My Pick Up Artist System-Chapter 238: Wartortle's perspective
As Ben lied on his bed with Katie snuggling against his chest, his face was one of satisfaction. 'It was worth it to give up on 2D girls, temporarily…'
After Katie lollipopped him...Ben counterattacked, bringing out his best fighter Wartortle to weaken the enemy's morale…before launching a full-scale attack. After engaging in an hour of hard-pressed cumbat…the armies were exhausted, taken to rest by the genital-generals...
However, the losses weren't even. Katie's side had suffered many fatal orgasms...leading to Ben's final victory. It was cumclusive...
Yet, both leaders would be remembered, having demonstrated their skills in a spectacular d*cksplay...
It was bootyfull...
Following such a cumslaught...all that remained were the pieces of armor littering the battlefield; Katie's clothes, strewn about all over the floor and bed, including her red peacoat, which was still covered with suspicious stains… She didn't mind that at all though. In fact, she planned to never wash it, hiding it in memory of her second-ever time having sex with Ben…
In addition, although he didn't notice, poking out of the outer pocket of the coat, there was a small piece of wood—a piece of broken wood; a perfect match for the missing corner of his desk nearby.
Katie rubbed her head back and forth against Ben's chest, opening her eyes as she smiled. She'd known she was in love with him since after their first date, and the feelings were so powerful... It was the first time she'd experienced such a thing.
After that date, she went home and prayed to every god she knew to bring them together: Zeno…Arceus…Belldandy…Haruhi Suzumiya…Naoki Urasawa…she was at it for quite a while…
Now, her heart experienced the greatest joy, because she believed they granted her wish…
Tilting her head up so she could look into his eyes, she pressed her cheek against his chest, blushing as she showed a small shy smile. "Ben…I love you…"
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His eyes went wide. Frozen...
Ben didn't know what to do, shocked because he never expected her to issue a declaration of d*ckdependence.
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He swallowed, as her words forced him to reevaluate his feelings for her, which were becoming stronger every time they met. 'I like her. I like her a lot…' He was certain now. It was hard not to develop feelings for a girl so affectionate and sweet. 'But, is this love?'
When he asked himself that…he still wasn't sure…
Yet, as Katie stared up at him, with an expression of reliance and expectation, Ben knew he couldn't stay silent. "Katie, I'm…very fond of you…"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth though, his face twitched, because he thought they sounded ridiculous. He glanced to the side, a bit embarrassed. When he caught sight of his hand, he even imagined Wartortle's spirit materializing out of it and cringing…staring at him with a "what the hell was that" expression…
Then, with his Larry David sideburns…Wartortle entered into a spiel: 'Are you out of your goddamn mind?'
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Wartortle shook his head in disapproval. 'Fond? What is that anyway? Fond…
I'm fond of the Jets…yet you don't see me having sex with them.
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Can you even be fond of a person? I mean fond…that's something you reserve for inanimate objects, a coffee mug, a pair of pants...a goldfish at maximum!
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Saying that to a person? Ehhhh...I don't know.'
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Having heard enough, Ben rattled his head and rubbed his eyes…until he couldn't imagine that sh*tty old turtle anymore… 'What the hell am I thinking about?'
However, although Wartortle didn't approve of Ben's response, it seemed to be enough for Katie. Her smile became stretched from ear to ear as she hugged him even tighter, holding him in silence as she wished this moment could last forever.
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A while later…as the two were getting dressed, Ben offered to wipe off Katie's coat, but she refused, hiding it behind her back with a stubborn expression.
Ben shrugged. 'She really likes to clean…'
Then, he began organizing his bed, as she watched him with a smile, before he nudged the bed to the side and her eyes glimpsed something underneath. It was a purple, NYU student ID…
Thinking he dropped it, Katie wanted to be helpful. So, when Ben turned his back to get a shirt from his dresser, she stepped over and bent down, preparing to pick it up so she could hand it to him, until she glanced at the ID, and the smile fell from her face…
Because it wasn't Ben's photo and name on it…
Instead, there was a girl's face…and a girl's name—Olivia Sherry Bennett.
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Standing up in slow motion, Katie felt like her heart stopped…
Then, when Ben put the shirt on and turned around, he noticed Katie's face looked a little strange, and approached her. "What's wrong?"
She looked down at her feet. "N-nothing…"
With his body language reading, he could tell something was off, but he thought it was just her being shy, from recalling her statement of love, or seeing the amount of jacket jizz...
Either way, he stepped towards her, and hugged her by her narrow waist, reassuring her with his firm hold, that her jacket only needed dry-cleaning.
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Yet, continuing to stare downwards, Katie asked him something he didn't expect. "Baby...are you…seeing other girls?
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His eyebrows raised as his body became stiff for a few seconds, having been caught off-guard and out of c*cket...
