HPDBC Chapter 6: A Master At Work.
Chapter 6: A Master At Work.
Chapter 6: A Master At Work.
Hugo woke up in a hospital bed, his entire body aching as if he'd just been trampled by a herd of stampeding elephants. His head throbbed, and he squinted at the sterile white ceiling above him.
"Ugh, where am I?" he muttered, trying to sit up, only to be met with a sharp pain in his ribs and jaw. "Oh, right... the party. The fight. The right hook."
As if on cue, the Ultimate Harem System's voice echoed in his head, far too chipper for Hugo's liking.
[Ding! 27 days left until eradication!]
He sighed. This wasn't the sort of message one wanted to wake up to. This system was far too sadistic!
Thinking of the death mission, Hugo's mind couldn't help but drift back to his epic fail at the freshman party.
Not only had he failed to successfully approach a single girl, but his luck had been so terrible that the girls he did approach were particularly creative.
Their replies had roasted him so thoroughly he'd suffered third-degree burns!
'Do I really look that bad?'
Without a doubt, Hugo knew his looks were the reason for his failure. He was a short, skinny, sickly-looking boy with trillions of acne, a squeaky voice, and no charisma.
Which girl would want a guy like that?
Still lying on his bed, Hugo opened the system interface and navigated to the inventory tab. In his inventory, there was a single item.
'Plate Unlock Pills'
Hugo had originally read the description of this item but found it too unrealistic.
[Plate Unlock Pills.
Opens your growth plates temporarily for a week and restarts vertical growth.]
Hugo still couldn't believe it. This could make him grow taller? He had peaked at fourteen, and his growth plates had fused.
Could this really change that?
Realising he had nothing to lose, Hugo materialised the pill with a thought and examined it.
It was pink and shaped like a... well, a rather suggestive object.
A dildo?
Hugo was momentarily dazed, but remembering the miraculous benefits this pill promised, he mustered the courage to take it.
He was 5'5. Any added inch was desperately needed!
Without a second thought, Hugo swallowed the pill, hoping it didn't taste how it looked.
He glanced around the room, taking in the scene, before his eyes landed on the door the nurse had just exited. "Ah, I see you've already met Nurse McSexy. She's a tough nut to crack, but watch and learn, dear cousin."
Hugo, still sprawled on the bed in a daze, watched in disbelief as Sanchez sauntered over to the door and stuck his head out.
"Hey there, beautiful! Sorry about my cousin. He's just... well, you know how it is with these medications. They can make you a bit loopy. But you, on the other hand, look like you've got everything perfectly under control."
Hugo's jaw dropped as he watched Sanchez lay on the charm thicker than peanut butter on toast. His voice, his gaze, his choice of words...
The nurse, who moments ago had looked like she'd rather jump out of a window than return to the room, suddenly glided over, giggling and blushing.
"Oh, it's no problem at all," she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "Just doing my job."
Sanchez leaned in closer, flashing her a smile that could have melted steel. "Well, if you ever need someone to help you unwind after a long shift, you've got my number. And if you don't, well, here it is."
He handed her a card, and she took it with a smile that was way too bright for someone who'd just witnessed Hugo's... display.
The nurse tucked the card into her pocket and winked. "I'll think about it."
Sanchez winked back. "You do that."
She left the room, and Hugo just stared, dumbfounded. Sanchez turned back to him, grinning like a cat who'd just caught the canary.
"And that, dear cousin, is how it's done."
Hugo finally found his voice. "How... how did you do that? I mean, I was just... and then she... and you..."
Hugo felt like his cousin must have a secret system of his own! That display didn't feel natural!
There was no way getting a girl's number could be that easy!
Sanchez chuckled, pulling up a chair and sitting down next to Hugo's bed. "It's all about confidence, my man. Confidence and timing. Two things you seem to be a little short on."
Hugo, still feeling the last waves of euphoric sensation fading, looked at his cousin with newfound awe.
"Sanchez, you've got to teach me. I mean, really teach me. I can't keep... whatever this is up on my own."
Sanchez raised an eyebrow. "You want to learn from me? You sure you're ready for that kind of training?"
Hugo nodded desperately. "Yes! Please! I'll do anything! Just... make me less... me!"
Sanchez grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Alright, Hugo. I'll take you under my wing. But be warned—this isn't going to be easy. You're going to have to work for it."
Hugo sat up a little straighter, ignoring the dull ache in his joints. "I'm ready, Sanchez. Whatever it takes."
Hugo took a deep breath, already feeling the pressure. But for the first time in a long while, he felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, with Sanchez's help, he could turn things around.
Or at the very least, stop making a complete fool of himself every time a girl was involved.