Classroom of the Elite, I Also Want to Be a Good Person

After several minutes of silence between them, Horikita Manabu spoke up.

"You should have a better way of putting it, such as 'give me one million points, and I will help Suzune grow,' or something similar."

"I am certain you know that doing so would have significantly reduced my resentment."

He was sharp indeed; the most outstanding Student Council President in the history of Kouiku.

Seeing Horikita Manabu remain unmoved by anger and capable of identifying the irrationality within his threats, Aoyama couldn't help but admire him.

However, even if he could spot the irrationality, he would never guess that Aoyama was constrained by the system.

"Perhaps I just enjoy playing the villain?"

Facing Horikita Manabu's probing gaze, Aoyama could only offer a deadpan excuse.

This obvious resistance quickly made Horikita Manabu abandon his intention to press further.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Horikita Manabu stood up from the bench, "Now that you've accepted my private points, I have a reason to retaliate if you act recklessly."

"Understood. I have no intention of making an enemy of the President."

Watching Horikita Manabu's retreating figure, Aoyama felt a twinge of regret.

Honestly, Horikita Manabu would have been a very reliable friend, but he had already severed that possibility.

He had the mindset of a brother paying the price for his sister's mistakes.

Tonight's meeting and extortion were entirely the result of a whim.

Give me another golden draw, System-sama.

Returning quickly to his dormitory, Aoyama sat at his desk and immediately opened the system interface.

Between selling Student Council positions, the tributes from Karuizawa, Hirata, and others in Class D, plus the one million points Horikita Manabu had just transferred, his current stash of black money had reached 1.75 million.

Converted into draw attempts, that meant seventeen chances.

Rubbing his hands in anticipation, Aoyama muttered a prayer to System-sama and clicked the ten-pull button.

The familiar mist appeared once more, and ten exquisite cards gradually revealed their glow before flipping over.

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

"What the hell! This is such a scam!"

Aoyama's composure shattered instantly; the ten-pull only hit the pity threshold with a single purple card, and there was only one blue card as well.

He was truly the unluckiest of the unlucky.

[Vermouth's Voice-Changing Technique: One of the skills of the Black Organization member codenamed Vermouth, capable of perfectly mimicking any voice heard.]

Aoyama immediately focused on the only purple card.

Vermouth, huh? Why was it another ability from a member of the Black Organization? Was he destined to be linked with them?

Still, as a purple card reward, the voice-changing technique was decent enough—at least much better than that Standard APTX4869 from the first time.

Aoyama rubbed his chin, suspecting that if not for the faint possibility of rejuvenation, that first item wouldn't have even counted as a purple reward.

[Stun-Gun Wristwatch: Created by Professor Agasa, a wristwatch capable of firing a tranquilizer needle. It can only fire one shot at a time, and everyone who has been hit by it says it's great.]

This was good, much better than that Desert Eagle that supposedly made people fall in love with you after one shot.

The white card rewards were just filler like Stamina Potion, but the only blue card had at least given Aoyama something useful.

The only problem was, would it be okay to shoot this at a student? Was there any customer service to ask about this!

Extracting the watch and putting it on his wrist, Aoyama opened the sight and practiced aiming.

Since there were only three spare needles provided, and he had no way to replenish the tranquilizer, he could only satisfy his urge to aim; wasting a chance for no reason was out of the question.

When the time actually came to use it, if the situation allowed, he would simply channel his inner Rong Momo and just jab them manually.

Items that disappeared after one use were better off being saved.

This draw was truly abysmal, but perhaps that was for the best.

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

There were still aspects of the system's black money that he hadn't fully grasped.

Since this draw had been so unlucky, he could finally conduct the experiment he had planned; he wouldn't feel bad about losing points now.

Chapter 45: I am a lecher

Between the full intelligence fees from Class B and Class C, the consultation fees from Ichinose, and the monthly allowance from the school, the total amount of private points Aoyama Shiki had received was already in the millions.

After deducting the costs for the right to not wear a school uniform and his own personal expenses, his account still showed a balance of around 2.5 million.

The one million from this ten-pull and the one hundred thousand from the first ten-pull still showed as existing.

Aoyama just hadn't tested whether they could actually be used yet.

Since this draw had been such a bust, he no longer had any reservations.

The next day.

After having dinner at Horikita Suzune's place and resting for a while, Aoyama left and headed straight to the door of Yamamura's dormitory room.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Tap-tap-tap-tap--!"

Just a few light knocks on the door, and the sound of someone walking quickly echoed from within. In less than three seconds, the door swung open.

With a somewhat flustered expression, Yamamura's small, cute face appeared.

"There's no need to be in such a rush." Feeling a touch of pity, Aoyama patted her head.

Last night, without much hesitation, he had decided on Yamamura as the test subject—this obedient and well-behaved girl.

Changing into a fresh pair of indoor slippers, Aoyama walked into the room, which was filled with a faint, pleasant fragrance.

A pale pink quilt embroidered with patterns, tiny succulents placed on the wall cabinet, and the plush toy won from the arcade last time.

Unlike its owner, who didn't dress in a particularly girlish way, her room was filled with many cute items belonging to a girl.

"Sit down first."

Taking the glass of warm water Yamamura handed him, Aoyama took a sip and set it on the desk.

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

"The dress suits you very well. It's very cute." Meeting Yamamura's shy gaze, Aoyama looked her over carefully.

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

The square neckline of the long dress exposed her snow-white neck and collarbones. With its cinched-waist design, a slender ribbon perfectly outlined her slim waist, while the skirt was a tiered style finished with ruffles.

Combined with her shy, rosy face, the overall look gave off a sweet and fresh impression.

"Thank you... it's all thanks to Aoyama's good taste. You bought something very pretty."

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

"Eh?!"

Watching Yamamura's cute, frozen expression, Aoyama laughed happily.

He felt that if there were a crack in the floor, Yamamura might just crawl right into it.

"I have something I need to verify, so I sent you some Personal Terminal points."

Opening his Personal Terminal, Aoyama entered Yamamura's account in the transfer section and sent over 760,000 points directly.

Soon, the numbers on his phone screen began to jump rapidly, finally settling at 1.85 million—the total amount of black money he had ever possessed.

Because this 760,000 wasn't black money, he had no intention of taking it back once he sent it.

"Ah, 760,000!!"

At first, Yamamura hadn't reacted much to Aoyama's words; she had already received 500,000 from him last time and had developed a bit of a tolerance to receiving money.

Moreover, Aoyama had only said he was sending "a little," so she hadn't paid much attention.

It wasn't until she opened her own phone and saw the digits that had increased by another place value that she was left stunned.

"No, I can't take this," Yamamura said urgently.

"This is for the sake of the experiment."

Aoyama grabbed the hand Yamamura was using to try and return the points.

She was so small, and her skin felt cool and soft to the touch.

"Then can I return it after the experiment?"

"That would cause my experiment to fail. This 760,000 already belongs entirely to you." Boldly, Aoyama used his free hand to stroke Yamamura's cheek.

If the system still judged this 760,000 as his after sending it, then the experiment he was about to conduct might be for nothing.

He knew that unlike the 500,000 spent by Kamuro, this 760,000 wasn't so easy for Yamamura to accept.

Sometimes, giving away money is a difficult task in itself.

"Be good, listen to me."

"But, I don't---"

Even though she was shaken by Aoyama's intimate actions, Yamamura still intended to refuse a reward she hadn't earned.

"Just consider it payment for buying out three years of your school life, though it's not quite enough." As his thumb slid near her pursed, pink lips, Aoyama cut off her attempt to push it away. "If you don't nod and agree, I'm going to start acting recklessly."

Relying on the fact that Yamamura wouldn't resist him, his actions were somewhat unscrupulous.

His other hand also rested on the back of her tender, white hand.

In the end, Yamamura, whose body had stiffened like an icicle, could only nod blankly with a wooden expression.

"I'll keep putting you to good use in the future, so just hold onto it." Withdrawing his hands, Aoyama offered a gentle word of comfort before picking up his phone again.

After the first draw, the amount of black money in his possession was far less than his Personal Terminal points.

Therefore, upon discovering that his Personal Terminal points remained unchanged after the draw, he hadn't immediately verified whether the 100,000 could still be used; after all, the premise of the verification was that his Personal Terminal points equaled his total black money.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been spending money like water lately—over 1.5 million in a single week—he wouldn't have even considered this experiment.

[Make a better lunch bento; whenever I don't feel like eating at the cafeteria, it belongs to me.]

After sending the text message to Horikita Suzune, Aoyama entered an amount of ten thousand on the transfer screen and tapped send.

One good turn deserves another; since Horikita Manabu had just dropped a million gold coins on him yesterday, he felt he had to show some appreciation and help Horikita Suzune improve her diet.

Should he change it or not?

Without too much hesitation, Aoyama opened his System Panel.

Excluding the five hundred he'd swindled from middle schoolers as usual, the amount on the System Panel was exactly seven hundred and fifty thousand.

Including the one million one hundred thousand used for the lucky draw, it was ten thousand more than what was displayed on his Personal Terminal.

It seemed there was no need to worry about the prizes he'd drawn being reclaimed if his funds hit zero.

There was no need to continue the follow-up experiment on whether the black money would decrease either.

Feeling somewhat pleased, Aoyama placed his hand on Yamamura's head and patted it, then stroked her incredibly soft side ponytail.

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

Just when Aoyama thought Yamamura would shyly lower her head and let him fuss over her as usual, she wrapped both her hands around the hand he had resting on his knee.

As if determined to get an answer, the delicate veins on the back of her pale, slender hands stood out, showing she was using a great deal of strength.

"There are many reasons." After a moment of silence, Aoyama spoke earnestly.

It would be too difficult to fob off a Yamamura who was trying this hard.

"You follow my instructions and complete my unreasonable requests."

"When people gossip about me, you show a worried expression."

"You have to be threatened before you'll even accept money, making you extremely trustworthy; I don't have to worry about betrayal at all."

"You're very cute, and even cuter when you're shy; the feeling of patting your head is also great."

"And most importantly,"

"I'm a lecher."