Classroom of the Elite, I Only Want Your Rewards

Suzuki Toru pondered, "If you don't like that, we can change the terms. You can call me Master, and I will help you become the uncrowned king of this school."

"Who would want something like that? Boring. I'm going back."

Kamuro Masumi glared at him fiercely, completely unable to understand what he was thinking.

Having dropped those words, Kamuro Masumi turned and walked away, not wanting to continue this nonsense with him.

Suzuki Toru, however, did not feel any sense of disappointment regarding this.

The more Kamuro Masumi showed her disdain, the better it actually was.

Because if the opportunity arose, Suzuki Toru wouldn't mind fulfilling another similar wish.

[I want to see Kamuro Masumi make a disgusted face while lifting her skirt, shamefully revealing the purity of a young girl.]

No matter how many times he saw them, these wishes were truly perverted, even more so than in the previous world.

Even so, the next task was to slowly organize these wishes and pick out the ones that could be completed for the time being.

Suzuki Toru couldn't help but glance at a few boys who were planning to leave the area; among them, one expressionless boy was particularly eye-catching.

At the same time, a wish drifted past his eyes.

[Make Ayanokoji wear women's clothing!]

Truly perverted, but before that, he had to focus his energy on the Student Council.

Chapter 8: Nagumo Miyabi

After several days of classes, a rare day off had finally arrived.

Ichinose Honami hesitated for a moment, and with a heart full of trepidation, she finally knocked on the door of the Student Council office.

"Please, come in."

A gentle voice came from inside the office, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

First, she pushed open the door, and a neat and clean environment came into view. Then, bright light streamed through the windows, falling gently at Ichinose Honami's feet, and she saw a man sitting behind the desk.

The person was not the Student Council President.

"You are Ichinose Honami from Class 1-B, right?" The man smiled. "Nice to meet you. I am Nagumo Miyabi from Class 2-A, and I am also the Vice President of the Student Council. Please, have a seat."

"Thank you." Ichinose Honami sat down in front of him somewhat stiffly; it was clear she was very nervous.

This wasn't because she had stage fright, nor was it because she was afraid of this man.

It was just that, remembering how she had wanted to join the Student Council yesterday only to be rejected by Horikita Manabu, she couldn't help but feel uneasy and confused now that she was back here again.

"I'm sorry for calling you over so suddenly at this time, but since you are the first freshman to apply to join the Student Council, I was a bit curious." Nagumo Miyabi wore a smile, which, paired with his fresh and handsome appearance, usually attracted the attention of many girls.

However, perhaps due to being too nervous, Ichinose Honami didn't notice this.

"Is there something specific you need?"

Nagumo Miyabi examined the girl's appearance: a nearly flawless face, with soft long hair hanging down from her shoulders to her slender waist. She sat very straight, which only served to highlight her chest, which was exceptionally full.

The girl kept her legs together, and black stockings wrapped around her slender calves, through which one could vaguely see her delicate, fair skin. Beneath the hem of her skirt, the snow-white skin of her thighs was exposed, carrying a slight touch of softness.

He was very satisfied. Even someone like him, who had seen many beauties, couldn't help but feel a stir of excitement when faced with a girl like this.

If such a personal possession were placed by his side, surely the life ahead would feel quite pleasant.

"What did the Student Council President say to you?"

"He said that now is not the time..." Ichinose Honami replied with some frustration.

The corners of Nagumo Miyabi's mouth curled into a slight smile. As expected, Horikita Manabu would not allow any freshmen to join the Student Council at this stage.

Because Horikita Manabu was about to step down, and by the next semester, the Student Council presidency would be his, and the entire Student Council would become his to command.

At this point in time, the freshmen couldn't compete with him at all; they would either have to flee in disgrace or join him.

Thus, when he heard that a freshman had knocked on the Student Council office door, he immediately became interested.

Especially upon seeing this freshman's appearance, Nagumo Miyabi felt a long-absent stir of desire, so he immediately notified her to come over today.

"I heard that you were in the Student Council back in middle school, and you were even the Student Council President?" Nagumo Miyabi said unhurriedly.

"Yes, that's why I want to join the Student Council here as well." As she spoke, Ichinose Honami's gaze flickered away, avoiding his eyes.

"I heard from your homeroom teacher, Hoshinomiya-sensei, that your entrance exam scores were also quite outstanding." Nagumo Miyabi had clearly done some research in advance. "To be honest, you are a remarkably talented individual."

"But... President Horikita did not approve my application." Ichinose Honami managed a forced smile. She thought back to yesterday's interview and felt a deep, indescribable sense of shame.

"President Horikita is a very strict person. I'm afraid he only shelved your application because you weren't assigned to Class A," Nagumo Miyabi began to lead her on.

"Eh, because I'm not in Class A?"

"That's right. In this school, only Class A consists of the most excellent students. You should have been able to gather some information about that over the past few days, right?"

Hearing this, Ichinose Honami recalled her recent experiences: asking her homeroom teacher about "Class Points" on the day of enrollment only to be met with a joking, evasive answer, as well as the fragments of conversation she had overheard from upperclassmen over the past few days.

Especially the disdain directed toward Class C and Class D, as if they were looking at trash.

"So, to join the Student Council, one must be a student of Class A?" Ichinose Honami's voice carried a hint of bitterness.

Nagumo Miyabi noticed her expression, and the smile on his face grew even more intense.

It was the first month of the new school year, and the school had issued a strict injunction to the upperclassmen beforehand, forbidding them from leaking any information regarding the school.

At this moment, there was still a surveillance camera on the ceiling.

However, these things could not affect him in the slightest; as long as he spent some points to have the school turn off the monitoring for this period, no one would ever know what he had done here.

"When we first enrolled, the school had actually already divided us into different classes based on our aptitude. Excellent students would be placed in Class A, while the rest could only stay in the other three classes. This is an immutable fact."

He spoke a cruel truth, and the smile on Ichinose Honami's face gradually faded.

"Ichinose, I was actually a student in Class B just like you once, and I also submitted an application to the student council back then." Nagumo Miyabi smiled slightly, then changed his tone, "But the student council president at that time wasn't Horikita-senpai, but a third-year student from last year. He was the vice president, and he was the only one who opposed my joining the student council from beginning to end."

At first, Ichinose Honami was somewhat surprised, but as she listened further, her expression grew increasingly dim.

Nagumo Miyabi suppressed his inner emotions and continued, "There is one more thing. I knew my talent was no worse than those guys in Class A, so I confessed everything about myself to the student council without reservation—both my strengths and the reasons that might have led the school to place me in Class B."

"Confessed everything without reservation?" Ichinose Honami felt puzzled, "The reason the school placed you in Class B... what was your reason, Nagumo-senpai?"

"It is up to you to decide now, not for me to answer you, Ichinose." A smile appeared on Nagumo Miyabi's face, while he quietly prepared a recording device under the desk.

Ichinose Honami fell into silence.

"Please think carefully. Generally speaking, with your talent, you should mostly be a Class A student. Why would the school place you in Class B?" Nagumo Miyabi continued to beguile the ignorant girl. At this point in time, she would only know a little information and not much content, making it all the easier for her to fall into the trap. "I think there must be some reason for it. As the vice president of the student council, as long as you can make me acknowledge that you have the corresponding ability, I can make an exception and let you join the student council."

Ichinose Honami wore a conflicted expression.

"Should I say it here?"

"Yes, don't worry. I certainly won't tell anyone else; your secret will remain only between the two of us."

Seemingly having made up her mind, under Nagumo Miyabi's smile, Ichinose Honami finally spoke.

"I... I am a criminal."

The girl who had once lost trust, now wanting to regain the trust of others, had no choice but to choose to believe in Nagumo Miyabi.

Chapter 9: You Wouldn't Want Everyone to Know, Would You?

In the student council office where only the two of them were alone, Ichinose Honami slowly told him everything.

"My family is a single-parent household. I live with my mother and my sister, who is two years younger than me. Even though our financial situation wasn't good, I felt that we were already very happy."

"Because we didn't have the money for high school, I was always studying desperately, wanting to get a full-tuition scholarship. Even though I was the top student in the entire grade during my third year of middle school... however, my mother suddenly fell ill because she was too exhausted from work."

"At that time, my sister's birthday was coming up. She never asked me or my mother for any birthday gifts. Even when she was in her first year of middle school, she could have acted more spoiled, but she had always been enduring it."

"But for the first time, she finally wanted to buy something—a hair clip that was popular last year... I still remember the way my mother apologized from her hospital bed, and the look on my sister's face as she cried. I simply couldn't blame her for being like that."

Speaking up to this point, her expression was filled with extreme pain.

"So, I went to the store after school on her birthday... Anyway, there are many people in this world doing bad things. A hair clip costing over ten thousand yen isn't a big deal... We have been enduring things until now, so there was no need to be blamed..."

Nagumo Miyabi curled his lips. What an easy woman to deceive, but that only made it better.

"So, you shoplifted?"

"Yes, I stole the hair clip my sister wanted." Ichinose Honami revealed a self-deprecating smile, "No matter what the justification is, in the end, a criminal act is a criminal act. That is a sin that can never be erased, no matter how much one repents."

Nagumo Miyabi almost laughed out loud, but he had to force himself to hold back his mirth: "I see. It is indeed worth careful consideration."

Ichinose Honami lowered her eyes; in her eyes, this sentence was equivalent to a death sentence.

"This kind of reason is hard to get Horikita-senpai to accept, but for me, it isn't a particularly difficult problem." Nagumo Miyabi whispered, "As a reward for your honesty, I will let you join the student council."

"Is it really okay for someone like me?" Ichinose Honami was somewhat incredulous; she was, after all, just a sinner.

"Of course it's no problem. After all, you are an excellent student yourself." Nagumo Miyabi subconsciously licked his lips. A vase with such aesthetic value should naturally be kept by his side to be pampered whenever he pleased.

"Thank you, Nagumo-senpai!" Ichinose Honami stood up and bowed deeply to him, hot tears almost welling up. Everyone at this school was indeed very kind.

Nagumo Miyabi's eyes sparkled. How should he use this girl next?

According to the information collected so far, Ichinose Honami was the top student in the entrance exam and possessed quite exceptional academic ability.

Furthermore, she was undoubtedly the central figure of Class 1-B. She was the class representative and had been welcomed by her classmates on the very first day of school.

Whether in terms of interpersonal relationships or her own inherent talent, Ichinose Honami was an excellent student.

However, to Nagumo Miyabi, none of that mattered. What mattered was that Ichinose Honami was a very beautiful vase.

Why not collect some interest first and make her his girlfriend?

Regrettably, before he could think any further, the office door was pushed open by someone else.

"Tsk, so the student council allows back-door entries?"

The moment he heard the voice, Nagumo Miyabi's expression changed. He suddenly looked toward the door.

A boy appeared before his eyes, his expression calm, holding something in his hand.

Nagumo Miyabi said coldly: "What is your name? Do you not know that this is the student council office? How dare you barge in without my permission?"

"Class 1-A, Suzuki Toru."