Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System

Hugo stood in front of his dorm mirror, his reflection staring back at him like some wealthy playboy straight out of a magazine.

His white button-up shirt had the top two buttons undone, showing just a hint of his chest. It wasn't too much—just enough to say, 'Hey, I've got style.'

His beige chinos hugged his legs perfectly, making him look taller than he really was, and his loafers, freshly polished, could probably blind someone in the right sunlight.

To top it off, he had a pair of aviator sunglasses perched on his head and a watch on his wrist—a Rolex knockoff, but who could tell? It sparkled just like the real thing.

He struck a pose, resting a hand on his chin like he was deep in thought. Then he smirked. "Damn," he muttered to himself, "I look like a billionaire about to buy an airline just because I'm bored on a Tuesday."

He leaned in closer to the mirror, examining every detail of his outfit, and his grin grew wider. 'If rich people saw me right now, they'd probably ask for fashion tips. No cap.' He threw in a finger gun at the mirror for good measure.

The best part? He actually had money now. Not millions, sure, but enough to feel like a king.

For the first time in his life, Hugo didn't have to count every dollar in his wallet before buying something.

He could eat what he wanted, wear what he wanted, and, most importantly, spend however he wanted. That feeling was incredible—like he'd unlocked a cheat code to life.

With a final finger gun at his reflection, Hugo stepped out of his dorm, heading downstairs.

The parking lot stretched out in front of him, and there it was—his trusty old bike.

It was still spotless, glossy, and honestly looked like it could race a plane, but as he stared at it, he couldn't help but feel a bit sentimental.

He placed a hand on the handlebars and sighed dramatically. "You've been a good ride, old friend, but it's time for me to move on..."

Today wasn't just any day. He was going to a car dealership. Not just to look around—but to buy. A real car.

His heart raced at the thought. No more pedaling to places or sweating through his shirt. No, Hugo was about to level up his life.

He hadn't taken the bike, of course. That would've been embarrassing, showing up to a dealership on a tiny bike.

Instead, he'd already ordered an Uber to take him there. All he had to do now was wait for it to arrive. He was coming back with a Benz or an Audi.

One Hour Later

Hugo stumbled out of the Uber, his face scrunched up like he'd just walked through a fog of skunk spray.

The smell inside the car wasn't bad exactly—just way too much. It was aggressively, almost violently strong.

The driver had gone overboard with the air fresheners, and the mix of lavender, vanilla, and... whatever that third scent was had been so strong Hugo felt like he'd been punched in the nose every time he breathed.

He took in a deep gulp of fresh air and sighed. "Thanks for the ride," he said, trying to be polite as the driver gave him a cheerful wave goodbye.

But just as the car began to pull away, Hugo leaned in and called out, "By the way, you might wanna ease up on the air fresheners, man! Unless you want someone to die in there!"

The driver blinked in confusion before speeding off, leaving Hugo alone in front of the dealership. He turned to face it, and his jaw dropped.

The sign above the massive glass doors read Night Motors, the bold black letters looking sharp and dangerous, almost like they were daring him to step inside.

The building itself was intimidating. It was tall, with sleek black glass panels reflecting the sunlight, and the whole thing gave off the vibe of a fortress for car enthusiasts.

For a second, Hugo hesitated. 'Am I even rich enough to walk in there?' he thought. But then he straightened his back and adjusted his sunglasses. 'Of course I am. I'm Hugo, damn it.'

He pushed open the heavy glass doors and strutted inside. The first thing he noticed was the floor. It was marble—pure white and shiny enough to see your reflection.

The whole place smelled faintly of leather and something expensive he couldn't quite name. Display cars were lined up like works of art, each one polished to perfection.

Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and even a few McLarens sat under bright lights, their sleek curves practically screaming 'you can't afford me.'

As he took a step forward, he felt the weight of several pairs of eyes on him. The security guards were eyeing him like he'd just crawled out of a sewer and planned to steal the hubcaps.

They looked like they were ready to tackle him if he so much as touched a car.

Hugo straightened his back and adjusted his fake Rolex. 'Calm down, Hugo. You're a man of wealth and taste... or at least you're pretending to be.'

"Hello, sir!" a cheerful voice called out, pulling him out of his thoughts. He turned to see a woman walking toward him, and for a second, he forgot how to breathe.

She was stunning. Her white blouse fit perfectly, and her black pencil skirt made her look like she'd walked straight out of a high-end office ad.

Her name tag read Sophia, but Hugo was already thinking of other names to call her—'like mine,' he thought with a smirk.

"Good afternoon," Hugo said, plastering on his most serious face as he pushed his aviators down from his head to his eyes, even though they were completely unnecessary indoors. "I'm looking for a car."

She smiled politely. "Of course. Do you have a specific model or price range in mind?"

Hugo crossed his arms, trying to look serious. "Something around $20,000. Maybe a Benz or an Audi." On the outside, he looked calm, but inside, his brain was doing backflips. Enjoy exclusive chapters from empire

'She's gorgeous. Imagine if we made out right here, between the cars. Or better—imagine her sitting in the passenger seat of my new ride, still in her uniform. Oh man, Hugo, focus. Get the car first, then flirt.'

"Excellent choices," Sophia said with a nod. "Follow me, and I'll show you what we have."

Hugo gave her a cool nod, doing his best to look confident. But as he followed her deeper into the dealership, he couldn't help but grin.

'Today's a good day,' he thought. 'I'm getting a car... and maybe a date.'

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