My Pick Up Artist System

Chapter 194 Dark desires

"I’m good." Camila didn’t want tea.

’FU!!!’ Ben’s first attempt at reversing the situation failed. However, sitting next to Miyuki on her bed, as she quivered against his body, he knew he needed to come up with something. Before that though, it was important to understand what the short-haired beauty was trying to accomplish. "How’d you get this video?"

Camila smirked. "It wasn’t difficult. Hidden cameras are tiny these days."

Ben remembered she studied graphic design so didn’t find it strange that she was knowledgeable in technology. Still, what he didn’t understand, was why target them? "So what do you want?"

At this question, Camila showed a lecherous expression as she licked her lips...

Observing this, Ben couldn’t help getting a creepy sensation down his spine. Despite her being beautiful, it was still weird seeing that kind of face. ’So this is what girls feel like when I look at them like that...’

Having gained some perspective forced Ben to ponder over his perverted behaviors for a moment, about how he could get better at them. He wasn’t going to stop...

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Then, he realized it was important to solve the current dilemma first. Glancing at Camila and believing he understood her motives, he sighed. "Look, if your goal is to make me your sex slave, you should know, I still have my pride as a man." His face became righteous. "Which is why I’ll only do it to protect Miyuki."

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Camila snorted. "Disgusting...I’m not interested in men, let alone you..."

’What’s wrong with me?’ Ben felt wronged...

She continued. "The sex slave idea though...I like the sound of that, but not for you, for her!" She looked at Miyuki up and down. In truth, nothing turned Camila on more than turning out conservative straight girls for the first time, and she’d never seen a more wholesome girl than Miyuki. From their initial meeting, Camila was trying to think of ways to get her in bed, but nothing showed promise. Then, she saw her with Ben that first night in front of Miyuki’s room.

Knowing who both of them were, and what a relationship between them would mean, a plot began brewing in Camila’s mind at that time. Hearing that dark desire, Miyuki’s shaking accelerated. Even though she was an M, this was different. The idea of a stranger forcing her to have sex against her will...it terrified her! Feeling her fright, Ben also became more anxious.

Camila also pointed to him. "As for you Bendejo..."

He sighed...because his ears burned... ’Okay, that was a good one...’

"I hear you’re pretty smart. You’re going to join my electives next semester and do my homework. You both will do these things, or this tape will find its way into the hands of all the students in this dorm, and every staff member in NYU."

Staring into her lap, Miyuki’s face turned pale as a sheet when the official threat arrived. Even if the university didn’t punish her, such a scandal would make her too ashamed to show her face around any students or teachers. Her career at this university would be finished! However, she understood this was her problem, and believed she shouldn’t involve others. "Benjamin-san...you don’t have to care about this. It is only my problem. You...can go. I’m so sorry..." Tears welled up in her eyes, knowing it was the end of their relationship...

As cold as the words felt to Miyuki, when they left her mouth and reached Ben, they somehow gained tremendous warmth, washing away the iciness in the room and igniting his heart. He was aware of how difficult it was in modern times to find a woman who cared so much about her man...and there was no way he’d let such a girl go. Grabbing Miyuki’s chilly shivering hands, he reassured her. "Your problem is my problem, and I guarantee you, I’ll fix this."

Despite being too scared to move, Miyuki turned her head to Ben on instinct. When she saw his assertive eyes, although she knew it was impossible, somehow, she wanted to trust him! After staring into his eyes for a long time, she made a decision, and wiped her face with her sleeve. "Mmm...I trust you." At that moment, her quivering came to a halt.

Despite having spoken such brave words, Ben was aware it didn’t change the dilemma they were in, and in truth, he didn’t have a foolproof plan to solve it. Regardless, he knew he needed to reassure Miyuki he’d handle it, because he understood a crucial point: As a man, when your woman’s in trouble, you need to show a protective instinct or she’ll lose respect and confidence in you. So he comforted Miyuki, not only for her, but for their relationship.

Yet, there was one person who wasn’t enjoying this Ballmark moment...

Camila sneered, finding this touching scene disgusting. "You done puto? What’s it going to be?"

Having comforted Miyuki, Ben turned back to Camila, and considered how to deal with her. Since she was a lesbian, seducing her wasn’t an option. He even checked her attraction level to make sure.

[Target’s current attraction level: invalid]

That pretty much made his skills useless, so only equipment was left. The first thing that came to mind was the item he brought from his room when he heard Miyuki’s uncertain tone, the weapon that might turn this entire situation around, and force Camila to drop her blackmail and flee. He was referring of course, to the fart bomb.

[Fart Bomb Pheromones(Consumable, Fine) x1 - A bomb that delivers an olfactory attack. Launch to make a fixed 10x10 meter area carry a horrific scent to any woman that enters. Lasts 6 hours]

However, realizing that wouldn’t solve the problem of Camila’s blackmail if she possessed backups, Ben thought of the other item he brought with him.

[Blackmailer’s Magic Evidence(Item, Rare) - Choose a target and the document will morph into one showing conclusive proof of a shameful deed they committed. Can only transform once, taking permanent form once used. Handy for extortion]

He deliberated a few seconds before deciding. ’It has to be this.’ Taking out the key item from his pocket, Ben looked at it. Although he wasn’t certain how it would work, he believed it was his best chance to shock Camila and turn things around. So, glancing at her smug expression, he showed his own smirk, as he prepared to drop the fart bomb.

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Then, he glanced at Miyuki. ’No! It’s her room! I can’t drop 6 hours of ass here!’

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He couldn’t do it, fearing she’d stop seeing him if he turned her room into a dingleberry depot...

Ben sighed with regret, because it seemed like he’d never get a chance to use this bomb of butt...

In the end, he had to go with the blackmailer’s magic evidence. Putting the key item away, he removed the clear plastic folder with a blank white paper from his other inner coat pocket. Looking at Camila, Ben knew when he activated this item, it would morph into the proof he needed to counterattack. So, he stared at the paper, hoping it would turn into something useful, something that could change their destiny, something that would save Miyuki from this terrible situation. ’Show me nudes!’

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Or nudes.