Even Today, the Genius High School Programmer Cashes In on Day Trades, Completely Flustered by Beautiful Girls' Growing Affection. - Chapter 43: Waiting for the Target.

Waiting for the Target.

The weekend had come to an end, and it was now Monday morning.

The time was 8:30 a.m.

I stood on the sidewalk near the school, waiting for my target.

“Ugh… so sleepy…”

I had taken a shower that morning. My bangs were swept up and neatly set with wax.

According to the information, the target would pass through this exact spot around this time.

Shingo, are you sure this is CIA work and not just straight-up stalking?

“She’s here.”

Coming from the opposite direction was a girl with straight, light-brown hair.

It was Okazaki Nanase.

Even from a distance, her figure was clearly outstanding. Moreover… her uniform skirt was dangerously short. If the wind blew even slightly, wouldn’t her panties be completely visible? She was boldly showing off her beautiful bare legs without the slightest hesitation.

I had positioned myself slightly hidden beside a vending machine.

Nanase walked right past me.

Alright, time to move.

I muttered inwardly as I checked the small props inside my bag, then quickly hurried after her. Just as I overtook her, I deliberately bumped my shoulder into hers.

“Kyaa!”

“Ah, I’m so sorry!”

I made a show of stumbling forward dramatically. At that moment, a single plastic case slipped from my bag and fell right at Nanase’s feet.

Hook, line, and sinker!

For a split second, Nanase’s face twisted into a frown, but the moment her eyes landed on the dropped item, they widened dramatically. She bent down and picked it up.

“This CD… it’s Passion Generator’s new album! It only just came out, right?”

The instant I stood back up, my gaze caught her bare legs from a perfect angle. From this position, I could see clearly up her skirt.

Pink lace.

A very naughty pair.

As expected from an upperclassman.

“Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

I rose fully and faced her directly. She was probably around 165 centimeters tall. Her eyes were long and sharp, her lips plump and inviting, and there was a small beauty mark just above the left side of her mouth. She was the very definition of a sexy beauty.

Her uniform blouse seemed a little tight across the chest, as if she had buttoned it up extra carefully. Yet something felt slightly off.

Ah… that was it.

The sides of her breasts lacked the natural, soft swell you’d expect. Instead, they looked unnaturally flat, with all the volume forcibly pushed upward toward the top. This was clearly the result of tucking the side flesh into the cups to create extra volume.

A push-up correction bra, huh.

“Haa?!”

Nanase glared at me with a demonic expression.

“Ah, no, um… Okazaki-senpai, you went to Housei Middle School, right?”

“Huh? No, I went to Kamioka Middle School.”

That was close.

Damn it. I really need to fix this habit of blurting out whatever pops into my head. It could get me killed one day.

“By the way, Okazaki-senpai, I heard you’re a big fan of Passion Generator.”

“…How do you know so much about me?”

“Of course I know. You’re Okazaki-senpai—the ‘Goddess of St. Clark Academy.’ Everyone knows about you, not just at our school but at other schools too. There’s no one who hasn’t heard of you!”

“Ehh~ Really~? I had no idea people were calling me that…”

She looked genuinely pleased.

Of course she didn’t know. I had just made up that title on the spot.

“Anyway, Senpai, take a look at this CD!”

I took the case from her hands and flipped it open with a soft click. Inside, every member of the group had signed it.

Nanase’s eyes flew open even wider. She covered her mouth, gasping in shock.

“W-Wait a second! Isn’t this the ultra-rare one given to only a single winner in the fan club lottery during the limited first pressing?!”

“As expected of Senpai. You really do know your stuff.”

The first prop I had purchased through Carmeli was this very CD. Just as Nanase said, it was the only one in the world with all the members’ signatures. The fan club site had even published the serial number, so its authenticity was confirmed.

The previous owner, who had fallen on hard times, had put it up for sale on Carmeli.

The price was 198,000 yen.

198,000 yen.

No matter how many times I looked at it, the number of digits hadn’t changed.

Who the hell would buy something like this for that price? Are they stupid?

That’s what I had thought at the time.

But apparently, there really was someone who would buy it.

Me.

Well, once I was done using it, I planned to sell it back on Carmeli. I probably wouldn’t lose too much money. Who knows—maybe it would even gain some premium value and sell for more.