Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System-Chapter 245 Rough Night.

The party was in full swing, a wild mess of flashing lights, booming bass, and enough sweaty bodies grinding on the dance floor to make a sardine can jealous.

Every corner of the house pulsed with energy—people were dancing like their lives depended on it, cups of questionable liquid sloshing in their hands as if spilling half their drink was some weird party ritual.

Laughter echoed from the backyard, the smell of alcohol mixed with something vaguely burnt—probably someone's poor attempt at barbecuing while drunk.

But in the middle of all that chaos?

Hugo stood in the kitchen, looking like the saddest man alive.

His hand rifled through a pile of half-empty bottles in the fridge, digging around like a miner searching for gold, except in his case, the treasure was a cold bottle of beer.

His shoulders sagged like the weight of the entire party was pressing down on him.

His usually sharp eyes were dull, staring through the bottles like he wasn't even sure why he was here anymore.

'I can't believe this. I actually can't believe this.' His thoughts felt like broken glass rattling around in his skull.

'What went wrong? Where did I mess up? I had two beautiful girls giving me attention—and now?'

Now he was pale, listless, and very much alone.

After Loli's final soul-crushing words—"You're disgusting, Hugo"—she had stormed off, and like the absolute genius he was, he didn't even dare to follow her.

His legs had turned into stone pillars, locking him in place while she disappeared into the night, probably plotting his emotional destruction.

But what really pissed him off?

Celine.

The demon in human form who had lit the match and tossed it right into his carefully built tower of lies!

After dropping those nuclear-level bombs on Loli, instead of sticking around to deal with the fallout, she had just… left.

Disappeared into the crowd like a magician after their final trick. No explanations, no apologies—just silence!

"I swear she's an actual villain." His brain conjured up the most dramatic scenarios. "I need hazard pay just for being near her."

Finally, his fingers closed around a bottle of beer. Without a second thought, he popped it open and took a long, bitter sip.

The cool liquid burned a little on the way down—not enough to numb his suffering, but enough to remind him that, yes, this was real life, and yes, this night truly sucked.

Leaning against the counter, Hugo's lips twitched into a sad smirk as he mumbled to himself, voice low and drenched in sarcasm,

"Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I thought I was winning,

But I'm just a fool."

Then, just to make his own misery official, he sang it out loud in the most dramatic, off-key voice possible, raising his beer in a mock toast to his reflection in the kitchen window.

"Cheers to being the biggest idiot at the party!"

The truth hit him like a brick wall covered in neon lights: Yeah, he'd gotten better at talking to girls.

A few months ago, this version of Hugo would've been unthinkable. But now? He could flirt, charm, and hold a conversation without sounding like a socially awkward robot.

But juggling girls? Managing a full-blown harem?

"Apparently, that's a skill I don't have yet." He sighed dramatically and took another sip of his beer. "Guess there's still room for improvement."

Eventually, he wandered over to the pool area, the party's noise fading into the background as he plopped down on a lounge chair like a man who had just fought a war and lost badly.

His eyes stared blankly at the shimmering water, his reflection rippling with every slight breeze.

'Bet Collins is living the dream right now,' Hugo thought bitterly. 'Probably halfway through round one with his hot little Asian goddess while I'm out here making sad-boy poetry.'

But just as that miserable thought settled in…

He saw him.

Collins.

Descending the staircase like a man who'd just survived an actual battle.

His signature cocky grin was gone, replaced by a forced, awkward smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Wait, what?" Hugo squinted. "That was fast. Is my guy… a five-minute man?"

As Collins made his way across the crowd, casually tossing greetings at random partygoers, Hugo couldn't help the flood of ridiculous thoughts rushing through his brain.

'No way. No way. Did the king of smooth actually fumble the bag that quickly? This is history in the making.'

Finally, their eyes met. Collins's smile dropped entirely. He approached like a soldier returning from the front lines, and as soon as he sat down beside Hugo, the tension between them was palpable.

Both of them spoke at the exact same time:

"Bro, what happened to you?"

There was a brief, awkward pause.

Collins went first. He ran a hand down his face, clearly shaken. "Bro… you're not gonna believe this. That Asian girl? Yeah, she—she had a thing for… using a strap-on on dudes."

Hugo's brain short-circuited.

Then, like a dam bursting, laughter exploded out of him, his sides aching almost immediately.

"NO FREAKING WAY!" He wheezed, clutching his stomach as tears prickled in his eyes. "Collins! The king of smooth! Defeated by a strap-on fetish!"

Collins glared, clearly unamused. "It's not funny, bro! I thought I was gonna die in there! I couldn't do it!"

Hugo wiped away a tear, trying to catch his breath. "Oh, it's funny. It's so funny."

Collins shook his head, trying to hold onto some dignity. "Alright, alright—what about you, Mr. Ladies' Man? What's got you looking like a kicked puppy?"

The grin slid off Hugo's face like melted butter. "Loli came back."

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"Oh yeah," Hugo muttered, taking another sip of his beer like it was his only friend left in the world.

"And my target? Yeah, she left me hanging after dropping emotional nukes all over the place. Both of them are gone, and I'm out here, drowning in my own bad decisions."

The two of them stared at each other for a long moment, the weight of mutual defeat settling in.

"Rough night, huh?" Collins muttered.

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"Rough night," Hugo agreed.

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