Classroom of the Elite, I Only Want Your Rewards

Therefore, there must be some factor at play.

Class A might have the highest level, but that doesn't mean the other classes are completely worthless.

"You want to charge into Class A using your own strength?"

"Not just me alone, but all of us together."

"Heh, you first-years are truly interesting." Nagumo Miyabi wore a smiling expression on the surface, but his heart was ice cold; if it weren't for that guy Suzuki Toru, there wouldn't have been any surprises today.

"What you just said... I hope you can forget it, Nagumo-senpai. If you need private points, I can provide them." Ichinose Honami clenched her fists. She didn't want it to end here; she had only been enrolled for a few days, and she had just started to get along with everyone.

Seeing her like this, Nagumo Miyabi smiled with a hint of amusement: "Instead of me, you should be more worried about that guy Suzuki. He never said he would keep your secret."

Ichinose Honami froze, only then realizing the gravity of the problem.

Suzuki Toru checked the surveillance cameras and decided to abandon his plan to install bugs in the teachers' office.

Putting away the few remaining listening devices, he was about to leave the Special Building when he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps behind him.

Looking back, he saw Ichinose Honami jogging toward him.

"Y-you are Suzuki-kun from Class A, right?"

Due to the intense exercise, a faint flush appeared on her face, and her moist lips were slightly parted as she caught her breath. Her school uniform shirt clung to her body, outlining the youthful, vibrant curves of her figure. Her chest was heaving noticeably, and the size was certainly not small, rising and falling with her slightly rapid breathing. The hem of her skirt revealed her fair legs, with her slender calves being particularly eye-catching.

"Is there something you need?" Suzuki Toru watched as various wishes flashed before his eyes.

[Experience the feel of Miss Honami's skin], [Condition Ichinose Honami], [Want to see her face flushed with shame], [Corrupt Ichinose Honami], [Brutally pierce Ichinose in front of everyone], [Break Ichinose mentally], [Ichinose must be the main wife]...

It was getting increasingly lewd; how exactly was he supposed to satisfy these wishes?

"J-just now, the content of our conversation... could I ask you not to tell anyone?" Ichinose Honami tried her best to steady her breathing. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, sweat trickling down her fair neck. Her delicate collarbones were hidden beneath her collar, and her snow-white skin was stained with a hint of crimson.

So she actually thought of this; Suzuki Toru was somewhat surprised.

"Why should I agree to your request?" Suzuki Toru feigned confusion. "I'm in Class A, and you're in Class B. We will only be competitors in the future. Keeping your leverage is the logical decision, isn't it?"

Ichinose Honami bit her lip. She knew this was an unreasonable request, but... there must be a second option, right?

"Although we will be competing, that doesn't mean we have to be hostile or hateful toward other classes. In the next three years, there will surely be much more than just this. As long as you are willing, we can also be friends, Suzuki-kun."

She seemed to have gathered her courage to speak these sincere words. Suzuki Toru watched her for a moment before walking toward her.

"Suzuki-kun?"

As he closed the distance, Ichinose Honami instinctively took a few steps back, bumping right into the wall.

Suzuki Toru reached out and braced his hand against the wall beside her. This posture was like a predator trapping its prey in a corner, forcing them to face each other with no room to escape.

"Ichinose-san, you aren't planning on convincing me with such a clumsy excuse, are you?"

As he spoke, Suzuki Toru leaned in close to her, sniffing the girl's fresh scent between her neck and collarbone. His warm breath sprayed against her sensitive skin, blowing a few strands of hair that fell softly against her.

"You wouldn't want everyone to know you're a criminal, would you?" he whispered.

[Ding! Wish fully realized...]

Chapter 13: The Feel of Ichinose (Revised)

Suddenly subjected to such rude treatment, Ichinose Honami instinctively wanted to push him away.

However, just as she raised her hand, Suzuki Toru, having anticipated it, grabbed her wrist in advance and pressed it firmly against the wall.

"Let go..."

"Was it this hand that was doing the shoplifting back then?"

Ichinose Honami, who had been struggling, suddenly froze. Then, her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her face turned deathly pale. Forget about resisting; she couldn't even utter a single word.

The scenes she had once found deeply painful flashed before her eyes again: the angry expression on her bedridden mother's face, the image of her younger sister sobbing—memories she could never forget for the rest of her life.

Ichinose Honami felt extreme agony. Because of that mistake years ago, she had once shut herself away at home for half a year.

She had clearly sworn to end this painful past, to face the crime head-on, and to stop running away.

Yet, for some reason, hearing Suzuki Toru say those words caused all of Ichinose Honami's strength and defenses to crumble instantly, as if this man had pierced straight into the depths of her soul.

"I... I have already apologized. The people at the store didn't turn me over to the police... I wanted to start over, to begin again from zero..." Ichinose Honami suppressed the emotions in her heart. She held back the urge to scream and cry, but her voice still carried a trembling, tearful tone.

After her mother found out about her shoplifting, she had forcibly taken her to the store, where they both knelt on the ground in front of everyone, kowtowing to beg for the clerk's forgiveness.

Ichinose Honami could still recall how the surrounding gazes felt as painful as needles, and the temperature of her tears, which burned so hot that her whole body felt feverish and drained of all strength.

She had just kept repeating the words of apology, so many times that she had lost count.

But a crime is a crime; it would not disappear just because she tried to run from it.

"Ichinose-san, are you trying to win my sympathy?" Suzuki Toru held her wrist with one hand while gently stroking her thigh with the other. "Sorry, I'm the type who likes to make deals. If you can't name a price that satisfies me, I can't guarantee whether or not I'll let it slip."

The girl's skin was astonishingly smooth and delicate. Not only could he feel the softness and elasticity of her thigh, but further down was the texture of her stockings, wrapping around her slender calves—so refined that it was hard to let go.

At the same time, one of the wishes on her body vanished.

[Ding! Wish fully realized--Experience the feel of Miss Honami's skin]

[Obtained...]

So it was the thigh, not the breasts?

At this moment, Suzuki Toru heard the voice of Ichinose Honami.

"Please, don't do this... You want private points, right? I still have quite a few, I can give you eighty thousand private points, please, just forget what you said earlier."

She should have pushed him away, yet inexplicably, she lacked the strength to do so, as if his words from just a moment ago were laced with some kind of magical power. Ichinose Honami felt as though her entire body had been pinned in place by some unseen force, unable to move.

"Eighty thousand... that number doesn't seem to suit you. In fact, I hold you in quite high regard. I heard you were the top student in the entrance exam, and all the students in Class B like you; everyone decided you should be the class representative. For such an excellent opponent, I think it should be at least one million private points."

Suzuki Toru continued to reach toward her, and she subconsciously pressed her thighs together, leaving him no room to take advantage.

"One million is fine too, I will pay you back slowly, but for now, could you please stop touching me." Ichinose Honami bit her lower lip; she knew full well what this kind of teasing implied, she wasn't a child anymore.

Suzuki Toru said with a grin, "I didn't expect the Class B representative to feel so good to the touch. If I don't take this opportunity to touch you a bit more, I'm afraid there won't be another chance later. Who knows, you might even be expelled."

Although he said that, he was actually somewhat surprised inside; he hadn't expected Ichinose Honami to remain so far from the brink of collapse even in this situation.

Ichinose Honami stiffened, and she suddenly understood: Suzuki Toru's target was her, which was why he had appeared before her and Nagumo Miyabi the moment he did, rather than quietly slipping away.

Only when the person involved knows their leverage is in the other's hands does it carry the greatest threat.

"Do you want my body?" Ichinose Honami looked at him firmly. "That is absolutely out of the question. Please give up on that idea. Things like that can only be done with someone you like, Suzuki-kun."

Suzuki Toru's expression was strange. Even at this point, Ichinose Honami was still trying to reason with him, thinking she could persuade him this way?

"What if I say no?"

Noticing that he had started moving again, Ichinose Honami bit her lip: "There is surveillance in the hallway, please don't force me to call for help."

That was correct; every move the two of them made could not escape the surveillance on the ceiling, which was also the reason Suzuki Toru had given up on installing a bug earlier.

This was Ichinose Honami's small act of resistance; she was trying to make Suzuki Toru retreat in the face of difficulty.

Unfortunately, it was useless against Suzuki Toru.

"Fine, go ahead and shout, Ichinose-san. I think the entire school staff and student body should know that there is a thief in Class 1-B, just in case someone has their things stolen one day and doesn't even know it."

Ichinose Honami nearly went limp. Was he not afraid of school punishment at all?

"Don't... I beg you..." Her speech became intermittent, and the faint spark of resistance she had finally managed to ignite was ruthlessly extinguished by Suzuki Toru.

It was quite interesting; to think that stealing a single hair clip could cause such heavy self-reproach and guilt. Suzuki Toru examined her pained expression with great interest.

"Spread your legs."

Hearing this, Ichinose Honami trembled uncontrollably. A look of struggle flashed in her eyes as she said urgently, "You can't go any further. Aside from this, I will agree to any of your other requests."

Suzuki Toru said calmly, "Ichinose-san, if you don't spread them, I can't pull my hand out."

Perhaps due to extreme tension, her body's self-protection mechanism had clamped down, making it impossible for Suzuki Toru to move and even causing a bit of pain.

Although the girl's thighs felt warm and soft to the touch.

Ichinose Honami was stunned for a moment, then flushed bright red and released his hand. She nearly collapsed, panting slightly.

[Ding! Wish fully realized -- wanted to see her face flushed with shyness]

[Obtained...]

Suzuki Toru was somewhat surprised. She hadn't been shy just a moment ago, yet she was shy now; he couldn't figure this person out.

However, it didn't have much of an impact on him.

"You'll agree to any request, is that your offer?" Suzuki Toru asked.

Ichinose Honami only whispered, "Except for not doing bad things to me, and not doing bad things to everyone else, I will agree to any other request."

Suzuki Toru said playfully, "Are you afraid I'll use you to do something to Class B?"

Ichinose Honami remained silent. She knew her own value well enough: either be toyed with by Suzuki Toru, or be used by Suzuki Toru to deal with her own class.

"Fine, I accept your terms." Suzuki Toru pinched her cheek. "As part of the deal, Ichinose-san, I want you to obey me from now on, no matter how absurd or ridiculous my requests may be."

Ichinose Honami stared blankly into his eyes. She had to listen to him no matter what?

But if she refused, was expulsion the only path left for her?

If everyone found out she was a criminal, what kind of looks would they give her?

At this moment, those needle-like gazes from the past returned to her, and it hurt.

"I... I agree to you too, Suzuki-kun."

Will I regret this later?

She didn't know.

She just didn't want to lose... everything she had finally managed to possess once again.