His expression shifting unpredictably for a moment, Sato Ruri gritted her teeth and left the classroom.
In the end, she decided to go see Sasaki Fuyumi. No matter what, she had to witness him delete that video with her own eyes. She absolutely couldn't let it remain on his phone!
Meanwhile, after arranging to meet Sato Ruri, Sasaki Fuyumi put away his phone, left the bathroom, and made his way out of the school. He hailed a taxi to his destination.
Getting out far from the school, Sasaki Fuyumi waited at the agreed-upon spot.
To be honest, this was his first time doing something like this, and he was a bit nervous. He was terrified Sato Ruri might get so angry she'd call the police and have him arrested. If that happened, he'd die of public shame in a whole new way.
This so-called Life Achievement System—he wondered if it had been influenced by some extreme thought of his at a certain moment, aiming to mold him into a scumbag. Was this kind of illegal stuff even okay? Wasn't it afraid of getting smacked down by the iron fist of the law?
But things had already progressed this far. Sasaki Fuyumi couldn't change anything; he could only take it one step at a time.
Just as Sasaki Fuyumi was wavering between hope and fear, a graceful figure appeared in the distance.
The girl had run all the way here. She was slightly out of breath from the intense exercise, her chest heaving. Her full bosom rose and fell with each pant, quite eye-catching.
Sato Ruri's gaze swept around, then locked onto Sasaki Fuyumi. A flash of shame and anger flickered in her eyes as she walked towards him.
Sasaki Fuyumi felt a bit awkward. As he was thinking about how to greet her, text prompts suddenly popped up again.
"Be mindful of your words and actions. The closer your behavior aligns with scumbag standards, the higher your evaluation will be."
Sasaki Fuyumi's heart stirred. He recalled the setting of Scumbag Points. Being a scumbag was a high-risk profession, and these points could improve his survival ability.
He didn't know exactly how it worked, but the system probably wouldn't lie to him.
Watching the approaching girl, Sasaki Fuyumi recalled the expressions of villains in movies and put on a strange smile. "Sato Ruri, you finally made it."
Sato Ruri, who had been clenching her fists ready to confront him, faltered. By the time she regained her composure, she had lost the courage she'd mustered. She hesitated, looking at Sasaki Fuyumi for a moment, before finally asking him angrily, "What exactly do you want? What will it take for you to delete that video?"
"What do you think?" Sasaki Fuyumi deliberately let his gaze wander over the girl's figure, lingering especially long on her chest area.
Sato Ruri's eyes seemed like they could kill him. Disgusted, she said, "I'll give you money. You delete the video, and we'll forget this whole thing."
Seeing that the girl still dared to be so arrogant even with leverage in his hands, Sasaki Fuyumi figured this definitely wouldn't earn him a high evaluation. Since he'd already gone this far, he might as well go all the way. He snorted, "Shut up, you pervert."
Sato Ruri's face went blank. When she snapped out of it, she was burning with shame and anger. "Who are you calling a pervert!"
Sasaki Fuyumi looked at her contemptuously and pulled out his phone right in front of her. "Still talking back? Don't believe I'll send this video to the class group for everyone to enjoy?"
As he spoke, Sasaki Fuyumi opened the class group, pretending he was about to send the video.
"No! Don't!"
Sato Ruri's eyes filled with panic. She quickly grabbed his hand, holding on tightly. The thought of that video possibly being sent to the group for everyone to see made her completely lose her composure.
"Let go!" Sasaki Fuyumi said sternly.
Seeing his resolute attitude, Sato Ruri's face paled. She deeply regretted her earlier attitude, but she refused to let go, terrified that if she did, the video would be sent to the group.
Sato Ruri's dark eyes looked at Sasaki Fuyumi pitifully, her stunning face even showing a pleading expression.
She was backing down.
...
Seeing this, Sasaki Fuyumi nodded inwardly with satisfaction. Sato Ruri was usually so arrogant. If he hadn't put her in her place right away, it would have been hard to complete his task.
Although bullying a girl like this made Sasaki Fuyumi feel a bit guilty, he soon didn't have time to dwell on it. The girl was holding his hand, unaware that they were standing too close. Her full chest had already touched Sasaki Fuyumi's arm.
The soft, springy sensation inexplicably sent a thrill through Sasaki Fuyumi.
The usually so proud Sato Ruri was actually begging him. Sasaki Fuyumi couldn't help but raise his free hand, place it over hers, gently stroke it, and snicker. "I didn't expect your hands to be so smooth."
Sato Ruri's body trembled. Her expression flickered rapidly. Then, gritting her teeth, she moved closer, hugged Sasaki Fuyumi's arm, and flashed a very stiff smile, coaxing, "Sasaki Fuyumi, please delete the video, okay?"
As she spoke, she pressed her full breasts against Sasaki Fuyumi's arm, the round orbs visibly deforming.
Sasaki Fuyumi's feelings were mixed. He hadn't expected her to go to such lengths, even sacrificing her looks to seduce him, just to make him delete the video.
As a famous beauty in the school, with a charming appearance, excellent grades, and a fantastic figure, Sasaki Fuyumi had occasionally fantasized about Sato Ruri. But now he felt a sense of disillusionment.
It turned out goddesses weren't much different from ordinary women. They even had more flaws, but their pretty faces made you overlook those flaws.
Sato Ruri not only snooped through others' backpacks without permission, invading their privacy, but when faced with a man she couldn't resist, she would also yield like many ordinary women, even resorting to seduction.
These thoughts flashed through Sasaki Fuyumi's mind. Faced with Sato Ruri's coaxing, he deliberately put on a pleased grin. "Sato Ruri, I didn't expect you to be such a flirt. Your breasts are really soft."
Sato Ruri fumed inwardly but didn't dare show it. She even hugged his arm tighter, forcing down her embarrassment, and said to him, "Sasaki Fuyumi, if you promise to delete the video, I can..."
"Can what?" Sasaki Fuyumi asked.
Sato Ruri clenched her teeth secretly, then flashed a charming smile. "I can let you... touch... touch me, okay?"
As she finished, her face flushed crimson, as if blood might drip from it. The intense embarrassment made her want to find a hole to crawl into.
Sasaki Fuyumi looked at her delicate, blushing appearance and couldn't help but swallow. He grinned. "Alright, I'll delete it right now."
With that, he operated his phone and deleted the video right in front of Sato Ruri.
Sato Ruri was stunned, then overjoyed. She hadn't expected to convince him so easily. At the same time, she grew even more contemptuous of Sasaki Fuyumi. A few nice words from her, and he lost his mind. What a waste of space.
Sasaki Fuyumi smiled at her. "Sato Ruri, I've deleted the video. So, can I now..."
His gaze fixed on her chest, his look burning.
Sato Ruri rolled her eyes, shook off his hand, stepped back two paces, and said with an innocent expression, "What are you talking about? I don't understand. I'm so hungry. I need to go home for dinner."
With that, she tried to leave. But Sasaki Fuyumi just laughed. "Sato Ruri, it seems you forgot that I sent you the video."
Sato Ruri's expression changed. She was dumbfounded. Sasaki Fuyumi had deleted the original video, but he hadn't cleared the chat history. The video in their chat log could still be played.
Remembering this detail, her face fell, ashen.