In the shop Yamauchi had recently purchased, he sat alone, his mind churning with the weight of his ambition.
The problem was clear: the money he had was simply too little.
It wouldn't even scratch the surface of his grand plan to elevate himself into someone as untouchable and revered as Koenji—not just in appearance, but in pedigree, influence, and that pinnacle of ability that made the bastard look like he was born to rule over lesser men.
He needed more.
So much more.
Even his intelligence, now sitting at 20, only made him slightly smarter than the average student.
It was laughably inadequate for the kind of high-stakes, complex plans he needed to execute.
He needed to think faster, see angles others couldn't, and have the wisdom to back it all up.
So, he spent.
One hundred thousand private points vanished in an instant, and he felt the change ripple through him.
His intelligence surged from twenty to thirty. His wisdom climbed from fifteen to twenty.
The fog in his head lifted, replaced by a clarity so sharp it almost hurt.
His eyes brightened, the gears in his mind clicking together in ways they never had before.
And then, like a gift from the heavens, the path revealed itself.
A way to make big money. A way to blackmail a huge chunk of it straight from the school's own staff.
A slow, predatory smile spread across his face.
Afterward, Yamauchi robbed Airi Sakura's creepy stalker of his phone in a perfectly legal way.
He bought the phone outright and claimed full ownership before the guy could even react.
It cost him 50,000 private points, but it was worth every single one.
The device was a fucking goldmine.
Yamauchi had barely scratched the surface before his grin stretched wide enough to hurt.
The phone was tied to everything—social media accounts, private emails, bank details, the creep's real-world identity.
Every digital footprint the man had ever left was now sitting in Yamauchi's pocket.
That kind of access made the stalker vulnerable in ways he probably hadn't even imagined yet.
Extremely vulnerable.
Blackmail vulnerable.
Yamauchi already had a plan forming in his head, a slow squeeze that would extract more and more benefits from this guy over time.
Not all at once.
That was amateur shit.
You bleed a resource dry gradually, let them think they're buying their freedom in installments, keep them hooked on the hope that maybe, just maybe, the next payment will be the last. It never was.
But they always kept believing.
For now, he was busy using the stolen account to contact the Student Council President.
Anonymous: President, I want to buy a shell account. How much?
Manabu Horikita: Interesting… I won't ask what you need it for. As long as you have the points, the school allows it. 250,000. Nothing more, nothing less.
Clean. Professional. No judgment. Yamauchi liked that. Horikita understood business when he saw it.
Anonymous: Alright, I'll send it. Give me the address.
Yamauchi switched to his boss account from the newly acquired milk tea shop and transferred 255,000 points into it. At the same time, he sent a message to one of his staff using the same anonymous boss account, ordering them to transfer exactly 250,000 points to the Council President while keeping the remaining 5,000 as a bonus for handling the job quietly.
Once everything was done, he finally had a clean shell account ready to receive gray-area income.
Perfect for blackmail and exploiting others without leaving any trace back to him.
The transaction with Honami had been completely legal, above board, nothing shady at all.
But this creepy stalker?
That was an entirely different story.
What Yamauchi wanted—what he had paid for—wasn't just a phone. It was the dark history stored inside it.
The endless messages, the obsessive tracking of Airi Sakura's movements, the photos that probably should have sent this man to prison years ago.
Photos of Airi—the same Airi who was apparently a famous gravure model outside of school, whose face graced magazines that Yamauchi had definitely never bought or kept hidden under his bed.
That kind of material wasn't just leverage.
It was a nuclear warhead aimed at a man who had no idea he'd already lost.
In total, Yamauchi had spent 305,000 private points to obtain this weapon.
It seemed expensive on paper. But money was just numbers. Leverage was power. And this particular creep was a school employee with far more cash than someone like Honami Ichinose could ever dream of.
The investment would pay for itself a hundred times over.
He wasn't going to strike immediately, though.
No.
Let the man suffer first.
Let him buy a new phone, settle back into his pathetic routine, convince himself that the loss was just a minor inconvenience.
Let him build a little hope.
Then Yamauchi would take it all away.
The number was already fixed in his mind: 3 million private points. That was the opening demand.
If the guy refused or claimed he couldn't pay, Yamauchi didn't mind leaking everything to the school forum.
Or maybe he'd take a more personal approach, making sure the creep ended up in prison where he belonged.
Either way, the outcome was the same. Either the stalker paid up and proved useful—becoming a reliable source of income and future leverage—or he turned out to be broke and useless.
And if he was useless?
Well. Yamauchi had no problem destroying him completely. Some people were only good for sending a message.
He chuckled darkly to himself as he entered his dormitory room, the door clicking shut behind him.
The space was quiet, empty, exactly how he liked it.
He lay down on his bed, still in his uniform, still buzzing with the satisfaction of a day well spent.
The phone was tucked safely in his pocket. The shell account was ready. The pieces were moving exactly where he wanted them.
He closed his eyes and let his mind wander freely.
He thought about Airi Sakura first—her shy, delicate face, those big, innocent eyes that always seemed to shrink away whenever anyone looked at her too long.
The sweet, timid girl who blushed at the slightest attention.
Yet he also remembered the photos hidden on the stalker's phone, the ones he hadn't fully explored yet.
Explicit shots waiting for the perfect private moment: Airi in her most bold, shameless poses.
He planned to savor every single image, stroking himself slowly while studying her most secret, slutty expressions before he claimed her body for real.
His thoughts then drifted to Honami Ichinose.
He pictured what he would do to her tonight.
He also thought about Arisu Sakayanagi.
The clever, arrogant little princess who thought she could control everything.
He smiled at the memory of the recording he now possessed.
He pictured her elegant, petite body trembling as she realized she had no choice.
Either she submitted completely to his every demand—getting on her knees, spreading her legs, letting him use every hole—or he would destroy her reputation and leave her with no allies, no future, nothing to carry her to the top.
The thought of forcing the proud, calculating girl to beg and submit made his cock twitch.
He let the fantasies run wild in his head.
He imagined all three of them—shy Airi, sweet Honami, and proud Arisu—naked and waiting for him in this school.
Airi trembling with nervous excitement as he finally took her virginity, Honami gasping and clinging to him as he pounded deep inside her, Arisu biting her lip in humiliated pleasure while he used her like a personal toy.
Three gorgeous, high-class girls, each one destined to become his.
Everything was falling perfectly into place.
And he was just getting started.