Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System

Chapter 206 Women Like Hot Models...

Hugo stared at his phone screen, completely frozen. A shocked gasp escaped his lips.

Sanchez had really done it.

$6,000.

SIX. THOUSAND. DOLLARS!

And all he did was stand around, look stupid, and get screamed at by a bald man for five minutes.

His brain short circuited.

Was… was this the easiest money he had ever made in his life?!

It absolutely was!

He didn't have to race fast and furious for a gang, nor did he have to race fast and furious against Lisa.

He had simply let out his inner self to the world and suffered testicle squeezing and he had made 6k!

He felt like he had just discovered the ultimate cheat code. If he could get six grand for standing there like an idiot, then what would happen if he actually got good at this?!

If he became a pro that was renowned worldwide?

His eyes slowly widened, glowing with dangerous ambition. He looked like a predator who had just discovered an infinite rabbit supply...

At first, his plan was simple—take the money and run. But now? Now, he was starting to think that this modeling thing might actually be worth something.

He could actually have a future with this. Especially since he could become a veteran of the business easily.

He folded his arms, rubbing his chin in deep thought.

There were eight major reasons why he should become a model.

1. Money.

This one was obvious.

If he could make $6,000 just for looking confused in front of a camera, then he could probably rack up tens of thousands in just a few months.

Maybe even millions if he became famous.

That way he could get his own lambo truck and even a celebrity mansion if he hit it big.

2. More Beauties.

There was a publicly acknowledged fact. Male models were always surrounded by gorgeous women.

It was the rule of life. The girls would willingly flock towards him.

And since he had that crazy death mission that required a 10/10 beauty, what better way to increase his chances of finding one than by putting himself in an industry full of walking supermodels?

3. An Excuse to Stay Handsome.

If he became a model, not only would he have a perfect excuse to stay in peak condition, he would also have a perfect excuse for his ridiculous glow ups.

My modelling secrets? You can't expect me to tell you, right?

Instead of working out just because he liked it, he could now tell people, "Oh, I HAVE to stay in shape. It's my JOB."

4. More Clout.

Let's be real—people respected male models.

No one could argue with a hot, rich guy with a six pack on a magazine cover.

He would instantly have more social status than 99% of the guys he knew. His social stat would also skyrocket crazily.

5. Exclusive Parties.

Luxury events. Celebrity hangouts. Mansion pool parties.

He could already imagine himself, sunglasses on, lounging in some billionaire's private island resort.

He would be able to go to THE parties!

6. Free Stuff.

Top brands gave free clothes to models.

No more spending money on expensive outfits or struggling with the right outfit to wear—they would send the best ones straight to his house and still beg him to wear them!

7. Connections.

Being a model meant he could make powerful friends.

He could get into elite circles, meet important people, and expand his opportunities in ways he couldn't even imagine yet.

8. It's Basically a Cheat Code for Women.

Let's not kid ourselves.

Women liked hot, successful guys.

And if he became a famous model? That was basically unlocking God Mode.

He would instantly surpass his mentor Sanchez in the Heavenly Dao of Rizz!

Hugo's lips curled into a grin.

…Yeah, this was worth it. This was definitely worth it!

"Alright. I'll risk it."

Without hesitation, he pulled up his system interface and quickly spent 1,000 credits on a brand new Modelling Mastery slot.

Time to Suffer.

Hugo stretched his arms dramatically. "Welp! I need to use the bathroom."

Sanchez raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"The bathroom." Hugo nodded seriously. "Urgently."

Without waiting for a reply, he turned around, grabbed his bag and bolted upstairs.

Minutes later, Hugo stood in his private room in Sanchez's mansion.

The moment the door locked behind him, he yanked off his shirt, tossed it aside, and then…

He reached inside his bag and pulled out a thick, industrial grade GAG.

Yes.

He had been preparing for this moment.

This wasn't his first rodeo.

Mastery infusion was hell.

Hugo clenched his jaw, mentally preparing himself. He had already done this multiple times, especially at Loli's private dorm, and it had nearly killed him.

Even if he suffered no physical harm, he literally almost died mentally!

And now?

Now he was going to max out Modelling Mastery in one go.

He did the math in his head.

He had received 200 mastery points from the voucher.

To win the bet against Loli and avoid the disastrous fate of the tutu wearing ballerina king, he had spent 75 points on his gaming mastery slot.

So if he spent another 100 Points to level up his modelling mastery, that would leave him with only 25 points left.

The voucher would soon be exhausted...

Hugo sighed. "Alright. Let's do this."

"System, spend 25 mastery points into Modelling Mastery."

The moment the words left his mouth—

PAIN.

A shocking surge of heat and electricity exploded in his skull like he had just been struck by lightning. His vision blurred. His muscles locked up.

Then—

A flood of knowledge crashed into his brain.

Runway walking. Pose theory. Camera angles. Facial micro expressions.

His body jerked violently as his muscles were forcefully reprogrammed with instinctive poses and movements.

His spine arched. His fingers curled. His shoulders twitched as the muscle memory of countless poses burned itself into his nerves.

Hugo's back slammed against the floor as his body convulsed.

His hands clawed at the carpet. His toes curled.

WHY—WHY IS IT SO PAINFUL?!

IT'S JUST POSING! WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE I'M GIVING BIRTH TO A NEW SOUL?!

His vision turned white.

His jaw clenched so hard, the gag nearly snapped.

Finally—after five full minutes of agony—the pain slowly faded.

Hugo lay there, drenched in sweat, gasping for air.

He stared at the ceiling, his mind completely numb.

"…I still have to do this three more times."

F*ck!

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