The System In My Head

Asexual? Kay, let's do it

As Olivia sits on her bed, Ben feels lucky, not because he is making out with a beautiful woman, but because after he fails to "accept" everything about her, it also increases his judgment on her.

[Current target attraction level: interested(+1)]

It's no mystery that women love mysterious men ...

Although the mystery of Ben is all explained by the anger of gamers...

The increase in his interest also opened up his comfort, which was higher than he expected.

[Current target comfort level: familiar]

He assumes that it was from a combination of previous events, he recounts his personal background, and visits his home, which helps develop familiarity. In fact, Ben understood it more now. 'Not just dyslexia...'

Olivia tries to be observant and consider many possibilities, but there is a problem: she does not understand how to weigh their possibilities against each other. Because of this, he sometimes chose information randomly and built a story out of it, leading to ridiculous territory... Despite all his mistakes, Ben is willing to give him a chance, because he has a big heart. 'Those heart-shaped booty.'

...

Of course, he wasn't too shallow to just appreciate that aspect...

He likes that there are strong pillars to his personality. "The long legs."

...

As he sat on the bed, Ben placed his arm on his lower back. 'It's good that most of his height comes from his legs. Otherwise, I am not sure how I will kiss this chick should reach half a foot ...' Since the mechanic worked and he did not flinch, he leaned over to kiss her ...

Ben knows his mouth is safe... Although it was full of salted mayo, she noticed him drinking soda in class, flooding the remaining seedlings...

This was an important matter to him and the reason was simple - he never wanted to lie if someone asked him: "Have you ever had mayonnaise in your mouth?"

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He didn't want to learn how to beat a lie detector just for that...

So, with a safe travel bill, he met her tenderly, and closed his eyes, enjoying it. Ben then met her... The only unusual thing is, the movement is rigid. Opening his eyes on instinct, they widened when he saw his eyes were already open! 'Did he do it with open eyes?'

That's weird, but he doesn't really mind, because he's trying to fuck...

Ben, like all men, can ignore almost anything in this scenario...

He would even ignore it if it branched out!

But soon, Olivia put a hand on her chest and pushed her away... He looked at her with a cold expression as usual. "You have to understand something; what we did before and whatever we do now, it's just transactional. That's the only value it has for me."

"...Transactional? Then, are you just using it to advance?" Ben squinted his eyes. 'Or give head...' Life is short and all about word games...

"If I have to. for me it's irrelevant, I don't care, but men do. So if I could use it as a tool, I would."

This was the first time he had heard something like this. "You don't care about being in touch?"

"It's boring ... You know, I'm asexual. People relate for pleasure, but I have never experienced it from erotic activity with a partner, so for me, it was an abuse of time, with the only result being sweaty and dirty..."

Ben imagined it in that state and did not see the problem...

The other thing he said also caught his attention. 'Never experienced *******...' His hands twitched as if to consider it a kind of challenge to his existence.cracking the cage in infinite darkness.as if to say: 'Let me to him!' in his complicated language at the beginning of Hodor...

"Sociopath is high functioning ..." he corrects it while pretending to smile stiffly.

Ben nodded. 'Hmm interesting. Well, I'll still try to make love ...'

She's staring. "I understand now." He understood that he did not care ...

Smiling, Ben considered the consequences. 'She may be asexual, but I'm not! Because it's one vote for it, and one abstain.we get the result!'

No need for a recount...

The result will be confirmed by the goop-cream court!'

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Ben leans for her, as she begins to explore ... He can feel through his white shirt: a flat stomach, curved hips, and in particular a toned—...

Although the main one could not compare to some of the girls he dated, something athletic was on his own level.... Ben rubs the top of both cheeks.. when moving to a long neck ...

Next, Ben opens up and can immediately see the full accommodate...

Due to his status as an athlete, the whole has a unique suppleness.bending but not very muscular, giving a perfect feeling and curved shape...

While her clavicle was, she slipped her hand as she began to caress ...

Enjoying the extraordinary, and could not hold back any more

Although she enjoyed this, she couldn't help but notice Olivia wasn't peeping. He glanced upwards to see her watching with a cold, indifferent expression. Feeling strange, he checked his passion level.

[Current target passion level: no passion]

'Wow.' Ben knew it was one level above the lowest level of absolute zero. "She's really not kidding about being asexual." However, that would not stop him from enjoying himself.

As her hand moved down her waist, she grabbed it, stopping its momentum as she glanced at it.

He put back the , then looked at her with his standard cold expression. "What do you want?"

Ben took a minute. He had heard of this situation. This is a fucking test! Beluga once told her that sometimes during a physical escalation, a woman might ask such direct questions. The goal is not to know what he wants. Every woman in this scenario knows the man wants . The real reason was to test his courage—whether he was man enough to come clean with it and his intentions.

If Ben responds here with something as uncertain as "nothing" or being passive, he will fail. In this place, he needed to show his alpha and masculinity attitude.

That is why the only correct answer is a heavy sexual response! He looked into Olivia's eyes. "To keep you open !"

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She stared at him for a while ... longer than she expected. Too long...

'Is Beluga wrong? Or maybe because his personality is unusual... Did I miscalculate?' Anxiety rippled in his chest.

Uncertainty enveloped his mind.

Flaccidity takes over his mistakes