As Olivia sat on his bed, Ben felt lucky, not due to being in private with a beauty, but because after she failed to "deduce" everything about him, it also raised her evaluation of him.
[Target's current attraction level: attracted(+1)]
It wasn't a mystery that women liked mysterious men…
Even though Ben's mysteries were all explained by gamer-rage...
Her rise in attraction also unlocked her comfort, which was higher than he'd expected.
[Target's current comfort level: familiar]
He assumed that was from a combination of the oral sex, her telling him her private background, and visiting his home, which helped develop familiarity. In fact, Ben also understood her better now. 'It's not only dyslexia…'
Olivia tried to be observant and consider many possibilities, but there was a problem: she didn't grasp how to weigh their likelihoods against each other. As such, she sometimes selected a random piece of information and built a story from it, leading into ridiculous territory… Despite all her faults, Ben was willing to give her a chance though, because she possessed a big heart. 'That heart-shaped booty.'
...
Of course, he wasn't so shallow as to only appreciate that asspect...
He liked that there were strong pillars to her personality. 'Those long legs.'
...
As he sat down on the bed, Ben put his arm on her lower back. 'It's good most of her height is from her stems. Otherwise, I'm not sure how I would kiss this chick having to reach up half a foot…' Since the mechanics worked and she didn't flinch back, he leaned in to kiss her…
Ben knew her mouth was now safe… Although it was full of salty mayo earlier...he watched her drink a soda back in class, flooding out the lingering semon spawn…
This was an important issue for him and the reason was simple--he never wanted to have to lie if someone asked him: "Have you ever had sperm in your mouth?"
…
He didn't want to learn how to beat a lie detector just for that...
So, with a safe bill of passage, he met her soft lips, and closed his eyes, savoring them. Ben then inserted his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers… The only unusual thing was, her motions were stiff…her tongue moving in a robotic pattern. Opening his eyes on instinct, they widened when he saw her eyes were already opened! 'Does she kiss with her eyes open?'
It was weird, but he didn't mind too much, because he was trying to get laid…
Ben, like all men, could ignore almost anything in this scenario…
He would even shrug it off if her tongue was forked!
Yet soon, Olivia placed a hand on his chest and pushed him off... She gazed at him with her usual stony expression. "You should understand something; What we did before and anything we do now, it'll only be transactional. That's the only value sex has for me."
"...Transactional? Then, do you only use sex to get ahead?" Ben squinted. 'Or to give head...' Life was short and all about having pun...
"If I must... Sex to me is irrelevant, I don't care for it, but men do. So if I can utilize it as a tool, I will."
This was the first time he heard something like this. "You don't care about sex?"
"It's dull… You see, I'm asexual. People have sex for pleasure, but I've never experienced an orgasm from erotic activity with a partner, so to me, it's a misuse of time, with the only outcome being to become sweaty and filthy…"
Ben imagined her in that state and didn't see the problem…
Something else she said also drew his attention. 'Never had an orgasm…' His hand twitched as if Squirtle took that as some sort of challenge to his existence…rattling the cage in the infinite darkness...as if saying: 'Let me at her!' in his complicated language of early Hodor...
Still, when Ben considered the whole thing, it sounded off. "Those views on sex make you sound a bit like…a psychopath."
"High functioning sociopath…" she corrected him while faking a stiff smile…which soon reverted back to her default flat expression.
Ben nodded. 'Hmm…interesting. Welp, I'm still gonna try to f*ck…'
He looked at her. "I understand now." He understood that he didn't care…
Smirking, Ben weighed the ramifications. 'She may be asexual, but I'm not! Since that's one vote for sex, and one abstaining…we have a result!'
There was no recount necessary...
The outcome would be confirmed by the goop-cream court!'
...
Ben leaned back in to kiss her, as his hands began exploring her body… He could feel her lean physique through her white dress shirt: her flat stomach, arching hips, and in particular—her thick toned butt…
Although her tits couldn't compare to some girls he was dating, her athletic ass was on its own level…. Ben rubbed across the top of both cheeks… as his mouth moved towards her long neck…starting to lick it...
Next, Ben unbuttoned her shirt, and was soon able to view her red bra housing her full tits…as he began to squeeze…
Due to her status as an athlete, her entire body possessed a unique suppleness…bouncy but not too muscular, providing the perfect feeling and curvy shape…
While kissing her clavicle, he slipped his hand into her bra, and squeezed her red nipples between his fingers as he began caressing her breasts…
Enjoying their amazing springiness, he licked his lips and couldn't hold back any longer, squeezing one as his head dropped...and started sucking on the nipple…
As much as he was enjoying this, he couldn't help noticing Olivia hadn't made a peep. He glanced upwards to see her watching him with a chilly expression, indifferent. Finding it strange, he checked her arousal level.
[Target's current arousal level: passionless]
'Wow.' Ben knew that was one level above the lowest level possible of absolute zero. 'She really wasn't kidding about being asexual.' However, that wouldn't stop him from enjoying himself.
When his hand moved down her waist though, reaching her legs, and attempting to slide up her skirt, she grabbed it, stopping his momentum as he glanced up at her.
She placed her breasts back inside her bra, then looked at him with her standard icy expression. "What do you want?"
Ben took a second. He'd heard about this situation. This was a sh*t test! Beluga once told him that sometimes during physical escalation, a woman might ask a direct question like that. The purpose wasn't to know what he wanted. Every woman in this scenario knew the man wanted sex. The genuine reason was to test his boldness—if he was man enough to be upfront with his sexuality and intentions.
If Ben responded here with something uncertain like "nothing" or became passive, he would fail. In this spot, he needed to show his alpha attitude and masculinity.
That's why the only correct answer was a heavy-handed sexual response! He looked into Olivia's eyes. "To get you naked!"
…
She stared at him for a while…longer than he expected. Too long...
'Was Beluga wrong? Or maybe it's because her personality is unusual... Did I miscalculate?' Anxiety brewed in his chest.
Uncertainty clouded his mind.
Flaccidity took over his boner.
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