My Pick Up Artist System-Chapter 216: Negs vs. insults

Within the nightclub full of juicy targets, Ben the poison dragon licked his lips with his forked tongue at the concept of getting girls with insults...

Beluga shook his head though. "Insult is a bit strong, but you could say negs work as a subtle form of that…"

"I see…I want to try it." For the poison dragon, his strongest instinct was to spit his corrosive breath. The situation only determined the orifice...

As the dance music filled his ears, with the freedom to be himself, Ben felt like a beast who'd been returned to the wild, as a deep impulse overtook him to manspread his wings and dings…

He gazed around Latrine, searching for an appropriate target to receive his gift…and soon found one. He wasn't sure about the limits of begging, so wanted to test where they lied first. He decided to approach the actress-looking girl at the bar who gave him a rude rejection earlier. Taking a closer look at her to customize an opener, he noticed her very heavy dark blue eye makeup, which made it appear almost like she was wearing a mask.

On this approach, he wanted to not indicate his romantic intention. So, he walked over with indirect body language and a casual expression, like a stranger might have when about to ask for the time.

As the woman watched this, even though she rejected him earlier, she didn't dismiss him right away, because she didn't understand what he wanted. With a warm smile, Ben delivered his opener. "Did it hurt?"

She snorted. "Come on. So cheesy? Who doesn't know this one? When I fell from heaven, right?"

"No, I was thinking parking lot maybe...cause from the blue eyes I see you landed on your face."

…

Her face turned pale. For a reason unknown to her, that insult coming out of Ben's mouth carried extra acidity to it...making her freeze for a few moments. "H-how dare you say that to a woman?"

Ben's eyebrows raised. "Oh, you're a woman? Excuse me. I wasn't aware because my vision transcends gender and race... I thought you were a ninja turtle that didn't fully mutate."

…

A short while later, walking back to his buds, Ben nodded. "Yep, that was too far…" He realized he should turn off the poison dragon title that added extra soul damage to the negs.

"What happened?" Chuck looked afraid.

Ben shrugged. "She said 'I'm a chick.' I told her tits or gtfo."

…

He sighed. "She gtfo…"

Chuck blinked. "Yea… Still, even if your neg was harsh, didn't she overreact a bit? Falling over like that?"

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Antonio shook his head in disapproval. "Was she tryin' to make a joke? She thinks she's in the Three Stooges? Slapstick ain't funny these days..."

*Cough* Ben understood that with the poison dragon title, the negs from his mouth were more like Zangief's suplex...

So, he switched titles to C*ckpuncher, a good safety move in any situation…

Beluga also added his wisdom. "Benjamin, you can't be antagonistic. Even though you're negging, she has to believe you're on her side."

Ben's eyes flashed with awareness. "Got it. I'm going to try again." Understanding his error, Ben scanned for a new target. At the edge of the dancefloor, he saw a tall woman and walked over to her. Approaching with light dance moves, Ben showed her a bright smile, nodding to get her attention. "Hey!"

"Hey!" she answered back.

He scanned her up and down with a surprised expression. "Well, aren't you a tall glass of piss!"

…

Seeing her frown, Ben realized he needed to follow Beluga's advice. 'I have to make her believe I'm on her side.' So he laughed. "Am I right?" Then he moved in for a high five.

…

Not long after, he was narrating the failure to the Fracking Crew…

Chuck grimaced. "I guess it was…better?"

Antonio chuckled. "The hell was that? A glass of piss?"

Ben frowned. "She didn't have to reject my high five though!"

"A high five isn't enough Benjamin! Not always!"

…

Beluga sighed. "Look, A neg is not an insult. You can't make it seem intentional. That's why the best way to deliver it, is as a backhanded compliment; You say something that sounds like a compliment, but it has a neg within which is what really catches their attention."

Antonio also knew about this. "Yea, for example. You might approach a chick wearin' normal clothes and say, 'Hey, I like your style, I admire your bravery for darin' to dress so unusually.' It sounds like you're givin' her a compliment, but she's gonna worry. Like 'Unusual? Do I look weird.'"

Ben nodded in understanding. 'So you bury the neg within a compliment…' Grasping his mistake, he wanted to improve, so he searched for a new target. Near the DJ booth, he spotted a beautiful woman with curly hair in a leather jacket, and approached her.

As he reached her, Ben opened her with an indirect line: "Hey, do you know what time this club closes?"

She nodded. "Yea, I think 4."

'Remember, wrap it in a compliment.' At this moment, Ben prepared his neg. "Thanks! I like your style!"

"Oh, thanks!"

"Yea! You look like you're auditioning for a prison production of 'Grease!'"

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A minute later...Ben was speaking with Beluga.

"Why would it be a prison production?!?" Beluga frowned.

"Grease is a classic! It wouldn't be a neg as a normal production!"

"Your brain's not normal!" He didn't know how to help this boy…

…

"Aight guys, Ben ain't the type to figure out new things like this so quickly by himself." Antonio stepped in because he already understood his cousin's issues. "We might as well all work some sets together. What do you say?"

At that suggestion, everyone agreed, but they had to come up with suitable tactics first. With that in mind, they discussed what role would be best for each person to play. After all, group pick up was a team sport; There needed to be one opener, someone to focus on disarming obstacles, and several other specialized roles. So, after a brief conversation, they made a plan and soon started their approaches.

It was a night that left few, if any, of the people who came in contact with them the same...called by some as the birth, of the four whoresmen of the ac*ckalypse.

...

Actually, it was only called that by Ben.

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