My Pick Up Artist System Chapter 264 Catching the eye of the Brazilian beauty

Chapter 264 Catching the eye of the Brazilian beauty

As Ben ogled the old obese woman while Charlotte watched him in horror, he began to absorb photography knowledge at a rapid rate.

After all, it was a learning speed that normal people couldn't match. With a stat growth multiplier active, his focus, motivation, and memory formation all increased by ma.s.sive margins. So, by the end of his first Photography Club's workshop, he'd already learned a lot about portrait photography techniques. The only problem remaining was he didn't have a camera to practice them on. Soon though, he fixed that when Charlotte took him to a nearby shop.

There, he bought a used Nikon D5300 for a few hundred dollars. It was a budget camera, but even that price caused Ben to sweat. Although he had a job now, he only began in recent weeks and didn't know how expensive photography was. That's why when the store clerk began explaining about the cost of lenses and other equipment, Ben hurried to leave before he got finessed…

A camera was enough for now. So after thanking Charlotte, and agreeing to meet at the next Photography Club event in a few days, he went home. On the way back, he thought about how he could study photography and get use out of his new camera in his private time. The first option was obviously d*ck pics...

Yet, he remembered Beluga's red angry face when he heard of Antonio's pexting transgressions back in the mall weeks ago, and Ben decided against it. He didn't want his little brother to also get doxxed onto Google...

Still, he decided to put that tactic into the backup list under the tentative name Plan Phollus.

It was a mixture of the words photo and phallus… He thought it was quite clever…

To be safe though, Ben put that in his mental filing cabinet under gold/sh*t…

Then, his mind changed gears because another thought crept into his head. He was still a bit confused about something, because at the photography event, no one ran face-first into his open palm.

...

'No one wanted a faceslap?'

That was odd to him, like a glitch in the Matrix…

He shrugged though, believing there was no problem, and that it was only a matter of time…

So, with faith in the faceslap...Ben soon returned to his dorm to drop the camera off. Still affected by the personal talent multiplier though, he hurried to get changed, because now, he had an appointment for a BJJ cla.s.s.

***

*Tap* *Tap*

"Ahh…" Ben rubbed his elbow as he rolled on the mats at Barbosa's MMA gym. As for why he was in pain? The answer had two big t.i.ts and even thicker thighs...

Sitting across from him, the tanned beauty smirked after tapping him out with an elbow lock, her tenth submission on him of the night. Although Ben was better than all the white belts now, there was still one person in cla.s.s he couldn't beat—Valentina.

Today, she was also giving him special treatment. This time though, it was because she believed she had a legitimate reason to do so. The thing was, with how fast Ben was developing in BJJ, she became suspicious he trained in the past and was only pretending to be a white belt. Hence, she took it upon herself to perform a closer a.n.a.lysis, using him as her partner during technique training as well as paired practice.

As a result, she made a conclusion about Ben. 'He's got a significant grasp of many basics, and his body is strong, but there are obvious holes in his game, the kind someone would have…from lacking experience.'

She no longer thought Ben was faking it but that only created a bigger dilemma. 'Even if his technique is rough, he's reached blue belt level... Is it really possible to get to this point in a week? Not even my brothers were this talented and everyone calls them geniuses. Can such...a super-genius exist?'

As Valentina stared at Ben with curiosity, a tinge of respect began to grow in her expression, until she saw him lick his lips and grin while staring at her chest…

Glancing down, she realized her gi came loose, revealing her sports bra underneath, in which her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bulged. 'This b.a.s.t.a.r.d…' Any respect? Gone...

Instead, she vowed to keep a closer eye on him, but this was a large cla.s.s and she couldn't only pay attention to Ben.

So, she allowed him to go partner with others as she gave advice to other white belts. When people saw him coming though, they ran for the bathroom or crawled away like desperate babies...but not everyone could escape.

After all, refusing to roll with someone once they already asked you was bad manners. That's why not long after, Ben was laying on top of a guy, soul cranking him by asking him if he stayed behind to sniff the mats after everyone left...

…

While Ben did that facing a wall in a corner, on the opposite side of the room, a large muscular man walked in, and immediately, everyone nearby gazed at him with wors.h.i.+p, greeting him as he pa.s.sed. Seeing Valentina sitting against the wall, he grabbed a seat next to her, and asked how her cla.s.ses have been.

Her response was casual, saying there was nothing special, and they soon changed subjects. The two then chatted about various topics concerning the gym, as the man gazed around observing the students, when one unusual person caught his eye—Ben.

*Tap* *Tap*

He was tapping white belts left and right.

"You look like a product of two moms..."

*Tap* *Tap*

"I bet you can't wait to get home and switch into leggings…"

*Tap* *Tap* *Tap*

"You seem like a dude who when you get a wedgie, you just leave it…"

*Tap* *Tap* *Tap* *Tap*

The man couldn't hear what Ben was saying but he could see his techniques, the process of him owning everyone, and their broken faces and spirits by the end of it...

This, was strange. The tanned man turned to Valentina. "Why's that kid wearing a white belt?"

Her face didn't change. "Because he is a white belt."

"That's blue belt level. He shouldn't be in this cla.s.s."

She frowned. "He's in this cla.s.s…because he only started jiu-jitsu a week ago."

The man stared at her for a few moments, "You're joking…"

…

When she didn't respond, he realized she was serious, as his face showed interest for the first time since he'd entered the room. Sitting back, he continued watching Ben for a few more minutes, before standing up from the mats and looking down at Valentina. "Put him with the blue belts."

She glanced up at him with wide eyes. "With such a short time training, to give him a blue belt...no one would accept it."

"Don't give him the belt. Just put him in the cla.s.s. If anyone complains, tell them I gave the ok."

Valentina showed a helpless expression, antic.i.p.ating inevitable problems but his word was final.

Then, the man walked away, pa.s.sing along the side of the room and even taking a slight detour to get closer to Ben, where he watched him roll for a few seconds, before he smirked and turned around.

Meanwhile, as Ben stood up after submitting his opponent, he received a sudden system alert.

[Dojo Master detected]

Reading this, he hurried to swivel his head and search around, but by this point, that man...was already gone; the one who was the master of this place, Valentina's father—Ricardo Barbosa.

At the end of cla.s.s, when Valentina told Ben to stay because she wanted to speak to him, he expected some more pain to come his way. So his surprise when she told him to switch to blue belt cla.s.ses wasn't small. Yet, after several seconds, he understood, as he spread a smirk.

Seeing that face, her first instinct was to kick his b.a.l.l.s into his brain…but she held back. She could guess what he was thinking though, and as for what that was—four little words: 'She wants the sting.'

…

Despite knowing her attraction level for him was still in the gutters, Ben tried to be optimistic and hope for a recount or judgment in the courts…

As for Valentina, she'd already gotten used to this idiot, so didn't mind as much, but hurried to leave before she did something illegal.

***

Cla.s.s ended and Ben had left the gym. Although he wasn't a blue belt yet, the fact that they moved him to the blue belt cla.s.s meant they approved of his skills. So, having grown strong, he decided it was time to put his new fighting abilities to the test.

*Ding* *Ding*

As the door chime sounded, Ben walked into a Pan-Asian restaurant, while wearing a cold expression. 'I need an opponent. If things go according to script, not long after I sit down, an arrogant young master will offend me…'

One hour later…

Ben was leaving the establishment with a stomach full of chicken and broccoli. On his way out, he looked back over all the patrons, commending them for being smart enough to not get their clans annihilated...

'I guess it's possible to have a peaceful meal after all...'

*Ding* *Ding*

Like that, he walked out, unsatisfied and wondering where all the cliches had gone...

'Maybe they were overbought by the other stories...'

He sighed, suspecting a supply shortage due to ma.s.sive demand...

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