Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System

The YouTuber clapped his hands together, grinning wildly as he looked around at the group.

The energy in the room was electric—people were laughing, talking, and already teasing each other about what was about to go down.

He turned toward the camera, shaking his head dramatically before addressing the audience.

"Aight, y'all," he said, pointing at the lens. "This first game is a classic. You already know what time it is. We're playing Kiss, Slap, or Marry!"

A loud wave of oohs and excited chatter filled the room as the contestants reacted.

Some of the girls giggled, nudging each other, while a few of the guys immediately started stretching like they were about to enter a boxing ring.

"Y'all better play fair," the YouTuber continued, smirking. "No hard feelings—unless you get slapped. Then, uh… that's kinda tough."

Everyone burst out laughing.

One of the bigger guys in the back cracked his knuckles loudly. "If I get slapped, I'm taking it personally," he joked, making everyone laugh even harder.

The YouTuber held up his hands. "Alright, here's how it works. One person spins the bottle, and whoever it lands on has to pick—kiss, slap, or marry. Simple. But be warned…"

He gave a dramatic pause, looking around the group. "If you get slapped too many times, you might have to reevaluate your whole personality."

The laughter in the room was uncontrollable now, and one of the girls playfully nudged a guy sitting next to her.

"Yeah, I already know you're getting slapped at least three times," she teased.

"Damn, at least let me play first," he groaned, making everyone laugh again.

The YouTuber waved his hands. "Alright, alright, let's start this madness! Who's going first?"

Immediately, one of the girls grabbed the bottle and gave it a spin. The entire group fell dead silent, all eyes locked on the spinning glass as it twirled on the floor.

The tension was insane, like the final moments of a championship game.

The bottle slowed… wobbled… then landed on a guy who immediately threw his hands in the air. "Oh HELL no—!"

The room exploded into laughter, and just like that, the game had begun.

Twenty minutes later and the game was in full swing. The energy in the room was wild. The cameras were rolling, the lights were bright, and the tension was off the charts.

Hugo was seated comfortably in the circle, feeling both amused and slightly nervous as the bottle spun on the floor, its glass surface reflecting the excited, expectant faces of everyone around.

People were laughing, gasping, and yelling out predictions as it landed on random people, forcing them into hilariously awkward situations.

Some of the guys had already taken their fair share of slaps, and a few had gotten humiliating "marry" proposals that were so over-the-top, even the cameraman was struggling to hold in his laughter.

The game had been ruthless so far. Some girls had been forced to eliminate themselves, some got slapped, and others just prayed they wouldn't get picked at all.

Hugo was watching it all unfold with his usual mix of confidence and amusement, his brain running at 100 miles per hour, analyzing the situation.

Alright, he thought, statistically speaking, there are like five guys in this game, and so far, NONE of them have been chosen for a kiss.

'That means the probability of me getting picked is pretty low. No need to panic. I'll probably just get a slap or a marry. Nothing crazy. Right?'

Right?

Then, it happened.

The bottle spun. Slowed down. Teetered. And then it landed right on Hugo.

The entire room went silent for half a second. Then—

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The guys lost their minds. Some were yelling, some were laughing in disbelief, and one dude in the back even threw his hat on the floor like he just lost all hope in life.

Meanwhile, Hugo sat there, blinking in mild surprise.

'Okay, no big deal. Someone's gonna slap me. Maybe a 'marry' if I'm lucky. I can handle this. I'm chill.'

Then, the madness began.

The first girl looked at him. Smirked. And said, "Kiss."

5 minutes later…

The second girl, without hesitation—"Kiss."

3 minutes later…

The third girl? "Kiss."

1 minute later…

The fourth? "Kiss."

By the time the fifth girl said "Kiss," the YouTuber in charge of the game was already pacing the room with his hands on his head, looking like he just witnessed an act of God.

The guys? Oh, they were fuming.

"THIS AIN'T FAIR, MAN!" One of them shouted, standing up with both hands in the air. "HOW? HOW DOES HE GET ALL THE KISSES?!"

"Nah, bro got main character energy," another dude muttered, shaking his head like he had just been betrayed.

The YouTuber pointed at Hugo, laughing. "Nah, we gotta check his birth chart or something. This level of rizz? It's not normal."

Meanwhile, Hugo was sitting there, trying to process what was happening. Wait. WAIT. HOLD ON. EVERY SINGLE GIRL SAID KISS?!? His brain was glitching.

This wasn't just good luck—this was legendary. He had just broken some kind of cosmic law. Somewhere in the universe, some ancient love god was probably watching him like, Yeah, this one's built different.

Was he truly so handsome? Was this a parallel world?

But just when he thought things couldn't get crazier—

"Wait," a familiar voice spoke up.

It was Rai.

Hugo turned his head and—oh. OH.

Rai was looking directly at him, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. But then, a small smirk played at the corner of her lips. "I was also gonna say kiss."

The room erupted into chaos.

"NO WAY!"

"SHE SAID IT TOO?!"

"AYO, WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

Before anyone could fully process that, another voice spoke up.

"I was also gonna kiss him," another girl said casually.

A wave of shocked gasps and screaming followed. The guys were officially losing their minds.

"NAH, I'M LEAVING. I CAN'T DO THIS."

"WEAK MEN FEAR HIM. STRONG MEN RESPECT HIM."

"BRO NEEDS TO TEACH A MASTERCLASS."

Hugo, meanwhile, was about to have an out-of-body experience. What did I do? What did I unlock? He could barely think anymore.

His brain was on autopilot. And before he knew it, the kisses started.

One by one, the girls came up to kiss him. Hugo, maintaining his cool (externally, at least), accepted his fate and played along.

Some were slow and teasing, some were playful, and at least one girl grabbed his collar like she was about to film a romantic movie scene.

Every single kiss was being recorded, and the YouTuber looked like he was about to lose his mind.

And then.

A plot twist.

One of the girls who had kissed him stepped back and, with a grin, said, "By the way, I'm gay."

The guys howled in laughter. The YouTuber fell to his knees, dramatically clutching his chest like he had just been mortally wounded.

Hugo? Hugo was staring into the void, his brain fighting for an explanation. His thoughts spiraled until, finally, he sighed, reached for the drink in front of him, and took a long sip.

The YouTuber wiped his forehead, still in shock. "Nah, man, we just witnessed history. This video is going viral."

And then—finally—it was Hugo's turn.

He spun the bottle. It went around and around until, at last, it landed on Rai.

Silence.

All eyes on him.

Hugo smirked, already knowing exactly what to say.

"Marry."

The room exploded again, and Rai actually laughed, shaking her head before flicking his forehead playfully. "Of course you would."

The YouTuber, still recovering from the madness of what had just happened, finally clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.

"Alright, alright, we gotta move on before we all die from this insanity." He pointed to the camera.

"The next game—'Find Your Match'—happening later tonight. But for now, let's just process what the hell just happened."

As the cameras cut, the guys were still in disbelief, some pacing around, others muttering about how they needed to get in the gym or change their whole approach to life.

Meanwhile, Hugo leaned back, feeling like he had just ascended to a higher level of existence.

One thing was for sure; his legend was only just beginning.

…..

Later that evening…

The YouTuber clapped his hands together, his face still glowing with excitement from the absolute chaos of the last game.

He looked around at the group, shaking his head in disbelief before turning toward the camera with a dramatic sigh.

"Alright, alright, I still can't believe what just happened," he said, running a hand through his hair like he was physically trying to recover.

The rest of the guys in the room were still sulking, looking like they had just lost a championship game in the last five seconds.

Meanwhile, Hugo sat there, completely relaxed, looking like he had just won the lottery twice in one day.

He had spent the day getting to know Rin and Rai even more. He was making a lot of progress!

The YouTuber pointed at him. "Bro, you better explain yourself. What kind of witchcraft do you have going on? Every girl just lined up to kiss you like you're some kind of romance movie protagonist!"

The room erupted in laughter, and one of the other guys groaned loudly. "Nah, I'm not over it. There's gotta be a reason—this doesn't make sense!"

Hugo smirked, leaned back, and shrugged. "I don't make the rules, man. I just exist."

Another round of outrage from the guys. Someone threw a couch pillow at him.

One dude even stood up and dramatically pointed at the sky like he was demanding answers from the universe itself.

"I swear I'm hitting the gym after this," he muttered.

The YouTuber wiped a fake tear from his eye and finally turned back to the camera. "Aight, moving on before we all lose our minds."

He took a deep breath. "For our next game—one of my personal favorites—we're playing Find Your Match!"

The room immediately buzzed with excitement, and a few of the girls giggled, already whispering among themselves. The guys, however, looked nervous.

"Here's how it works," the YouTuber explained, grinning. "All the guys and girls will secretly write down the name of one person they'd want to match with. If both people pick each other, boom—you're a match! If you don't match with anyone… well, tough luck."

A loud Ooooooh filled the room, and one guy leaned over and whispered dramatically, "Yo, this is about to expose people."

The YouTuber laughed. "Exactly. No dodging, no hiding. This is pure, unfiltered truth."

Hugo sat there, nodding slowly. Interesting. So this is basically a game of probability and mind games. If I pick someone and they pick me, it's a win.

But if I overthink it and pick the wrong girl, I could end up looking dumb. But then again… he smirked. I never lose.

The YouTuber snapped his fingers. "Alright, grab your pens and slips of paper. You got thirty seconds. Choose wisely."