I Just Want Your Rewards

Chapter 2: Want to Be Sakayanagi-sama's Dog

“It looks like you've all received 100,000 personal points from the school. Let me remind you that one personal point is equivalent to one yen. On the first of each month, the school will deposit personal points into your phones,” said Tomoya Mashima.

The classroom was immediately filled with surprised exclamations. According to Mashima, 100,000 personal points were equivalent to 100,000 yen. The average annual salary in Japan was around 4 million yen, yet this school was giving each student 100,000 yen at once. For a high school student, this amount was more than generous, even wasteful.

Suzuki Tetsu did some quick math. With 160 students per grade and a total of 480 students in the school, AN High School was giving out 48 million yen a month, totaling around 560 million yen a year. Even in a developed country, this level of spending on high school students was inexplicable.

At that moment, someone raised their hand. “Excuse me, Mashima-sensei, is there no restriction on how we use the personal points?”

Suzuki glanced over. The speaker was a conspicuous bald student whose expression was notably serious. His gaze was direct and unwavering.

“This school measures students by their abilities. For those of you who have successfully enrolled, you have corresponding value and potential. You are free to use your points as you wish. The school will not interfere,” Mashima replied calmly, showing no change in expression.

Hearing this, even the most composed students couldn't hide their excitement.

“Can the points be taken outside the school?” the bald student continued.

“The school will reclaim the personal points upon graduation,” Mashima answered unhurriedly. “Even if you save them, it's meaningless over the next three years. It's better to use them effectively.”

At this point, his tone slightly shifted, emphasizing the phrase "use effectively."

“Mashima-sensei, if personal points can be understood as yen, what about class points?” someone else asked, noting that Mashima had been deliberately vague about this part.

Suzuki Tetsu looked toward the speaker, a silver-haired girl with a flawless face and a faint smile. Her short hair barely touched her shoulders, and her white, delicate neck led down to a slightly indented collarbone, though her chest was not particularly prominent. Her petite frame might easily be mistaken for a middle schooler's. She held a thin cane, suggesting either a peculiar accessory or a need due to mobility issues.

At the same time, Suzuki was bombarded with an array of desires related to the girl:

"I want to be Sakayanagi-sama's dog," "I want to have a doggy sext with her," "Lick Sakayanagi-sama's feet clean," "Report her when she steals," "Be her dog," "Want to be looked at by her with disdain," and so forth.

These wishes emerged like a barrage of comments, leaving Suzuki silent.

“Similar to how you are evaluated, the school also measures the abilities of each class. I will explain this later. For now, it’s too early for you to understand,” Mashima deftly sidestepped the question.

Suzuki had expected the silver-haired girl, Sakayanagi Arisu, to continue pressing for answers, but she did not. Instead, she observed her classmates' reactions, her gaze occasionally drifting.

For a brief moment, Suzuki and Sakayanagi locked eyes.

Suzuki averted his gaze nonchalantly, noting that she had inferred more than the bald student but chose not to pursue further questioning. 

Was she observing others' reactions?

“If there are no more questions, I'll see you all later. Have a wonderful school life,” Mashima said, turning to leave without hesitation.

As soon as Mashima left, the classroom erupted into chatter.

“100,000 yen! That’s unbelievable!” 

“Haha, I must have used up all my luck getting into Advanced Nurturing High School!” 

“With guaranteed acceptance and money, this school is treating us too well.”

The students' excitement was palpable.

“Why don't we introduce ourselves? We're all classmates now,” someone suggested.

The proposal was quickly endorsed by the majority.

However, a girl next to Suzuki seemed puzzled as she looked at him.

“Do you have paper and a pen?” Suzuki asked the girl. Even sitting, it was clear she had a tall, slender figure. Her snow-white legs peeked out from her skirt, slightly apart and bouncing a bit, making her posture appear somewhat improper.

At the same time, desires related to this girl, Kamuro Masumi, also surfaced:

"Be Kamuro Masumi's master," "Play doggy sex with Kamuro Masumi," "Lick her feet clean," "Report her when she steals," "Be her dog," and more.

“Want to borrow something?”

“I can buy it from you, for a thousand points,” Suzuki added, unperturbed by the increasingly bizarre desires.

Kamuro Masumi was dumbfounded but eventually handed over a notebook and pen from her bag. “Here, you can have it. With the money the school gave us, I don’t care.”

“Thank you,” Suzuki said, taking the items. “My name is Suzuki Tetsu. What’s yours?”

Introductions were starting around the classroom, so his question didn’t seem out of place.

Kamuro Masumi looked even more puzzled. Suzuki had been the one to suggest introductions earlier, yet she hadn’t noticed who had spoken.

“I’m Kamuro Masumi.”

“Nice to meet you, Kamuro-san,” Suzuki nodded slightly before beginning to write.

Kamuro Masumi noticed that every time someone stood to introduce themselves, Suzuki would intently observe for a few seconds, then continue writing as if taking notes.

Her curiosity piqued, but Kamuro Masumi couldn’t see what he was writing from her angle.

“My name is Katsuragi Kouhei. I have no special hobbies, my goal is to graduate successfully and find a good job. I hope we can all work hard together. Thank you,” said the bald student.

Suzuki noted that Katsuragi Kouhei had few desires attached to him. 

The wishes weren't Suzuki’s or from anyone present; even the Wish Machine itself didn’t know the source of these desires.

Unable to determine the origin, the Wish Machine simply assigned them to Suzuki to fulfill.

Aside from the specific desires tied to individuals, occasional random wishes would pop into Suzuki’s mind like passing thoughts.

"Become the ruler of the first year," "Graduate the fastest from Advanced Nurturing High School," "Form a harem," "Make the top student face expulsion," "Join the student council," and so on.

Despite the numerous and chaotic desires, Suzuki could sometimes outline a rough scenario based on them.

But first, Suzuki had a minor issue to address.

“Excuse me, I’m curious about what you’re writing. Could you share it?”

Suzuki looked up to see Sakayanagi Arisu smiling at him, her eyes like those of a predator spotting its prey.