My Pick Up Artist System Chapter 142 - P.o.r.n with plot

Chapter 142 - P.o.r.n with plot

It was Sunday afternoon and Ben was sitting at his desk in his dorm room, checking the standings for the strategic marketing compet.i.tion on his laptop. Over the past couple of days, everything had gone according to plan. In fact, even better than expected, because his group was in 2nd! The best part was...they were pus.h.i.+ng into 1st!

There was only one round remaining and no team had joined corporate, showing that his plot to scorch the Earth with insults was a great success!

Watching the progress of Ben's group, the other teams realized they'd made a mistake. However, joining a slow-growth niche now was no longer a profitable option. In addition, Ben already dominated the segment, which would make it even harder to gain traction. This was the benefit of Ben's first-mover advantage! He held a monopoly!

Smirking, he overjoyed that his corporate sugarmommy was to be his alone! The other groups couldn't touch her! 'Do not pa.s.s goo… Do not collect three-fiddy…'

Ben rubbed his hands together...visualizing how much easier the rest of the semester would be if he could lock down an early A in this cla.s.s. It would leave him more time to spend doing anything he wanted! And what he wanted was to allocate 99% of that time to clam slamming!

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The other 1%? Cleanup...

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However, there was one major obstacle before he could celebrate or inseminate…

It was the group in first place—Olivia's team.

After cla.s.s Friday, Ben waited outside the building, cornering one of his burn victims, holding him hostage under threat of poison breath...

Breaking like Ben's promise to not finish inside, the rat spilled everything he knew about the group at the top of the rankings...

Sitting at his desk, Ben recalled what he heard about Olivia's prowess. It was worrisome...but he wasn't weak-willied either…

Ben was confident in his tactics. Tomorrow, they'd see who the final winner was!

Finished with the compet.i.tion software, he switched to checking his email, when his computer screen filled with a random spam pop-up of a 3-D hentai. Releasing a long sigh, Ben looked around to double-check Fariq wasn't there, and prepared for a technology-pressured w.a.n.k…

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Black Mirror was right…

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During the same time Ben launched another Fast & Furious sequel…the tall Olivia entered a cafe. Looking for someone, her eyes scanned through the tables like a proud eagle...or a megalomaniac beagle...

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There, by the window, a man sat at a brown wooden square table, sipping on his bitter black coffee. Seeing Olivia enter, he didn't greet her. Instead, he crossed his arms and leaned back, displaying his wariness of this well-known cla.s.smate.

Unsurprised by his reaction, Olivia walked over to him and took the opposite seat. "h.e.l.lo, Lawrence…" she greeted in her British accent.

"Olivia…" He studied her. "Why ask for this meeting? Is it about Strategic Marketing? I don't think we have much to talk about with you in 1st and me in 10th. Unless you're petty enough to invite me here to gloat…"

"I don't have such a juvenile hobby, nor the time to squander. I've asked you here for a purpose…"

Olivia leaned into the table and interlaced her fingers, her b.r.e.a.s.ts stretching out the front of her beige sweater…

Seeing this, despite his indifferent act, Lawrence couldn't help but gulp. This was a famous school beauty he was talking to after all. She piqued his interest with those peaks...

She elaborated. "I must a.s.sure my group emerges victorious in the marketing compet.i.tion."

Lawrence raised an eyebrow. "You're already in first. What's the problem?"

Her expression became serious. "My team calculated tomorrow's outcome. As it stands, we'll be overtaken in the final round…"

His eyes widened, finding it difficult to believe. Olivia's group stood at the top of the rankings ever since the beginning. Even before the game started, if you were to ask anyone in cla.s.s, they would've pegged her as the favorite. If you'd asked any man and even a few of the women, they would've pegged her regardless...

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Then, he remembered something. "Is it…"

"Indeed. It is the 2nd place group that has been ascending the rankings, led by that fellow Benjamin…the one you were cross with."

Lawrence frowned when he heard he whose name must not be spoken...

Olivia didn't miss his reaction. "So you see, we share a mutual enemy. That's why I hope to acquire your a.s.sistance in ensuring his defeat."

Lawrence snorted. "The great school council president resorting to such things…I didn't hear about this side of you..."

Olivia's face remained unchanged. "I shall do what is necessary to guarantee victory in my academic pursuits."

Despite his condescending comment, Lawrence couldn't help but have some interest. After all, Ben did flay him in public…

Then, he even marinated him a second time…

Lawrence uncrossed his arms. "What's your proposition?"

Olivia lifted a finger in the air. "Quite simple…your team will put all its focus in the corporate segment in the last round. My teammates have calculated it should create enough compet.i.tive pressure to secure us the victory."

At this suggestion, Lawrence shook his head. "Sorry. I may hate his guts, but I care more about my grade. With my team's adjustments the previous few rounds, we have a good chance of climbing into 9th tomorrow. Although it won't be a big improvement, it'll still improve my grade. I'm not silly enough to hurt myself just to damage someone. No deal."

As Lawrence finished his coffee and prepared to leave, Olivia stopped him. "Wait." In fact, his refusal didn't surprise her. Her teammates suggested the possibility, so she prepared a contingency plan beforehand.

Despite being a part of the school leaders.h.i.+p council, her role was more of a liaison between students and faculty. She held no genuine power and zero influence over grades. Yet, if there was one thing she was good at, it was considering many possible solutions… Thus, she found one way she could motivate him.

Lawrence smirked. "What? I can't imagine you have another way to improve my grade? If not, then we have nothing to discuss."

She showed a light smile. "It's accurate that I have no method to elevate your grade, but if you remain staunch, you might attain a minuscule improvement at best. Such a tiny gain is inconsequential in the long run. Perhaps...I could entice you to move against Ben for an external benefit."

His eyes thinned. "Like what?"

Olivia leaned in even closer to him, her juicy cleavage becoming visible over the top of her sweater.

Watching this, his pupils dilated and he got half a chub…

"For example…if I showed you my t.i.ts."

"Ben must be brought to justice! I will do everything in my power!"

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When he slammed his fist on the table, everyone in the cafe stared at Lawrence as his indifferent act disappeared at the skeet of light!

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His brain tried to perform the calculations of positives and negatives but they were all bounced into Bolivia by a pair of b.o.o.bies!

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Lawrence was still an 18 year old boy in the end! Whatever little boost in grade he might get, it wouldn't be larger than those C's!

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As for his two group mates? Lawrence's highest loyalty belonged to his life-long teammates—c*ck and b.a.l.l.s…

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With a view of Olivia's milk-bags, they'd have enough to eat for many winters to come!