My Pick Up Artist System
chapter-195

[Would you like to activate Blackmailer's Magic Evidence?]

Ben confirmed with his mind.

[Think of your target. In three seconds, the item will lock that person as your choice, and turn into damning evidence against them]

Glancing at Camila across from him, Ben made his choice. Yet, a second later, he realized there was a problem.

'Yamero!!!' For some reason, in his mind, appeared Hillary Clinton!

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Ben's face changed. 'Stop it brain! You trying to get me assassinated?!?'

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At the last moment, he managed to refocus his mind back on Camila. That's because in his subconscious, he realized one more piece of damning evidence would be worthless anyway, since no one bothered to read the emails…

As he activated the item, Ben watched as the blank page of the blackmailer's magic evidence filled with black ink. Not wanting Miyuki at his side to notice, he turned it down for a few seconds, pretending to scrutinize the backside…

A few moments later though, he peeked at the front, and saw the ink had dried. That's when he viewed what it turned into. 'A high school transcript?'

It was the doc.u.ment every high school student gave to a university when they applied.

During this time, Camila had watched Ben make a series of odd facial expressions in succession. 'Is he constipated?'

She was growing confused and impatient. "What are you doing idiota? What's that in your hand?"

Ben ignored her though, as he read the doc.u.ment. He understood its significance as well, because the name on the top—was Camila's! 'For this to be evidence against her, it could only mean one thing.' He gazed at a particular section of the doc.u.ment, and discovered the truth she'd been trying to hide: 'She's embarrassed to have been in the Chess Club!'

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Smirking with confidence, he knew he held her weakness in his hand. "You think you have evidence on us?" Ben flipped the doc.u.ment to face her so she could appreciate the bad news.

Reading the contents on the paper, Camila's face turned as pale as a nun's buttcheeks!

He smiled, not needing his body language knowledge to recognize the doc.u.ment terrified her. He pointed to the transcript. "You see the D's on here?"

She blinked. "D's?" She didn't remember getting such low grades in classes.

Ben smirked. "Deez nuts."

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He leaned back on Miyuki's bed. "Got heere…"

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Camila didn't care about the joke though, because her mind was racing. "How do you have this?"

Ben snorted. "Do you think you're the only one that comes prepared?" He came prepared with a system!

She knew this situation was terrible because she understood what this evidence represented better than anyone! "You can't show that to anyone!"

Ben raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? Are you afraid they'll find out…"

Her breathing became heavier. She was afraid! "If you show that around, they'll…"

"That's right…" Ben gripped her weakness. "They'll find out you're a ner—"

"They'll kick me out of school!"

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Ben's face froze mid-threat…but he soon regained the look of a one-dimensional Scandinavian antagonist. "Exactly!"

However, inside he was re-evaluating the situation. 'Was NYU so prejudiced against chess players?'

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He understood that he must've misunderstood something. 'Let's assume for a moment that isn't the case…then why would she be kicked out?' He read the evidence again, and soon understood. 'For her to get expelled because of a transcript, it must be that…'

He narrowed his eyes, certain he Scooby Doo'd this mystery... 'This transcript exposes her lies!'

Despite the setup flag, he got it right this time…

Camila wanted to study at a good school in New York, and although she was very intelligent, she was even lazier. So her transcript wasn't stellar. However, she knew that universities often failed to verify many details of their applicants because it would take too long. So, as long as she didn't go too far, she believed she could get away with lying about lots of things on her application such as her extracurriculars, especially since she attended a high school abroad where the administration spoke a different language.

She was correct, until now, because like most sane individuals, she never expected to run into a system-wielding skeet-monger.

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Sweat started acc.u.mulating on Camila's pretty face as she realized her evidence was now trivial compared to Ben's. In a panic, she tried grabbing the folder out of his hand, but he pulled it back, in a rare display of adeptness…

Plugging the potential plot hole…Ben decided to obtain some insurance so she wouldn't try that again. "You think I didn't make copies?" He smiled with confidence, as he also realized most characters who said such a line might've been too lazy and also bluffed like this…

Hearing this, Camila also believed he was telling the truth. After all, what kind of idiot wouldn't have made copies?

Guessing what she was thinking, Ben felt wronged… 'I didn't have a chance to make copies!'

Regardless, he recognized the power was now in his hands, and he'd be certain to use it. That's because Ben agreed with another PUA principle: a man needed to punish women for bad behavior just as he rewarded them for the good.

He believed Camila needed to learn her lesson, for this, and for everything else. He glared at her. "You wanted to blackmail and force Miyuki and me. Now, it's your turn!"

'What's he going to do?' Camila's eyes widened. She'd always been the plotter in the background. When had she ever taken a loss like this?!? In desperation, she grasped at anything she could. "But I can still prove you two are dating!"

Ben sneered. "Even if you did, it wouldn't mean much. It's only frowned upon for an RA to date a student, not against the rules. At most, it would make things difficult for Miyuki next semester but it also might not be a big deal at all. She'd probably still keep her job. As for you?" He chuckled. "You'd be kicked out of school right away!"

At this threat, Camila started panting, because she knew...he was right! Understanding she no longer had any sway, she could only grit her teeth and assume the role of the weak one. "W-what do you want?"

Seeing her scared but beautiful face, Ben gave Camila a gaze identical to the one she threw earlier at Miyuki, checking her up and down and licking his lips. 'I can see why she did this. Feels good man…'

He gained some appreciation for her taste in gazes...

Though, even more for her s.e.xy Latina body under those clothes. 'Now, what should I do with her?'

Ben envisioned himself polling the audience...