My Pick Up Artist System

As Ben and Olivia walked on the sidewalk, they ignored the passing people, because they were both focused on something: he on what she was about to say, and she on how to say it. It was a good thing too since people sometimes stared at them, wondering why such a tall long-haired beauty was with a short shlub...

As she revealed the truth, Ben's jaw dropped lower and lower...

It turned out, it wasn't that Olivia wanted to cheat, but that she had to cheat...

She described her situation. "I'm dyslexic, a condition I've suffered with since I was a child, and despite it having improved over the years, it still brings me great inconveniences in my studies. As a person who strives for academic excellence, this has been my most arduous challenge. Fortunately, in high school, I discovered a method to…circ.u.mvent this problem...

You see, from my youth, I always appeared capable and intelligent. As a consequence, during tests, even the smart children sat by my side attempting to cheat off me. In the end, I cheated off them instead..."

This information was so unexpected that Ben almost walked into a metal light-pole, nearly injured by the irony...

She continued. "In addition, many teachers, in particular male ones, made similar assumptions about my capability, bumping up my grades even during the occasions when my results were mediocre. Combined with that, I discovered many boys were eager to do my homework or projects in exchange for my attention. That was a fact I used to my benefit. Over time, this became my standard procedure, which I further developed, and even added…certain techniques…"

Ben already experienced her techniques…and could vouch for their effectiveness…

Even so, he found this news shocking. 'The ace of the student council is a fake!'

Despite having made the decision to tell him, it still surprised her that she went through with it. Yet, as Olivia told him the truth, it was as if a burden unloaded from her shoulders. Ben wasn't the first boy she'd convinced through using her body, but he was the first to reject her advances, and also the first she couldn't completely understand…

'So she's dyslexic…' Ben didn't know anyone with that condition, and wasn't sure of the implications. 'No means no, but with her, does it mean: "it's on?"'

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He needed to make sure. "I see, that must be tough. Can you tell me more about your dyslexia?"

Olivia frowned. "It's better now, but when I was a toddler, it caused many misunderstandings. For example, my parents became disturbed when during Christmas, they discovered I was writing letters to Satan."

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She sighed. "It caused me many obstacles. That's why, in my youth, I wished for a cure. Every night, I prayed to dog."

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'Is she for real?' Ben stared at her, and from her stoic expression, he realized, she was… 'No one has mastered the Dao of sarcasm to that degree…'

Since that was the case, he accepted that these were sensitive issues that troubled her, and he attempted to make her feel better. "It's okay. Dyslexic people have accomplished some great things; just look at Yoda…"

She glanced at him but didn't laugh, so he tried another dyslexic joke. "You know what they say. Even if you're dyslexic, you should do your best. When life gives you melons…"

He looked at her tits. It was a double-layered joke…

Yet, she still didn't laugh… That's when Ben understood something: she wasn't only dyslexic, but humorless, even becoming confused by metaphors. He now understood why the light teasing he inserted in their earlier conversation showed no effect on her. Now this was a challenge…

'If I can't make her laugh, I need another tactic to raise her attraction.' Although she already gave him oral s.e.x, her attraction level was still way too low, and with her coming to his dormitory, although he wasn't sure what she wanted, Ben wouldn't waste this opportunity.

After a few moments, he came up with something. 'She places great importance on grades. In that case…' Ben decided to play a little game. "Well, this was a surprise, but thanks for telling me. You know, you won one point from me earlier when you told me you liked volleyball, because I also like sports, and now, you got another point for your honesty…"

Olivia blinked. "I gained two points?"

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Ben nodded. "Of course, you've got a C- now, not bad! Oh, you also got two points for the blowjob earlier… So C+, you're doing pretty good!"

...

Olivia felt a strange compulsion in her mind…because she was earning points. Certain thoughts came up due to her compulsion to be the best. 'How can I acquire more points? How do I get an A?'

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Ben was using an advanced technique he'd heard from Beluga. He was framing their interaction in a way that she was the one trying to impress him. This put him in the power position. He was the judge! Ben reversed it from the typical situation where men always tried to prove themselves to women. He was flipping the script!

He knew that according to theory, if he kept this up, in her subconscious, Olivia would also start to see their relationship this way, accepting that she was the one being tested. This was a powerful tool—called qualification. It was the process of baiting women to qualify themselves to him, seeking to gain his acceptance. If he succeeded, Olivia's attraction would rise, and it would even have positive effects later, on comfort and arousal, since she would view him as more valuable than her, due to the higher status of the judge.

In addition, there was another reason Ben adopted this method. It was ancient scripture!

4th stratagem of web novels: insert game mechanics to make your audience addicted.

He learned from the digital drug dealers! Ben was selling dopamine hits!

After giving Olivia those bonuses, the effects soon showed.

[Target's current attraction level: interested(+1)]

Ben did a tiny hidden fist pump…

Soon, she even began to qualify herself to him, trying to bring about positive aspects about herself. "I see you live in a West Village freshman dormitory. I reside alone in a studio within Union Square."

Ben raised his eyebrows. "Oh, an apartment. I appreciate an independent girl. That's great! You won another point!"

Her eyes showed a trace of pleasure…

That's when Ben knew he had her. 'This new user is addicted to the game elements tag…'

As they reached the front of his dormitory, his eyes flashed. 'How many points should I offer for her p*ssy?'