My Pick Up Artist System

*Knock* *Knock*

Standing in front of Miyuki's door, Ben was taking a break from his studies to seek first-hand knowledge of human anatomy…

Miyuki soon opened the door. "Hello, Benjamin-san..."

When she saw him, she smiled. 'He didn't do anything outrageous when I spied through the peephole this time...'

Miyuki subscribed to the maxim that civilization could only be as big as the greatest of its peepholes...

When he saw her, he smiled. 'She's wearing her same teacher's assistant outfit...'

Ben subscribed to the maxim that it was good f*cking teachers.

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After exchanging greetings, she invited him in. "Come in Benjamin-san, but please take your shoes off."

It was then that Ben noticed she wasn't wearing shoes herself. The only layer between the wooden floor and her feet was a pair of black sheer thigh-high stockings…a sight he didn't mind at all.

As he removed his shoes and entered, her familiar vanilla fragrance brushed against his nose, reminding him of pleasant memories.

It wasn't his first time trying to enter her room, but it was his first succeeding. Not sure what to expect, he looked around.

It was a bright studio, simple and neat, filled with organized books and multiple plants; a presentable living space. The size wasn't different from his dorm room except she lived alone, a benefit of being university staff.

"Would you like some iced tea, Benjamin-san?" Miyuki was polite as always.

Ben accepted her offer and sat on her bed, watching her approach her small fridge and bend over to get drinks. 'This is what I really wanted…'

New York City was famous for its magnificent views…

As she bowed down, Ben found a much nicer angle of the city's famous thighline...

While hidden by her black skirt normally, he now glimpsed the flesh of her back thighs over the stockings...even getting a tiny peek of her black panties…

The moment inspired Ben to generate an idea for a brilliant invention—an even shorter fridge.

...

This wasn't the moment to elaborate on the business plan though…

When Miyuki handed him a store-bought tea instead of brewing him some, he was a little disappointed. He thought he'd get to experience the traditional Japanese tea ceremony with a beauty. Ignoring the fact she didn't have a stove, Ben cursed what he believed was the culprit. 'Damn feminism…'

Sitting down on the bed next to him, Miyuki glanced at Ben, and felt her chest fill up with a mix of anxiety and excitement.

Their last time together was…much more exhilarating than she expected, and the temptations didn't stop there. Every day since, there were occasional dreams of it, whether night or day.

She wanted more, but the idea scared her. 'Is it really okay to do these things with a man I'm not in a relationship with?' Miyuki thought about what her family would say.

When she saw him in her class, there was an urge to stop things before they got out of hand, but then he said he would spank her…

At that moment, she couldn't control herself and agreed.

It turns out, Ben was a damn good salesman...

Over the week, that uncontrollable feeling died down… She thought maybe she could resist the temptation. Then today, she saw him dominate an entire classroom of people, and it made her…wet…

Watching him ravage others...Miyuki remembered that last date where he spanked her...and she wanted him to ravage her too!

An instinctual urge took control, making her want to relive that last scene in his bed…that immense pleasure…

As a result, she couldn't hold herself back from texting him to come over between classes. Still, it wasn't easy for her now that she was alone in a room with him. 'What am I doing?'

Ben also knew why Miyuki invited him there. 'She wants a taste of the champ.'

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By now, he knew that women love seeing men do alpha sh*t. It turned them on, and she was there when he evolved into the poison dragon…

It was an unexpected evolution bonus…

He looked at Miyuki drinking her tea with her small mouth, and couldn't help recalling images of when he stretched it out to capacity…

Glancing at her white dress shirt, he noticed she undid a couple more buttons than when she was in class. The sight made him remember her n.a.k.e.d body underneath…its tight and supple form…

He drank the tea, while savoring Miyuki's nude image in his mind…'This tea tastes like sh*t.'

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He stopped drinking the tea, while putting it down on her desk, to rot in hell…

Squeezing her hands in nervousness, Miyuki was still uncertain if she was doing the right thing, being alone with Ben again. Yet, the feelings she had…they were so hard to suppress…and was it right to suppress them? She glanced at him. "Benjamin-san, I—"

"Shhh…" He put a finger on her lips. "I know what you want to say."

Her face turned crimson. 'He really understands me…'

Ben gazed deep into her eyes as if passing a telepathic message. 'I forgive you for this trash tea.'

…

Watching his eyes, Miyuki felt like Ben could see into her heart…

He was staring at her tits.

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When he wrapped his arm around her lower back, her face became even redder, but she didn't resist.

Her thin waist made Ben have the urge to rip her clothes off, but he resisted, glancing at her tender skin and pink lips instead.

Seeing them, he couldn't hold back anymore, and kissed her. 'I need to get the taste of this tea out of my mouth…'

"Mmm~" she kissed him back, her l.u.s.t beginning to take over.

As her tongue wrap around his, Ben became a bit overwhelmed. 'She was drinking it too damnit!'

...

He pulled away from her, diving into her neck and tasting her pearly skin…

Her breathing became heavier. 'Benjamin-san is so aggressive today…but, I like it...'

He sucked hard on her collar and shoulder. 'I have to lose this damn taste from my mouth!'

Realizing it wasn't enough, Ben pulled back and glanced down at her chest, overlooking the grand tittyscape...

That's when he created a plan B. 'I need some ginger…' He licked his lips as he started rubbing her tits...

"Mmmm~" Miyuki m.o.a.ned.

Glancing at her eyes which were becoming hazy, Ben understood her situation well. 'The tea is poisoning her.'

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As a veteran of survival games, he looked at her thighs and remembered what he had to do. 'I have to suck the poison out.'

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He knew that wouldn't be enough though. There was still poison in her mouth. 'Don't worry, you'll be ok. I'll wash the taste of the tea out of your mouth with my d*ck...'