My Pick Up Artist System

Ben frightened Camila with his parental enthusiasm. Not knowing how to deal with it, she decided to regroup...

So, she made an excuse to return to her room, saying she wanted to go to sleep early to save her energy for the baby... Yet, he insisted he walked her back to keep "them" safe...

It was hard for her not to cringe when on the return trip, Ben kept his hand on her lower back, often moving down to grab cheeks...

However, it wasn't his fault. He was only following through on his oath to protect "them..."

Camila wanted to throw down... So it was unfortunate that she couldn't say anything because she needed to stick to her plan in order to trick Ben. It was infuriating, but she consoled herself. 'It's all right. Just bear with it. In the long run, it'll be worth it…'

Ben could more or less guess what she was thinking, and it was difficult to not laugh. So he encouraged himself, with something along the lines of: 'It's all right. Just bear with it. In the long run, it'll be hilarious…'

Then, after bidding Camila and her cheeks farewell, he'd completed his charge, and returned to his room, meeting Annabelle who'd gotten out of the shower. Although he got the urge to make her messy again, they were both exhausted. So after finishing a few tasks, they soon went to sleep.

When they woke up in the morning, Annabelle returned home, because she'd found her apartment key. It was in her coin purse…

It worked again—a dose of the lucky leprechaun schvontz…

In any case, with Annabelle gone and Fariq having left for class, that left Ben alone to do what he was born to do—count points and make puns…

Although he didn't get any flags or booty chests this time, there were still enough achievements to go around. He didn't beave empty-handed… 

[Congratulations! You've unlocked the Achievement: Yoga-nna-Get-It(fine) - Have sex with a woman as she performs a standing split]

[Distributing reward: PUA Points + 500]

Ben smirked. "I was helping her stretch…"

[Congratulations! You've unlocked the Achievement: Pussy-Head Hamburger(fine) - Alternate having sex with a woman while face-fucking another woman's head positioned on top of the vagina]

[Distributing reward: PUA Points + 500]

Now, Ben was the real Burger King...

Whether Ray Kroc or Ronald McDonald, they'd soon go out of business if Ben could figure out a way to mass produce these burgers...

[Congratulations! You've unlocked the Achievement: Mashing Buttons(fine) - Use the head of your penis to mash hard on a girl's clitoris until she orgasms]

[Distributing reward: PUA Points + 500]

This actually made him frown. Because he recalled bad memories, of when his luckbox little brother beat him a few times using this exact strategy. Then, Ben shivered. 'No, not the exact strategy!'

[Congratulations! You've unlocked the Achievement: Holey Trinity(repeatable, epic) - Have a threesome to completion with at least one woman who hasn't participated in this achievement before]

[Distributing reward: PUA Points + 5000]

Seeing how this achievement overshadowed all the others, Ben realized its value. As a result, he contemplated leading Camila around on a leash everywhere so he could include her anytime he banged another woman…

Yet, he decided against it because she'd proven too hard to train. Plus, for now, he'd prefer she focused on becoming a good mother…

He'd even began coming up with lots of methods to help her do that…

Regardless, although Ben didn't get a ton of achievements today, it was another step towards improvement. Now, his points total reached 14600 points. Though it wasn't enough for a top level mystery box which is what he desired most, it was sufficient to buy several high level mystery boxes. Yet, Ben decided not to spend the points at the moment, saving them for when he needed them.

Then, with that completed, Ben's life was ready to get back to legitimate business. He hadn't expected the encounter with Camila and Annabelle at all, and although welcome, it wasn't the top concern on his mind, because this week--Ben was on a mission.

Yesterday, he sharpened his weapons, and today—it was time to go to war!

As for what battlefield? The arena of art! The Photography Club's beginner's competition!

The day before, Ben took photos of Charlotte, and with how they turned out, he believed they'd shock everyone! Of course, nothing was definite which is why he was a bit anxious. However, he'd done everything he could. Yesterday, he'd emailed the pictures in before going to sleep. So today, all that was left to do was find out if they were as good as he thought they were. What was more important though, was that Darryl would find out, and Ben hoped to give him a shocker!

…Of the non-physical variety!

***

Later that day, the scene had been set. Ben walked into the meeting room of the Photography Club and noticed it was livelier today, especially amongst the younger members. In particular, Ben observed a crowd of them at one side, surrounding two people—one with Flamin' Hot Cheetos hair…and the other just flaming hot.

Darryl was there and he hadn't come alone. He'd brought a special guest—his model! It was the bleach blonde beauty from Darryl's photos a week ago. Now, seeing her in person, Ben had to admit she was sexy. 

Then, he overheard some of the club members in that group discussing Darryl's photos, fawning over both photographer and model, and it made Ben sick. 'Don't group them together!'

It was like putting pineapple on a penis…

Don't buy it... Don't try it…

Yet, Ben wasn't the only observant one in the room. As if sensing danger through his redhead mutant powers...Darryl glanced to the side and spotted Ben gazing at them. No, not at them, at her—his model!

This, made the redhead narrow his eyes. She was his! Only he could look at her! Ben didn't understand the pains Darryl went through to get her under his camera lens. So how could he stand another photographer ogling her like that?

Snorting, he approached Ben and the girl followed him. At that moment, the rest of the entourage all looked at each other. "Where's he going? Should we follow him, or…"

…

In the end, half the group decided to follow Darryl as his temporary entourage...and the other half left to another part of the room, doing f*ck-all…

Like that, a super-guild broke up before it even started…

However, that was only the beginning of the tension in the room. When Darryl reached Ben, the two locked eyes and the redhead glanced at his pretty model, as if showing her off to Ben, mocking him. "So, did you still plan on beating me in today's competition?"

Hearing that, a few of the halfhearted entourage nearby showed looks of surprise.

"Now that he mentioned it, I do remember that guy challenging him last week."

"He said he'd beat Darryl? Ridiculous."

"Who cares? I'm going back to the others. Mumbling in the background isn't for me. I should have followed the ones who left!"

…

Even in a faceless crowd, some people's personalities still shined through...

So not long after, a few stragglers among Darryl's posse scattered into the distance, his backup crew dwindling...

Yet, he didn't notice because he focused on Ben. In truth, although Darryl didn't show a strong response when Ben challenged him the prior week, it was only it affected him too much. He needed to book double sessions with his therapist this week to deal with his adopted child issues…

Although he was feeling better now, how could he not resent Ben for bringing his darkness into the light?

Seeing what Darryl was doing, Ben found it childish. He wouldn't lower himself to that level. So instead, he gazed at the model's tits.

…

In addition, since she'd come close enough, he even checked her status.

[Target's current attraction level: curious(+2 slut bonus)]

'A slut, huh?' Ben smirked. Even though her status said curious, she wasn't really curious about Ben. It was more like she was looking around the room with apathy, curious about any nearby c*ck that met her minimum standard. After a while of this though, she sighed and glanced at Darryl. "When's the competition gonna start? This is taking sooo long…"

Darryl gulped, turning to her and putting up his hands in apology. "Soon Stacy, I promise! And they're going to love your photos! You'll see!" His face showed a placating smile as he even hunched forward a little.

The girl shrugged. "Tch, whatever…"

Darryl wiped a tinge of sweat off his forehead when he saw she calmed down. Her satisfaction was important to him and getting her to agree to be his model was no easy feat. Yet, he believed it was well worth it because she was the reason he had supreme confidence in winning this competition and even making waves at the IPAs. After all, many boys at NYU considered Stacy one of the sexiest girls among the freshmen. Yes, it was a slutty hotness…but many boys fresh out of high school weren't so picky. Of course, that included Darryl who considered her way out of his league.

In truth, he only managed to get her to model for him because since the semester started, he'd been her top subscriber on OnlyFans.

...

She was more than a model to him—he worshipped her. He was Stacy's biggest fan and paid her all his remaining money to do this, hoping it would lead her to see his artistic side and fall in love with him…

To spend more time with her at today's ceremony, he even lied to her. He told her that winning this contest would kick-start her genuine modeling career, because if he won he'd submit her photos to much larger competitions…

He'd put in a lot of work, but as Ben watched this, he showed an expression of mockery. 'What is this? Simp city?' 

Starting to chuckle, he suddenly felt bad for Darryl. Yet, Ben's version of pity--was to give his enemy a quicker and more devastating death.