My Pick Up Artist System

Chapter 229 Last chance for drunken romance

On top of that, dozens of guys had hit on them since then, numbing them to the point they didn’t even remember Beluga.

So, Ben knew he had to step up. He was the only one that could, the only one with remaining endurance due to having taken stamina potions which seemed effective now. This was his last opportunity, and the time to put everything he’d learned to good use.

Gazing at the group of drunk sluts that may have been his last chance at saving his private Ryan...Ben gritted his teeth and tried to come up with a way in. He needed a strong opener, so it was unfortunate that he’d already used his divine line earlier on the waitress.

As he pondered though, he couldn’t think of anything he visualized working. Then, things got even worse.

"Bar’s closed!" the bartender shouted across the bar, making it official for everyone. Last call had finished!

With the end of his time approaching, Ben started to sweat as he glanced at his challenge.

[Special Optional Challenge: Mission Inc*ckable - Seduce a new woman, who is an 8+ in looks, from your current location within the next 4 hours]

[Reward: Stat Point(Random) x1]

[Punishment: Incurable impotence for 3 months]

[Remaining time: 00:54:12]

Ben’s breath became heavy. There wasn’t even an hour remaining! Even if he managed to take a woman home now, it would be cutting it as close as a circumcision...

Yet, the issue would be even greater when the club closed. It might be fatal!

From the challenge’s description, Ben believed picking up women outside wouldn’t count. Once he left the front door, that would be it!

’No, I only have a few minutes left. I need to make this work!’ He stared at the set of drunk beauties at the bar and watched them frown and complain when the bartender explained he wouldn’t serve them anymore. Observing this, all of a sudden, an idea sprang to Ben’s mind!

Taking a deep breath, he narrowed his eyes. ’This’ll work... No, it has to!’ With a tactic in his mind, he walked over to the girls!

"Ugh!"

"Is that it?"

"Damn, this stinks even worse than that VIP..."

They were still complaining when they heard Ben’s voice at their side. "Hey ladies..."

They all turned to him and were about to tell him to leave as they did to Beluga, but Ben finished his sentence first. With a gleam in his eyes, he delivered it—a home-made divine line! One he crafted from the experience of struggling these past few months! From failing again and again! He used those lessons to inspire his own genius!

With a confident expression, Ben told the women the line he believed only a god could deliver, the perfect opener for this situation: "I have alcohol..."

...

The girls paused, as Ben fired a follow-up. "How about you guys join my friends and I at the afterparty..."

"Afterparty?" The drunk slutty beauties looked at each other, as Ben held his breath. If they said no, they might as well be unplugging the life support to his lower body...

However, they didn’t say no! "All right!"

"Lit!"

"I wasn’t done partying! Let’s go!"

Ben’s eyes shined! It worked! His divine line worked! All his creativity and talent shone through at the most important moment! And what a line it was! Did the system give it to him a while back? Sure!

Was it plagiarized? Sure!

Yet, being that Ben believed he lived in a web novel, he thought no one would mind! Because for some web novel authors, copying entire stories and only changing a few words was par for the course!

It was even a good way to get a high ranking!

Why write when someone already did it for you? That sh*t is hard! Sharing is caring! Adopt socialism and help redistribute their wealth instead!

Originality? Creativity? Self-respect? Drake scoffed at those big words!

Ben didn’t need them either. Like those authors, he’d do anything it took to get his d*ck working...

After that, the four girls opened up not just to Ben but also to the crew. They started chatting together as they walked towards the club exit. On the way, Beluga asked Ben what line he used and Ben told him about the afterparty, also confirming it was all right to use Beluga’s house.

When he heard it, Beluga took a second look at Ben, as if he was re-evaluating him, because he’d never informed him about this move and even forgot about it himself—the afterparty! For club sluts, this was the best method to get them in private later in the night. It was 99% effective, like the evil twin opposite of the birth control pill...

Somehow though, Ben discovered this technique and saved them all. Now, Beluga began to understand why Ben was having such success with women at his university. For helping raise Ben to this point, he felt a sense of pride, as well as deep down, a seed of a yet unknown confusion.

As they were leaving, the music stopped and the lights turned on, signaling the end of the party as everyone exited, everyone except the 20 guys in VIP who were now drunk as dogsh*t...wearing a cologne of a similar theme...and lying on the sofas. The staff gazed at them and shook their heads in disgust, now viewing them less as wealthy ballers and more as homeless ballbags...

When Ben and his group arrived outside the club, Beluga moved to the front. "We’ll take my car. Don’t worry, there’s plenty of room in the ride for all of us."

One of the girls smiled. "Oh. What do you drive? A hummer?"

Beluga mumbled, "It hums a bit..."

A few minutes later, they reached the front of his whip—a big-ass purple minivan...

The women stared with hesitation. "Is this a joke? What’s up with this ride?"

In this situation, Ben’s face turned pale. These didn’t look like the type of girls that rode in the third row...

’Was it all for nothing?’ He hadn’t thought this far ahead, and now, it might cost him a price that could only be paid in expandable flesh...

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*Author’s Note: I’ve uploaded new artwork for all the characters onto all of the galleries on Discord, including R-18, so check it out if you haven’t already. - https://discord.gg/xkkQZCCCuh (case-sensitive).