Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System

Hugo's bloodshot eyes were fixed on Collins with the intensity of a man whose entire dignity had just been casually obliterated.

His gaze was fierce, his brows knit together like he was trying to drill a hole in Collins' forehead through sheer willpower.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He tried to mask his volcanic fury with an indifferent look, but his stiff posture and the vein bulging on his forehead betrayed him.

It wasn't working.

The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the armrest of the couch,

Inside, however, his mind was a raging inferno. He was raining down every curse he could conjure on Collins.

"Collins, you snake. You absolute traitor! I swear, if I ever get the chance, you're done. DONE! I'll spill every embarrassing story I know about you, and then some," Hugo seethed internally, practically trembling with the effort to keep his cool.

But even as his internal tirade raged on, Hugo was scrambling to decide what to do. Should he deny the embarrassing accusation and risk looking guilty? Play it cool?

What would make him look less stupid? He opened his mouth to finally defend himself—only for Collins to burst out laughing like he'd just heard the best joke of his life.

"Oh, man! Hugo, you're no fun!" Collins crowed, pouring himself a shot of the expensive liquor and knocking it back like water. "You couldn't even play along!"

The room erupted into a chorus of chuckles, and Hugo froze mid-breath. 'Wait… he was teasing me?'

His mind raced and he quickly came to two conclusions. Either Collins had been teasing Hugo from the start or he slipped up and was trying to salvage the situation.

It could even be both.

For a moment, he couldn't decide whether to feel relieved or even angrier. 'Oh, you think you're so clever, huh? Laugh it up, Collins. Just wait until it's your turn.'

Why must this stupid playboy always take things to the extreme? Couldn't he be reasonable for once in his entire life?!

Would it kill him to do so for once?

But instead of letting his frustration show, Hugo forced a cool shrug and leaned back in his seat.

"I didn't need to deny it," Hugo said smoothly, his voice laced with mock confidence. "Everyone here already knows it's a lie." He sipped his drink like he had nothing to prove, but inside, he was still fuming.

The app spun again, the tension easing as the wheel's ticking sound filled the room. When it stopped on Tily, Lily smirked and leaned forward.

"Tily, demonstrate your favourite position with Collins," she said, her tone playful but teasing.

Hugo's jaw dropped, and his brain short-circuited for a moment. He almost choked on his drink. 'No way she's going to do it… is she?'

But Tily didn't hesitate. With a sly smile, she stood up, grabbed Collins by the arm, and pushed him onto the couch.

Then, in one smooth motion, she straddled his lap, settling into a perfect cowgirl position.

Collins, being the shameless opportunist he was, grinned like he'd just won the lottery.

His hands "accidentally" found their way to her ass, holding her a little too tightly, earning a furious blush from Tily, who tried to maintain her smirk but couldn't hide her red ears.

"Nice choice," Collins said, giving her a wink.

Hugo's jaw tightened as he watched Collins having the time of his life. He gulped down his jealousy with another sip of his drink, but his thoughts betrayed him. 'Lucky bastard. Why does he get all the fun?'

The wheel spun again, and Hugo's heart skipped a beat when it landed on him. His frustration instantly melted into excitement. 'This is it. This is where Lily finally gives me a chance to shine!'

"Dare," Hugo said eagerly, leaning forward in anticipation.

Collins's grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Pour whipped cream on any part of Lily's body and lick it off."

Hugo's brain short-circuited. His excitement hit the roof. He had been ready to throw Collins under the bus five minutes ago, but now he was mentally singing his praises.

'Bless you, Collins, you beautiful, traitorous genius,' Hugo thought, practically glowing with excitement. He still threw in a couple of half-hearted curses just to stay consistent, but deep down, all was forgiven.

He shot up from the couch and almost tripped over himself as he rummaged through the coffee table for the whipped cream canister.

When he found it, he turned to Lily, who was blushing so hard she could've matched a ripe strawberry.

"W-where are you going to spray it?" she stammered, fidgeting nervously.

Hugo's grin widened, his confidence soaring. "Your br—" He caught himself just in time, realising that might be moving a little too fast. 'Okay, calm down. Don't scare her off.'

"Your… navel," he said instead, choosing something that felt safe but still bold enough to count as progress.

He leaned closer, holding the whipped cream above her stomach, but before he could spray it, Lily jolted upright like she'd just touched a live wire.

"I-I'm going to drink!" she blurted, grabbing her glass and chugging it down without even pausing to breathe.

The room fell silent. Dead silent.

Hugo stood frozen, whipped cream canister in hand, his expression a mix of shock and mortification. What just happened?

The awkward silence stretched on until Collins, always the instigator, gave a low whistle. "Hugo, my guy, you've got the worst luck!"

Even Tily couldn't hold back a gasp, though her face was still red from her earlier dare.

Hugo sank back into his seat, deflated, as he tried to process what went wrong. 'This night is cursed,' he thought, staring at the whipped cream canister like it had betrayed him.

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