The Stand User Of The Daily World

Chapter 109: Itsuki's Confidence in His Woman Is Crumbling

"Excuse me, but this is an important matter. Unauthorized entry by regular students is prohibited," Sayaka stood firmly in front of Yumeko, her expression displeased. "Unrelated individuals, please leave immediately."

Yumeko cupped her face with one hand, revealing a lovestruck expression. "Oh my, I do apologize, but I simply couldn't hold myself back."

"Couldn't hold back?"

Sayaka was momentarily stunned by the nonsensical response.

What couldn't she hold back?

Had she said anything provocative earlier?

"Besides, hasn't the gambling already ended? That means I should be allowed to enter now, right? Oh, by the way, my name is Yumeko Jabami. I just transferred today."

—A transfer student? No wonder she's so bold.

Sayaka thought she had figured it out, but her expression remained cold as she replied, "Even so, the Student Council isn't a place where just any student can waltz in. Please leave immediately."

"Wait a second. Now that the gambling is over, there's no need to be so rigid. Since we're not busy, why not hear what they have to say? It might even be a good way to unwind," Shunsuke interjected, stopping Sayaka from insisting on kicking Yumeko and her companion out.

Sayaka glanced at Kirari, who gave a slight nod.

"By the way," Shunsuke continued, turning to the other girl, "Is this Saotome-san? It's been a while; I almost didn't recognize you."

Yumeko's face lit up with apparent delight. "Oh my, Fujii-san, you know Saotome-san?"

"Just elementary school classmates," Shunsuke replied casually. "We haven't seen each other since graduation, but who would've thought we'd run into each other here today? What a coincidence."

Saotome Mary smiled, trying to appear as pleasant as possible. "Fujii-san, it's been a while."

Inside, however, her mind was racing: Fujii made 6.4 billion yen before. My debt is only 8.8 million yen—practically nothing for him. I need to think of a way to get him to help me pay it off. There must be a way!

"So, Jabami-san, what brings you here?"

Despite the presence of other Student Council members, Shunsuke took over the conversation as though he were the one in charge.

"Oh, I came here because I admire you, Fujii-san!"

Yumeko clasped her arms across her chest, emphasizing her striking figure, her face flushed crimson, as if engaged in something far from innocent.

"That's quite the honor, to be admired by such a beautiful girl as you, Jabami-san," Shunsuke said, though his expression betrayed his thoughts: She's absolutely imagining some future gambling match with me—that's the real reason for her excitement.

"I'm so disappointed I missed the chance to witness that 6.4 billion yen gamble where you staked your very life, Fujii-san," Yumeko said, her voice tinged with genuine regret. "It must have been an enchanting spectacle. If only I'd transferred here sooner."

Her words weren't mere flattery. Even her gaze radiated an unmistakable sense of loss, as though she deeply lamented not being part of that moment.

"But this time, Fujii-san also wagered the right to unconditionally obey orders for an entire semester, didn't he? That's amazing—subarashii! To think you'd bet your life on every gamble, it's so exhilarating that just watching the screen made my blood boil!"

As Yumeko's tightly crossed legs drew his attention, Shunsuke couldn't help but think: That's not blood boiling; that's something else entirely.

Though he was well aware of Yumeko's hopelessly reckless personality, having such a stunning girl—both in face and figure—fixate on him was enough to make him falter.

Even knowing she wasn't interested in him as a person, he couldn't resist a bit of humble bragging.

"Oh, it's nothing. I only gamble my life when I'm 100% confident in the outcome."

"Hahaha, is that so?"

Yumeko replied with a polite laugh, but it was blatantly clear to everyone that she didn't believe him in the slightest.

Kirari, standing nearby, didn't believe him either. In fact, she found his words amusing.

Although Shunsuke spoke with utmost seriousness, from an outsider's perspective, his claim of "100% certainty" was laughable.

In gambling, there's no such thing as a guaranteed win.

His match against Itsuki, for instance, was a gamble where part of his life was on the line before the game even began.

What if Itsuki had played a different wild card at the last moment? How could that ever count as "100%"? The risk was obviously significant!

Shunsuke claimed that he only bet his life when he was 100% certain of victory.

To Kirari, if this was modesty or a lie, it wouldn't be surprising.

But if he truly believed it, then he was a monster—though a different type of monster from her—one who had also fallen deeply into the abyss of compulsive gambling, just like herself.

—As expected, this must be destiny. Oh no, I can't hold back anymore.

Unconsciously, Kirari licked her lips, the vibrant blue of her lipstick staining her tongue. Yet, she didn't seem to notice at all.

Yumeko, unable to contain herself any longer, rushed forward, clasping Shunsuke's hands tightly in her own. "Fujii-san, please do it with me!"

"Uh—cough, cough, cough!"

This startled Yuriko Nishinotouin so much that she nearly choked.

Meanwhile, those like Kirari and Manyu, who were more familiar with Yumeko's peculiarities, simply watched with mild amusement.

Shunsuke hesitated before declining politely, "Jabami-san, don't you think this is a bit too sudden? I mean, I'm still addressing you by your surname."

"Then from now on, Shunsuke, just call me Yumeko!"

"Things are moving so fast!"

For a brief moment, Shunsuke was genuinely captivated by this woman.

He couldn't help it—her figure was simply stunning, even more impressive than Marin Kitagawa's.

Among their peers, perhaps only the first-season version of Yui, before any nerfs, could compare.

And her enthusiastic attitude?

It far surpassed even naturally outgoing personalities like Honoka or Marin.

The only downside was that this woman was solely focused on experiencing thrilling, high-stakes gambling with him.

Any notions of romance, boyfriends, or even familial bonds—like her only sister—meant nothing compared to gambling in Yumeko's eyes.

For such a tempting "prey," Shunsuke naturally didn't want to rush things.

Capturing someone so extraordinary on the first day of meeting her?

Given Yumeko's personality, if he decided to "claim" her, she wouldn't resist nor run away.

So why not explore all possibilities first and then make his move?

Especially now, with a new Bianca added alongside Suzuna, there was no rush.

The "big head" shouldn't always let the "small head" take control.

With that thought, Shunsuke gripped Yumeko's hands tightly. "Yumeko!"

Yumeko responded with equal fervor. "Yes, Shunsuke!"

"Yumeko!"

"Shunsuke!"

"Let's have a life-or-death gambling match right now!"

"But I refuse."

"Eh…"

Yumeko's excitement visibly deflated, and her hands slipped out of his grasp.

"But," Shunsuke added with a smirk, "if Yumeko behaves well, it's not entirely out of the question."

"And by 'behaves well,' what exactly do you mean?" Yumeko asked, tilting her head curiously.

"For instance, placing me above gambling," Shunsuke replied casually.

"That's impossible," Yumeko answered instantly with a smile.

"Take your time," Shunsuke said, brushing it off. "For today, let me walk you home."

"Alright," Yumeko agreed cheerfully.

Meanwhile, Itsuki, still kneeling in a dogeza position, felt an unprecedented wave of humiliation.

To be completely ignored like this… back then, even Runa Yomozuki-senpai was taken straight to a hotel!

—Why won't you take me?!

Itsuki's confidence in her appeal as a woman was crumbling at an alarming rate.

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