Hugo bounced down the street like a man who had just discovered the aning of life—and it was written in Lisa's handwriting.
His grin was so big it looked like his face might split in two, and his eyes sparkled as if they'd been polished with diamond dust.
If soone had stopped to ask him why he was so happy, he probably would've twirled them around and sung an off-key love ballad right then and there.
He wasn't just walking; he was practically floating, with a little hop in his step that made it seem like the pavent was spring-loaded just for him.
To an outsider, Hugo's expressions were sothing else.
His smile was so goofy it could've belonged to a cartoon character who'd just fallen head over heels in love for the first ti.
His cheeks were flushed red, and his eyes had that dreamy, far-off look that said, "I'm here physically, but ntally, I'm still reliving the best night of my life."
He looked like a puppy that had been given unlimited belly rubs, or maybe a man who'd found a golden ticket to happiness.
Either way, the people walking past him were giving him plenty of space. So whispered to each other, "Is he okay?"
Others just crossed the street to avoid whatever contagious joy he was spreading.
And why wouldn't Hugo be this happy? Every ti his mind drifted back to what happened with Lisa the night before, a surge of joy exploded inside him.
It wasn't just happiness; it was a fireworks show of emotions, complete with a marching band. He couldn't stop smiling, even if his life depended on it.
But Hugo's journey to this blissful mont? Oh, it was a circus—a long, ridiculous parade of failures, disasters, and monts so cringe-worthy that they could've been fild for a cody special.
Hugo's story began on the first day of orientation, a day that should've been normal. But no, Hugo had to go and sneeze and fart at the sa ti during the Dean's welco speech.
The sound echoed through the hall like a thunderclap, and the awkward silence that followed was so intense you could've heard a pin drop—if not for the giggles breaking out.
That mont earned him the nickna "Ass Dragon," and it was all downhill from there. He spent the rest of the week hiding behind vending machines, praying for the ground to swallow him whole.
Then, just when he thought things couldn't get worse, a mysterious voice appeared in his head:
[Ding! Fate has aligned, and your woeful destiny with won has reached the heavens! You have been granted the Ultimate Harem System!!!]
Hugo nearly jumped out of his skin. A system? Him? He couldn't even talk to girls without stamring like a malfunctioning robot, let alone "woo" anyone.
But the system didn't care. It announced, [Ding! Initialising Death Mission... Seduce a 7 woman within one month, or die!]
With his newfound system, Hugo decided to test his skills at the freshman party. He practiced a smile in the mirror, told himself he was ready, and walked in with what he thought was confidence.
Twenty minutes later, he was face-first in a punch bowl after getting sucker punched by a gigantic bloke.
The girl he was trying to impress? She patted him on the back and said, "You're funny," before walking off with soone else.
Hugo was carried out of that party drenched in fruit juice, his pride sowhere at the bottom of the punch bowl.
Defeated and humiliated, Hugo found a ntor: Sanchez, the self-proclaid expert in the "art of Rizz."
Sanchez was a man of wisdom—or so he claid. "The secret to charm," he said, "is food. Always food. Also, confidence. But mostly food."
Under Sanchez's questionable guidance, Hugo began to learn. He wasn't good, not yet, but at least he stopped falling over every ti he tried to talk to a girl.
Then ca Lily, the first girl Hugo truly wanted to impress. He opened his mouth to say sothing charming, and instead made a joke about dragons with big... butts.
Lily stord off, leaving Hugo to wallow in his failure. But instead of giving up, Hugo turned it into motivation.
He studied Sanchez's tips harder than he'd ever studied for school. He morized pick-up lines, practiced in the mirror, and even tried complinting strangers on the street (which led to a few awkward misunderstandings).
Lisa was a turning point. She didn't just teach Hugo how to ride his electric bike; she taught him how to relax and enjoy the little things in life.
With her, Hugo felt like he could breathe. She was also the reason he ended up spending all his money on a blind dining experience for Lily—a date that ended with his first kiss.
It was magical, but of course, it was interrupted by Lily's annoying younger brother barging in like so overprotective guardian angel.
Or demon.
Hugo's next big mont ca at Sanchez's pool party, where he almost had his first real romantic success.
Almost.
Just as things were heating up, Sanchez—being Sanchez—fell off the roof and crashed directly into Hugo's mont.
"Timing is everything," Sanchez said later, as Hugo glared at him with murder in his eyes.
From there, Hugo's life beca a series of near-misses. A blissful shower and night with Lisa was interrupted by her challenging him to a bike race.
A dating app encounter with Fat Daphne turned into a horror story.
Luna, the yoga instructor, turned out to be more of a nace than a muse, constantly blocking Hugo's attempts to move forward with Jessica, her roommate.
And then there was Lily's truth-or-dare confession—a perfect mont ruined once again by her little brother bursting in like a human alarm clock.
Finally, there was Lisa's bike race. Hugo, desperate to win her over, played dirty—but it worked.
He won, and that victory led to the mont he'd been waiting for: his first real night with Lisa. It was perfect, magical, and worth every single disaster along the way.
As Hugo hopped down the street, reliving every awkward, hilarious, and frustrating mont of his journey, a sudden thought hit him:
My life has too many cock-blocks!
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50 PS - 1 Bonus chapter
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200 PS (Quite an achievent as of now) - 3 Bonus chapters.
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