While Yamauchi was busy daydreaming about ways to rake in more money and private points, his head started to throb.
He wanted to occupy a couple of his classmates' desks and start charging them rent—daily or weekly payments, straight into his pocket.
His average brain, however, couldn't come up with anything smarter than farting around and fantasizing about becoming filthy rich while floating on a cloud of pure delusion.
So he made a decision.
He dumped 10 additional points into Intelligence and 5 into Wisdom.
His stats jumped to INT 20 and WIS 15, but it cost him a painful 50,000 private points.
Still, it was worth every single one.
The moment the points were spent, his mind sharpened.
Thoughts that used to feel foggy suddenly clicked into place.
He could finally see the early-game information gap of the S-System clearly, along with all the loopholes in the initial rent rules that didn't yet have any enforcement behind them.
The system's logic could still be bent in his favor… for now.
But even with his shiny new stats, Yamauchi wasn't stupid enough to ignore the obvious danger staring him in the face.
The God who had thrown them into this school never mentioned it outright, but he could already picture the consequences: if he squeezed his classmates too hard and too early, they'd eventually hit their breaking point.
Broke, desperate, and furious people tended to get violent.
Resentment would build, and someone would eventually try to beat the shit out of him or worse.
He needed protection first—thugs, loyal followers, and enforcers who could make sure the rent got paid on time and stop anyone from taking revenge.
And to get those followers and enforcers, he needed even more money and private points.
That's why he decided to approach Honami Ichinose for a trade.
To make the meeting go smoothly, he first tracked down Kushida Kikyou—the smiling, two-faced angel of Class D.
Yamauchi put on his most confident grin, the kind every average guy wears when he's trying to punch above his weight and hide his real intentions.
[Target Detected: Kushida Kikyou]
[Class D Idol · Two-Faced Angel]
Name: Kikyo Kushida
Age: 18
Appearance Rating: 8.5/10 (Cute face + lewd body hidden under uniform)
Current Mood: Annoyed → Masked Sweet Smile (Internally furious)
=== Base Stats ===
Strength: 15 (+) (-)
Endurance: 21 (+) (-)
Intelligence: 24 (+) (-)
Wisdom: 11 (+) (-)
Charm: 78 (+) (-)
Luck: 27 (+) (-)
=== Relationship Metrics ===
Affection: -5/100 (Mild dislike masked as "friendly classmate") (+) (-)
Loyalty: 0/100 (Zero. She sees you as a pest right now) (+) (-)
Submission: -5/100 (She would rather die than genuinely submit yet) (+) (-)
Obsession: 0/100 (Not triggered) (+) (-)
Yandere Risk: Low → Medium (If reputation breaks, it can spike hard)
=== Hidden Traits ===
- Dual Personality: 100% (Perfect Angel façade | Rancorous Narcissist underneath)
- Secret Hoarder: She remembers some dirty secret in Class D and beyond
- Popularity Addiction: Craves universal love and attention like oxygen
- Weak Point: Public exposure of her real self (Reputation hits hurt 3x more)
After briefly reading Kushida's status panel, he focused his gaze back on her.
"Kushida-san, you've got tons of friends, right?" he said, flashing her a bright smile. "Can you introduce me to Honami? Tell her I want to confess to her."
On the surface he looked like any lovesick idiot with too much confidence and too much lust for girls clearly out of his league.
While in reality, Yamauchi's mind was already picturing something much dirtier: pinning Honami down, spreading her legs, grabbing those soft, plump tits, and breeding her tight pussy until she was moaning his name.
But that fantasy would have to wait.
Right now, the priority was harvesting as many private points as possible.
Everything else—including fucking Honami senseless—came second.
Kushida's face twisted with clear annoyance. "But Yamauchi, I can't just ask Honami to meet you without her permission first."
"So that's how it is, huh?" Yamauchi's voice suddenly grew loud, echoing across the classroom and drawing everyone's attention. "Humph. What a two-faced bitch you are, Kushida-san. You're looking down on me, Sudo, and Ike, aren't you? In your heart, you think we're not even worth helping, right? That's why you're refusing."
Sudo and Ike immediately turned to stare at Kushida with suspicious looks on their faces.
They didn't know the full details, but since Yamauchi was also at the very bottom of the class with them, they believed him instantly.
The natural tension between the top students and the bottom barrel had always existed, so when one of their own claimed they were being looked down on, it felt like the truth.
They trusted Yamauchi more than Kushida, even though his words had never been particularly reliable. All it took was him saying someone was looking down on them for the bottom group to side with him and start questioning her with doubtful eyes.
Thanks to the points he had invested earlier, Yamauchi's charm was no longer zero. Even though he was still at the bottom of the barrel, his words now carried weight. He no longer sounded like a pathetic scammer.
Instead, he came across as a poor, pressured guy bravely voicing his grievances against a high-and-mighty girl who had everything but refused to help the less fortunate. Under public pressure, she was now forced to "donate" her help in the name of the greater good.
Kushida's face darkened the moment she noticed almost the entire class starting to question her perfect angelic image.
She quickly forced her sweet smile back on and hurried to explain, "Ah, no, no! Yamauchi, you completely misunderstood! I'll help you, okay? Please don't be angry."
Yamauchi's lips curled into a satisfied grin. "What a little angel you are. Look everyone, this is Kushida. She's even willing to help someone like me. Thank you so much, Kushida-san."
The rest of the class smiled warmly too.
As expected of Kushida—she could do what others couldn't and treat every classmate equally, even the lowest of the low.
His words had cleverly trapped her.
Now Kushida had no choice but to arrange the meeting all the way through, or her precious reputation would take a serious hit if she broke her promise.
The insidious moral blackmail made Kushida furious inside, but she could only keep smiling sweetly even though she hated every second of it. "Of course I'll help everyone. Don't worry, Yamauchi-san. Just leave it to me."
After that, she didn't give him any chance to say anything else and quickly walked over to Karuizawa Kei's group, terrified that Yamauchi would try to take advantage of her again if she stayed near him.
She had never met anyone so shameless and calculating.
Deep down, Kushida already knew Yamauchi was going to be her personal nemesis, and if she let him get too close again, he would definitely exploit her once more.
Yamauchi didn't care at all. He simply returned to his seat with a smug look, waiting for the bell to ring and for the arranged meeting with Honami that Kushida now had no choice but to set up.
Now that the problem of meeting Honami was already solved, Yamauchi's mind raced ahead with greedy excitement.
He was going to bleed Class B dry of every last private point, then move on to scam Class A and Class C too.
Of course, not right away—he still had no real power or loyal followers to safely exploit the stronger classes.
But someone as gullible and soft-hearted as Honami Ichinose?
She didn't need force at all. A little moral blackmail would be more than enough, and the rest would fall into place perfectly.
No wonder Ayanokouji liked her in the original story.
Who wouldn't want a lover you could take advantage of whenever you wanted? A girl who would help you, support you, and even thank you for using her?
She was basically a more sociable, friendlier version of Airi Sakura.
Yeah… he was definitely going to breed her soon.
Honami wasn't suited to be a leader in this cutthroat environment anyway.
That was the cold, hard truth no one wanted to admit.
In the canon timeline, she ended up failing hard—ruining Class B with her excessive kindness, her constant indecisiveness, her inability to make the ruthless calls when it mattered.
Her real place was never at the head of a class. It was right here. Pinned under him on his bed.
Becoming his most obedient, most valuable pawn inside Class B.
Under his guidance, his wisdom, she would suffer far less. She would thrive. He was doing her a favor, really.
Of course, that only worked if she became his lover first. Completely submissive.
Putting his interests above everything else—above her own feelings, above her own class, above the pathetic ideals that were destined to drag her down anyway.
That was the only way.
The signs were already there in the original story.
Her whole world had revolved around Ayanokouji like a satellite trapped in orbit.
She was clearly willing to betray her own class for him, to throw away everything she'd built for the chance to stand at his side.
Such delicious potential, wasted on that emotionless, edgy prick.
Ayanokouji didn't even appreciate what he had.
He didn't use it.
But Yamauchi would.
Oh, he would use it so thoroughly.
So he was going to take her for himself. Save her from that fate. She wouldn't have to carry the heavy burden of leading her class anymore. She wouldn't have to watch helplessly as everything she'd built crumbled around her because she was too soft to hold it together.
He would handle all of it personally—for her, for them. He would be the iron fist she could never be. He would make the decisions, crush the threats, play the games she was too gentle to even see.
All she needed to do was belong to him.
Only him.
Her entire world—her thoughts, her loyalty, her body—should revolve around him and him alone.
Yeah…
Fuck yeah…
The grin on his face widened into something almost predatory as he leaned forward, already planning his next move.
Honami Ichinose had no idea what was coming for her.
But she would learn.
She would learn very, very soon.