My Pick Up Artist System - Chapter 293

When Annabelle asked Camila and Ben if they’d had sex with each other, it dumbfounded both of them.

The Mexican beauty wrinkled her eyebrows. ‘Tch…in which way hasn’t this bastard f*cked me? Still, that’s beside the point. Asking me that…isn’t she too tactless?’

Ben also gawked at Annabelle. ‘How should I respond here? From her perspective, the two of us are dating. So it probably wouldn’t go well if I admitted what I did with Camila. Plus, this time’s even worse than when Katie asked me, because who knows what this crazy Mexican will say?’

The b*tch was running wild…

However, Annabelle soon defrosted the situation herself, glancing at Camila while pointing at Ben. “Well, have you? Because we’ve had sex.”

…

A slew of complicated thoughts passed through the Latina’s head. “How can you just say that?” The two girls had only known each other a few minutes. As the lesbian, Camila had assumed she was the promiscuous and open one, but now, she realized she might’ve been wrong!

Yet, it wasn’t that Annabelle was promiscuous, but that her thought was process was different, which is why Camila’s response confused her. “How can I say what? That thing about how furniture should be made of human bones instead of wood?”

…

Seeing how they were both staring at her, she realized she’d said something wrong. “Oh, sorry. I forgot that was just a thought. You didn’t hear it…”

…

‘Is she a necromancer?’ Even though Ben already knew Annabelle, she always managed to surprise him. ‘If I could get the necromancer tag…’ No matter the situation, he always considered how to raise his view count.

Annabelle looked at Camila. “Okay, you must be talking about the sex thing then, right?”

The Latina blinked, not sure how or if she should respond. “I guess…”

Annabelle shrugged. “What’s the big deal? It’s just sex. Animals and plants do it all the time.”

‘Plants too?’ Camila and Ben exchanged glances…

For once, they were in agreement, that they needed to google that at home later…

During their moment of silence though, Annabelle walked towards Ben, getting very close to him as she smiled. “Besides, Ben is so good at sex. Why wouldn’t I do it?”

Seeing the gorgeous blonde being so intimate with that filthy bastard, Camila couldn’t help but frown. ‘How’s this Oompa Loompa so good with the ladies?’

He was doing even better than she was! So how could she accept that? Camila’s instinct was to stop this from going so smoothly, and, she knew the perfect way to do it–possessing a cluster-f*ck bomb to throw into this situation. “I don’t understand what you and the other girls see in him…”

Annabelle’s ears twitched as she turned to Camila. “Other girls?”

…

Ben gulped. ‘This b*tch really said it…’

Camila spread an impish smirk as she nodded.

“Ben is having sex with other girls?”

…

He held his breath, preparing for chaos.

Camila’s grin grew even wider. “Yes!”

Annabelle blinked. “Oh…well, that makes sense.”

…

She then turned back to Ben as if nothing happened. Meanwhile, Camila’s smirk froze, making her look like a sculpture of an autist…one trying to make sense of a falling stonk chart…

‘Huh?’ She couldn’t get used to Annabelle’s weirdness. “You’re not upset he’s seeing someone else?”

“Upset? Why?” Annabelle didn’t see the issue. “As I said, it makes sense. He’s so good in bed. Why wouldn’t other girls want some?” Then, she sat down next to Camila, inches from her face. “Like you, for example… Although you didn’t answer my earlier question, I took that as a yes, because the default is opt-in.”

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‘Is that the default for everything now?’ Camila and Ben squinted.

“So when you had sex with him, wasn’t it good?” Annabelle brought her face even closer to Camila’s, to the point where the Latina could feel her breath, making her heart thump. “T-that… I-I guess he’s okay for a man, but so what? Who wants to have sex with this fool?”

Hearing that, Ben sneered. He was getting tired of her insults. “Fool, huh? You know, I seem to remember telling you last time that if I caught you in my room uninvited again, there would be serious consequences.”

At the threat, Camila’s eyes widened, remembering the amount of harmful material he still possessed over her. “T-that, I just came to talk—”

“I don’t need your excuses!” Ben stepped in front of her and gazed into her eyes with an icy expression. “Since all you have is insults, you’ve done enough talking.” He snorted. “You know, it surprises me, but it seems you still didn’t learn your lesson last time…”

“I-I…” Camila really came here just to speak with him, but it was difficult for her not to attempt to mess up his situation when she saw him doing so well. After all, ignoring the circumstances, this bastard invaded every hole in her body! How could she not bear some resentment?

Ben’s eyes only narrowed further though. “Now, you even came here and tried to hit on Annabelle in my room. Did you see a Yuri tag? How dare you try to pollute my marketing…”

“Huh?” Now, Camila was lost…

Even so, Ben wouldn’t let her off so easily. Crossing his arms, his face became grave. “I think it’s time I share some of that ‘information’ I have with the school’s administration…” It was a line he’d used before but he planned to wear it out until he wore her out…

Regardless, it was effective. With those words, Camila’s face paled as the room turned mute…the temperature seeming to drop.

Yet, the rigid atmosphere was soon broken by Annabelle, who frowned. “Oh, this is so complicated…but I don’t like this energy. We should cleanse the room of it.” She rose and took out some sage and a lighter from her purse. Then, she lit it as she proceeded around the four corners of the room, wafting the smoke everywhere, before letting the sage sit in a mug on Ben’s desk.

His eyes dimmed. ‘Where will I drink coffee from?’

Still, the entire time, he and Camila only stared on in silence at her unexpected act. She soon returned to them with a peaceful smile though, grabbing Ben’s hand as she pulled him to sit on the bed with them, Annabelle sitting in between. Then, she stood up and held her hands together. “All right! You two have too much tension. We need to relieve it!”

“H-how do we do that?” Camila didn’t know where Annabelle was going with this, because unlike Ben, she’d never watched hentai…

Yet, the blonde’s eyes soon shined as she answered in her serene voice. “Good question! I happen to know an excellent method that worked for me. In fact, Ben showed me how to do it.”

“Oh?” He also wasn’t sure what she was talking about. However, when Annabelle got on her knees, placed her hands on Camila’s legs, and spread them apart, they all got some idea of where her mind was headed.

“A good way to relax is through Ben’s special performance.” Annabelle displayed a kind smile, as if she wasn’t holding Camila’s legs open…exposing red panties.

“P-performance?” Despite being a lesbian, this sudden act caught the Latina off guard.

Annabelle turned her head towards Ben. “Your water show!”

…

“Water…show?” Camila didn’t get it, but Ben did…

He spread a mischievous smirk. “That’s a great idea!”

Annabelle also nodded repeatedly. What was she talking about? It was her term for Ben squirting her! “I’d like to observe the water show from a third party perspective. It might give me inspiration for my art…”

As Annabelle’s hands ran up Camila’s thighs, she also began to get the jizz of what they were referring to…but, she hesitated on how to respond. On the one hand, she considered anything involving Ben detestable. On the other hand, she could place the large breasts of the doll in front of her…whose fingers caressed her legs…exciting Camila’s body.

She thought back to the last encounter with Ben and Miyuki. Although she cursed in her mind anytime she remembered that idiot’s troll face…she savored the parts with Miyuki… Plus, she had to admit, all of it felt good. Then when she added the fact that she was indeed hitting on his woman again, she believed this villain would continue his threats if she said anything he disapproved of. Thus, Camila made a decision, and sighed. “All right, fine, what is it?”

With Camila’s agreement, Annabelle’s eyes brightened as she brought her hands together for a single celebratory clap. “Yay, one ticket to the water show please!”

As he gazed at the Latina, Ben’s face also widened into a full-on troll-grin…

It was the one she despised so much… Yet, what she hated even more, were his puns.

“Cum, suffer your fate…”

…

‘F*ck this world…’ The Latina was already regretting it.

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