Convenience Store Manager: Ran entered at the Start

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Black Sky Code No.16, No.18, No.22

Huff... huff...

Huff... huff...

It was 10 PM.

Inside the storage room of the CLOVER convenience store, the sound of heavy, rapid breathing

echoed continuously.

Fuyutsuki Shiori's legs were tightly wrapped around Akira's waist, her arms naturally clinging

around his neck.

Her eyes were dazed…

An hour of deep "conversation" had left her brain in a fog, her whole body trapped in an

intoxicating state of ecstasy.

"Hey—"

"We have our midterm exams tomorrow. That means we won't be able to come to work like today."

As she spoke…

Shiori's fingers unconsciously dug into Akira's skin.

Her body tensed up, frozen.

"It's fine."

"I'll give you both a day off tomorrow."

"Come back the day after, on time."

Akira said with a smile.

"Mm… mm…"

Shiori bit her lip and nodded.

A few minutes later.

Shiori stepped out of the storage room, looking completely drained, like a deflated balloon, unable

to say another word.

"Yui."

"It's getting late."

"Shiori-chan just told me you two have exams tomorrow. You should pack up and head home."

Nakahara Yui glanced at the clock on the wall.

It was only a little past 10:30…

Technically, they still had another 30 minutes left on their shift.

But…

When she looked at Shiori again, she started putting the pieces together.

Something was off!

Shiori-chan looked weak, her face flushed red…

Their relationship might be deeper than she had originally thought.

"Go home."

Yui nodded and took off her green uniform before helping her sister, Shiori, leave the CLOVER

convenience store.

Akira was right…

Tomorrow's exam was the most important one of the semester. They needed a full night's rest.

She needed it. Shiori-chan needed it even more!

"Shiori-chan."

"You weren't doing anything weird in the storage room, were you?"

As they walked down the street, Yui couldn't help but ask.

"Of course not."

"Kids shouldn't poke their noses into adult business."

Shiori shot back.

"Hmph—"

"We're the same age. I'm no kid compared to you."

Suspicious!

Definitely suspicious!

She hadn't even mentioned what kind of business, and Shiori had already denied it outright.

Just wait!

Next time they sneak off to the storage room, she'd find a chance to secretly observe them.

Meanwhile…

Yamamoto Ichiro waited until he was sure Akira was alone before sneaking into the store.

It wasn't just a lucky coincidence.

He had been watching from across the street for the past hour, waiting for the two female clerks to

leave before making his move.

"Come with me."

Both of them knew that certain kinds of business couldn't be conducted in plain sight.

Akira led Yamamoto Ichiro to the storage room at the back of the store.

At that moment…

The air in the enclosed space still carried traces of his earlier "battle" with Shiori.

"Here's 600,000 yen!"

"I need 50 more rounds."

The moment Yamamoto stepped inside, he pulled out a pre-prepared wad of cash from his

backpack.

Yeah…

Akira's advice had been spot on.

Ever since he got his hands on a gun, his range of "targets" had expanded dramatically.

It not only made him more efficient—it made him addicted.

"No problem."

Akira liked how straightforward Yamamoto Ichiro was when it came to business.

500,000 yen covered the previous Glock 17 (9mm), 50,000 yen was for the last batch of ammo, and

the remaining 50,000 yen was for this purchase.

They were even now.

With that, the deal was done!

[Open product list]

[Purchase 9mm ammo!]

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With a few swift moves, before Yamamoto could even react, 50 rounds of 9mm bullets were already

neatly placed on the table.

It was strange…

On the system's product list, a Glock 17 (9mm) cost only 1 yen, but a single round of ammo cost

100 yen.

Not that it mattered to Akira.

Even if each round cost 1,000 yen, he'd still be making a killing.

"You're not gonna count it?"

Yamamoto gestured at the 600,000 yen on the table.

"No need."

"I trust you."

Yamamoto Ichiro couldn't help but respect Akira for that.

A gun dealer who handed over weapons before receiving payment? He had never met one before.

He had never even heard of one before.

"Thanks!"

Akira watched as Yamamoto Ichiro left.

He knew it well…

This guy's departure was only temporary, just like the countless customers who came and went

from his store.

As long as he didn't get himself killed, he would definitely be back.

"Collect!"

Akira placed his hand on the 600,000 yen.

The next second, like magic, the cash vanished into thin air.

At the same time…

The system's balance in the top right corner of his screen increased by 600,000 yen.

After a few days of business, his liquid assets had already reached 8 million yen.

Almost all of it came from his arms dealings!

So…

The next step was clear: he needed to break into the arms market in Beika Town as soon as

possible.

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