Get Money! Get Money! Still Get Money!

Only after truly wandering through the school's shopping mall did Kato Satsu realize the sheer absurdity of the place.

Could the number of students here really support a mall of this scale?

Kato Satsu placed a giant question mark in his mind.

However, he didn't dwell on the question for long; after all, he hadn't come here today to conduct a survey on foot traffic.

After a while, Kato Satsu found his target: the digital camera shop!

There were no customers inside, only a middle-aged man in a clerk's uniform sitting at the front desk, fiddling with a digital camera in his hands.

His complexion was sallow and bloated, and he stared greedily at the contents of the camera, his breathing heavy and accompanied by a small trickle of drool.

He looked exactly like the kind of Sleazy Uncle who spent every night under his covers, taking care of his needs by hand.

"Finally found you, the pervert who's been harassing Airi."

He was so certain for two reasons: one was the man's physiognomy, and the other was that through mind reading, Kato Satsu knew exactly what was on that digital camera.

It was filled with photos of girls—a staggering number of them—all of whom were students at this school, and all taken from bizarre angles.

Without a doubt, they were the fruits of his long-term stalking and voyeurism at this school.

"Tonight, I'll release it all over her... forget it, I can't wait, I'm going to the bathroom right now." (Sleazy Uncle)

"That's really something else."

Kato Satsu muttered to himself as he walked over. "Although, I could have waited until you harassed Airi to intervene, and perhaps used that opportunity to win her heart."

"But now, I'

"It's understandable, after all, employees can't spend their whole lives living at school, and points are useless outside of campus." (Kato Satsu)

Just as Kato Satsu was stroking his chin in thought, the clerk suddenly spoke up.

"How much money do you want?"

"Hey, hey, what do you take me for? A blackmailer? That violates both the law and school regulations; I have no intention of getting expelled."

Kato Satsu spoke with an air of righteous indignation, though a mocking smile hung involuntarily on his face.

"However, since you've asked... how much is your monthly salary, Uncle?"

"The same as you... one hundred thousand points."

"Oh~ so it's actually one hundred and twenty thousand!"

Hearing this, the clerk's pupils dilated in shock.

In front of this student, it was as if he had no secrets at all; he had been completely seen through.

A suffocating sense of powerlessness wrapped tightly around the clerk's throat, making his breathing ragged as he repeated what he had said before.

"How much money do you want?"

"I already told you, I'm not capable of blackmail."

"It's just that I've recently acquired a new batch of second-hand personal items. They're all in ninety-percent new condition—good stuff. I'm sure you'll need them."

Watching the look of certainty on Kato Satsu's face, the Sleazy Uncle couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"Kiss your mother's sow, this is blackmail no matter how you spin it." (Sleazy Uncle)

"I do indeed need them."

"It'll only cost you three hundred thousand points~"

"This...!"

The clerk almost exploded with curses, but under the reminder of Kato Satsu's friendly "Hmm?", his reason managed to regain the high ground.

"Just how much did this bastard investigate me? He even knows the amount of my savings over the years; he's clearly planning to bleed me dry!" (Sleazy Uncle)

"Fine! Spend money to avoid disaster!" (Sleazy Uncle)

The clerk nearly ground his teeth to dust before forcing out: "Fine!"

"Then let's both go prepare our things. We'll trade here in an hour."

To prevent any complications, Kato Satsu chose to act immediately, and the clerk naturally had no power to refuse.

An hour later, having confirmed the points had been transferred, Kato Satsu was in a great mood.

In contrast, the clerk looked as if his family's horse had just died.

Kato Satsu even draped an arm over the clerk's shoulder and said teasingly: "Remember to transfer half of your salary to me every month from now on~"

"It's no big deal, Uncle~ It's only three years; just grit your teeth and it'll pass."

With that, he even gave the clerk's shoulder a playful pat.

Although the latter said nothing and made no move, malice had already taken root in his heart.

"Kill him!" (Sleazy Uncle)