Chapter 259: Family feud, happily spewed (1/2)

Sitting on his bed, Ben read over his new monthly challenge, a quest he found very sexciting...

[Monthly Challenge: Keep It in the Family - Seduce a woman who is at least a 7 in looks, and a legal or blood relative of a woman you've slept with]

Reading this, Ben nodded. ”You've gotta keep your family close…” After though, he looked around in confusion. ”But, shouldn't you also keep your enemies close?”

Then, he scratched his head. ”Your sex friends should be close too...”

After a few seconds of staring into space, he gave up. ”Damn it. I guess I need to keep every woman close…”

He'd made all the ”close” sayings redundant…

So, he moved on as he read the rest of the challenge.

[Remaining time: 30/30 days]

[Completion status: 0/1]

[Reward: Stat Point(Random) x1]

[Punishment: Plus or minus one testicle…depending]

Ben gawked. ”Depending? Depending on what?!?”

He stood up on his bed and almost stumbled off…

After getting his footing though, he sat back down and shook his head, as if he realizing standing up in dramatic fashion never changed the situation...

As if...but not quite...

In fact, what he realized was he didn't need the answer, because between an extra ball or one less ball, he wasn't sure which would be worse...

'Maybe gaining a ball? Then it'd be like I was a mutant in the gender-swapped version of Total Recall...

At least if I lost one, I could say it was from a freak teabagging accident…'

It didn't matter though. The main thing was Ben knew this wasn't a challenge he wanted to lose. So, he thought about potential candidates. ”Should I ask the girls I'm dating to meet their mothers?”

He considered hosting a harem family reunion…

In his jizzion of it…he'd sleep with all the women, as the bouncers outside rejected entry for their husbands like it was a Manhattan nightclub…

It would be a real ”white party.”

Ben thought it wasn't a bad script though. 'At least, my ”ending” would be better than the one in How I Met Your Mother…'

He believed he was looking out for the fans…

Somehow though, it seemed unrealistic, so Ben could only probe if his girls had any sisters or cousins nearby. ”I guess I'll do a mom too.” It almost didn't need to be said.

...

Yet, Ben was trying to figure out where his limits were. ”Would I do a grandma?”

He contemplated it for a few seconds, and decided on no.

It was a tentative no though…

Depending on how close to the deadline he came...

Still, in his mind, this meant he possessed principles. Plus, there were issues of logistics. 'I probably shouldn't… Sleeping with old women might be like playing Tomb Raider.'

Ben didn't think dust would make an effective lubricant…

Of course, he wasn't a total villain. If he did sleep with a female relative of a girl he was porking...he'd do it in a way that wouldn't hurt her. He'd do it with class…

For certain, Ben would do it tastefully…

By keeping it a secret that they'd never find out.

”Unless of course, they'd like that?”

In that case, he wouldn't limit girls from deepening their familiar love and connection…especially if he was present to experience that beautiful moment…

”Families that lay together, stay together…” He realized he needed to do his best to make sure his girls stayed ”in touch” with their mothers and sisters…

For now though, he didn't know any, so it was a work in progress. Yet, after thinking over the prospects, Ben slapped himself in the head, recalling he missed the most obvious one—Laura!

'The challenge said legal or blood relative. She should be Tina's step-daughter… So, now I have to get the daughter, after having gotten the mother, Tina--this grass mud horse…'

Once he recalled this, Ben's face relaxed because he now had confidence in being able to complete this challenge, and for a good reason: For this battle, there was a multitude of strategies available to him.

The thing was, Ben possessed access to the Akashic records on this topic...with every tactic imaginable having a viewable blueprint. Where was this treasure trove of knowledge?

Pornhub…

It was the Art of War in sexing stepdaughters.