Hugo pulled up to Sanchez's massive, insanely luxurious mansion and imdiately felt poor. Again.
The massive gates swung open like he was entering the ho of a billionaire drug lord, and the long-ass driveway had more flowers than his mother's garden of 15 years.
And of course, the final boss was the sleek, green lambo truck parked up front.
This was the power of Sanchez. This was the power of money!
Hugo parked his own Benz between two pillars and sighed deeply. One day… one day, he too would live like this.
But first, he had to solve the ridiculous problem his evil system had thrown at him.
With a determined heart, he marched to the front door and rang the bell like a debt collector.
DING-DONG! DING-DONG! DING-DONG! DING-DONG! DING-DONG! DING-DONG!
A few seconds later, a grumpy voice ca from the intercom.
"Who the hell—"
"It's , Hugo! Open up, man!"
There was a long sigh before the door clicked open.
Hugo strolled inside like he owned the place.
And that's when he saw Sanchez standing in the grand hallway, dressed like he was about to win the Masters Tournant.
White polo, green slacks, expensive golf shoes, and sunglasses he was wearing indoors like a rich douchebag.
He even had a caddy carrying his golf bag behind him!
Hugo's eyebrows twitched.
This man was about to ditch him.
"I'm busy, kid," Sanchez said before Hugo could speak. "Got a golf session with a smoking hot model. Can't waste ti dealing with your dumbass problems today."
Hugo's eyes widened.
"Oh, so you're just gonna abandon your dear student in his ti of need? After everything I've done for you?!"
Sanchez scoffed. "What the hell have you ever done for ?"
Hugo imdiately clutched his chest and gasped dramatically.
"Damn, man… I thought we were family! I thought you were my ntor, my guide, my trusted ally in this cruel world! But here you are, leaving to suffer—like a fatherless child!"
The caddy snorted. Sanchez glared.
"Don't guilt-trip , bastard. I don't have ti for this."
Hugo fell to his knees.
"Sanchez, please! I am a lost soul wandering through the darkness! Only you… ONLY YOU can lead to the light!"
Sanchez groaned loudly and rubbed his temples.
"Fine! Five minutes! If you're still here after that, I'll have my butler throw you out!"
Hugo imdiately perked up and hopped onto the couch.
"Alright, so listen, I've got this huge-ass problem. And I have no idea how to even go about it."
Sanchez blinked.
Then he sighed. The kind of sigh teachers give when a dumb student asked the sa question for the umpteenth ti.
"Alright, what's the problem?"
Hugo took a deep breath.
"I have to… uh… successfully pull off a threeso."
Silence.
Sanchez just… stared.
Then he slowly removed his sunglasses, set them on the table, and folded his hands together.
"…Boy. Are you telling you ca all the way here… to ask how to arrange a threeso?"
Hugo nodded frantically.
"YES! I have no idea how to do this! I need two willing girls, I need to bring them together smoothly, and I need to, you know, seal the deal! You're a legendary playboy! Teach your ways, oh great sage!"
Sanchez sighed deeply, leaned back, and rubbed his chin. He glanced at his expensive watch for a brief mont before staring at Hugo.
"Well, first of all, you gotta find out if the girls are even into that kinda thing. That's step one."
Hugo nodded. "Right, right. And how do I do that?"
Sanchez smirked.
"Simple. You ask."
Hugo stared at him.
"…That's it?"
"Yeah."
"You expect to just walk up to a girl and be like, 'Hey, have you ever had a threeso before?'"
Sanchez snickered. "You could. But that's for amateurs. A real player reads the signs."
Hugo leaned forward. "Signs?"
"Yeah. You gotta pay attention to how a girl talks, the things she jokes about, and her general vibe.
"Like, if she's making flirty comnts about another girl in front of you, that's a green light. If she's comfortable with, say, touching another chick at a party, that's a green light.
"If she's openly talking about crazy experiences, she's probably down for more."
Hugo nodded slowly.
"Okay… that makes sense."
Sanchez grinned.
"Now, step two: Bringing them together."
Hugo's eyes sparkled. "Yes! How do I do that?!"
Sanchez leaned in like he was about to drop so ancient wisdom.
"…You just do it."
Hugo twitched.
"What the hell does that an, Sanchez?!"
Sanchez snorted.
"Relax, dumbass. What I an is, you gotta create a situation where they're both in the sa space, comfortable, and having fun.
"You can't just throw them in a room and be like, 'Wanna bang?' That's weird."
Hugo sighed. He had thought of doing just that already. "So… how do I do that?"
"Two words. Ga night."
Hugo blinked.
"…Ga night?"
Sanchez smirked.
"Yup. Call them over for a casual night of drinks, fun, and friendly competition. It could be truth or dare, drinking gas, strip poker—whatever fits the vibe.
"That's your setup. Get them laughing, relaxed, and naturally interacting. Then, when the energy is right, escalate things."
Hugo nodded furiously. "And by escalate, you an…?"
Sanchez winked.
"You'll figure it out."
"NO! WHAT DOES THAT AN?!"
Sanchez checked his watch. "Alright, my five minutes are up. I gotta go."
Hugo shot to his feet.
"WAIT! YOU DIDN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING PROPERLY! WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO AFTER GA NIGHT?!"
Sanchez grabbed his golf bag and grinned.
"Be smooth, make a move, and don't be awkward. If you get this wrong, you're on your own, kid. Good luck, and may your armpits never stink."
With that, he strolled out the door, hopped into a his truck, and sped off like he wasn't responsible for Hugo's suffering.
Hugo stood there, stunned, confused, and betrayed.
"That son of a—"
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Sanchez thought he could just abandon him like that?
Oh, hell no.
Hugo marched straight to Sanchez's liquor cabinet, grabbed the most expensive bottle he could find, and popped it open.
"If I'm suffering, I'm at least gonna do it while drinking your $5,000 whiskey, old man."
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