The next day arrived, and school was boring as usual.
Well, what else could you expect?
Yamauchi was just built different. He didn't need school to be successful. He needed more money and more points to cheat his way straight to the top.
Working hard was only for mediocre people and muggles. Wizards and the GOAT cheated, played unfair games, and stayed ahead of the curve by miles.
Airi Sakura still avoided him like the plague, despite his newly upgraded charm stats. Kushida didn't even bother pretending to be friendly or greeting him. She was still salty about being emotionally blackmailed before.
Honestly, Yamauchi sometimes wondered how dumb people could be—how could they not notice such obvious flaws in a two-faced bitch like her? It was easy to detect at a single glance if you had half a brain.
Maybe that was just the difference between a muggle and the GOAT.
Even though he was being ignored by both women, Yamauchi didn't give a damn. He could simply pay-to-win their submission the moment he had enough money.
Right now, he was broke—but not for long.
He pulled out his phone and typed a message to the creepy stalker of Airi Sakura, who was also basically an employee at this school.
Anonymous: Alright, fucker. Listen up. I have your phone. I have your information. I have your banking details and your entire history of sexual harassment and attempted rape of a gravure idol named Shizuku. I can shame you on every forum out there. I can even send your pathetic ass straight to jail. But I'm a very merciful and understanding man. Transfer 3 million points to this account, or tonight will be the last peaceful day you ever spend in this school. Your choice, fucker.
Yukitsu Kusuda: Who the hell are you? You think I believe a single word of that bullshit? Go fuck yourself!!!
Anonymous: Don't make me repeat myself, mongrel. Here's a screenshot of the evidence I have on you. If I hear even one more word of your yapping, I won't hesitate to send you to jail right now. Not later. Now.
On the other end, Yukitsu Kusuda sat frozen in the store, his face pale as a ghost. He was genuinely shocked—terrified, even—that someone had managed to steal his phone, crack his password, and take every single piece of blackmail material he'd been hoarding.
This was the first time in his miserable life he had felt true, gut-wrenching terror.
His fingers trembled as he typed back desperately.
Yukitsu Kusuda: Please! Don't do this! I'll send you the points, I swear! Just give me a chance. I only have 1 million in cash right now. That's all I've got!
Anonymous: That sounds like your problem, not mine. I'll give you three days. If I don't see the full amount in two days, don't ever think you'll have another peaceful night of sleep again. Farewell, mongrel.
Yukitsu Kusuda: I... okay. I understand. I'll give you the money.
He was fast. The money was already transferred into Yamauchi's shell account within minutes.
Yamauchi stared at the screen and grinned wickedly, his fingers flying across the keyboard one more time.
Anonymous: Good boy. Be an obedient dog, and maybe—just maybe—I'll send you a sex video of me fucking Shizuku. You can watch us pathetically while you jerk off alone in your filthy room. Hahaha!
His sadistic instinct couldn't help but flare up at that moment, craving the thrill of watching a pathetic cuck like Yukitsu Kusuda break down while witnessing his most beloved idol surrender helplessly under his crotch.
It would feel great—fucking amazing, even—to send that kind of video and destroy whatever was left of the man's fragile ego.
But no.
Yamauchi held himself back, even though the temptation burned through his veins. Airi Sakura was his personal submissive slut. It would be an absolute waste—a fucking travesty—to let some pathetic, worthless cuck like Yukitsu Kusuda use her as fap material.
Only someone on the GOAT level like him deserved every inch of that gorgeous body, every soft moan, every trembling surrender.
Not some creepy stalker who couldn't even get a real woman to look at him without feeling disgusted.
So, Yamauchi turned off the phone.
To be precise, he turned off that creepy stalker's phone. He wasn't stupid enough to message that cuck or the Student Council President from his original device. No, he had used the stolen phone for all of that—the one he'd lifted from Yukitsu Kusuda himself. Clean. Untraceable. Professional.
With 1 million private points freshly deposited into his shell account, Yamauchi was in a fantastic mood. He hummed a little tune under his breath as he stepped out toward class, already planning his next moves. Maybe he'd hit up the library later. Maybe he'd treat himself to something nice from the school store.
But before he could even make it out of the hallway, two familiar voices screamed at him from behind.
"Fuck you, Yamauchi!" Sudo Ken's loud, obnoxious bark echoed off the walls. "We heard you got a date with some gorgeous girl from Class B! And Kushida helped you set it up?! What the hell, man! If we'd known that was an option, we would've asked Kushida too!"
Ike Kanji nodded vigorously beside him, his face twisted with jealous frustration. "Yeah! That's not fair! How come you get all the luck?"
Yamauchi turned slowly to face the two virgins and his loser friends, a wide, mocking grin spreading across his face.
He chuckled, low and dismissive. "Well, you should go ask her yourselves. Kushida's such a nice, sweet angel, right? What could possibly go wrong?"
Ike Kanji blinked, then laughed along, completely missing the trap underneath Yamauchi's words. "Yeah! What could possibly go wrong?"
Sudo Ken joined in the laughter, equally clueless. "Maybe we should ask her after class!"
Neither of them noticed Kushida standing nearby, having overheard their entire conversation. Her face had gone pale, then darkened with barely concealed panic. She immediately took several steps away from the group of boys, distancing herself as if they carried some contagious disease.
She whispered urgently to a cluster of girls in the class, her voice sharp and anxious, then hurriedly fled the area—afraid, terrified even, that those idiots would try to emotionally blackmail her in front of everyone just like Yamauchi had done.
Yamauchi watched her retreat with amusement, then bid farewell to Sudo and Ike. "Later, losers."
He turned and walked away, already planning his next hunt for pussy.
He had points now. He could pay-to-win, make almost anything possible. Maybe he should raise his charm to thirty and his luck to twenty while he was at it.
Without hesitation, he opened his menu and dumped the points into both stats. 150,000 private points vanished from his account in an instant. But it was worth it—absolutely worth it. He was no longer unlucky, no longer looked like some wretched creep. His path to becoming a Casanova was no longer impossible.
Maybe he should head to the library next. Charm Shiina Hiyori with his new, handsome looks and maxed-out stats.
What could possibly go wrong?