Don't Scold Me, Lingyin, Please Stop Scolding

After some back-and-forth bargaining—and partly due to the lingering influence of Yuki Gyakukai's absolute violence—a rule was ultimately sold for 430,000 points.

The contract was signed under roughly the same terms as the one with Class A, ending with Class C paying Class B 2.15 million personal points to close the deal.

At that moment, Class C remained in dead silence, not only because they had obtained the five hidden rules, but also because they had just been deeply shaken by Yuki Gyakukai's overwhelming brutality.

"That guy is so cool—cold and violent. That icy aura from earlier has my legs still trembling."

"Not just that. The way he smiled was way more attractive, and with that mole at the corner of his eye, he looks so sexy. I want to..."

"Ichinose, take 40% of the points we just got from Class C and put it into the class fund. Then split the remaining 60% among the five of us—258,000 each—as a reward for our trouble."

On the way back, Yuki Gyakukai casually stretched his limbs while distributing the points they had taken from Class C.

"Um... is it okay to do it this way?"

Ichinose looked a bit uncertain.

"No problem. Do as I say. Also, publish the points we obtained from each class. Publish the reward money too. Tell them this is an incentive system.

Everyone is different—we need to use people where they excel. If someone sets a good example, they deserve a reward."

"Alright."

[Class Financial Statement: Class fund collected in March: 2,000,000 personal points Points obtained from Class A: 1,940,000 personal points Points obtained from Class C: 2,150,000 personal points 60% commission from Class C points given to the five who participated in the rule sale: 258,000 personal points each Remaining total class fund: 4,800,000 personal points]

[Ichinose: Everyone, I've now posted the full class fund for Class B. Also, Yuki-kun has proposed an incentive system—any student who performs well can receive a reward.]

"So troublesome."

Himeno Yuki, sitting in her seat, muttered quietly as she stared at the notification popping up on her phone.

Tomie Hanyu, who had spent the whole morning lying in her dorm, had now regained her energy.

She turned her head and glanced at Yuki Gyakukai, who was listening to the lecture, inwardly resenting the school bell for ringing too slowly—class still hadn't ended.

In her mind, every second her gaze left her fiancé meant a sneak-attack cat might appear.

This wasn't an exaggeration; it had actually happened to her.

But that wasn't the issue now. Considering she had spent the entire morning resting in her dorm without fulfilling her duty to monitor her fiancé at school, an inexplicable unease crept into her heart.

Ring, ring, ring.

Fortunately, as she had hoped, the bell for the end of class finally rang.

She pushed back her chair, stood up, casually flicked her hair to the side, and fixed her slightly cold eyes on her fiancé's profile.

Then she walked toward him... or rather, toward Amikura Asako, who was sitting in front of him.

"Hanyu-san (Queen Tomie!), is there something you need?"

As someone who had become a super-popular figure in the class on her very first day at school, Tomie Hanyu's number one supporter and follower was Amikura Asako.

From the moment she first saw Tomie, she had been deeply drawn by her unique aura—not that she was a lesbian, just an admirer of beauty.

"Amikura-san, can you tell me what Yuki was doing all morning? Specifically, which girls he was with."

"Hey, hey, Tomie, didn't I already tell you? This morning I took Chihiro Shiramami and Honami Ichinose to Class A and Class C."

"Hmph! I don't believe you—you have a track record."

"My dear fiancé, haven't you forgiven me yet?" Tomie put on an exaggerated, tearful act, wrapping both arms tightly around Yuki Gyakukai's waist.

"I'm heartbroken. I wanted to trade sincerity for sincerity, but you've broken my heart..."

"Stop, stop, stop. Don't say anymore, Yuki—you're making me a little nauseous." With a sweet smile, Tomie shot him a sharp glare.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. I'm going to your dorm to cook dinner tonight. If you don't come back before 8 PM after the club recruitment event, you'll be punished."

Are you sure that's not a reward?

But Yuki Gyakukai played along: "Thank you for your grace, Lady Tomie. I look forward to tonight's hospitality—in every sense."

Hearing "in every sense," Tomie couldn't help recalling last night's brutal scene, and her pretty face flushed slightly.

With Tomie's approval, he quickly headed to the club recruitment venue.

He didn't actually plan to join any club. He only went to the school-wide recruitment site to scope out the talent across all grades.

Soon, he arrived at the scene, where the atmosphere was still buzzing. Every club was putting on an energetic front to recruit first-year newcomers.

It seemed he hadn't come too late.

"Over here, over here." Ichinose and her group, spotting him from afar, waved him over.

"Yo, you guys are here early. Got any idea what clubs you want to join?" Yuki Gyakukai approached slowly, greeting everyone.

"We just got here a bit ago. Haven't decided on any clubs yet."

And so, the group took a lap around the venue. The result? Not many people ended up joining clubs.

Casual clubs were fine—you could join as a ghost member, come and go as you pleased.

But competitive clubs felt a bit lacking.

The soccer club was mediocre with no real achievements. The kendo club had never once won the Jade Dragon Flag. The baseball club had only made it to Koshien once. The basketball club was relatively strong, having entered the high school league several times.

Overall, it wasn't all that satisfying.

Huh?

Yuki Gyakukai rubbed his eyes, staring in disbelief at a club in the corner.

To make sure he wasn't seeing things, he strode over quickly.

"As expected, this school really is something else. They even have a club like this."

Galgame Club

This club had very few people. Of course, the main reason was that playing this stuff was a bit embarrassing—no one wanted others to know.

"Pervert-kun, what are you doing here?" A cold, clear voice came from behind him.

"Sure, you're cute and all, but could you not start off every conversation by yelling 'pervert' at me? It hurts my feelings too, you know."

"Hah." Suzune Horikita shot him a disdainful glance. "Already so starved for X that you've sunk to this level, Pervert-kun?"

"Galgames—plastic vases touted as the ninth art. Mass-produced moe girls squeezed for tears, anxiety packaged as pure love scripture, letting shut-ins play emperor reviewing memorials through branching choices."

Unable to take it anymore, Yuki Gyakukai faced Suzune Horikita's rapid-fire tirade and shot back directly:

"That's not what it's like. There are multiple endings, high replay value..."

"Multiple endings? Just the same instant ramen portioned into different bowls. Keyboard philosophers curse reality as shallow while emptying their wallets for pixel wives."

"Simply put, it's modern cyber-indulgences, tailor-made for love-starved delusions, with a complimentary side of self-induced mental climax."

Stop it, please, just stop!

Yuki Gyakukai felt like his tears were about to fall.

This wasn't the Yukinon-style sharp tongue he'd been hoping for...