The sauna felt like a scorching inferno. Hugo shifted ufortably on the wooden bench, ncing down with a grimace at the thin, overly clingy thong Sanchez had somehow ’convinced’ him to wear.


    The heat was already unbearable, and now he was practically glued to the bench by sweat. Every movement he made was a fresh wave of difort, and his face was flushed with embarrassment as much as from the heat.


    Across from him, Sanchez sat as if he were in thep of luxury, despite the subtle glint of difort in his eyes.


    He was sweating too, of course, but he’d clearly perfected the art of hiding his suffering under a mask of stoic calm.


    Then, Sanchez reached over and tapped a button on the sauna’s inte. His voice, deep and theatrical, crackled through the speakers: "Bring me some chocte syrup and… my taser."


    Hugo blinked. "Wait, what? Why would you need chocte syrup and a taser?"


    Sanchez gave him a serious look, as if he’d just asked a deeply naive question. "Focus, Hugo. You’re about to learn the ancient and sacred art of making a woman fold."


    "Fold?" Hugo asked, shifting again in the dreaded thong. "Like… origami?"


    "No, not literally fold!" Sanchez sighed, rubbing his temples. "Making a girl ’fold’ is when you make her heart skip, spark a little nervousness, or light up that spark of tension. It’s like causing her to get butterflies when she’s around you."


    Sanchez straightened up, his expression like a wise sage sharing the ultimate secrets. "It’s about leaving her feeling excited and charmed, leaving her wanting more."


    Hugo nodded, trying to absorb the words while fighting the urge to w off the thong. "Alright… so, how do you make a girl… fold?"


    "It’s split into two parts: physical and non-physical," Sanchez exined, adjusting his posture. He spoke with the gravitas of a grandmaster, as though he were passing down ancient wisdom. "Let’s start with the beginner-level physical aspects."


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    At that moment, the sauna door opened, and Sanchez’s maid entered with a tray holding… chocte syrup and a taser.


    She ced them on the bench and left without a word, looking entirely unfazed.


    "First things first," Sanchez continued, holding up the taser with an all-too-eager glint in his eyes. "We’re going to start with intense eye contact. Nothing says confidence like looking directly into someone’s eyes. But intense eye contact can be… intimidating. It takes a special kind of bravery. That’s why we’re going to train your resolve."


    Hugo gulped. "Why do I feel like that involves the taser?"


    Sanchez grinned. "I’m d you asked. To maintain unwavering eye contact, you need to build up your resistance to flinching—hence, the taser."


    "Nope," Hugo said quickly, leaning back as far as he could, hands raised in protest. "No, I’m good with flinching, actually. Been practicing it all my life."


    "Nonsense!" Sanchez’s grin widened, thrusting the taser towards him. "Hold still."


    What followed was two hours of pure, chaotic, and mildly terrifying ’training.’


    Hugo tried to evade, duck, and even hide behind the sauna’s benches, but Sanchez was relentless, wielding the taser with the glee of a kid ying tag.


    By the end of it, Hugo was a sweaty mess, his muscles twitching from all the taser jolts, and somehow… he felt a tiny bit more confident.


    Sanchez pped him on the shoulder. "That confidence you found today? Never lose it."


    "Trust me," Hugo muttered, rubbing his aching arm. "I don’t think I could forget this even if I tried."


    "Now," Sanchez continued, undeterred, "let’s talk about the next aspect: that sexy voice. Lower it, slow it down a bit. When you talk to a girl, let each word simmer.


    A deep, calm voice makes her feel like you’re someone who’s sure of himself, who doesn’t need to rush. It’s practically hypnotic. If you can nail the voice, anything you say would basically be a sure hit.


    Remember that it’s not always what you say that matters, but how you say it."


    Hugo nodded, half-listening and half-praying Sanchez wouldn’t pull out the taser again. But Sanchez was on a roll.


    "And then there’s the non-physical side. These are moves that don’t require touching her—just a bit of smooth talking. First off: abrupt, genuinepliments. But here’s the trick,"


    Sanchez leaned in as if sharing the secret to life itself, "don’tpliment her looks. Not right away. Compliment herugh, her sense of humour, or the way she smiles. Something unexpected.


    It’s a move straight to her heart, and trust me, it works. It’s different. Makes her feel seen. Makes you stand out from other dudes."


    Hugo raised an eyebrow. "So, don’t just go, ’Hey, nice face,’ or something?"


    "Exactly," Sanchez said, as if Hugo had just cracked a master code. "Now, next is what I call direct affirmations. This is when you’re so confident, you don’t even give her a chance to question your interest.


    Look her in the eyes and say, ’You’re mine now,’ or ’I want you.’ It’s like nting a g—very powerful. You aren’t asking for permission; you’re telling her you’re interested. There’s power in certainty."


    "Isn’t that, uh, a bit intense?"


    "That’s the point, Hugo. It’s about confidence. A bold move shows her you know what you want."


    Hugo made a mental note, nodding slowly as Sanchez went on.


    Sanchez leaned back, clearly enjoying his own advice as he added, "And finally, the sudden sweetness. This is like the ace up your sleeve. One moment, you’re cool and confident, maybe even a little aloof.


    And then, suddenly, you’re warm and caring, offering genuine concern. This unexpected kindness catches her off-guard, and bam—she folds before she even realises it."


    Hugo tried to take it all in, imagining himself pulling off these moves without tripping over his words.


    "So let’s recap," Sanchez said, counting on his fingers. "Intense eye contact, a calm voice, genuinepliments that aren’t about looks, bold affirmations, and sudden sweetness. Each one, my friend, is a move to make her fold."


    Hugo grinned, despite the hours of pain and embarrassment. "Got it. So… what’s next?"


    Sanchez leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Next, my boy, is the most advanced skill of all. Esction."


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    Power stone Goal!


    50 PS - 1 Bonus chapter


    100 PS - 2 Bonus chapter


    200 PS (Quite an achievement as of now) - 3 Bonus chapters.


    5 Golden Tickets - 3 Bonus Chapters.