177 Spreading game addiction (1/2)
As she revealed the truth, Ben's jaw dropped lower and lower...
It turned out, it wasn't that Olivia wanted to cheat, but that she had to cheat...
She described her situation. ”I'm dyslexic, a condition I've suffered with since I was a child, and despite it having improved over the years, it still brings me great inconveniences in my studies. As a person who strives for academic excellence, this has been my most arduous challenge. Fortunately, in high school, I discovered a method to…circumvent this problem...
You see, from my youth, I always appeared capable and intelligent. As a consequence, during tests, even the smart children sat by my side attempting to cheat off me. In the end, I cheated off them instead...”
This information was so unexpected that Ben almost walked into a metal light-pole, nearly injured by the irony...
She continued. ”In addition, many teachers, in particular male ones, made similar assumptions about my capability, bumping up my grades even during the occasions when my results were mediocre. Combined with that, I discovered many boys were eager to do my homework or projects in exchange for my attention. That was a fact I used to my benefit. Over time, this became my standard procedure, which I further developed, and even added…certain techniques…”
Ben already experienced her techniques…and could vouch for their effectiveness…
Even so, he found this news shocking. 'The ace of the student council is a fake!'
Despite having made the decision to tell him, it still surprised her that she went through with it. Yet, as Olivia told him the truth, it was as if a burden unloaded from her shoulders. Ben wasn't the first boy she'd convinced through using her body, but he was the first to reject her advances, and also the first she couldn't completely understand…
'So she's dyslexic…' Ben didn't know anyone with that condition, and wasn't sure of the implications. 'No means no, but with her, does it mean: ”it's on?”'
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He needed to make sure. ”I see, that must be tough. Can you tell me more about your dyslexia?”
Olivia frowned. ”It's better now, but when I was a toddler, it caused many misunderstandings. For example, my parents became disturbed when during Christmas, they discovered I was writing letters to Satan.”
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She sighed. ”It caused me many obstacles. That's why, in my youth, I wished for a cure. Every night, I prayed to dog.”
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Since that was the case, he accepted that these were sensitive issues that troubled her, and he attempted to make her feel better. ”It's okay. Dyslexic people have accomplished some great things; just look at Yoda…”
She glanced at him but didn't laugh, so he tried another dyslexic joke. ”You know what they say. Even if you're dyslexic, you should do your best. When life gives you melons…”
He looked at her tits. It was a double-layered joke…
Yet, she still didn't laugh… That's when Ben understood something: she wasn't only dyslexic, but humorless, even becoming confused by metaphors. He now understood why the light teasing he inserted in their earlier conversation showed no effect on her. Now this was a challenge…
'If I can't make her laugh, I need another tactic to raise her attraction.' Although she already gave him oral sex, her attraction level was still way too low, and with her coming to his dormitory, although he wasn't sure what she wanted, Ben wouldn't waste this opportunity.