was out for his blood! [Tick tock, Romeo. Time’s wasting…] "I'm gonna die!" Join Hugo on a captivating, deadly journey filled with debauchery, womanising, and thrilling level-ups as he rises above all and becomes a Supreme Casanova! If he doesn’t die first, that is… [A/N: Inspired by MPUAS.] [Warning: R18 content doesn't immediately begin. MC takes time to develop himself to a stage where he can get the beauties. But expect a good dose of comedy.]

DungeonHunter · Urban
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Five More Days.

Hugo stood at a roadside food stand, his stomach growling louder than his thoughts. 

The tantalizing aroma of grilled meat filled the air, the golden-brown skewers glistening under the dim light of a nearby streetlamp. 

The vendor, a burly man with a thick moustache and a stained apron, eyed him like a predator eyeing prey.

"How much for three skewers?" Hugo asked, already preparing for a fight.

"Seven bucks," the vendor said without missing a beat.

"Seven bucks? For this?!" Hugo pointed at the skewers. "Are you seasoning it with gold dust?"

The vendor's face remained calm. He was used to misers like this in his line of work. "It's prime meat, kid. Tender, juicy, grilled to perfection. You won't find this kind of quality anywhere else."

Hugo scoffed. "Prime meat? It looks like it fell into the fire and barely survived."

The vendor shrugged, clearly unimpressed. "Alright, fine. Six bucks, but that's my final offer."