1180 points.
Enough to unlock a Silver Treasure Chest.
Takumi Yuuya glanced at his textbook, then tapped on the virtual screen.
"Congratulations, host. You have obtained a building.""All documents are complete. They've been placed in your commuter bag."
Yuuya reached into his bag and pulled out the files.
A newly built twelve-story apartment complex—located in Tokyo.
Purchase price: 1.5 billion yen.
He could hand the building over to the Yukinoshita family to manage, paying them a management fee… or simply sell it directly to them.
After some thought, Yuuya spoke silently in his mind.
"System, can you draft me a property management contract? Management fee: ten percent of the rental income."
"Contract drafted. Document issued to your commuter bag."
When class ended, Yuuya sent Yukinoshita Haruno a message.
I just bought an apartment complex in Tokyo. Can I entrust Yukinoshita Construction with management?
Not even a minute passed before her reply popped up.
Of course. Send me the details first, I'll take a look.
Yuuya snapped a couple of photos and sent them over.
Right before the next class started, Haruno replied again.
Good location. Want to sell it? Twenty billion yen.
Yuuya blinked.
Selling it off that quickly would net him a five billion yen profit?
What the hell?
Did that property have some hidden potential? Maybe the Yukinoshita family planned to tear it down and build a commercial complex there?
Lunchtime.
Yuuya walked toward the Service Club.
Another message came from Haruno, explaining.
That area was better suited for commercial property than for apartments.
In Yukinoshita hands, the land value would multiply.
But in Yuuya's hands, it was just a building.
Sell it now for 20 billion yen, or rent it out for 60 million yen annually. That would take thirty years to reach 20 billion. Add a future sale at 10 billion yen, and he could maybe reach 30 billion total—after decades.
By the time Yuuya reached the Service Club door, his decision wasn't difficult.
He opened the door and stepped inside, looking at Yukinoshita Yukino.
"Your chance has come."
"…My chance?"
"I've got an apartment complex. I was going to have the Yukinoshita family manage it. But your sister offered me 20 billion yen outright. I did the math: thirty years of rental income would get me that much, then I could sell for another ten billion."
"…And what does that have to do with me?" Yukino asked flatly.
"You really are dense. Based on that logic, I should obviously keep it and go for the thirty-year plan. But… if you're willing to pay a price, I'll tell Haruno that I'll sell—for your sake."
"…What do you want me to do?" Yukino's voice cooled further after a pause.
Yuuya walked up to her, studying her closely.
"What I want is—"
"I won't accept anything excessive."
"Fine. Then, I want to come over to your place on weekends. That's not too much, is it?"
"You can. But not the whole day."
"Then… deal?"
"I'm not pleased in the slightest," Yukino muttered, but still extended her hand.
Yuuya shook it with a grin.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed Haruno.
She picked up almost instantly.
"Yuuya-kun, have you decided?"
"I thought it through. If I keep the building, I'll earn twenty billion over thirty years through rent."
"Thirty years is far too long. That's only a few tens of millions annually. If you had twenty billion in hand now, you could invest right away."
"You've got a point there."
"And if you sell to the Yukinoshita family, you'll be considered one of our friends."
"…Even my relationship with Yukino will be acknowledged by your mother?"
"Of course. She's always wanted Yukino to make some friends. Having someone like you around would please her greatly."
"Then… for Yukino's sake, I'll sell the building to your family."
As he spoke, Yuuya's eyes stayed fixed on Yukino.
Her gaze met his, cool and unwavering.
"Perfect. I'll bring the contract this afternoon. Also, bring your company documents." Haruno's cheerful voice carried through the line.
"I'll wait in the Service Club," Yuuya said before hanging up.
Sliding his phone away, he took his seat.
Yukino noticed him taking out his bento.
"…Thank you," she said stiffly.
"No need. Everything I do is just to become your boyfriend."
"Even if you succeed, I'll never like you."
"Don't say it so absolutely. Love has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it."
He walked to the door, then looked back at her.
"Of course, if I chose her instead… you'd never have a chance."
[Disgust from Yukinoshita Yukino +30]
On the rooftop storage shed.
Yuuya opened his lunchbox.
Today's meal was simmered chicken and potatoes.
As usual, he offered Kawasaki Saki the first bite.
After tasting, she smiled softly.
"As expected of Yukinoshita Yukino. Not only top grades, but even her cooking is this delicious."
"Saki, your grades may not match hers, but you've got something Yukino doesn't."
"…Really? Like what?"
"Well…"
Yuuya's gaze traveled over her.
Her cheeks turned bright red, instantly catching his meaning. She ducked her head in shy embarrassment.
Yuuya chuckled and started eating.
Saki opened her own lunchbox beside him.
After they finished eating, they lay down side by side.
Saki nestled into Yuuya's arms.
Yuuya gently held her.
"Saki."
"Mm?"
"Can I feel your heartbeat?"
"…Mm."
[Affection from Kawasaki Saki +50]
That afternoon, when school ended, Saki packed up her commuter bag and left right away.
Yuuya, meanwhile, sent his home address to Sawamura Spencer Eriri with a short message:
Come to my place in an hour.
Message sent successfully.
Yuuya slipped his phone away, grabbed his bag, and on his way out passed by Hayama Hayato.
He stopped.
"Come with me."
Hayato blinked in surprise. But seeing Yuuya stride out of the classroom, he quickly shouldered his bag and followed.
Together, they arrived at the Service Club room.
Yuuya knocked.
The door opened to reveal Yukinoshita Haruno, smiling when she saw him—and Hayato beside him.
"Oh? Yuuya-kun and Hayato-kun are friends now?"
"With someone as popular as Hayato, I'd be foolish to turn down the chance." Yuuya grinned, glancing at him.
Hayato finally caught on.
"…It's an honor to be Yuuya-kun's friend."
"Don't call me 'Yuuya-sama.' That sounds awful."
"…Then, Yuuya-kun."
"Much better. That's how friends address each other."
Yuuya patted Hayato's shoulder warmly.
Haruno's smile only deepened.
"The contract's ready. I also invited a reliable witness."
"…Shizuka-sensei?" Yuuya guessed immediately.
Haruno nodded.
"Exactly. Her father's high up in the police force. She's a trustworthy teacher."
"Thanks for the compliment."
A voice came from behind Yuuya.