Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System

Chapter 123 The Race (1)

The message was from Lisa.

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He shot upright so fast, his head smacked against the headboard. "Ow! What the—" he hissed, rubbing the back of his skull. But the pain didn't matter because his eyes were glued to the words on the screen:

[Babe! I'm back in town. You up for the bike race tonight?]

Hugo blinked. Once. Twice. He leaned back, holding the phone at arm's length like it was about to explode.

Then he leaned forward again, squinting, as if the words might change if he looked at them differently.

For a full ten seconds, Hugo just stared at the message. His mouth hung open. His brain short circuited.

"WHAT?!" he yelled, his voice cracking.

He read the message again, and then once more, as if it might magically change. But no—it was real. Lisa was back. She wanted the race. Tonight.

"Tonight?!" he shrieked, his voice going even higher. "She wants to race tonight?!"

His hands trembled as he clutched the phone. His mind was spiraling into overdrive.

'Okay, okay, think, Hugo. She said I had to beat her in a bike race before we could… you know. And she's been gone all week! Now she just shows up and wants a rematch? At night? No warm up, no prep? Who does that?!'

His eyes were bloodshot and his breathing was rough. He looked like half a lunatic.

'But wait. If I win this race, then… doesn't that mean I can complete the mission? And if I complete the mission, I won't die! Holy crap, this is it! This is my chance at survival! My glorious ticket out of doom!'

Hugo's eyes darted to the timer in his vision. [Two hours and forty-nine minutes.]

Two hours and forty minutes until death. This was literally his last chance to live!

His heart skipped a beat. "Oh, no. Oh, crap. Oh, hell no!"

He practically threw his phone in panic before snatching it up again and typing furiously: "Where's the location?"

Her response came almost immediately: "Abandoned airport track. Be there."

He stared at her reply, his heart pounding. His palms were sweaty—though that might've been from gripping the phone like it owed him money.

"I need a bike," he whispered, the words coming out like a desperate prayer.

The next ten minutes were a whirlwind of action that would've impressed even the most organized athlete.

He sprang out of bed, his bare feet slapping against the cold floor as he scrambled to grab his jeans and shirt.

Clothes flew everywhere—his closet looked like a bomb had gone off in it—and within minutes, he was dressed… sort of.

His shirt was on backwards, and his socks didn't match, but who cared? None of that mattered at the moment.

He bolted out the door, muttering to himself like a lunatic. "I need a bike. I NEED A BIKE!"

The nearest rental shop was a few blocks away, and Hugo sprinted there like his life depended on it—because it did.

He burst through the door, slapped a crumpled twenty dollar bill on the counter, and gasped out, "One… bike… please!"

The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow, taking in Hugo's wild hair, mismatched socks, and the sheer desperation in his eyes. "You, uh, in a hurry or something?"

"Yes!" Hugo shouted, grabbing the first bike he saw. "No questions! Just—just give me the bike!"

As Hugo pedaled furiously toward the airport track, a single thought echoed in his head: 'I can't beat her. There's no way I'm beating her. She's Lisa—the queen of cycling, the goddess of speed! I'll probably die mid-race. But if I don't try, I'm definitely dead. So here goes nothing.'

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9:45 p.m.

Hugo pedaled onto the abandoned airport track, his legs burning and his lungs screaming for mercy.

Sweat dripped down his forehead as he slowed to a stop, his watch showing the time in bold, mocking numbers.

One hour and fifty minutes left.

'Two hours left,' he thought, his stomach doing a somersault. 'Two hours before I'm toast.'

His gaze swept across the empty track. It was eerily quiet, with only the faint hum of a flickering floodlight to break the silence.

Then he saw her.

Lisa stood near a faded starting line, her silhouette illuminated by a single flickering floodlight.

She was leaning casually against her bike, her white leggings and crop hoodie catching the light in a way that made her look almost angelic.

Her long, dark hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, and when she glanced up at him, a playful smirk tugged at her lips.

Hugo's pedaling slowed to a stop as he stared, mesmerized. For a moment, everything else faded—the world, the race, even his impending doom.

All he could see was her, standing there like some kind of goddess of speed and beauty.

"Nice of you to show up," she said, her tone teasing.

Hugo's breath hitched. For a moment, all his panic and dread melted away, replaced by a single thought: 'She's so freaking gorgeous!'

Lisa raised an eyebrow. "You planning to stare all night, or are we racing?"

Hugo snapped out of it, his cheeks turning bright red. "Nice to see you too. Also, I was just, uh, mentally preparing."

Lisa laughed, the sound light and musical. "Sure you were." She swung a leg over her bike, her movements fluid and confident. "Ready to lose, Hugo?"

Hugo gritted his teeth, trying to summon every ounce of confidence he had. "Lose? Me? You're dreaming. Tonight, I'm leaving you in the dust!"

She grinned, clearly amused by his bravado. "Big talk. Let's see if you can back it up."

Hugo tightened his grip on the handlebars of his rental bike, his knuckles white. His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum.

'Everything depends on this race,' he thought, his stomach twisting into knots.

He leaned forward, his gaze locked on Lisa. "Let's do this."

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