My Pick Up Artist System

After another BJJ class with a bonus Brazilian beatdown from Valentina and some white belt students, Ben headed home.

Even with the boosted recovery from the mid level multiplier, after taking two classes in such a short period, his body was reaching the limit. After all, it wasn't like he gained limb regeneration. The multiplier only sped up recuperation of fatigue, as well as moderate muscle and joint soreness. He didn't expect it to help him if he pushed it too far and picked up a serious injury. Hence, Ben picked up, and went home, intending to return the next day.

As for his revenge, he had faith it would come in due time. Those white belts? He'd wipe his ass with them until they were unwashable...

That wasn't a metaphor; He considered stealing them from the locker room and taking them to the bathroom, which would force those guys to buy new ones, creating unexpected expenses for those bastards.

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As for Valentina? He didn't prepare to let her off either. In fact, he aimed to finger her like Fist of the North Star...

As Ben took the subway, he thought about his plans, knowing this would be a busy week. His schedule wasn't simple anymore. Now, he'd be living the proper city life, juggling multiple important things at once: attending classes at NYU, working at Hearth, and going to BJJ classes whenever he could. Not to mention, there were the girls he was dating too.

Ben did have an option of focusing on Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu more, skipping some classes and such, and although he considered it, he didn't want to fall behind in other areas to chase stat gains once again. After going through it once, he understood the nightmare of playing catchup. Though his time this week was very valuable under the 100x multiplier and 30% stat gain boost of the Dojo event, he wasn't willing to get into a situation where he was lagging in school or short on money again. That meant he still needed to balance his priorities.

However, as the week progressed, Ben found that most days, there was enough time to attend at least two classes of beginner's Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Sometimes it was in the morning, sometimes at night, and sometimes both, but he made it work.

A couple of days later, Ben's BJJ skills were improving at a rapid rate, and the other facets of his life weren't falling behind either…

At the moment, he was in the back of his Strategic Marketing class, watching the sexy and sensual Professor Tremblay finish up a lecture, when the bell rang signaling the end of the period. Hearing that, Charlotte who was sitting next to him turned to Ben and smiled. "Have a good day," she said with her timid voice.

Ben returned a polite smile back. "You too, Charlotte." She'd been warming up to him more and more as of late, even sitting nearby and asking for advice about class material. In fact, he was the only person she spoke with in class. For Ben, this was a welcome change though. He was glad to see her mood improve and to have such an adorable little sister around, even if he wasn't a sis-con or a strategic-class magician...

After Charlotte left, Ben was slow to get up from his seat. He'd received a text on his phone from Annabelle and stared at it for a long while, unsure what to make of it. She sent him a photo of a recent artwork she created—it was Godzilla destroying a city, but he had Al Gore's head.

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She named the piece: "Mother Earth Cleansing the Pollution."

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As Ben was texting back how much he loved it…to his side, he heard a familiar voice.

"Hello," a girl greeted with an English accent.

"How's it going?" Ben turned to look at Olivia. Although their relationship was unusual, like he did after hooking up with any girl, he texted her the next day and kept in touch. Only, her responses over text were curt, or if she did speak with him, it was regarding school matters.

Despite that, Ben didn't fail to appreciate her "assets" at any given opportunity. After all, he believed Olivia truly possessed all the attributes to "go places."

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Yes, no one would ever doubt, her "talent."

Today, in particular, she looked very sexy. With her long hair in a ponytail, she wore something like a schoolgirl's outfit with a plaid skirt and white dress shirt, highlighting her athletic legs and ample breasts.

Ben imagined taking them off, recalling that scene in his dorm not too long ago. This look didn't go unnoticed by Olivia, her eyes flickering as she sat next to him. While the last of the students were leaving the classroom, she looked at Ben. "We should discuss tomorrow's quiz."

He gazed at her with interest. "What about it?"

"I believe we had an agreement."

"Oh? And?"

At his nonchalant attitude, Olivia knitted her brows. "According to the terms we arranged, as counterpart for that time in your dormitory, you would help me in this course for the remainder of the semester. Tomorrow, I require your assistance."

Ben blinked in confusion. "But student council president Olivia, I don't remember agreeing to those...exact terms…" In reality, she didn't specify the details, and since they never went over the fine print, he decided to try for a little harmless renegotiation… 'If she has a problem, she better call Saul…'

Ben put on an honest face. "I understood it as more of a down payment. You can't skip the monthly installments, Olivia. And what about my interest? No one ever considers the interest…"

Hearing this shameless explanation…she glared at him for a long time with a disgruntled expression. After a while though, she sighed. "Very well, then. Shall we go somewhere else to discuss this matter?"

Ben glanced over Olivia's body, and perhaps it was the manliness multiplier, or something else, but he experienced a certain urge—to rip her clothes off now! Noticing everyone had left the classroom, he smirked. "This seems like as good a place as any for a d*ckscussion…"