My Pick Up Artist System

It was late in the evening and Paul was working in his computer in his office at Hearth when someone knocked on his door.

"Honey?" A mature beauty with short blonde hair stuck her head through the crack of the door, smiling at him.

"Come in." Recognizing her voice, Paul didn't even glance up at her as he kept typing on his keyboard.

Smiling, the woman entered the spacious corner office. After placing a small plastic bag on the desk, she walked around it, standing over the back of Paul's chair as she watched him work. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she began massaging them. "It's late, dear. How much longer will you work?"

Paul frowned. "To reach the precipice, one must put in maximum effort." He leaned forward and rolled his shoulders so her hands fell off them. "I'm busy right now. Is something the matter?" He glanced over his shoulder at her.

The woman's eyes flashed with a trace of melancholy, but soon returned to normal when she met his gaze. "Nothing…I just wanted to check on you... You should eat something. I brought you a Reuben sandwich from that deli you like."

She pulled the plastic bag closer to him...but he held his arm out and blocked it. "I started a new diet. I have to lower my carb intake."

"…Oh." The woman released the bag. 'I didn't even know my husband was on a diet. Isn't that strange...' Her head couldn't help but look down. However, when she'd done so, she noticed a stack of doc.u.ments on his desk, on top of which was a certain resume with a photo on it—belonging to Ben. For some reason, the woman got a bad feeling when she viewed this photo. 'Do I know him? No…I don't recognize his face. Then, why?' She stared at the photo for a long time, but couldn't place where she'd seen this young man. "Honey, who are these resumes for?"

Paul glanced at her hand which pointed to Ben's photo. "They're part of the batch of new interns we've hired. Those ones there have been assigned to my department. They'll be starting tomorrow. Why?"

The woman didn't know the reason, but the thought of walking into her husband's workplace and seeing this person gave her a chill. "Honey, this person is bad luck. I could feel it as soon as I saw his face. You need to get rid of him..."

Paul's eyes narrowed when he heard that, finding her request a bit unusual, but he soon relaxed. He remembered his wife sometimes wasted time with horoscopes and other mumbo jumbo, so he didn't think much of it. The most important thing was he didn't like Ben either, so he didn't mind humoring her by granting this wish. "All right, it's no problem. I can't fire him immediately without a good reason though. It would look bad since he's just starting and there was a contradiction between us during the interview process. Even so, I have a dozen ways of forcing him out, so don't worry."

Paul chuckled. "Dozens of interns come through my department every year. They're like bugs. Crushing one or two won't take any effort. However, I have to get back to work, so thanks for coming by and I'll see you later."

Hearing this, the woman released a small sigh of relief, although she wasn't aware of why she felt that way. "Thank you, dear. I'll leave you to your work. What time will you be coming home?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm not sure. Don't wait up."

"O-ok, dear... This company's lucky to have such a dedicated manager. All right... I'll be going!" She walked towards the office exit, turned around and waved at him, but Paul's screen monopolized his eyes. Leaving the office, her smile flipped into a sulking expression.

If Ben saw this woman, his eyes would've popped out of his head! Along with his d*ck out of his pants!

Because he knew her! It was milf black widow!

Titjob Tina!

The pair of tits that never quits!

…

This was her civilian identity...when she wasn't waging her war against blue balls.

***

Fariq was opening the lock to his room, having finished a long study session at the library. When he opened the door, loud classic rock music fell into his ears. 'Are they still partying?' Ben told him he would have people over but also that they would've finished by now. Stepping through the corridor and into their shared bedroom, Fariq didn't see the party he expected to, with lots of people around. Instead, there was a different kind of fiesta—a pool party…

There on the floor, lying in a puddle of unknown liquid, was a beautiful blonde he hadn't seen before... 'How many girls does Ben have?'

She was struggling to open her eyes with her mouth hanging loose, taking in ragged breaths. N.a.k.e.d, the only thing covering her massive assets was a white bedsheet that looked like someone had yanked it off Ben's mattress in haphazard fashion. Though the sheet covered her private areas, multiple sections of it were becoming see-through from contacting liquid.

Fariq didn't need to be a detective to understand her condition—she was f*ckstruck...

What's more is the perpetrator was still at the scene of the slime... standing over her, watching his handiwork. Who else could it be but Bennis the menace?

Wearing only a towel around his waist, he hadn't yet seen or heard Fariq enter due to the music. Gazing down at Annebelle, he offered his respect to the fallen rival. "You aren't weak. I am just too strong…"

Ben was the victor! He'd called the wind and summoned the rain!

The result...was a s.p.e.r.micane!

...

'That was fun…' Letting Annabelle recover, Ben was grateful for a positive end to an otherwise bad night. It turned out she misplaced the keys to her apartment somewhere and thus asked to sleep over. Although Ben's bed lacked space, since she had nowhere to go, he figured it would be no problem if he tossed aside his pillows and used her b.r.e.a.s.ts instead...

There was one thing that disappointed him though. When he went to the bathroom a minute ago, he opened his system screen and saw he hadn't received any achievements for the s.e.x session, which was the first time that happened. It was unfortunate, but Ben had been expecting it, knowing the system prioritized new conquests.

At that moment, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. "Hey, Fariq!" He followed Fariq's eyes. "Oh, don't worry about her... She's not the type that tries to kill every man that accidentally glimpses her skin..."