My Pick Up Artist System

Chapter 124 - Starting MMA for safer cuckolding

As planned, he went for a jog in the morning to test the effect of the stamina potion. The result was similar to the strength potion. Compared to his endurance prior to drinking it, he ran about 20% further before getting tired.

This suggested the boost was a flat percentage increase for all the Perverted Divine Alchemist’s potions, although Ben didn’t know how they would stack if he received another of the same type. In any event, he believed this was a good result, especially when considering some of his future plans...

Ben also assumed that since the Perverted Divine Alchemist created the potion, it would have benefits during s.e.x. He’d confirmed this with Annabelle with the strength potion. It helped him lift and maneuver her how he wanted, making the experience much more enjoyable. He believed the stamina potion would have similar benefits, in particular making him last longer.

He’d read that cardio was beneficial to a man’s s.e.x.u.a.l performance because a stronger heart meant increased blood flow throughout the body, including the balloon-bat...

That would make him harder for longer. Although it wasn’t a weakness of his, added potential for enjoying beauties was something anyone could appreciate.

As Ben entered his room, he saw Fariq working at his desk, who turned to him when he entered. "Ben bro. Everything all right?" Fariq referred to the problems with Tyler and the blondie. After the fight, Ben left to meet Annabelle so they never discussed it.

Since that was the case, he sat down and explained to Fariq everything that led to the fight with the boyfriend.

Fariq’s dark eyes were wide in incredulity. "You cuckolded him?!? Then...was he a bad guy?"

Ben looked out the window and thinned his eyes as he gazed out at the world. His expression hardened like a man that experienced society’s dark side, making him aware of its ever-present evil. He was even more aware of his important role in righting the world’s wrongs. "Everyone is bad if they have a hot girlfriend..."

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Turning back to Fariq, Ben showed the face of a grizzled veteran who spent many years learning the ways of survival. Finding his way in the dusty settlements where there was no rule of law...in cuckolding... "That’s frontier justice..."

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Ben understood the world wasn’t a forgiving place. That helped him learn how to survive among the danger, and the dirt, and the dingus... ’What’s mine is mine. What’s yours is mine...’

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"Okay..." Fariq decided to change subjects. "Do you remember you asked me about my MMA gym? Let me show you the website."

Ben took the site address and entered it into his web browser, glancing at the page for the gym that taught MMA, a school of mixed martial arts. Until yesterday, he didn’t know Fariq practiced martial arts. They both spent most of their time outside the dorm, but until a few days ago, Ben’s sole focus was trying not to die, so he never dug into the details of Fariq’s activities. Ben only assumed Fariq was very busy with school matters, but in retrospect, MMA made sense.

Fariq was lean but somewhat muscular like him. Ben thought it was just good genetics, but now he knew the real reason: Fariq was an athlete, an MMA practitioner. After seeing how calm and collected he was in a fight, Ben understood he wasn’t a complete novice either.

In reality, Ben was lucky Fariq was there to help him. That skill scroll by itself wouldn’t have been enough to save him from three large men. When Fariq suggested he start MMA to learn self-defense, Ben realized it was a great idea. Although when opening girls during the day, there was a low chance of having problems, nighttime was a different story. Alphas tended to hunt at night, and once people got drunk, anything could happen.

Below that...Ben’s short height made him appear as an easy target to some. Then once you threw in the fact that he was developing a habit of stealing people’s girlfriends...

Well, the threat was real... So he appreciated the importance of learning how to handle himself in a fight, because he wasn’t planning to stop cuckolding any time soon...

Not in this life or the next...

Even if his story became popular...he’d refuse to accept a sequel if it lacked a netori tag...

It wasn’t only a matter of principle either... This was about having a pleasant work environment... If Google staff got ping pong tables, why couldn’t he enjoy his hobby of cuckolding?

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Besides, the economics made sense. The system’s rewards were incredible, allowing Ben to collect achievements and mid level multipliers like supermarket cuckold coupons...

Thinking about it, he sighed... The times were changing. This was the nature of the world now, and a man could only stay ahead of the competition or go extinct. It wasn’t Ben’s fault the current trend in systemic economics moved counter-cuckold...

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He knew that in the future, jealous boyfriends and husbands wouldn’t be a rarity. It made him realize that the more girls he involved himself with, and the more attractive they were, the more competition there would be from other alphas. The cliche of young masters l.u.s.ting after the protagonist’s beauties didn’t originate from nothing. It contained a certain truth. Capable men wanted the best things but there were only so many available. This sparked inevitable conflict.

That’s why Ben felt it was appropriate to start MMA, to gain some reliable security in case of a problem. He didn’t believe that random perverted skill scrolls would always be available to save him. He remembered what he did to Penelope’s boyfriend and never wanted to end up like that: bat-bent and slap-slaughtered...

Ben shook his head. ’It’s better to be safe than sodomized...’

Realizing the phrase sounded a bit off, he added, ’Mentally! Mentally sodomized! I didn’t touch him...’ Then, he remembered something. ’As for Tyler... that was all the skill scroll’s fault...’

With an initial goal in place, Ben read through the website and everything looked great. After some research at external sources, he learned this was one of the most prestigious gyms in the city. However, that also came with a downside—cost!

He glanced at the prices, and well...he couldn’t afford it now. ’I guess I really need to find a job...’ Ben realized he had a lot to accomplish as he added work and MMA to the agenda. With that out of the way, it was on to the next thing, and this issue was more immediate. It was time to go to class!

As Ben placed his books in his bag, he envisioned schoolgirls in sailor uniforms and thigh highs...

Thick milf professors with a penchant for giving s.e.xtra credit...

Then, he looked at the drawer where he kept the blackmail item...and gulped. He reminded himself that American University girls didn’t wear schoolgirl outfits... That was enough to swing his intentions back onto the side of justice...

He exhaled. ’Stay the course Ben, stay the course...’