Nagumi Miyabi's POV
"Vice President, we have executed the task perfectly, but…" One of the thugs I had sent to deal with those underclassmen stuttered, his voice shaking, as if even speaking the next words was too heavy for his useless mouth.
I looked at them coldly. "If you can't even do this simple task, then what use are you?"
There are countless people who would kill for the chance to serve under me, and yet this pack of mongrels can't even carry out something as basic as provoking Class D.
A class infamous throughout the academy as the garbage dump of defective students.
And yet they struggled.
The task I gave them was insultingly simple. Pick an easy target from Class D. Provoke them in public, where plenty of witnesses could see. Force the idiot to retaliate, and watch as Class D suffers the deduction of their precious class points. Nothing more, nothing less. Later, when the S-System is revealed to the first years and the mechanics of the school are fully exposed, that provoked fool would also be branded with the scorn of his own classmates, punished both by the system and by the eyes of those around him.
Simple. Clean. Effective.
That's why I have zero tolerance for failure. This was supposed to be the easiest job of their lives, yet this mongrel…
"It's already done, Vice President, but… someone saw us and recorded everything. He's demanding 500,000 points from us." One of them finally forced the words out, his tone small, humble.
"Get lost." My voice cut him like ice. "If you expect me to get revenge for you, why should I? Why would I waste my time provoking this 'potential guy' for trash like you who can't even complete the simplest job? Don't make me repeat myself, get. Fucking. Lost."
"Yes, Vice President…" They lowered their heads and left, shoulders slumped, completely crushed.
I exhaled sharply, a snort of disdain escaping my lips.
What a pitiful bunch of wastes.
If not for the fact that the President's little sister was enrolled in Class D, I wouldn't have cared about those rejects at all. The only reason this entire scheme exists is because I wanted to watch the President's reaction, to see his composure crack, to see what he would do when the provocation reached closer to him.
This is an elite school. A place where status, scheme, and results decide everything. If those mongrels had provoked someone like Sudo simply for entertainment, simply out of boredom, then they would have been expelled long ago. This academy does not nurture waste. It does not protect fools who create enemies without profit. The only reason their actions made sense was because they were ordered by me.
Simple.
As for the so-called blackmail? Some stranger recording them and demanding 500,000 points?
I missed the part where that's my problem.
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Masumi Kamuro's POV
"Have you already recorded their conversation, Kamuro-san?" The smug loli voice echoed in my ears as I handed over my phone to her with an expressionless face.
My movements were mechanical, the kind of obedience that wasn't born from loyalty but from being trapped.
Inside the phone were the videos, evidence of Miyabi Nagumo's shady dealings with those thugs who had been messing with Sudo.
Footage showing that he wasn't just involved, but that he and those punks were accomplices, blatantly breaking school rules by provoking violence.
Proof that could ruin him if placed in the right hands.
"It's done, Sakayanagi-san. Now, can I leave?" I asked, my voice flat, my face deadpan, showing how much I hated this situation.
The memory of almost getting caught by that blonde-haired guy earlier still made my chest tighten. Now, this loli had me under her thumb, blackmailing me and forcing me to do her dirty work.
She had the evidence of me stealing from a supermarket.
Unlike the blonde guy who let me off, this loli went straight for the throat, using it to chain me to her.
"No. We shall meet them. How confident are you in defeating them if everything goes south?" Arisu asked, her eyes gleaming like she already had everything planned.
I let out a short snort, filled with disdain. "They're nothing but worthless trash."
"I hope your confidence holds true when we meet them," she said, her tone teasing but her eyes cold. She immediately began tracking their whereabouts, her tiny fingers moving across her device with practiced ease.
I followed her, brows furrowed. My mind spun. What the hell was this loli planning? Did she want to blackmail Nagumo and the thugs directly? Did she want to test me, to see how far I'd bend under her control?
As much as I wanted to hate it, a small spark of anticipation lit inside me. My blood stirred in a way that studying in class never could. Watching her plot, knowing confrontation was ahead, it was dangerous, risky, but undeniably more exciting than the suffocating monotony of lectures and textbooks.
For a moment, I forgot the resentment. I forgot the humiliation of being used.
Instead, I felt curious.
Eager, even.
And so, with a mix of irritation and a strange thrill I couldn't deny, I decided to follow her. To see with my own eyes what exactly this twisted loli intended to do with Nagumo and his thugs.
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Takashi Ichinose's POV
When I checked my phone, I was surprised to see that 500,000 points had already been sent to my account. But that wasn't all. I also noticed a message from Arisu.
Loligaki: I hope you like my gift, Takashi-kun.
At the bottom of the message, there was an attached photo, Arisu standing beside Masumi Kamuro, both of them smiling at the camera.
Well, Arisu's grin was smug as always, a little shortie brimming with confidence, her cuteness mixed with that bratty, teasing aura that made you want to put her in her place.
Masumi, on the other hand, looked completely different, cold, mature, and dripping with that quiet, reluctant seduction.
Her forced smile couldn't hide the fact that she hated posing, and that unwilling expression only made her look even hotter.
Both of them were wearing their Academy uniforms. Skirts tight and proper, blouses fitted, ribbons tied perfectly. The sight alone was enough to make me swallow hard.
Because in my head, that photo shifted into something else entirely.
Instead of standing side by side, I pictured both girls on their knees before me, uniforms messy, hair undone, eyes glazed with submission. Their lips parted around my cock, tongues working together, drool coating my shaft as they worshipped it with desperation.
I could already feel it. Arisu's smugness melting away into slutty obedience, her cute mouth stuffed full.
Masumi's reluctant frown breaking apart as her throat stretched, the forced smile replaced with sloppy, gagging noises as she choked down my length.
The thought alone made my cock throb.
And it wasn't just fantasy either. Arisu had already been there with Honami, both of them on their knees, swallowing me, their moans echoing in my ears. That memory only made the hunger worse.
I wanted more.
I wanted Masumi down there too, sucking me off side by side with Arisu, her cold pride shattered as she slurped at my cock until her dignity was gone.
It seems that no matter which world it is, this loli will always keep Kamuro as her loyal henchwoman. Some things never change.
I shifted my gaze from the glowing screen to the boy in front of me. "Sudo-san, the senior already sent the money. Here, take 100,000 points from it. Check your phone."
Ken Sudo's brows furrowed, his voice deep and strangely solemn. "Takashi, you don't have to."
But I didn't care for his objections. I had already pressed the transfer through, the points sliding from my account into his. To me, holding onto that much money was meaningless. What good was wealth if it just sat idle?
Points were more than numbers; they were a tool, a currency not just for goods but for power, for shaping loyalty, for creating convenience in the form of people who would stand at my side without hesitation.
A loyal thug, one who followed commands without question, was worth far more than the empty comfort of stacked numbers.
And Sudo fit that mold well. I didn't care about the fine points of his personality. Whether he was rough, impulsive, or hotheaded, it didn't matter to me. What mattered was loyalty. What mattered was that he could be molded, directed, and bound to me through gestures like this.
As long as it wasn't Yamauchi. That one was beyond saving.
Every Class D student could be a potential gem, but Yamauchi was hopeless. Not only was he disloyal, he was also immoral and a pervert. I couldn't stand him. Every part of his personality was a walking red flag, screaming betrayal.
No amount of points could fix an incel like him.
I placed a firm hand on Sudo's shoulder, giving it a solid pat. "Just think of it as a thank you for the treat, my friend. We'll call it even. See you later."
Sudo nodded slowly, still with that serious look on his face, and replied in the same solemn tone. "Yeah, see you later too, Takashi."
With that, I left. We went our separate ways as I headed back to my dormitory room, wanting to find a place of solitude for myself.
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