My Pick Up Artist System

When the female Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu instructor walked into the room, it was hard for her not to catch the attention of everyone. After all, not only was she the teacher and a beauty, but she also wore a bright pink gi uniform.

With strong individuality, it stood out from everybody else wearing traditional white gis or the occasional black or blue, with the exception of one person—Ben in his slimy green...

So, as the two f*ckal points of the room...when he and the instructor stared at each other, all the students noticed something was off and began whispering.

"Is it finally time for the showdown between the green and pink rangers?"

"…No, I think something else is happening." One of them approached her. "Instructor Valentina, what's the matter? Do you know him?"

Being addressed, she snapped out of the trance, and her eyes flashed. "Yes...he grabbed my melons earlier."

…

As dozens of large men turned and stared daggers at him, Ben gulped. 'Damn, I forgot that cantaloupes are melons… She's good…'

The students became outraged!

"He what?!?"

"Can we kill him?!?

"No skipping the line! I mean, how dare you?!?"

…

Some of them rose off their feet and approached Ben with expressions of malice.

Malice over the melons…

Seeing this, Ben began to sweat. He closed his hands into fists preparing to fight. Yet, he was way outnumbered! 'Not good. Two fists can't punch 8 c*cks…'

Watching this, instructor Valentina crossed her arms and smirked. This was her cantaloupean vengeance…

However, at this moment, a peacemaker entered from the door. Jumping in between Ben and the students, Fariq held his hands up. "Friends, I'm sure this is a misunderstanding. Ben is my roommate. He would never do such a thing...and get caught."

...

Fariq whispered the last part under his breath…so that only Ben heard him, who nodded. 'He understands me well…'

Hearing Fariq's words though, the BJJ students looked back at Valentina, who gazed at Fariq for several seconds, before speaking. "It's all right. Get back to your places!"

The students still glowered at Ben but soon returned to stretching. They all gave Fariq respect because he was well-liked in the gym. On top of that, his belt rank of purple was much higher than everyone here except for the instructor. Even so, that didn't stop the students from continuing to whisper.

"We'll back off for now, but I still need to investigate the details from this brat."

"Me too."

"The size, shape, how they felt..."

"Well said. We'll interrogate him well..."

Soon, everyone finished stretching and gathered together, sitting in a semi-circle on the blue mats. In their center, Valentina demonstrated techniques on one of the students. It was the basics of BJJ: the different positions, how to transition from one position to the other, and submissions to defeat the opponent such as chokes and joint locks.

As she proceeded, Ben took something out from his gi pants—a light blue card.

[Mid Level Stat Growth Multiplier(Consumable, Rare, Manliness) x1]

If he wanted to get the most out of training, this was the key. So, holding the card, Ben activated it with his mind!

*Whoosh* A rush went through his brain! A deep urge! An intense purpose!

Become manly!

Images passed through his thoughts!

Guns!

Muscles!

Whiskey!

Motorcycles!

Punching a bear!

…

Steaks!

Cigars!

Stick shift!

Explosions!

Acting in The Expendables!

…

Pitbulls!

Fighting!

Barbecue!

Mountains!

Riverboat gambling trips!

…

Ben was in the zone—the man-zone, and he was ready to man up!

Now, as he watched the instructor teach the moves, his enthusiasm and focus reached new levels, helping him absorb everything to the minutest detail.

A while later...the lesson ended and all the white belts began to pair off. It was time for open grappling practice so they could attempt the moves on each other, and the most popular choice for partner was clear to everyone—Ben!

A dozen students approached him with smiles on their faces. Yet, they could only curse under their breath when they saw Ben shake hands with the first one to arrive, who also showed the kindest smile.

Soon, everyone got into their positions of facing each other with kneeling stances, and a moment later, they began. That's when Ben watched the smile drop off the face of his partner…who pounced!

Within seconds, outmatched in technique, Ben was on his back in a passive position, pressed by the body-weight of his opponent, who was also cranking his neck. With a solemn expression, the student whispered a sweet lullaby into Ben's ear. "Tell me, newbie…"

"What?" Ben's struggled to respond with his face squished against the mat.

"I want the truth!"

"W-What truth?!?"

The student brought his face right up against Ben's, until their cheeks were touching...as they both faced the direction...of Valentina the instructor. "Were the nips hard or soft…"

…

"D-don't know!" Ben shouted.

"Wrong answer!" The student then cranked harder on Ben's neck, forcing him to slap his hand on the mat, tapping out! Ben lost!

A few minutes later, the student gave Ben a respectful bow before walking away. At this point, Ben's cheeks were rosy from being pressed against the mat the whole time. With fearful eyes, he gazed at the student leave as if watching the exit of a devil...

Soon, a different white belt sat across from Ben as they switched partners for the next round of practice. This one's face was simple and straightforward; the type you knew you could trust at a glance. Seeing that, Ben asked him, "Who was that evil guy I just rolled with? Did he murder his parents or something? He was so vicious!"

Ben's new partner raised his eyebrows. "Corey? He's the nicest guy here. He's a priest."

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With an expression of horror, Ben turned his head and looked at Corey's back. 'Every day, you stray further from God...'

...

Then, the time for them to start training came again, which is when Ben's partner's simple and kind face, morphed into a demonic snarl!

Not long after…that face was pressed against Ben's, as his arms wrapped around Ben's neck in a choke from behind. "Tell me and I'll give you a painless death..."

The trustworthy simple man increased the pressure, whispering sweet nothings into Ben's ear, whose face was turning blue. "Were the nips big or small…"

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*Gurg!* Ben couldn't answer, because there was no air to speak! 'I just wanted a cantaloupe!'

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