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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.]

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Risk It All!

Hugo pushed open the door to Lisa's room with all the confidence of a man who was about to conquer the world. His heart was hammering like a drum solo at a rock concert.

He was so nervous he felt like he had taken three ice baths. He was drenched in the cold sweat of fear.

This was it—the moment of truth. Or, at least, it would've been if he hadn't immediately realised one tiny, very important detail:

"Oh crap, I didn't knock," he whispered, freezing mid-step. His eyes went wide with panic. Of all the ways to start, it just had to be the worst one!

"I just barged in. Like some kind of… Oh no. Oh no no no. She's gonna think I'm a perv! Or worse—a creep! Or worse worse—a serial room barger-inner! Is that a thing? That's totally a thing."

His sweaty hand gripped the door handle, his brain doing mental backflips. Should he leave? Pretend this never happened?