Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System

[2/3 of Day 2 Mass Release!]

Hugo stood nervously outside Sanchez's dope house, his heart racing. He was excited about the Casanova ritual but had no idea what was in store for him.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The moment he walked through the door, though, that excitement quickly turned to shock.

The sight that greeted him was enough to make him choke on his own saliva.

There was Sanchez, lounging comfortably in a lavish Versace bathrobe that was loosely tied around his waist, revealing a lilac sports bra and a matching thong beneath.

"What in the world are you wearing?" Hugo blurted out, his eyes wide in disbelief. He felt both horrified and amused at the sight of his cousin.

Why would a grown ass man with a well defined body like his cousin's ever wear such a thing?!

It was hilarious in the most disgusting way possible!

Sanchez shrugged as if he were wearing the most normal outfit in the world. "I need to know how it feels to dress like women to truly understand them," he said with a straight face, as if he were dropping the wisdom of the ages.

Hugo's mind raced with wild thoughts. 'Understanding women? The key to understanding women was by wearing a thong and a matching sports bra?' He couldn't help but imagine Sanchez attempting to relate to women while prancing around in his current getup.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to rid himself of the mental image.

Why were the only two men he was close with lunatics?

Sanchez, oblivious to Hugo's discomfort, handed him an oversized set of matching bathrobe, sports bra, and thong. "Here, you need to wear this too. It's part of the experience!"

"Absolutely not!" Hugo protested vehemently, but Sanchez was determined. He couldn't be the only one dressed like a psycho!

In a flash, Hugo found himself being wrestled into the ridiculous outfit. The bathrobe engulfed him whole, while the sports bra felt like it was made for someone with a very different body type.

It clung to all the wrong places, making it feel almost like a torture device.

'Ten minutes in,' he thought, 'and I'm already regretting this decision.'

Finally, they settled into Sanchez's sauna, which was decked out like a luxury retreat. The warm, steamy air wrapped around them, and the walls were lined with fragrant cedar wood.

Soft ambient lights cast a soothing glow, and a few potted plants added a touch of nature. It was the perfect setting for relaxation, except for Hugo's outlandish outfit.

Sanchez leaned back against the wooden bench, adopting a serious tone. "Listen up, Hugo. These next two days are crucial for your Casanova journey. Every top Casanova, or guy with real rizz, knows three key things."

He raised three fingers. "They are the secret to getting girls easily: Shit Tests, Making Her Fold, and the Art of Flow."

Hugo, still grappling with the ridiculousness of his attire, nodded earnestly. "Okay, I'm ready. Let's do this!"

Sanchez's expression grew serious as he began to explain. "First, we need to tackle Shit Tests. These are ways a girl tests you to see if you're worthy of her time and attention. They want to find out if you're a simp—a guy who's too eager to please—or an alpha male who knows his worth."

Hugo listened closely, eager to absorb the knowledge. Sanchez started listing out the various types of shit tests:

"The first shit test is the most common. It's called the Instagram Shit test. Ever asked a girl for her number and she offered you her Instagram instead? That was a shit test. It's a test on a guy's ego and confidence. To pass the test, you simply need to refuse her offer in a strong, masculine way. But you can only refuse twice—"

"Twice? Why twice?"

"Shut it. No questions. Refuse her offer only two times because you don't want to show that you are too strong headed. Although this would relinquish the power from your hand in that moment, to get it back, simply say; "Fine, but I'm choosing the location for our first date." This shows that you're in control."

Hugo's brows furrowed as he rapidly absorbed all the knowledge. He was getting more and more hooked.

"The second one" Sanchez continued, "is the Numbers shit test. Never give a girl your number. I repeat, never give a girl your number!—"

"Why shouldn't—"

"Shut it, I'm just about to tell you!"

"If you give a girl your number, 90% of the time, she would never text you again. This is because, she has so many other men who have her attention. This is simply losing the race before even starting.

If she asks for your number, turn it around and ask for hers instead. Say something like, 'I don't reply to messages from strangers.' This tactic works because it creates a playful challenge, and girls love a guy who can hold his ground."

Sanchez wet his lips and took a sip of his... apple juice.

"This next one is a real game changer. Passing this test would make or break your chances with her. It's called The Stubborn Banshee Shit Test. If a girl is being stubborn and shutting you down, that's her way of testing your masculinity. She wants to know whether you can handle her tantrums and keep the relationship in order.

You need to respond confidently, saying something like, 'Don't talk to me like that, or I'll have to spank your sexy little ass.' Make it playful but firm to show you're not intimidated. Believe me, that line works like magic."

Hugo's eyes bulged. Could he really say something like that? Did he have such confidence?

Judging by the flush on his face, he wasn't quite there yet.

Sanchez continued with a flourish. "Nownwe shall move on to the more advanced ones. These shit tests are the deadliest. They are extremely subtle, and if you are not paying careful attention, you would miss it. These are where the pros shine."