The next thing that happened in the classroom was the usual boring shit, basic introductions between classmates. The whole thing kicked off with Hirata Yosuke. The dude had green hair, a friendly smile plastered on his face, and gave off the vibe of a harmless nice guy.
And to be fair, that's exactly what he was. I mean, when Ayanokouji straight-up cucked him and stole his girlfriend, the guy did nothing. Didn't throw a punch, didn't raise hand, didn't even cry about it. Just swallowed it like a champ. What a good man, right? Honestly, if I ever wanted to have a male friend who wouldn't stab me in the back or bitch about things, Hirata would probably be the safest choice.
Then there was Kushida Kikyou, playing her usual role as the encourager, smiling like sunshine as she introduced herself. She was the type to get everyone moving, so naturally, the rest of the class started hauling their asses up one by one, following her lead and introducing themselves too.
And, of course, the clowns showed up next.
Yamauchi was being Yamauchi, the eternal braggart, the guy who thought he was the shit but was really just The Honored Clown of the room.
Then came Sudo, the so-called troublemaker. He gave the class his best cold snort, then dropped his edgy-ass statement about how he didn't need friends or didn't care about getting along with people. He was clearly trying to play the badass lone wolf role, but honestly? To me, he came off as nothing but a loud, sweaty cringelord who thought he was hot shit.
Even Suzune was basically no different. She did her best impression of Sasuke from Naruto, saying her edgy little line about how she didn't need friends, either. Like, damn, did everyone in this class get their personalities from 2000s anime tropes?
Then it was finally my turn. I stood up, smiling warmly at the class.
"My name is Takashi Ichinose. Nice to meet you, everyone. I hope we get along well for the next three years."
The room responded with polite claps. But sharp ears caught something else, the murmurs, especially from the girls.
"Wait... is he that Ichinose-san? The hidden heir they just found recently?"
"Wait, no way… he's that Ichinose?"
"Wow! Ichinose-san, are you really that Ichinose-san?" one bold girl asked, raising her hand like she was in some fangirl Q&A session.
I replied with an easy, friendly tone, not bothering to act mysterious. "Yes, I'm that Ichinose."
That only stirred them up more. The girls started to fuss and chatter, ready to bombard me with questions.
But before it could turn into a circus, Hirata stepped in like the class babysitter. "Ahem, everyone, the teacher's here. We should return to our seats."
Sure enough, when they spotted the female teacher walking in, the chatter died instantly. They sat down, straightened up, and let out small sighs, like they were frustrated the fun got cut short. Maybe they regretted not prying harder.
The rest of the things were simple. The teacher began handing out the tablets and the rulebook to each table, telling us that these would be ours to keep for the three years of staying in this school.
Three years? Yeah, no. I don't plan to last that long. My real deadline is probably between three months and four months, to impregnate all of the girls in this Academy and make them bear my children. Once that happens, I'll be expelled, but that's fine. That's part of the plan.
Afterward, she explained how the points would be distributed each month. Of course, she didn't say the full truth. The supposed 100,000 yen per month, which the school "generously" gave us, was nothing but bait in a scam. A trap to expose idiots.
This heap of garbage class made sure their clown behavior and loud mouths were heard across the room, practically screaming for the school to notice them and prove their point that this class is indeed defective.
Hah… what a waste.
Anyway, I'm only here for three months, so I didn't bother reminding them about the truth. Instead, I started writing down a list, targets, ideas, and methods for hunting more points to fuel my hedonistic lifestyle. The weak will waste, but the strong will take. That's how it works.
And so, the school year began. The teacher stood there, calmly trying to teach the lesson, while her group of mongrel students chattered endlessly, showing zero respect, not even giving her a single face.
Class D at its finest, indeed.
Unfortunately, my time here is short. If it wasn't, I might've given them a little reminder about the value of points in this school, maybe a demonstration they wouldn't forget.
Instead, I just leaned back, letting them chatter among themselves while I paid attention to the teacher's class with closed eyes.
Her voice was soft enough to lull me to sleep. Honestly, she could probably make a great alarm clock for post-sex naps if she wasn't stuck in this shit job.
Even Koenji, that narcissistic bastard who likely already knew the truth about the school, didn't care. He just sat there, flexing in his mirror, admiring his own reflection like the idiot he was
So that was the start of our class. The teacher looked at us with disappointment, and the students kept being a problem, laughing, yelling, wasting time.
That's Class D for you, my friends.
The place where talentless fools, loud idiots, and problem children gathered like trash in one dump.
Except me, of course.
I still believe someone sabotaged me to push me into this joke of a class, and it won't be long before I get my payback.
The reward of hacking skills from the impregnation system is not something to be trifled with. It could ruin businesses, reputations, even turn the world against whoever wronged me.
This enemy is not the first time, and definitely not the last.
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Sae Chabashira's POV
As the homeroom teacher of Class D, when I first walked into the classroom, honestly, I carried high expectations. Especially when I saw two names on the list, Takashi Ichinose and Rokusuke Koenji.
The first, Ichinose, was a highly capable heir, a young man the Ichinose Family placed great hopes on. That family, a massive corporation standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the Koenji Family, carried weight in Japan. But his background wasn't the real point.
What mattered was Takashi himself. This boy was frighteningly competent. Even before his family recognized him, he had already risen from lower class to middle class on his own merit. His skills were nothing to scoff at, his writing, his literary ability, his painting, even his coding. His intelligence, grades, manners, and composure, everything was on a level far above his peers. Honestly, even above many adults. In terms of achievement, he already radiated the aura of an elite.
And yet… he said nothing. He asked nothing. He simply lay there, sleeping in class as if none of it mattered.
I had the urge to hit him with a piece of chalk, to snap him out of it. But the rules of this class bound my hands.
So I took a deep breath and cast my eyes toward Koenji instead.
My expression darkened immediately. This man, who I also held high expectations for, didn't even care.
Worse, he sat there admiring his own reflection in a mirror, drowning in narcissism while the lesson went on.
My gaze shifted to the others. Loud. Unruly. Putting on clownish behavior for attention. I had no expectations for them since the beginning. At least Ichinose and Koenji were quiet, minding their own business. That, at the very least, was something.
But watching them, I couldn't help but sigh, feeling powerless.
Will Class D ever change for the better?
I didn't know.
Still, I wasn't willing to give up, not when students like Ichinose and Koenji sat here. Not when there was also an unpolished gem like Suzune, who was already within my sights of high expectation. This was a rare opportunity.
My eyes returned to Ichinose. I remembered asking the Principal why a student of his caliber was dumped into Class D. His answer had made me pause.
He said Ichinose carried a fatal flaw. Lust. He was prone to cheating on his own girlfriends. He didn't even bother to hide it, dating them openly in public places. And yet, despite his recklessness, he was always romantic, always good at winning them over. That's why he never cared about keeping it secret.
A flaw like that could ruin him.
Or… it could be used.
Maybe… maybe I could start with that.
No matter what, I would never give up the chance to raise the status of Class D, to drag it all the way to Class A. That was my obsession. My goal in life.
And if achieving it meant I had to seduce my own student, exploit his flaw, and turn his lust into a weapon for my own ambitions, then so be it.
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