I Can Use Filthy Game Currency In The Real World
Chapter 70: Not The Model I Expected

Chapter 70: Not The Model I Expected

"Here goes!" I took a deep breath and spun the gacha.

Anything would do, but if I’m being real, the Transparent one-piece stockings were calling my name. I pictured Emma lying in front of me, wearing nothing but those Transparent one-piece stockings.

Gulp—

The second I swallowed hard, the item popped up.

〈Ding! You’ve obtained the ’Transparent one-piece stockings’ item!〉

"Yes!!" I cheered like crazy. Moments like this—when you get exactly what you wanted—always feel amazing.

〈Would you like to start the quest with the ’Transparent one-piece stockings’ item?〉

I hit the start right away.

....

The scene felt familiar.

It was the same place I’d been a few hours ago. I was standing in front of my school’s main gate.

"Hmmm." Seeing such a familiar spot gave me a sudden boost of confidence. I knew this place inside out, and since the quest target was someone I recognized, I figured this might be a little easier.

I quickly took stock of my surroundings and myself.

From doing the Hailey quest, I’d learned that B-rank quests and above got way more detailed and immersive. The sooner I figured out who I was and what my connection to Emma was, the better off I’d be.

"Hmm." But right now, I had no way of knowing.

When I checked my phone, there was nothing special, no clues, no office setting. I was just standing there at the school gate.

"Hey, you’re here?"

"Huh?" I was messing with my phone, wondering if I was a worker or a student, when a girl’s voice cut through my thoughts.

I looked up instinctively toward the sound. It was Emma.

Long, slightly wavy hair with thick bangs covering her eyebrows. Her face was the kind of perfect harmony you’d just call "pretty." Even her face was small.

But her body added another layer to her charm.

Her height and chest stood out clearly under a white blouse, making their presence known. And those white legs stretching out from under a miniskirt, not too short, not too long, were impossible to ignore.

Gulp—

I swallowed hard again the moment I saw her. Meeting Emma in person, she was even prettier than I’d expected. Is this what it feels like to see a pretty model like girl up close?

"Uh? What’s wrong? Did you ask me something?"

"Oh... uh, no! Just—haha."

"Huh? Manager, why’re you suddenly acting so formal?"

"Manager...?"

"Hmm?" Emma tilted her head and gave me a weird look.

From her reaction, I figured I wasn’t a student. She’d called me "Manager," so I must have some kind of job title tied to her.

"Uh... how about we go inside and talk?"

"Sure! Wanna hit up that café we went to last time?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

She said it so casually, and I just nodded, trailing slightly behind her. I had no clue where ’last time’s café’ was, and I still didn’t know what our relationship was, which made me feel even more on edge.

"Well, this isn’t gonna be a walk in the park." Since I didn’t know my connection to Emma, I couldn’t just blab whatever came to mind. If I said something odd for no reason, it might raise red flags, and I didn’t want to mess this up.

I was hoping she’d say something first and drop some hints, but she just kept walking without a word.

"If we’re heading this way..." Luckily, I knew the area like the back of my hand, so I could guess where we were going based on the direction.

It had to be that café tucked away in an alley corner only school locals knew about. Quiet, not too crowded, perfect for working or chatting in peace.

Step, step—

We kept walking in silence. The farther we went, the more obvious it became that we were headed to the café I’d guessed. Knowing the destination calmed me down a bit.

Right as we got close to the café, Emma finally spoke up.

"So."

"Yeah?"

"Your real face doesn’t show up anywhere, right? I did a little digging and saw tons of pics online with people’s faces plastered all over shopping sites."

"Uh..." It was just one word, but it carried a ton of info.

"Real face doesn’t show up," "shopping sites," "did some digging."

"Of course! We’re not that easy to fool."

"Hmm." A lightbulb went off. I was some kind of employee for a company trying to hire Emma as a model, probably for a shopping site, though I wasn’t sure what kind.

"Let’s head in and talk more!"

"Got it." Emma’s voice had this weirdly excited edge to it. She was famous around school and apparently gearing up to debut as a real model.

And just like that, we stepped into the empty café together.

"Uh... huh." I’d made up my mind to stay calm no matter what happened, but this caught me way more off guard than I’d expected.

’Is this quest supposed to be hard or easy?’

Emma, the model with a flawless face and body, was an underwear model.

From the quick chat we had before stepping into the café, I’d guessed she might be a model for some shopping site. But it turned out she was a way more unique kind of model than I’d imagined.

"Manager?"

"Oh, uh—sorry. I zoned out for a sec, thinking about something else."

"Pfft. Focus, will you?" Emma pouted her lips as she spoke, and it was honestly adorable. I snapped myself back to attention fast.

’If she’s an underwear model, that’s pretty cool, right?’

"So... have you decided? Are you gonna do it?"

"...Yes!"

"Cool. Then next time, uh—okay, I’ll bring the contract."

"Phew. Sure." When I brought up the contract, Emma let out a little sigh, her head dipping slightly as she trembled.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if she’d actually bring a contract to our next meeting, but she just blurted it out and rolled with it.

Either way, if she wanted to model, she’d have to sign something eventually.

"But why are you so into modeling anyway?"

"Huh?"

"No, I’m just curious. It’s not even like I’m from the modeling department or anything. It just kinda came up out of nowhere, you know?"

"...You know what department I’m in?"

"Uh..."

She looked puzzled for a second, but I kept my cool and answered.