My Pick Up Artist System Chapter 265 One person's dream is another's nightmare

Chapter 265 One person“s dream is another“s nightmare

Ben returned home from his failed showdown scene at the restaurant, exhausted from all the stuff he did during the day, and fell right into bed, going to meet the sandman.

There, in the world of dreams, he found himself in the center of an ideal fantasy. As he laid on a sunbed aboard a ma.s.sive yacht, beauties served him on all sides, hanging grapes over his mouth and feeding him like he was a bi-curious Roman emperor…

Then, came the main course. A set of gorgeous big-breasted triplets approached him and rubbed suntan lotion all over his body, after which they used it to cover each other. Once finished, giggling, they exchanged glances and spread naughty smiles, before reaching behind their backs to undo their bikini straps. Swallowing, Ben stared at them with the thirst of a man who'd spend years lost at sea... 'The triplets are going to take out the twins…'

For the first time, he understood the true purpose of memorizing the multiplication table at a young age. '3 x 2 = 6…'

Yet, just when he was about to learn the truth of long division…he awoke!

*Crackle*

A noise made Ben open his eyes. When he realized he left the dream during the best part, he almost raged, but took a second to look around. 'Wait, maybe there's a random s.e.xy ghost girl here to give me oral s.e.x…'

Yet, when he failed to see any suck-spirit…Ben's hearts fell…

*Crackle*

That's when he heard another noise at the foot of his bed and his face became sober. Under the dim moonlight coming through the window, his eyes traced the source of the noise, and soon discovered--movement!

Something was s.h.i.+fting at the base of his bed, going through his things like an underwear gnome...forcing Ben's heart to speed up... 'A robber? A murderer? A frat boy?' Ben went down the list of possibilities from best to worst. Why was frat boy the worst? Because he'd heard of them sneaking into rooms at night and teabagging their pledges...

That, was the least desirable method of making friends...even if it was an honest representation of ancient Greek life...

However, Ben didn't pledge a frat so he expected to at least be safe from this wurst-case...

Still, the situation was worrisome. As his forehead began to sweat, he sat up with slow movements, careful to not make a sound as his legs left the bed and he stood on the ground. He could feel his heart thump as he tip-toed towards the moving thing at the end of his bed…and when he saw it…he narrowed his eyes, before smirking. 'Looks like I won't be needing that b.l.o.w.j.o.b ghost, after all.'

A few seconds later…

"Kak!" Camila almost experienced a heart attack as a powerful grip grabbed her by the back of her neck. She'd been digging through Ben's luggage to find the blackmail evidence he had on her when she received this shock.

Earlier today, she conned her way into getting a copy of Ben's room key from the janitor's spares downstairs, planning to sneak in while he slept to steal the blackmail evidence and his phone with her video on it. It wasn't a very thorough plan, but she'd been having trouble sleeping ever since taking such an enormous loss, and couldn't rest knowing he possessed so much dirt on her. So, her goal was to take care of it all at once, but it seemed someone caught her.

After Camila put her hands up to indicate submission, Ben made her stand up, clutching her neck as he patted her down to make sure she wasn't carrying a weapon, like he'd seen on the show Cops. He believed it was important to be safe, and also whenever possible, to cop a feel...

As also shown on that program...

In truth, it was tough not to, since Camila really dressed the part of a thief today, which took her s.e.xiness to the next level. She was wearing black tights on her upper and lower body like some kind of jewel thief, outlining her athletic a.s.s and curves. Licking his lips, Ben took his time checking every inch of her…

"You done, puto?" By now, Camila's face she knew who was behind her, making Camila's face ugly.

Ben snorted. "If it isn't the big Lesbowski…"

"Tch…"

"I don't need to ask why you're here. I can guess. It's too bad for you I already made cloud backups of that video and the doc.u.ment is also in a safe place. You came here for nothing." In fact, Ben wasn't bluffing this time. He did this in a proper manner for once, having opened a safety deposit box to store the blackmail evidence against her. He also figured it would be useful to have a secure place to store things in the future anyway, considering magic items came into his possession often enough.

Even though she failed, having someone sneak into his room while he was sleeping wasn't a pleasant feeling, and Ben would be sure to show her his dissatisfaction. Of course, he also believed it would help Camila. After all, it was clear his last poke didn't immunize her from misbehaving, so as a system-credentialed M.D., it was his duty to give her a second round of c*ckccinations..."

Hearing this, a terrible sensation emerged in Camila's chest though. "No, you can't mean—"

Ben leaned his head close to her until his breath brushed her lobes and earrings. "That's right. It seems I didn't train you enough. You're going to need more positive reinforcement… Of course, I can allow the school to administer your punishment, if you prefer?"

Camila gnashed her teeth in irritation. Not only did she fail in her mission to fix things, but now she was in the claws of this wicked b.a.s.t.a.r.d and he was blackmailing her again! Yet, she knew there was nothing she could do about it because he was still holding the evidence on her, and once again, she was the one who started it!

"Well, what's it going to be? Should I let the school handle it? I think...that's actually a good idea. Things are getting out of hand. You know what else...since I have you here, I might as well call the police too. I believe they'd consider what you did breaking and entering, right?" He then took his phone from his pocket and started dialing.

"W-wait!"

"What is it?!?" Ben asked in a short-tempered tone but was smiling behind her.

"I-I'll…do what you want…" she muttered.

"I can't hear you."

Camila grinded her teeth but kept calm. "I said, I'll do whatever you want…"

Ben chuckled. "Good girl…" Then, he pulled her back, pressing her juicy Latina a.s.s against himself…as his free hand explored the front of her body, and he whispered into her ear. "t.i.t…for tat…"

His hand then squeezed her perky t.i.ts through her tights… "I'm going to have to teach you even better this time. We can't have this happening again…" In his head though, he thought he wouldn't mind it happening many more times, as long as he caught her and could d-stribute pun-ishment…

Camila's heart palpitated at that declaration. "W-what do you want to do?"

Ben spread a mischievous grin. Of course, they would go by the theme of the night--breaking and entering...

It would happen one step at a time though and he planned to enjoy himself. As for her question, he soon let her know, that they would start with breaking.

Still holding her by her neck, he walked her over to the bed as he continued exploring her body with the other hand. Feeling her tight top, he thought it was s.e.xy, but there wasn't enough room to work. So the first thing he did, was roll up her s.h.i.+rt…and let her cute t.i.ts out…

Now, he let go of her neck so he could use both hands to grope them…making sure to pinch and squeeze with extra force, in particular, on those little sensitive cherry nipples…

"Ah!" Camila winced, but kept her volume down, not wanting to anger Ben. She knew he was holding all the cards now; the cards and the nipples…

Next, he bent her over, so her thick a.s.s rubbed against his groin below…as he raised his hand and…

*Smack*

"Ow…" Camila frowned. She'd already seen this routine and didn't like how it ended, but, she wasn't the one in control.

*Smack*

Ben continued to slap her backside. After all, she'd been a very naughty girl. He thought the spanking from last time would've sufficed, but it seemed he'd need to get more creative.

*Smack*

"Ay…" Camila's head rose from the pain because Ben wasn't holding back at all, and the thin layer of fabric wasn't cus.h.i.+oning anything.

As he continued raining down spanks, each of his blows reddened her a.s.s underneath because he didn't hold back. The force behind them wasn't ordinary either. By this point, Ben had taken three strength potions, making him a man of tremendous power. Thus, although he wasn't trying to give her deep injuries, he was making sure these were no sissy slaps.

*Smack*

"Ah…"

*Smack*

"Owie…"

*Smack*

*Smack*

There was a more important reason Ben was spanking her now though. Gazing at that appetizing bubble-b.u.t.t below, Ben had some interesting ideas, and for these, he believed it would be better, if her a.s.s was tenderized…

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*Author's Note: New artwork of Camila in the comments. More on the discord - https://discord.gg/VSKzgzV8J9 (case-sensitive). On a PC, you can copy the link from the novel's about/synopsis page.