Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System-Chapter 294: Ice Barista

Hugo slammed the door behind him as he entered his dorm, letting out a long, exhausted sigh before tossing his blazer onto the couch.

His stomach growled like an angry beast, reminding him of the absolute suffering he had endured at that fancy dinner party.

He had barely eaten anything! Not because there wasn't food—oh, there had been plenty.

There had been lavish dishes, expensive wines, golden forks, and plates so small that he would have needed at least fifteen servings just to feel remotely full.

But the problem was the eyes.

The god awful looks!

Everyone had been watching him like a hawk the entire night. Every bite he took, every sip he drank, it felt like he was a monkey in a zoo exhibit.

If he had even tried to eat at his usual pace, someone probably would have gasped in horror, and Emily's father might have disowned her on the spot.

He had held back for her sake, sitting there pretending to enjoy half a bite of some fancy steak that tasted like disappointment and lost dreams.

But now? Now was the time to eat for real.

Hugo grabbed a stack of pizza boxes from the mini-fridge, tore one open, and started devouring slice after slice like a starving beast.

Cheese stretched between his fingers, sauce dripped onto the napkin beside him, and he didn't care.

This was living!

As he ate, his mind drifted back to the night's real highlight—the amusement park date with Emily.

That had gone way better than expected.

At first, she had been hesitant, unsure of the chaotic, noisy environment. But as the night went on, Hugo had seen her slowly break out of her shell.

The roller coasters had her screaming (in a very dignified way, of course), the carnival games had brought out her competitive side, and the cotton candy?

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Let's just say Hugo had never seen a rich girl get so excited over fluffy sugar before.

By the time he had dropped her off, she had actually smiled—a real, unguarded, happy smile.

And the best part? She was getting comfortable with him. She was still a bit reserved, but Hugo knew. He knew.

Sooner or later, Emily would be his!

Feeling satisfied in more ways than one, Hugo leaned back on the couch and wiped his hands with a napkin.

But as the last bits of pizza disappeared, reality came crashing down.

He suddenly remembered that he had no more mastery points left.

The realization hit him like a truck. He had spent the last 25 mastery points on piano mastery just so he could embarrass Ethan in front of everyone.

And he didn't even regret it. Seeing Ethan's face when Hugo outplayed him had been worth every single point. But now?

Now he was broke.

Hugo groaned and ran a hand through his hair. This was bad. He needed mastery points to improve his skills, and most importantly—he needed to focus on his monthly mission.

And that's when the real panic started.

His heart sank as he checked the system timer. The monthly mission's deadline was getting closer and closer, and he still hadn't made any progress.

He needed to have a threesome before the time ran out.

If he failed? Permanent body odor.

Permanent. Body. Odor.

Hugo shuddered. This was worse than last month's death mission. At least that one had been a simple "do or die" situation. This?

This was eternal suffering. He could survive a near-death experience, but he couldn't survive being the stinkiest man alive for the rest of his life!

He imagined the horror.

Walking into a room and immediately clearing it out.

People gagging whenever he entered an elevator.

Never being able to sit in class without people whispering about the unbearable smell.

His harem leaving him, one by one, because no perfume could save him!

Hugo felt pure dread. He refused to go down like this.

He sat up straight, determination burning in his eyes. "I need a plan."

He considered the most obvious, straightforward solution: Hiring some hoes. It was simple, it was easy, and it guaranteed results.

But there was a problem.

The system wasn't stupid. It would definitely not count that as a legitimate completion of the mission.

The whole point was to conquer women, not rent them. If he tried to cheat the mission, the system would absolutely find a way to punish him even harder.

So that option was out.

Hugo exhaled sharply. That meant he needed real prospects. But who?

Emily? Too soon. Celine? Avoiding him. Erica? Still acting weird after the car incident. Loli? Absolutely dangerous—but, actually, that wasn't the worst idea…

NO! Focus!

He had two weeks left. That was not enough time to sit around waiting for opportunities to fall into his lap. He had to act.

Hugo jumped to his feet, already heading toward his closet. He needed to go out.

Freshening up quickly, he changed into something casual but sharp, checked his reflection, and nodded to himself.

"Alright. No more waiting. No more stalling."

There was only one place to start his mission tonight.

The club.

He grabbed his keys, took a deep breath, and headed out.

This mission wasn't going to complete itself.

.....

20 Minutes Later...

Hugo had mentally prepared himself for war—the kind of war fought with charm, confidence, and a dangerously unbuttoned top.

He had planned to go to the club, the sacred battlefield of nightlife, where the music was loud, the drinks were overpriced, and the women were abundant.

But somehow… somehow, he had ended up here.

At a café.

A café.

A place where people studied, read books, and drank coffee that cost more than a meal.

Hugo leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his caramel macchiato, his third one because he needed an excuse to stay.

His mind was a whirlwind of regret, confusion, and sheer disbelief at his own actions. How had this happened?

How had his plan for wild, reckless seduction turned into him sipping a drink like a civilized gentleman at 10 PM?

The answer sat right behind the counter. The reason for his unexpected detour was none other than her.

The barista.

The goddess of caramel skin, deep brown eyes, and an attitude colder than the iced frappuccinos she served.

Hugo had noticed her before. Every time he came here, she was there.

And every time he tried to flirt, she hit him with the same unbothered stare, as if she were immune to his existence.

It was frustrating, intriguing, and worst of all, it was hot.

She was different from the other girls.

She didn't blush.

She didn't stutter.

She didn't even pretend to be interested.

And that was a challenge.

Hugo had always wanted to break the ice with her, but no matter what he did, she remained as distant as ever.

And now, as he sat there watching her, something good happened.

Her shift ended. She removed her apron, fixed her hair, and grabbed her bag. She was leaving.

Hugo immediately shot up from his seat. This was his moment. This was fate!

This was his chance to demonstrate his infinite rizz.

He had been waiting for the right opportunity, and now it had come to him on a silver platter. If he missed this, he would never forgive himself.

As she walked towards the door, Hugo moved.

Fast.

Like a man possessed.

His brain had already crafted the perfect opening line, something smooth, confident, and effortless.

A line that would make her pause, turn around, and finally give him the attention he deserved.

He reached the door just as she stepped outside.

And then, with perfect timing, he leaned in slightly, turned on his most devastating smirk, and said:

"Leaving already? What, no goodnight kiss for your favorite customer?"

It was bold. It was dangerous. It was a guaranteed conversation starter. And the response?

Silence.

Not just silence—complete, devastating, soul-crushing nothingness.

Because she didn't even stop. She didn't pause. She didn't react. She didn't even look at him.

She just walked past him. Like a ghost. Like he was the wind. Like he was a background character in her movie.

Hugo froze. His soul left his body. He was so stunned that his brain refused to process what had just happened.

Did she just…?

Did she just ghost him?

In real life? This was unprecedented in a long while!

He hadn't experienced this feeling in a long time and it felt extremely strange.

Hugo stood there, completely still, as she casually walked down the street, disappearing into the night like he was never even there.

He didn't know how long he stood like that, but by the time he blinked himself back to reality, the only thing left of her was the faint scent of coffee and mild humiliation.

What… just happened?

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