Ichika the Little Glutton / Gentle Shiraishi

Good afternoon, Chairman.

"I'm short on time, so let's get straight to the point: what is your purpose in coming to Kouiku?"

After greeting his father-in-law, Aoyama took the hand of the dejected Amasawa Ichika and sat down with him opposite the red-haired man and Sakayanagi Narimori.

Her words were full of disrespect towards the red-haired man.

Aoyama could deduce that Ayanokoji Atsuomi's reason for luring the red-haired man was simply to provoke a conflict between him and the red-haired man, so that the red-haired man would attack him.

For example, taking his daughter away from the school called Kouiku under the guise of being a father.

"Hehe, it seems I don't need to introduce myself. As for the reason I came to Kouiku, well..." Amasawa Seizo looked at his daughter Amasawa Ichika for the first time.

"I heard from Ayanokoji's father that my daughter found a man, but it seems that he's just playing around."

"As a father, how can I not get involved?"

After a detailed conversation with Sakayanagi Narimori, Amasawa Seizo learned that Sakayanagi Narimori had not approved of Aoyama, but his daughter seemed determined to have no choice but to give in.

If he could persuade Aoyama to marry only his daughter, then Sakayanagi Narimori would be happy to see it.

"I don't think you're qualified to call yourself Ichika's father."

Even though he knew that Ayanokoji Atsuomi was plotting against him, Aoyama had no choice but to step into this open conspiracy.

He couldn't bring himself to feign politeness with the red-haired man before him.

Compared to Ayanokoji Atsuomi, this red-haired man was just as disgusting.

It's bad enough that they treated their daughter like an experiment and sent her to the White Room, but what's worse, they didn't visit her even once in over a decade.

"Well, even if you say that, the name on Ichika's guardianship is still my name, Amasawa Seizo."

"I can take this child away from that bad man anytime I want."

With a slightly mocking smile, Amasawa Seizo didn't take Aoyama's words to heart at all.

Perhaps Aoyama will achieve more in the future than him, but right now Aoyama is just a fledgling and has no strength to threaten him.

"From the moment you entered the room, your gaze didn't linger on Ichika for even three seconds."

"You look like a businessman, name your price."

Consider it money to buy your life.

Aoyama patted the back of Amasawa Ichika's small hand, which was tightly gripping his, and thought to himself.

Although he also harbored murderous intentions towards Amasawa Seizo, he would not kill him immediately within the next year.

The death of Ayanokoji Atsuomi not long after could be attributed to the same murderer as Tsukishiro, since Tsukishiro and Ayanokoji Atsuomi were close relatives.

But Amasawa Seizo is different.

One after another, people who had grudges against him died, and the first person he suspected was Sakayanagi Narimori.

Chapter 381 Ichika's Little Glutton

Name your price.

After hearing what the boy in front of him said, Amasawa Seizo scratched his head speechlessly and chuckled.

A mere child from a humble background dared to brazenly ask the president of this company, whose assets were worth hundreds of billions, to name his price.

Seriously, it's hilarious.

Just hearing this joke made the trip worthwhile.

"There's a limit to making people laugh, young man."

"Since you've made me so happy, I'll sell it to you for a billion."

Over the course of more than a decade, Amasawa Seizo's investment in White Room has been roughly the same amount, if not more.

He casually thought about it and then gave me 1 billion, an amount that an ordinary person couldn't earn even if they worked their whole life without spending any money.

"I'll give my share of the 1 billion in cash to this Amasawa Seizo, and we'll call it even."

"From this day forward, you shall no longer refer to yourself as Ichika's father."

Just kidding? Well, then I won't let you die so easily in the future.

Silently reciting to himself, Aoyama first looked at Sakayanagi Narimori, and then at Amasawa Seizo, who was wearing a mocking smile.

The pharmaceutical company that possesses the world's only prescription formula is no exaggeration to call it a money-devouring beast. His share was only converted into cash for one billion yen, which is a huge bargain for Sakayanagi Narimori.

"Senior?" Amasawa Ichika turned her head to look at Aoyama's face, her expression filled with surprise and emotion.

That's a billion, not the kind of amount you can win by buying lottery tickets for a few million or tens of millions.

"If you only offer 1 billion in cash, I'll be getting a huge advantage. How about this, consider it an interest-free loan to you, and it'll be deducted from your share of the profits later."

"It's just a few months' worth of supply."

Under the curious gaze of Amasawa Seizo, Sakayanagi Narimori without hesitation.

More than half a year has passed since the prescription was given to him, and the necessary pre-production experiments have been conducted. The tested efficacy of the medicine is indeed astonishing.

According to experts, the net profits from the monopoly are at least several billion.

"A billion in dividends over just a few months?" Amasawa Seizo's smile vanished.

Although his net worth is nearly 100 billion, due to the economic downturn, it's uncertain whether his net profit this year will even reach 2 billion.

When did an ordinary high school student become able to come up with so much money?

"We'll do as the Chairman says."

"I'll leave the aftermath to you."

Aoyama calmly answered Sakayanagi Narimori, Aoyama took Amasawa Ichika's hand and stood up to leave.

Anything that can be solved with money isn't a problem; he has countless ways to make money.

"Wait." Amasawa Seizo raised his hand, signaling the two to stop.

If what Sakayanagi Narimori said is true, then how many ways does Aoyama, which can so easily abandon two billion in annual profits, have to make money?

From this perspective, Aoyama is a highly sought-after property.

"Not waiting."

Holding Amasawa Ichika's hand, who was still in shock, Aoyama left the Chairman's Office directly.

Having lost his identity as Amasawa Ichika's father, Amasawa Seizo was no different from a stranger in his eyes, and there was no need for him to stay.

If he takes the money but doesn't do the job, his sword might still be effective.

"If you hadn't held my hand tightly, I would have punched that bastard Ichika ago."

As soon as they stepped out of the office, Aoyama put his arm around Amasawa Ichika and began to comfort her.

He wasn't exactly a typical straight man; before he came, he could tell that Amasawa Ichika had a slight expectation for the meeting.

However, judging from the outcome, Amasawa Ichika's biological father didn't see her at all; she was just like any other ordinary passerby.

To agree to sell her as an object without a second thought is undoubtedly the worst possible outcome.

"Carry me on your back, senior."

No longer seeing his so-called father, Amasawa Ichika, comforted, felt something welling up in his eyes.

Having a senior in my class is enough for me.

She wanted more physical contact and didn't want to be seen crying.

Amasawa Ichika stopped abruptly and spoke, his voice choked with emotion.

"Yes, yes, my Princess Ichika."

With a gentler expression, Aoyama released Amasawa Ichika and squatted in front of her.

Soon, a soft and fragrant body pressed tightly against his back without any gap.

Her slightly plump thighs, like her fair arms, tightly gripped his waist.

"You're all I have left, senior." Amasawa Ichika's voice was soft, seemingly concealing unease.

"I know."

With his hands supporting Amasawa Ichika on his back, Aoyama slowly got up and walked forward.

"I'm not very good at saying comforting words, but I can swear to God that I will never abandon Ichika under any circumstances, unless I die."

"You can't say unlucky things, senior." Amasawa Ichika quickly raised his hand and covered Aoyama's mouth. "I want a rich senior to support me for the rest of my life. I must die before him and see him cry."

They told me not to speak, but then they spoke anyway.

Will the future bring me to see myself cry?

"Let's put aside the double standards for now, Ichika, you really are a little devil."

"You actually want to see me cry?"

As punishment, Aoyama raised his hand and patted Amasawa Ichika's round little body.

He had forgotten how long it had been since he last shed a tear.

"However, I'd rather see the senior cry tears of joy."

"How about that? Doesn't this adorable junior say something incredibly touching? It's a huge plus!"

Aoyama chuckled and shook his head. "No, not a single point was added."

"How is this possible? Senior, is your scoring system broken?"

Pouting in dissatisfaction, Amasawa Ichika shifted restlessly, making Aoyama feel even more clearly the softness in Amasawa Ichika's private parts.

Amasawa Ichika, who was tiny when he enrolled, has now grown to the size of Kushida.

"Because—I've already reached my maximum score for Ichika; there's no room to add even one more point."

With a smile playing on her lips, Aoyama's sweet words flowed effortlessly.

Although Amasawa Ichika knew that Aoyama was a liar, he was still incredibly touched and couldn't help but leave a reward mark on Qingshan's cheek.

"We're home, Princess Ichika, please open the door."

Although it was still early, Aoyama did not choose to return to the Student Council, but instead took Amasawa Ichika directly back to his dormitory.

"Yes, Senior's precious princess is about to open the door."

Still hanging on Aoyama's body, Amasawa Ichika fumbled for the room key in his coat.

With a soft beep, the door lock, which had been fitted with more than a dozen room cards, was opened.

After Aoyama entered, Amasawa Ichika closed and locked the door, and the sound of the lock clicking clearly could be heard.

"Ichika Little Gluttony"

"You perverted senior."

"Since you say that about me, then I have no choice but to grant the little glutton's wish."

He squatted down with his back to the bed, letting the soft body behind Aoyama lie down on the bed.

He turned around and saw his cute junior lying flat on the bed, her beautiful golden eyes gazing at him with obvious dependence.

With great confidence, she began to unbutton her coat.

That's fine.

Amasawa Ichika's clothes were disheveled and half-undone, Aoyama grabbed her hand and pressed her up onto the bed.

Then, he bent down.

Chapter 382 Gentle Shiraishi

Aoyama and Amasawa Ichika's chaotic and hectic life lasted only two days.

The day after tomorrow, December 3rd, Mashima walked into the classroom before the morning classes started. Usually, this was to announce the arrival of the Special Exam, but today was different.

School trip.

When Mashima uttered this exciting term, cheers erupted in the classroom.

It seemed that other classes were also talking about this, and soon the same voices could be heard.

"Kyoto, it's Kyoto, right, Mashima- sensei?" Nishikawa Ryoko asked excitedly.