Suzuki Toru mused, "If you don't want that, we can make a different deal. You can call me Master, and I'll help you become the uncrowned king of this school."
"Who would want that? How boring. I'm going back."
Kamuro Masumi glared at him. She couldn't understand what he was thinking at all.
After dropping that remark, Kamuro Masumi turned and left, unwilling to keep listening to his nonsense.
Suzuki Toru didn't feel disappointed.
The more Kamuro Masumi disliked him, the better.
Because if he got the chance, Suzuki Toru wouldn't mind granting another similar wish.
[I want to see Kamuro Masumi lift her skirt with a look of disgust on her face, revealing her maidenly innocence in humiliation.]
No matter how many times he saw them, these wishes were as twisted as ever—if anything, even more so than in his previous world.
That said, his next task was to sort through these wishes gradually and pick out the ones he could fulfill for now.
Suzuki Toru glanced at a few boys who were about to leave. One of them, a boy with an expressionless face, stood out.
At the same time, a wish drifted past his eyes.
[Make Ayanokoji wear women's clothes!]
It was as twisted as ever, but first, he had to focus his efforts on the Student Council.
Chapter Eight: Miyabi Nagumo
After several days of classes, a rare day off finally arrived.
Ichinose Honami hesitated for a moment, her heart uneasy, but in the end she knocked on the door of the Student Council Office.
"Come in."
A gentle voice came from inside the office, as if its owner had been waiting for some time.
She pushed open the door. Inside, everything was neat and tidy. Bright sunlight streamed through the window and fell softly at Ichinose Honami's feet. She saw a man seated behind the desk.
He wasn't the Student Council President.
"You're Ichinose Honami from Class 1-B, right?" The man smiled. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Miyabi Nagumo from Class 2-A, and I'm also the Vice President of the Student Council. Please, have a seat."
"Thank you." Ichinose Honami sat down stiffly in front of him. She was clearly very nervous.
It wasn't because she was shy or afraid of the man.
It was only that, after being rejected by Horikita Manabu when she had tried to join the Student Council yesterday, returning here left her feeling uneasy and confused.
"I'm sorry for asking you to come by at such short notice. You're the first new student to apply to join the Student Council, so I was curious." Miyabi Nagumo smiled. Combined with his fresh, handsome looks, his smile would usually attract quite a few girls' attention.
But perhaps because she was so nervous, Ichinose Honami didn't notice.
"Was there something specific you wanted to discuss?"
Miyabi Nagumo appraised the girl. Her face was nearly flawless, and her smooth hair fell from her shoulders to her slender waist. She sat very straight, which only emphasized her full chest.
The girl kept her legs together. Black stockings hugged her slender calves, revealing glimpses of tender, fair skin. Beneath her skirt, her snow-white thighs were slightly plump.
He was pleased. Even though he had seen countless beauties, he couldn't help feeling a stir of desire at the sight of her.
Having such a personal possession at his side would surely make life more enjoyable.
"What did the Student Council President say to you?"
"He said it wasn't the right time yet..." Ichinose Honami answered, sounding a little dejected.
The corner of Miyabi Nagumo's mouth lifted into a smile. Just as he'd expected, Horikita Manabu wouldn't allow any new students to join the Student Council at this stage.
Horikita Manabu was about to step down. Next semester, Miyabi Nagumo would become Student Council President, and the entire Student Council would be his to command.
At this point, the first-years couldn't stand against him. They could either run away in disgrace or join him.
So when he heard that a new student had knocked on the Student Council Office door, he'd immediately taken an interest.
Especially after seeing how attractive the new student was. Miyabi Nagumo had felt a long-dormant urge stir within him, and he'd promptly told her to come by today.
"I heard you were on the Student Council in middle school—and even served as its president?" Miyabi Nagumo said unhurriedly.
"Yes, so I'd like to join the Student Council here, too." As she spoke, Ichinose Honami's gaze darted aside, avoiding his eyes.
"I heard from your homeroom teacher, Hoshinomiya-sensei, that you also did exceptionally well on the entrance exam." Miyabi Nagumo had clearly done some research beforehand. "Honestly, you're an outstanding talent."
"But... President Horikita didn't approve my application." Ichinose Honami managed a weak smile. Thinking again of yesterday's interview, she felt a deep, indescribable shame.
"President Horikita is a strict person. I suspect he put your application on hold because you weren't assigned to Class A." Miyabi Nagumo began to lead her on.
"Huh? Because I'm not in Class A?"
"That's right. At this school, only Class A has the best students. You must have picked up some information over the past few days, haven't you?"
Hearing that, Ichinose Honami recalled her recent experiences. On the day of enrollment, she had asked her homeroom teacher, "What are Class Points?" only to receive a jokingly dismissive answer. In the days since, she had also heard bits and pieces from upperclassmen.
They had spoken especially contemptuously about Class C and Class D, as if they were looking at garbage.
"So only students in Class A can join the Student Council?" A hint of bitterness entered Ichinose Honami's voice.
Miyabi Nagumo noticed her expression, and his smile grew broader.
It was the first month of the new students' enrollment. The school had already issued the upperclassmen a ban on revealing information about it.
There was also a camera on the ceiling.
But none of that could affect him. As long as he spent enough points to get the school to turn off the cameras for this period, no one would know what he had done here.
"When we first enrolled, the school had already divided us into different classes based on our abilities. The best students would be in Class A, while the rest could only be placed in the other three classes. That was simply a fact."
He laid out a cruel truth, and Ichinose Honami's smile gradually disappeared.
"Ichinose, I used to be in Class B, just like you. Back then, I also submitted an application to the Student Council." Miyabi Nagumo smiled, then shifted the subject. "But the Student Council President at the time wasn't Horikita-senpai. It was a third-year student from last year. He was the Vice President, and he was the only one who opposed my joining from beginning to end."
At first, Ichinose Honami was surprised, but the more she heard, the more disheartened she became.
Miyabi Nagumo suppressed his feelings and continued, "There's one more thing. I knew my abilities were no worse than those of the people in Class A, so I told the Student Council everything about myself without hiding anything—both my strengths and the reasons the school might have assigned me to Class B."
"You told them everything without hiding anything?" Ichinose Honami asked, confused. "The reasons the school assigned you to Class B... What was your reason, Nagumo-senpai?"
"The question is what you're going to decide, Ichinose—not what I'm going to tell you." Miyabi Nagumo smiled as he quietly prepared to record her beneath the desk.
Ichinose Honami fell silent.
"Think carefully. Normally, given your abilities, you'd probably be a Class A student. So why did the school place you in Class B?" Miyabi Nagumo continued to tempt the naive girl. At this point, she knew a little about the school, but not enough; that made it easier to lead her into a trap. "I imagine there must be a reason. As Vice President of the Student Council, I can make an exception and let you join—as long as you show me you have the ability."
Ichinose Honami looked conflicted.
"You want me to tell you here?"
"That's right. Don't worry, of course I won't tell anyone. Your secret will stay between the two of us."
It seemed she had made up her mind. Beneath Miyabi Nagumo's smile, Ichinose Honami finally spoke.
"I... I'm a criminal."
The girl had once lost someone's trust. Now, wanting to earn the trust of others again, she could only choose to trust Miyabi Nagumo.
Chapter Nine: You Don't Want Everyone to Find Out, Do You?
Alone with Miyabi Nagumo in the Student Council Office, Ichinose Honami slowly told him everything.
"My family is a single-parent household. It's just me, my mother, and my little sister, who's two years younger than me. Even though we weren't well-off, I thought we were happy as we were."
"We couldn't afford high school tuition, so I studied as hard as I could, hoping to earn a full scholarship. I even became the top student in the entire grade in my third year of middle school... But then my mother suddenly fell ill because she was overworked."
"My sister's birthday was coming up. She'd never asked Mom or me for a birthday present. Even when she was in her first year of middle school, when she could have asked us for more, she kept holding back."
"But at last, there was something she wanted to buy for the first time: a hair clip that had been popular the year before... I still remember Mom apologizing from her hospital bed, and my sister crying. I couldn't bring myself to blame her."
Her expression twisted with pain as she spoke.
"So after school on her birthday, I went to the store... Lots of people in this world do bad things anyway. A hair clip that cost more than ten thousand yen wasn't such a big deal... We'd been putting up with everything for so long. I shouldn't have had to be blamed..."
Miyabi Nagumo's lips curled. What an easy woman to deceive. But that made things all the better.
"So you shoplifted?"
"Yes. I stole the hair clip my sister wanted." Ichinose Honami smiled self-deprecatingly. "No matter how good the reason, a crime is still a crime. It's a sin that can never be erased, no matter how much I repent."
Miyabi Nagumo almost burst out laughing, but had to force himself to hold it in. "I see. That is certainly something to consider carefully."
Ichinose Honami lowered her eyes. To her, those words sounded like a death sentence.
"It would be hard to get Horikita-senpai to accept this reason, but it's not a particularly difficult issue for me." Miyabi Nagumo lowered his voice. "In return for your honesty, I'll let you join the Student Council."
"Can someone like me really do that?" Ichinose Honami asked in disbelief. After all, she was a sinner.
"Of course. You're an excellent student, after all." Miyabi Nagumo licked his lips unconsciously. A pretty vase with such aesthetic value belonged by his side, where he could dote on it whenever he liked.
"Thank you, Nagumo-senpai!" Ichinose Honami stood and bowed deeply to him. Tears nearly welled in her eyes. Everyone at this school really was so kind.
Miyabi Nagumo's eyes gleamed. How should he use this girl?
According to the information he had gathered so far, Ichinose Honami had ranked first on the entrance exam and possessed exceptional academic ability.
There was no doubt she was the central figure in Class 1-B. She was the class leader, and her classmates had welcomed her on the first day.
Whether in her ability to get along with people or in her own talents, Ichinose Honami was an excellent student.
But to Miyabi Nagumo, none of that mattered. What mattered was that Ichinose Honami was a pretty vase.
Why not collect a little interest first and make her his girlfriend?
Unfortunately, before he could think it through, someone pushed open the office door again.
"Tch. So you can get into the Student Council through the back door?"
At the sound of the voice, Miyabi Nagumo's expression changed. He abruptly turned toward the doorway.
A boy appeared before him. His expression was calm, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand.
Miyabi Nagumo said coldly, "What's your name? Don't you know this is the Student Council Office? How dare you barge in without my permission?"
"Class 1-A. Suzuki Toru."
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