Supreme Casanova: Ultimate Harem System

Hugo dashed toward the library like a man on a mission—or more accurately, a man running from his academic doom.

His hair was a mess, his shirt was half-tucked, and his frantic expression could have scared a flock of pigeons into the next century.

But just as he reached the entrance, a bony hand shot out and blocked his path.

"Ticket," the librarian said in a voice so monotone it could put an insomniac to sleep.

Hugo blinked at the elderly man, who looked like he'd been around since the invention of books.

He had thick glasses that magnified his droopy eyes, and his movements were so slow it was like he was moving underwater.

"Ticket? What ticket?" Hugo asked, exasperated.

"The library ticket," the librarian said, not an ounce of urgency in his tone. He reached under the counter in slow motion, as though the concept of speed offended him. "New policy. Must take a ticket to enter. Must return it when leaving."

Hugo threw his hands up. "Are you serious? Since when do libraries need tickets? This isn't a concert! I'm not here to see Beyoncé!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The librarian narrowed his eyes, his hand still fumbling under the counter at a snail's pace. He was so slow it felt like he was operating in a different time zone.

"Rules are rules. It's a new semester policy from the Association of Academic Resource Management. All students must take a ticket to enter and return it when they leave. Helps track foot traffic and reduce book theft."

"Who steals books?!" Hugo practically shouted. "What kind of criminal mastermind walks out with stolen textbooks?!"

"You'd be surprised," the librarian said, his voice as dry as the Sahara. He adjusted his glasses with all the enthusiasm of a man whose coffee had been replaced with decaf.

"Last semester, someone walked out with an entire set of encyclopaedias. Volume by volume. Took them three weeks. We only noticed when a student complained they couldn't find the 'G' section."

Hugo stared at him, dumbfounded. "Okay, but does it have to be this slow? At this rate, I'll have grey hair before I even get inside!"

The librarian raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps you should learn some patience, young man. Making a scene doesn't make my hands move faster."

"Yeah, well, maybe if your hands moved faster, I wouldn't be making a scene!" Hugo shot back, practically vibrating with frustration.

The librarian finally produced a ticket and placed it on the counter with all the urgency of a sloth on a lazy day. "There you go. Happy now?"

Hugo snatched it up, muttering under his breath, "Oh, I'm thrilled. Ecstatic. Living my best life." Then, louder, he said with forced politeness, "Thank you for your excellent service."

"You're welcome," the librarian replied, utterly unfazed.

Hugo scampered off, his shoes squeaking against the polished floors, before calling over his shoulder, "I hope a turtle replaces you!"

The librarian leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed. "Enjoy your stay. And keep the noise down. This is a library, not a football stadium."

As Hugo navigated the labyrinth of bookshelves, his frantic expression returned.

Why was he so panicked? Because the academic gods had decided to ruin his life, that's why.

After seeing the impromptu test announcement, Hugo had spent hours trying to study, but none of it made sense. The material simply refused to stick in his brain.

It wasn't entirely his fault, though. Hugo wasn't the problem. The problem? Professor Marlow, their lecturer, had the teaching style of a mad scientist.

Instead of explaining things like a normal human being, he liked to speak in riddles and metaphors, as if he was auditioning to become a Shakespearean actor.

Hugo still wasn't sure what "Treat equations like a lover—always balance, never divide!" was supposed to mean.

In his desperation, Hugo had turned to Loli—the one person who could save him. She was small, sharp, and always wore oversized hoodies, looking like she belonged in a cartoon about genius kids.

To Hugo's immense relief, when he called her for help, she had agreed to tutor him and told him to meet her at the library.

But as Hugo scanned the vast sea of bookshelves, he realised he had a new problem: finding her.

The library was gigantic, with rows upon rows of bookshelves, and Hugo didn't have time to play hide and seek. He pulled out his phone and shot her a text.

[Hugo: Where are you? This place looks bigger than my future!]

A few seconds later, her reply came:

[Loli: Dungeon & Dragons Manuals Section. No one ever comes here. It's the perfect spot.]

Hugo squinted at his phone. "Dungeon & Dragons Manuals? What kind of nerdy, overly specific section is that?" But he didn't have time to argue.

Following the signs, he hurried through the library, passing sections like Ancient Civilisations and Obscure Bird Species, until he finally saw the label: Dungeon & Dragons Manuals.

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He turned the corner and spotted Loli sitting at a table, her nose buried in a massive rulebook.

But his relief was short lived. Hugo froze. Sitting next to her was Emily.

Hugo's heart stopped. Emily wasn't just any girl—she was the girl. The most gorgeous girl in their class, with glossy black hair, sparkling eyes, and a smile that could melt the iciest of hearts.

Unfortunately, she was also the girl Hugo had embarrassed himself in front of during orientation.

The memory hit him like a slap to the face. He had been sitting next to Emily when he sneezed and, to his eternal shame, farted at the same time.

The entire class had laughed, and Hugo had wanted to dig a hole and bury himself alive. The memory still haunted him.

Now here she was, sitting in the nerdiest section of the library, right next to Loli.

"Why me?" Hugo whispered, panic creeping in.

Loli looked up, spotted him, and waved enthusiastically. "Hugo! Over here!"

Emily turned to see who Loli was calling, and Hugo felt his soul leave his body. Every instinct told him to turn around and sprint out of the library.

But he couldn't. Slowly, like a man walking to his own execution, he raised his foot.

"Why do I do this to myself?" he muttered, dread pooling in his stomach.

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