[Alright, son… crap, sorry about that. I actually wanted to transmigrate you as Koenji. You earned it with all your real-world merits and contributions to society. But for some weird reason, you ended up as Yamauchi instead…]
[We know Yamauchi is a walking red flag. He's not intelligent, not handsome, has skill issues, and yeah—worst of all, he's broke. In an individualistic and realistic society like Japan, being poor itself is a sin. Compared to Koenji, the heir of the most powerful conglomerate, peak of looks, talent, and raw masculinity… Yamauchi is like a chimpanzee next to a god. There's no real comparison.]
Fuck you, dude. If you know that, don't fucking say it—it's fucking rude, you know?
You already transmigrated me here, so what now?
It's already an established fact that I'm Yamauchi now—unless you're going to take my soul and transmigrate me into Koenji instead.
[Nah, son, that's impossible. But we've got a better deal for you. We're granting you the ability to see everyone's stats and even buy anything using the private points that the school provides. You have three years to use this gift. Everything you buy or gain with private points will become your permanent property. After those three years, you're on your own.]
Fair enough.
After all, if I can buy anything, does that mean I could buy the desk right next to mine and start charging my classmates rent for it?
[Yeah. Don't worry about logic or rules. They'll bend for you. You could even buy the entire school desk if you wanted. As long as you own it, every action you take will be completely legal—no matter how ridiculous it sounds.]
A slow, devious grin spread across my face.
Good. Fucking. Shit.
That meant I could buy Sakura Airi's desk. Her chair. Her uniform. Her underwear if I wanted to be petty about it. And then? Then I could make her do anything I wanted. Anything at all. And it would be perfectly legal.
My cock twitched just thinking about it.
I'd been horny for her ever since I first saw her gravure idol posts.
Those soft, shy smiles, the way she tried to hide her body under loose clothes but couldn't quite manage it.
She was beautiful in that quiet, unassuming way, the kind of girl you'd walk past without noticing if you weren't paying attention.
But her body?
Her body was sin.
Soft curves that begged to be grabbed. Tits that would spill out of any bra. A waist that looked made for hands to wrap around. A plump ass that made my fingers itch just watching her walk down the hallway.
I wanted her. I wanted her as my submissive, slutty, completely devoted girlfriend. I wanted to bury my cock so deep inside her she forgot her own name, wanted to watch her perfect tits bounce as I fucked her from behind, wanted to hear her moan like a whore underneath me, pussy dripping, begging for more, more, more, please don't stop—
Too bad I didn't have Ayanokouji's natural charisma.
When I tried approaching her before, just trying to start a conversation, she'd shot me down so hard I was still feeling the sting.
The look in her eyes—that flicker of disgust she tried to hide, the way she stepped back like I might be contagious—had burned into my memory.
After that, she started avoiding me like the plague, taking the long way to class, never sitting near me, never even looking in my direction.
That was going to change. Everything was going to change.
[Well, whatever. Do whatever you want, lad. I'm out. And if you ever come back here complaining about our little mistake to the boss… the consequences won't be something you can handle.]
Don't worry, I'll praise you to the heavens later.
[Yeah, yeah. Farewell.]
Afterward, I stood in front of the mirror in my dormitory room and stared at the reflection.
It was Yamauchi's face staring back… but not the pathetic loser version anymore.
From now on, he was YamaGod.
Name: Haruki Yamauchi
Age: 18
Skills: Lying (Lvl.3), Acting (Lvl.3), Stealing (Lvl.5), Mathematic (Lvl.1), Linguistic (Lvl.1), Excuse Making (Lvl. 4), Reading Atmosphere (Lvl. 2), Sneaking (Lvl. 4), General Knowledge (Lvl. 2)
Strength: 12 (-) (+)
Endurance: 9 (-) (+)
Intelligence: 0 (-) (+)
Wisdom: 0 (-) (+)
Charm: 0 (-) (+)
Luck: 0 (-) (+)
Private Points: 100.000
What the fuck?
I wanted to punch the mirror right then. Intelligence, wisdom, charm, and luck all at zero? Are you fucking kidding me?
[Well, that's the base stats of the original Yamauchi. If you want to fix them, just spend your private points. Most normal people sit around ten for the main stats. At least he has some skills, even if they're nothing impressive. Don't worry, improving low stats is cheap. I recommend bumping Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charm up to ten first. That's the bare minimum for basic decency.]
Fine. Intelligence, wisdom, and charm were obviously important. But luck should hit ten too. Having worse luck than an average person was asking for trouble.
Who knows when some random bullshit would ruin my plans right when I was about to bury my cock deep inside Airi Sakura's tight, dripping pussy?
What if Ayanokouji suddenly showed up playing hero and cockblocked me at the worst moment?
Luck wasn't a flashy stat, but it was the one that kept the universe from kicking you in the balls when you were already naked and ready.
[Oh shit, lad… your taste is excellent, and that first plan sounds fun. It'd be a waste if bad luck delayed everything and you had to waste points fixing Yamauchi's mess. Alright, I'll fix this for you just this once. Go for it, lad. Rape her— ahem, I mean, go get her and make her yours.]
The voice disappeared right after that.
I didn't have to spend a single private point.
Suddenly my stats shot up, everything restored to a clean ten… except Endurance, which the voice apparently didn't care about.
Name: Haruki Yamauchi
Age: 18
Skills: Lying (Lvl.3), Acting (Lvl.3), Stealing (Lvl.5), Mathematic (Lvl.1), Linguistic (Lvl.1), Excuse Making (Lvl. 4), Reading Atmosphere (Lvl. 2), Sneaking (Lvl. 4), General Knowledge (Lvl. 2)
Strength: 12
Endurance: 9
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 10
Charm: 10
Luck: 10
Private Points: 100.000
A wide, predatory grin spread across my face as I looked at the new numbers.
Now we're talking.
Let's go rape Sakura's tight little pussy… Ahem. I mean, let's court her properly.
Show her my new look, charm the hell out of her, and talk things out… right before I pin her down and stuff her full.
My dream of having a beautiful, slutty, completely submissive girlfriend who lived only for me was no longer just a fantasy.
She was right there, waiting for me to claim he