My Pick Up Artist System

While sitting down at his desk and reviewing his achievements, Ben realized something crucial.

The recent few times he's had sex with Annabelle, Katie, and Olivia, he hadn't received any points. Yet, now with Camila, even though it was also their second time sleeping together, he gained many. Although the implication should've been obvious before, and Ben did have a vague grasp of it, it now became crystal clear; If he wanted to get achievements with girls he was seeing on a regular basis, he'd need to experiment in bed!

It made sense with how the system rewarded him. Few of the achievements were repeatable, and even those could only be duplicated with new women. With girls he'd already received repeatable achievements with, the only thing he could do was to try new things. Although it was a bit inconvenient, Ben believed if he kept the goal in mind, it wouldn't be too challenging.

After all, the system seemed pretty flexible with the range of achievements it awarded as long as he did things it considered difficult, rare, or creative. In a way, this was like a hidden bonus points system within the achievements.

So, since he wanted to keep seeing his girls but also needed to make progress with the system rewards, this was the only way, but Ben was fine with it. In any event, getting new achievements wouldn't hurt his women, at least not most of the things…

In addition, those creative positions and moves were fun, keeping their sex lives interesting. So there was no reason to not move in this direction. Of course, he'd customize what he'd do depending on the girl, doing his best so they enjoyed it too, and as Ben thought of the possibilities, he came to another realization. Perhaps, he could turn this into an artform!

Gasping, he visualized his future. He...could use this to become legendary! The greatest sex artist! D*ckasso!

…

Nodding with bright eyes, Ben had found his path. In other words, he planned to try crazy sh*t in bed…

In fact, as a patented pervert…he already had some ideas. Although he wasn't sure if they'd all result in novel achievements or if some would go over the line, Ben was willing to try, because that, was the nature of a sexplorer…

Still, it wasn't the time for that now. He had a long day ahead of him and needed to prepare. In particular, there was one thing he was looking forward to tonight—his first blue belt BJJ class.

***

Blue belt Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu classes at Barbosa's MMA didn't run as frequently as white belt classes, but still often enough. Although the hours were a little different, if Ben wanted, it was still possible to attend one every day. So in a practical sense, changing classes didn't affect him much, at least not with scheduling. The biggest difference between the blue belts and the white belts was more obvious—skill level. This, was the genuine challenge.

When Ben walked into the mat-covered room, he noticed how different the temperaments of the students here were in comparison to the white belts. Even sitting idle, the blue belts radiated more confidence. They seemed steadier, calmer, and more dangerous, and it made sense. Each of them invested over a year of hard training, some even a few years to reach this point. Then, here was Ben, entering the class wearing a white belt and his booger-gi...

The result, was predictable. Like when he first entered the beginner's class the week before, he attracted everyone's attention. Yet, this time, the reason for that wasn't only his gi color, but something even more noteworthy--his belt color. The blue belt students looked at him in confusion and chattered amongst themselves.

"Why's there a white belt here?"

"Is he in the wrong spot?"

"Who's this fresh fish?"

A couple of them even strolled up to Ben, attempting to advise him he was in the wrong class, and when he responded that he belonged there, their faces showed disdain. Soon, however, things were clarified, when Valentina entered the room. Although she didn't teach as many blue belt classes as white ones, she told Ben to attend this class first so she could smooth over any potential misunderstandings with the other students, or at least try to.

When her father instructed her to put Ben in this class, she wasn't wrong to expect conflicts either. As she started the class and ignored white belt Ben as if nothing was wrong, a few students scrunched their eyebrows and approached her, commenting that there was someone who shouldn't be there. When she told them to ignore Ben and that he was in the right place, that only made them more confused, and agitated.

Valentina was also in a difficult spot. She didn't know how to tell these hardworking blue belts that Ben only started training a week ago. Wouldn't that be like telling them to go die?

...

So, when they probed further, she instead shut them down using her authority, but, that wouldn't be enough to solve their misgivings. It would be one thing if Ben's belt had four stripes and he was about to get a promotion to blue belt. Then, it would be fine if he wanted to experience the higher level. Yet this rookie's white belt was naked! Zero tripes! What's more, his gi appeared new! Does he even train?!? Does he even lift?!?

The students displayed various expressions of displeasure. For them, who worked for years to get here, it was a humiliation to train side by side with a rookie who didn't pay his dues. They didn't know whether it was bias or nepotism, but they wouldn't accept it with only a few words. Their pride didn't allow them to. Plus, every time they glanced at Ben's snot colored gi, it felt like he was hocking a loogie at them!

As a result, displeasure evolved into malice, and from that point, a collision was inevitable.