I'm a Pervert

After they sat in silence for several minutes, Horikita Manabu spoke.

"You must have a better way to put it. Something like, 'Give me a million points, and I'll help Suzune grow.'"

"I'm sure you know that would make me dislike you a lot less."

How perceptive. The most outstanding Student Council President Kouiku had ever seen.

Aoyama couldn't help admiring how Horikita Manabu had kept his anger in check and noticed the flaws in his threat.

Even so, he'd never guess that the system was the reason Aoyama had made such an unreasonable demand.

"Maybe I just like playing the villain?"

Faced with Horikita Manabu's probing gaze, Aoyama could only brush him off with an expressionless reply.

His obvious resistance soon convinced Horikita Manabu to give up on asking more questions.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Horikita Manabu stood up from the bench. "Now that you've taken my personal points, I've got a reason to fight back if you go too far."

"Understood. I have no intention of completely offending you, President."

Watching Horikita Manabu walk away, Aoyama couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Honestly, Horikita Manabu would've made a very reliable friend. But Aoyama had already cut off that possibility.

He'd figured that if a younger sister made a mistake, her older brother should pay for it.

The blackmail attempt tonight had been entirely on a whim.

Come on, give me another gold pull, System Grandpa.

He quickly returned to his dorm and sat down at his desk. The first thing Aoyama did was open the system interface.

Between selling Student Council positions, tributes from Karuizawa, Hirata, and the others in Class D, and the million points Horikita Manabu had just transferred to him, he now had 1.75 million in black money.

That was enough for seventeen draws.

Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, Aoyama murmured a prayer to System Grandpa and tapped the ten-pull button.

The familiar mist appeared again. Ten beautifully crafted cards gradually lit up and flipped over.

White, white, white, white... blue, white, purple.

"Holy crap! What the hell is this? What a rip-off!"

Aoyama was instantly devastated. He'd hit pity on the ten-pull and gotten only one purple card, with just one blue card as well.

He was the unluckiest of the unlucky.

[ V ermouth's Voice Mimicry: One of the skills possessed by Vermouth, a code-name holder in the Black Organization. Allows her to perfectly imitate any voice she has heard.]

Aoyama immediately looked at the lone purple card.

Vermouth, huh? Why was it another ability belonging to someone from the Black Organization? Was he destined to have a connection with them?

Still, Voice Mimicry was a decent reward for a purple card. At least it was much better than that Standard APTX4869 from his first draw.

Aoyama rubbed his chin. He suspected that without the tiny chance of rejuvenation, that thing wouldn't have counted as a purple-card reward at all.

[Stun-Gun Wristwatch: Made by Professor Agasa. A wristwatch capable of firing an anesthetic dart. Can only shoot once per use. Everyone hit by it says it's great.]

This was pretty good. A lot better than that Desert Eagle that made people fall in love after firing a single shot.

The white-card rewards were nothing but filler like Stamina Potions, but the one blue card had given Aoyama something useful.

The only question was, would it be okay to use this on students? Did anyone know the answer?

After claiming the watch and putting it on, Aoyama opened the sight and practiced aiming with it.

He had only three spare darts, and without any anesthetic to refill them, he could only enjoy practicing his aim. Wasting a shot just to try it out was out of the question.

When he actually needed to use it, if the situation allowed, he'd transform into Nanny Rong and jab the target by hand.

It was better to conserve something that could only be used a limited number of times.

This draw had been unbelievably unlucky, but that was fine too.

Once the novelty wore off, Aoyama took the watch off and set it on his desk.

There were still some things about the system's black money he hadn't figured out.

Since this draw had gone so badly, he could finally run the experiment he'd thought of before. He wouldn't mind losing the money.

Chapter 45: I'm a Pervert

The full intelligence fees from Classes B and C, the fee for Ichinose's help, and the monthly allowance from the school—all told, Aoyama Shiki had received several million personal points.

After subtracting the cost of buying the right not to wear his uniform and his other expenses, he still had around 2.5 million points sitting in his personal account.

The million he'd spent on this ten-pull and the hundred thousand from his first ten-pull still showed up there.

He just hadn't tested whether he could use them.

Since this draw had gone so badly, he had no reason to worry about the consequences.

The next day.

After having dinner at Horikita Suzune's place and resting for a while, Aoyama headed out and went straight to Yamamura's dorm room.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Tap-tap-tap-tap—!"

He'd barely tapped on the door when he heard someone hurrying around inside. Less than three seconds later, the door opened.

Yamamura appeared, her small, adorable face wearing a slightly flustered expression.

"You didn't have to rush," Aoyama said, patting her head tenderly.

He'd decided without much hesitation the previous night that Yamamura—the obedient, good-natured girl—would be his test subject.

After changing into a fresh pair of indoor shoes, Aoyama stepped into the room, which was filled with a faint fragrance.

A pale pink quilt embroidered with flowers, a tiny succulent on the cabinet, and the doll she'd won at the arcade last time.

Unlike its owner, who didn't do much to dress up like a girl, the room was full of cute things that belonged to one.

"Go ahead and sit down."

Aoyama took the cup of warm water Yamamura offered him, took a sip, and set it on the desk.

When Yamamura obediently sat on the edge of the bed, he rolled the wheeled chair over from the desk and sat down in front of her.

"That outfit suits you. It's cute." Aoyama carefully looked Yamamura over as she gazed at him shyly.

At his request, she was wearing a light blue sleeveless maxi dress.

The square neckline revealed her snow-white neck and collarbones. The fitted waist was outlined by a slender ribbon, while the tiered skirt ended in a ruffled hem.

Together with her shy, rosy face, the outfit gave her a sweet, fresh look.

"Thank you... You just have a good eye, Aoyama. You picked something really pretty."

"Next time, I'll get you a maid outfit. I think that would suit you too."

"Huh?!"

Seeing Yamamura freeze up adorably, Aoyama chuckled.

He figured that if there were a crack in the floor, Yamamura would probably crawl right into it.

"There's something I need to verify, so I sent you some personal points."

Aoyama opened his Personal Terminal, entered Yamamura's account details in the transfer field, and sent her 760,000 personal points.

The number on the screen soon began climbing rapidly. At the end, it showed 1.85 million—the total amount of black money he'd ever possessed.

Since it wasn't black money, he had no intention of asking for the 760,000 back after giving it to her.

"Ah, 760,000!"

At first, Yamamura hadn't reacted much when she heard what Aoyama said. She'd already received 500,000 from him last time, so she was somewhat used to getting money from him.

Besides, Aoyama had said he was sending her just a little, so she hadn't thought much of it.

But when she opened her phone and saw the extra digits in her balance, she froze.

"No, I can't accept this," Yamamura said anxiously.

"It's necessary for an experiment."

Aoyama caught Yamamura's hand as she tried to return the points.

It was tiny, cool to the touch, and soft.

"Then I'll give it back after the experiment?"

"That would make my experiment fail. This 760,000 is completely yours now." Boldly, Aoyama ran his free hand over Yamamura's cheek.

If the system still counted the 760,000 as his after he'd given it away, the experiment he was about to run might be pointless.

He knew that, unlike the 500,000 Kamuro had spent, Yamamura would find this 760,000 difficult to accept.

Sometimes, giving money away was hard too.

"Come on, be good and listen."

"But I—"

Even though Aoyama's intimate gestures had left her thoroughly flustered, Yamamura still intended to refuse a gift she hadn't earned.

"Consider it payment for buying three years of your time at this school, even if it's not quite enough." His thumb slid close to her tightly pursed lips, cutting off Yamamura as she tried to refuse again. "If you don't agree soon, I might just do something reckless."

Taking advantage of the fact that Yamamura wouldn't resist him, he acted rather brazenly.

His other hand came to rest on the back of her tender, pale hand.

In the end, Yamamura's body went stiff as a block of ice. Dazed, she could only nod woodenly.

"I'll keep making good use of you from now on, so just keep it." Aoyama withdrew his hands and gave her a gentle reassurance before picking up his phone again.

After his first draw, the black money he had on hand had been far less than his personal points.

So when he noticed that his personal points hadn't changed after the draw, he hadn't immediately checked whether he could still use that 100,000. The test required that the amount of personal points he had match his total black money.

If he hadn't recently been spending money like water—over 1.5 million in just one week—he wouldn't have thought of running this experiment.

[Make a better lunch for me at noon. When I don't feel like eating in the cafeteria, I'll take yours.]

After texting Horikita Suzune, Aoyama entered 10,000 in the transfer screen and tapped Send.

He was returning the favor. Horikita Manabu had just given him a million yesterday, so he should at least do something to improve Horikita Suzune's meals.

Would the number change or not?

Without much hesitation, Aoyama opened the System Panel.

As usual, excluding the 500 he'd conned out of a kid back in middle school, the amount on the System Panel was still exactly 750,000.

Adding the 1.1 million he'd used on draws, that was 10,000 more than the amount shown on his Personal Terminal.

Looks like he didn't need to worry about prizes being taken back when his funds hit zero.

There was no need to run the follow-up experiment on what happened when his black money decreased either.

Feeling pleased, Aoyama put a hand on Yamamura's head, then stroked her exceptionally smooth side ponytail.

"Why are you so nice to me, Aoyama?"

Just when Aoyama thought Yamamura would lower her head shyly and let him do as he pleased, as usual, she clasped the hand he'd placed on his knee between both of hers.

The back of her pale hand stood out with tiny veins. She seemed determined to get an answer and was holding on with all her strength.

"There are lots of reasons." After a brief silence, Aoyama answered seriously.

It would be too cruel to brush off Yamamura when she was trying so hard.

"You listen to me and carry out my unreasonable requests."

"When people gossip about me, you look worried."

"You're so trustworthy that I have to threaten you before you'll accept money. I never have to worry about you betraying me."

"You're cute, and you're even cuter when you're shy. I also love the way it feels to pat your head."

"And most importantly..."

"I'm a pervert."