In the sauna’s heavy heat, Sanchez leaned back, casually sipping from a bottle of chocte syrup.


    He didn’t just drink it; he practically worshipped it, savoring every drip like it was the world’s finest nectar. Hugo, sitting nearby, watched in growing difort.


    The sight—and the sounds—of Sanchez’s chocte indulgence made Hugo’s own throat feel dry, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing that syrup must taste.


    Finally, Hugo couldn’t take it anymore. "Uh... Sanchez, think I could get my own syrup bottle? You know, for, uh, focus?"


    Sanchez raised an eyebrow, as if Hugo had just asked for a rare treasure. "Focus? This syrup, my dear boy, is a precision tool. You start gulping it down, and poof—your concentration’s gone."


    He took another overly loud sip, letting the chocty goodness linger.


    Hugo raised an eyebrow, "Is that scientifically proven, or are you just hogging the syrup?"


    How did chocte syrup have anything to do with focus all of a sudden?


    With a sigh that suggested ultimate generosity, Sanchez poured a tiny trickle of syrup into a ss for Hugo. It was barely enough to coat the bottom!


    Hugo nced at it, barely surpressing s bemused hiss. ’I’m not a f*cking toddler!’


    "Alright, enough talk of syrup! Today, cuz, we dive into the most powerful art of all—esction." Sanchez’s eyes lit up with an intensity usually reserved for grand wizards exining ancient magic.


    Hugo leaned forward, intrigued. "Esction?"


    "Exactly," Sanchez nodded, grinning. "Think of it as the secret pathway to building attraction—taking your connection with a woman from friendly banter to something much more electric. Something that may lead to you all over each other with your clothes far from your bodies. Esction, Hugo, is how you create sexual tension so strong that she can’t help but feel drawn to you. It’s the very essence of creating... well, sparks."


    "To start, the absolute foundation of esction is... eye contact," Sanchez said dramatically, his eyes widening as if he’d just unlocked the secrets of the universe. "But not just any eye contact. We’re talking strategic eye contact. There’s a method, Hugo, and it’s called the triangle method."


    "The Triangle Method?" Hugo echoed, scratching his head.


    Sanchez leaned forward, deadly serious. "Yes, my friend. Here’s how it goes: you start by looking into her left eye. Hold that gaze. Then, shift to her right eye. Hold. And finally—this is where the magic happens—drop your gaze to her lips. Left eye, right eye, lips. Repeat." He demonstrated in the air as if performing some kind of mystical ritual.


    Hugo squinted, trying to picture it. "And that… that actually works?"


    Sanchezughed, a rich, knowingugh. "Oh, Hugo, it works wonders. When you follow that pattern, it sends her a silent signal, a hint of interest that doesn’t need words. Looking at her lips? It’s like suggesting the idea of a kiss, but subtly. You’re creating a rhythm, a subtle dance that’s bold without going too far. She’ll feel it, trust me."


    Hugo nodded slowly, impressed. "Alright, got it. But how do you know when you’re doing it right? Like... how do you know she’s into it?"


    Sanchez continued with a gleam in his eye. "Now, you can’t just rely on that alone. There are signs she’ll give you if it’s working—clues that she’s feeling the tension too. Watch for them, because when you see them, that’s your green light to take things further."


    "Like what?" Hugo asked, eager to absorb all the wisdom.


    "First," Sanchez said, "if she tilts her head a little, exposing her neck. That’s a subconscious gesture of trust, of letting her guard down. It’s practically an invitation." He tilted his own head as an example, looking vaguely ridiculous but entirely serious.


    "Second," he went on, "if she starts looking at your lips. Just a nce, even a quick one—she’s imagining things, even if she doesn’t fully realise it."


    Hugo’s eyes widened. This was starting to sound like insider info he’d only dreamed of.


    "Third," Sanchez said, ticking off another point, "if she starts unknowingly leaning closer to you, then if she holds eye contact longer than usual. Those are both huge green lights."


    Hugo listened with rapt attention, filing each sign away for future reference.


    "And there are more subtle clues," Sanchez added. "If she starts ying with her hair, that’s a good sign. Or if she mirrors your movements—like, if you cross your arms or shift, and she does the same without noticing."


    Hugo nodded like a student taking notes from a master. Every piece of advice felt like gold.


    Sanchez finally leaned back, folding his arms with satisfaction. "Alright, that’s the art of esction in a nutshell. But before I officially pass this knowledge on, there’s one final thing."


    Sanchez ced a hand on his heart, standing solemnly, as if performing an ancient ceremony. "Repeat after me, Hugo. I pledge to be... an Honourable Casanova."


    Hugo blinked, holding backughter but ying along. "I pledge to be... an Honourable Casanova."


    "To wield my charms with respect," Sanchez continued with a dramatic ir.


    "To wield my charms with respect," Hugo repeated, biting his lip to keep from chuckling.


    "To build romances so pure, they could melt the heart of any woman," Sanchez finished, practically misty-eyed with pride.


    Hugo’s voice wobbled as he repeated, "To build romances so pure, they could melt the heart of any woman."


    Sanchez pped him on the shoulder, his face beaming. "With that, Hugo, you are one step closer to mastery."


    Sanchez smiled, pleased. "Now, any questions?"


    "Uh… actually, can I go to the toilet?" Hugo asked, scratching the back of his head.


    For the briefest second, Sanchez’s expression darkened. But he cleared his throat, schooling his expression. "Sure, go ahead."


    The second Hugo left, he let out a silent cheer. He checked his system notifications, and there it was:


    [+1 Stat Point to Communication] and, even better, he had unknowingly passed a hidden mission:


    [Ding! Mission Complete!: Be a True Casanova. Reward: 1 bottle of Man Unlock Pills.]


    Hugo grinned, curious. "Man Unlock Pills? What in the world...?"


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