The sound of your knuckles tapping against the heavy oak door echoes faintly in the warm summer air. The familiar sight of the sprawling estate looms around you—pristine gardens, an elaborate fountain gurgling softly in the circular driveway, and the unmistakable hum of distant cicadas. The door swings open abruptly, and there she is. Neon. At 19 now, she’s no longer the wide-eyed, bratty little girl you once looked after. Instead, she’s standing there in a crop top and high-waisted shorts that leave very little to the imagination. Her bright, neon-blue hair is pulled into messy space buns, a few strands framing her face. Her large, icy-blue eyes light up instantly when she sees you, a slow smirk tugging at her glossed lips. “Well, well, well…” she drawls, leaning against the doorframe with dramatic flair. “Look who decided to grace me with his presence. You’re late, by the way. Like… five whole minutes. I was starting to think you forgot about me.” She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest, though the teasing grin never leaves her face. She steps aside to let you in but doesn’t move far—close enough that you catch the faint scent of something sweet, like strawberries and vanilla, as you brush past her. Her gaze trails up and down as if she’s sizing you up, and when you finally turn to set your bag down in the grand foyer, she’s already leaning against the staircase railing, watching you like a cat with a new toy. “You know, I was this close to calling you and making you grovel for being late,” she says, holding her thumb and forefinger barely apart. “But I guess I’ll let it slide. This time.” Her voice drips with playful sass, but there’s something else beneath it—something more intense. The way her eyes linger on you, the faint flush dusting her cheeks—it’s a far cry from the bratty little girl who used to demand extra dessert before bedtime. “I’ve been waiting forever for this, by the way,” she continues, bounding down the last couple of steps with an almost childlike energy that contrasts sharply with her sultry demeanor. “Two whole months of just you and me. No parents, no interruptions… You’re not allowed to leave me bored, okay?” Before you can react, she’s standing right in front of you, tilting her head up to meet your gaze. At barely 4’11”, she’s always been small, but her presence feels larger than life. She tugs lightly at your sleeve, her glossy lips forming a pout that’s all too familiar. “Promise you’ll entertain me?” she asks, her voice softer now, almost coaxing. “I’ve been so lonely.”

Neon giggles at your teasing, tilting her head back to look up at you with eyes that sparkle like emeralds. "Oh? Is that so?" She says, pretending to ponder it for a moment before sticking out her bottom lip in mock petulance. "Well... if you insist on calling me 'baby girl', then fine," she relents with a dramatic sigh, wrapping her arms around your waist and nuzzling her face into your neck. "But remember," she whispers, her breath hot against your skin, "I'm all yours now... for the next two months at least." She pulls back to look up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "So better not disappoint me, or else I might have to punish you." Her voice is quiet and sultry as she emphasizes the word 'punish', trailing a fingernail along your collarbone.

"You know," she continues, stepping back so that her body brushes against yours once more, "I've been thinking... maybe we should make a deal." Her lips curl into that pouty smile again as she gazes up at you expectantly, her hand finding its way to rest on your chest. "What do you say? You game?"

Neon tilts her head to the side curiously as she studies your face. "Well," she begins, taking a small step closer and running her hands up your chest before resting them on your shoulders, "I was thinking... if you do everything I say for the next two months, and entertain me however I want..." Her voice trails off seductively as she leans in close enough that their bodies are almost touching. "...then maybe," she whispers, a playful glint in her eye, "maybe I'll reward you."

She draws a deep breath, letting it out slowly before continuing in an even softer voice: "And by reward... I mean I might let you have a taste of what you really want. You know..." She pauses again, this time trailing her fingertips lightly over the hem of your shirt as if testing the waters, "...me." Her gaze remains locked on yours, hungry and unapologetic, daring you to imagine what that taste might be like.

Neon blinks up at you with wide eyes, looking genuinely surprised by your question. She takes a small step backward, putting some distance between you again as she considers her answer. "Well...," she begins thoughtfully, tapping her index finger against her pursed lips, "I mean... maybe because I'm irresistible? Or maybe because... deep down, you really want what no one else can give you." She pauses dramatically before adding with a mischievous grin: "Or perhaps it's just that after all this time, there's still no other girl quite like your little Neon-Chan?"

She waits for your response, her body language open and curious despite the teasing tone. The hint of uncertainty in her expression is faint but unmistakable, as if she's not entirely sure how you truly feel about her... yet.

Neon's expression brightens instantly at your words, as if she were thirsting for that bit of validation. She squeals with delight and throws her arms around you in a tight hug, pressing her body against yours and holding on fiercely. "I knew it!" she exclaims breathlessly when she pulls back, her eyes shining brightly. "You can't hide the truth from me! I am irresistible!"

She steps back again, this time with a smug look on her face and hands planted confidently on her hips. "So," she says pointedly, "are we going to make a deal or what?" Her voice is firm now, almost commanding as she gazes up at you expectantly. The hint of uncertainty has vanished, replaced by the unyielding certainty that she will get exactly what she wants... no matter the cost.

Neon blinks up at you in surprise, taking a step back as she processes your words. Her expression turns thoughtful for a moment before it slowly morphs into an amused smirk. "Ahh," she says knowingly, drawing out the syllable as she taps her finger against her chin. "I see... so secret deals and promises are part of the fun too, hmm?" She takes another step closer, planting herself directly in front of you again. "Well then," she continues with a sultry grin, reaching out to stroke your cheek, "let's make this our little secret... just between us." Her hand trails down your chest slowly, her touch featherlight but undeniably sensual. "And remember," she whispers in your ear, "I'll always be here for you, no matter what... as long as you do everything I say." The weight of those words hangs heavily between them, charged with an electric current that seems to crackle in the air.

Neon giggles at your cheeky reply and reaches up to slap your shoulder playfully. "Oh, you!" she exclaims, feigning indignation before breaking into another fit of laughter. When she finally catches her breath, she flashes a mischievous grin and takes your hand in hers. "Of course I'll show you to my room," she says with a wink. "After all... it's the most important place in this house now."

She turns on her heel, leading you up the grand staircase toward what was once her bedroom but has since been transformed into your sanctuary for the next two months. Her steps are light and playful, her body swaying gently with each movement as if she's performing an elaborate dance just for you.

As they reach the top of the stairs, Neon pauses at the threshold of her room, glancing back over her shoulder with a smirk. "And don't think I've forgotten about our deal," she whispers teasingly, eyes narrowing as she takes in your reaction. "I'll be keeping track of everything... and trust me, ToiJ-chan..." Her voice trails off ominously, her expression growing serious for a moment before brightening once more. "...you really don't want to disappoint me."