"Mother, what do you think of the freshmen this year?" Principal Sakayanagi asked.
If anyone saw the woman Principal Sakayanagi was speaking to, they'd be surprised to realize that she was the same elderly woman who'd appeared as just another grandma on the bus earlier.
She frowned, her expression tight with disapproval. "They're disappointing. Especially that boy from the White Room. Shouldn't he have noticed the essence of this school by now?"
"Let him be, Mother. He's still traumatized and trying to adapt to how our society works," Principal Sakayanagi said, attempting to comfort her.
"But this school can't teach him that. It might end up breaking him instead. He should've been placed in a normal school," the old woman insisted, shaking her head.
"No one can protect him from his father in a normal school. Even if this place isn't perfect for him, it still offers some degree of protection," Principal Sakayanagi replied, certainty ringing in his voice.
He believed this completely. Even if Professor Ayanokouji tried to forcibly drag the White Room's so-called masterpiece back, he wouldn't succeed. Principal Sakayanagi's own connections in the government were not inferior to Professor Ayanokouji's.
"So, is there any student who's impressed you, Mother?" he asked, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
"There is. A boy who's hopelessly mediocre, maybe even a little troublesome. But I see something in him—a determination to change, to help, even if his intentions aren't entirely pure. Compared to the others who refuse to change, he's someone who can be trained and polished," the old woman said firmly.
"Who is he, Mother?" Principal Sakayanagi narrowed his eyes, genuinely surprised that anyone had managed to catch his mother's attention.
She answered without hesitation, her voice filled with conviction.
"Haruki Yamauchi."
...
While everyone pretended to listen to the Council President's orientation speech, Yamauchi stared at the glowing blue screen hovering before his eyes. It displayed his stats, his social status, his save-and-load ability, and a "world travel" feature that was currently locked and unavailable.
Name: Haruki Yamauchi
Strength: 3
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 0
Wisdom: 0
Charm: 0
Charisma: 8
When he saw his intelligence sitting at zero, along with his charm and wisdom, Yamauchi's face darkened.
What the fuck?
If he was supposedly that dumb, how the hell had this school even accepted him?
They had to be full of shit.
But his train of thought was cut off when sudden applause broke out around the room.
Startled, Yamauchi automatically clapped along, glancing around and realizing the Council President had finished his speech and was already leaving, followed by the crowd of students.
Just as he was thinking it was finally over and he could go to class, a black-haired girl with piercing crimson eyes stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
Her expression was icy cold.
The second he got a closer look at her flawless face and the subtle floral scent drifting from her hair, he couldn't help swallowing hard.
His eyes flicked down involuntarily, lingering for a split second on the curve of her chest under her uniform.
She narrowed her eyes, clearly noticing how blatantly he was staring at her.
Crossing her arms under her breasts, she glared at him.
"Is the orientation speech boring for you?" she asked, her voice cold enough to freeze steel.
[A] It's boring, just like your life, girl. Mind your own fucking business
[B] I don't think so.
[C] What do you mean by boring? Do you know that your question is slandering me?
Yamauchi felt irritation spike in his chest.
Her accusatory tone pissed him off.
That face's wasted on someone with a stick up her ass, he thought grimly.
So he didn't hesitate.
"It's boring, just like your life, girl. Mind your own fucking business."
The girl froze, eyes wide, clearly stunned by his bluntness.
She'd expected him to at least pretend to be polite, especially after catching him practically leering at her a moment ago.
But Yamauchi didn't give her a chance to retort.
He brushed past her and added, "If that's all, I'll take my leave first. Bye."
Without another glance, he strode off, leaving the girl standing there with her hair rustling slightly in the breeze, looking more than a little rattled.
Unbeknownst to them, Kushida Kikyo had been watching the entire exchange from a few steps away.
A sly smile tugged at her lips as she thought, You've got this day too, Horikita.
Despite the spark of amusement in her chest, she didn't let it show on her face as she started walking in the same direction as Yamauchi.
After all, they were in the same class.
And just like that, three people who weren't supposed to intersect this early in the school year found themselves connected by one man.
That one man would someday be known as YamaGod.
For now, though, he was just a fucking loser.
...
In class, Yamauchi noticed the room had already split into various groups chatting together, but there were still a few lone boys and girls scattered around.
Still, it wasn't too late for him to snatch up one or two henchmen and pull them into his circle.
For now, though, he needed to check his dating sim system thoroughly before actually going around recruiting anyone.
Social Link:
Female Characters:
-Kushida Kikyou-
Affection: 9
Obedience: 0
-Arisu Sakayanagi-
Affection: 8
Obedience: 0
-Suzune Horikita-
Affection: -10
Obedience: -5
Male Characters:
-Rokusuke Koenji-
Camradie: 5
Respect: -5
So, the asshole's name was Koenji, and that black-haired girl was Suzune Horikita. No wonder she was pissed off that he'd been dozing during the orientation speeches—it turned out that guy on stage was her brother.
But honestly? Meh. He still didn't give a shit. Especially not about some woman who wanted to humiliate him in front of everyone. As pretty as she was, he only wanted to fuck her, use her like a whore, not date her or treat her like some damn princess. She didn't deserve that kind of respect.
With that in mind, Yamauchi stood up from his seat and walked over to a brown-haired guy with matching brown eyes. The guy looked like a total loser, which, in Yamauchi's book, made him the perfect target for recruiting a henchman.
"Yo, my dude. Looks like you still don't have a group of friends. Wanna be friends with me?" Yamauchi asked, grinning.
"I guess that'll do too," the brown-haired guy replied with a shrug.
After all, neither of them were edgy loner types. When someone offered them friendship, they took it. If it were some edgy guy or emo girl, they'd probably launch into a long monologue about how they didn't need friends or how society was bullshit.
"Haruki Yamauchi." Yamauchi extended his hand.
"Kanji Ike." Kanji Ike firmly shook it, and they both chuckled.
With introductions out of the way, they started chatting about normie stuff: games, bits of their pasts, but mostly, it was all about checking out the girls in their class.
Of course it was. They were men of culture, after all.
Wicked grins spread across their faces as they swapped filthy talk about the girls' tits, whose were bigger, which ones looked firm, and how tight certain asses seemed. They even started ranking the girls in the class, arguing over who'd be best to bang, who'd look best on their knees, and who'd probably be freaky in bed.
Their conversation kept getting filthier until a green-haired guy suddenly interrupted them.
He clapped his hands sharply in front of the class, the sound echoing off the walls and grabbing everyone's attention.
One by one, people turned to look at the green-haired guy standing there with a serious expression.
Even Yamauchi and Ike weren't an exception; their eyes snapped toward him, displeasure and annoyance written all over their faces.
How couldn't they?
They talked about cultured stuff, but this guy was interrupting them.
How could they not be annoyed?
Thus, with that, they decided to listen; if it wasn't interesting, they ignored the dude.
Simple.
Then, the green-haired guy began to speak…