Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System

Hugo stood there in the shower with Lisa, his brain oscillating between complete shutdown and full-blown fireworks.

Their eyes locked, the steam swirling around them like a scene straight out of a romance movie—if romance movies starred socially awkward dudes who had no idea what to do next.

His heart was beating faster than a drum solo at a rock concert, but he refused to let it show. 'Come on, Hugo. Play it cool. Don't freak out.'

He quickly activated the Aura of Zen—just two seconds of magical calm to keep himself from blurting out something like, "Hi, nice weather we're having… in this shower." On the outside, he looked calm and collected. On the inside, though? Full-on panic mode.

Her delicious body was so close. Like, so close. They were basically two bread rolls fresh out of the oven, and Hugo had no idea how he wasn't already fainting.

The warmth radiating off her skin, the way her wet hair clung to her shoulders—it was all too much.

Then it happened. Lisa's gaze dropped downward, and her eyes locked onto it.

"Wow…" she said, her voice low and a little breathless. Then, in Spanish, she added, "Estás bien dotado." (1)

It took Hugo a second to process that. His Spanish wasn't too great, but he knew enough to recognise a compliment when it smacked him in the ego.

'Well-endowed.'

She said he was well-endowed. She. Said. That!

If Hugo's pride were a balloon, it had just inflated to the size of a small planet.

'That's right,' he thought smugly. 'The stats points don't lie. This is what peak system optimisation looks like.'

He nearly burst into laughter at the idea of titling a memoir: From Zero to Hero: The Pill-Boosted Journey of Hugo the Hung.

"Muchas gracias," Hugo replied, trying to sound suave as he dredged up his limited Spanish skills. Then, with a cocky grin, he added, "Tengo… uh… muchas más sorpresas para ti." (2) (3)

Lisa's cheeks turned a rosy pink, and she bit her lip to hide a smile. Mission accomplished. He was officially the smoothest man alive. Or so he thought.

She turned around to switch the shower on, giving Hugo a moment to fully appreciate the view. And what a view it was.

Her hips were wide, curving like they were drawn by an artist who got paid by the hour. Her backside was… majestic.

Thick, round, and enough to make Hugo feel like he'd just uncovered a national treasure.

But the pièce de résistance? The tattoo of a motorbike tire on her waist. Hugo blinked at it, trying to figure out its story.

'Is she in a biker gang? Did she get run over once and decided to commemorate it? Is it… symbolic?' He had so many questions.

He stared at her, completely lost in thought, until the shower's water suddenly sprayed him right in the face.

Spluttering, he wiped his face and caught her smirking at him over her shoulder.

"Disfrutaste el espectáculo?" she teased, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm. (4)

Hugo grinned, shaking the water from his hair. "Every second," he replied, stepping closer.

The warm spray of the shower mixed with the heat of their bodies as he closed the gap between them.

His mind raced with every possible scenario, every possible move he could make next.

'This is it, Hugo. Don't mess it up. It's go time!'

He stepped closer, the heat of the steaming shower enveloping them both as he reached for the loofah—a fluffy pink one hanging from a hook next to Lisa.

Of course, being Hugo, he decided to make his move with maximum effect. Leaning in to grab it, he "accidentally" let the tip of his cock brush against her wide, curvy hip.

It was the most fleeting touch, but the effect was immediate. Lisa gasped softly, her shoulders stiffening for just a moment.

Hugo's eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. 'Was that too much? Did I ruin it?'

But before panic could set in, Hugo remembered his secret weapon.

With a quick mental command, he activated the Aura of Alpha for two glorious seconds, instantly flooding himself with enough confidence to put even the boldest Casanova to shame.

His posture straightened, his face set with determination, and his inner monologue switched from panicked rambling to: 'You've got this, champ! Wash her like you're Michelangelo sculpting the David. This is your masterpiece.'

He soaked the loofah thoroughly, the water mixing with the sweet-smelling body wash Lisa had left nearby.

'Phase One: Initiate contact.' Starting at her shoulders, Hugo gently scrubbed in slow circles, the lather forming creamy white swirls on her golden skin.

He focused intently, trying not to let his hands tremble. The curves of her shoulders were soft yet firm, and he made sure to add just enough pressure to make it seem professional.

Well, semi-professional—he was no spa masseuse, after all.

Next, he moved down to her back. Hugo took his sweet time here, mesmerised by the luxurious expanse of skin and the sensual dip of her spine.

The tattoo of the motorcycle tire on her waistline was a distraction, though. 'Why a tire? Was she a speed demon in her past life? Should I ask her about it? Or would that ruin the vibe?'

Deciding against it, Hugo concentrated on spreading the lather evenly, though his eyes kept darting to her hips, which swayed slightly as she adjusted her footing.

When he got to her sides, Hugo's hands slowed a little too much, the tips of his fingers brushing dangerously close to her front.

Lisa let out a soft hum, not quite a protest but enough to make Hugo reconsider if he was moving too fast.

He swallowed hard, the effects of the Aura of Alpha fading now, leaving him with his usual nerves creeping back. 'Abort mission? NO! You're committed! You're in too deep—literally and metaphorically!'

Gathering his courage, Hugo moved lower, his hands gliding over the luxurious curve of her hips and ass.

He could feel the firmness of her toned muscles under the soft layer of skin.

'Her hips don't lie. Shakira was onto something.' His fingers lingered for a moment longer than necessary, and Lisa tilted her head back slightly, as if she was trying not to laugh—or maybe she was enjoying it? Hugo couldn't tell, but he wasn't about to question his luck.

Finally, he crouched down to her legs, taking extra care to avoid looking like a total creep.

The loofah glided over her long, smooth thighs, and Hugo could feel the heat rising in his face as he realised just how close he was to… 'Well, everything.'

He focused on her calves, scrubbing a little too vigorously now out of nervous energy, and almost lost his balance.

'Stay cool, stay cool. Don't slip. The last thing you need is to faceplant into her butt. Or the best thing...'

Standing up again, Hugo took a deep breath. The shower's spray splashed against both of them, mixing with the soapy suds as they ran down her body in rivulets.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Lisa turned her head slightly, her hair damp and framing her flushed face. She gave him a sly smile. "Enjoying yourself there, champ?"

Hugo grinned back, his confidence swelling again. "Just making sure every inch is sparkling clean. I'm thorough like that."

Lisa just laughed softly, her body shifting ever so slightly closer.

Hugo's heart raced. 'Okay, buddy, time for Phase Two… but what the hell IS Phase Two?!'

He tried to think of a smooth follow-up, but his brain had officially gone offline, leaving him standing there like a clueless idiot with a soapy loofah in hand.

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Here's what the Spanish lines in the scene mean:

1. "Estás bien dotado."

Translation: "You are well-endowed."

2. "Muchas gracias."

Translation: "Thank you very much."

3. "Tengo muchas más sorpresas para ti."

Translation: "I have many more surprises for you."

4. "Disfrutaste el espectáculo?"

Translation: "Did you enjoy the show?"

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Power stone Goal!

50 PS - 1 Bonus chapter

100 PS - 2 Bonus chapter

200 PS (Quite an achievement as of now) - 3 Bonus chapters.

Castle - 20 Bonus Chapters!