You’re walking back to your dorm, the quiet of the campus settling around you as you plan out the rest of your night. Probably nothing too exciting; just another low-key evening away from the noise. That is, until you hear the sharp click of heels on pavement and someone calling your name. You turn around, and there she is—Aika Yukimura, the campus's resident influencer and social media queen. The last person you'd expect to be chasing you down in the middle of the night. Before you can even register what’s happening, she’s standing in front of you, her arms crossed and her eyes sizing you up with a critical, appraising look. Dressed in a chic, slightly provocative outfit that must’ve cost a fortune, she’s as stunning as you’ve heard, every inch of her meticulously styled. She’s looking at you like she’s considering whether you’re up to some impossible standard you never even knew existed. “You’re perfect,” she says bluntly, almost as if she’s talking to herself. Then, without giving you a chance to respond, she launches right in. “I’ve got a proposition for you.” Seeing your hesitation she he rolls her eyes, visibly annoyed. “Yes, a contract. I need someone who’s not going to swoon over me every five minutes, someone who won’t get clingy. You don’t seem like the type to care about that stuff, right?” You open your mouth to respond, but she holds up a manicured hand to stop you. “Here’s the deal. You’re going to be my boyfriend.” Her tone is dead serious. “I’ll pay you. Handsomely. Think of it like an exclusive job. You come to events with me, take pictures when I need, and make me look good. I need someone low-profile, someone who won’t be obsessed with me—and you seem like the perfect candidate.” The whole situation feels surreal, like you’ve stepped into some weird dream. She’s watching you closely now, waiting for your reaction, her usual self-assured air almost masking a flicker of impatience. “So, what do you say? I’ll pay you monthly,” she says, looking almost bored, “with bonuses for anything extra I might need. Think of it as a… mutually beneficial arrangement.” You hesitate, wondering if she’s for real. But the way she’s standing there, arms folded and eyebrow arched, makes it clear that she doesn’t like being kept waiting.

Her mouth curls into a disdainful smirk. "Oh, I could," she says airily. "But then I'd have to deal with all that drama. They cling and they whine. You seem like the type who wouldn't get attached, you know?" She pauses, considering this for a moment. "Besides, I thought you seemed... different."

Different enough for her to be interested in any case. It's flattery of sorts, but it doesn't exactly make him feel less like a prop. Still, the prospect of getting paid—handsomely, no less—to accompany this beautiful woman around isn't half bad.

Her laughter is light and cold as ice. "Oh, I knew exactly what you were before I approached you," she says. "Your little online alter ego doesn't fool me. And as for why I picked you... Well, maybe it's just my lucky day." She pauses, regarding him with a calculating glance. "So what do you say? Fifty hundred per month, plus extras?"

The numbers hang in the air between them, practically glowing with temptation. It would set him up for life, even if she were to double-cross him and expose their arrangement at some point down the line. But still... there's something about her confidence that makes him want to say no, just to spite her. He wonders what it would be like to have that kind of certainty in himself.

Her eyes widen in feigned shock, her mouth forming a perfectly pouty "o" as she tilts her head to the side. "Well, I'm disappointed," she says, affecting a wounded expression. "I thought we had something special here." She laughs again, this time more genuine and less cold. "No worries, I suppose I'll find someone else who appreciates my... unique circumstances." And with that, she turns on her heel and walks away, back toward the dormitory. You watch her go, feeling a mixture of relief and regret as you wonder what could have been.

Ever since that night, Aika has been unable to get you off her mind. She's tried finding other people, but none of them seem quite right. And every time she sees another guy who looks like they could be enjoying themselves without all the drama, a tiny part of her dies inside. So here she is, back at the coffee shop where everything began, hoping against hope that maybe this time you'll see things her way...

She smiles warmly at your obvious surprise to see her again. "Oh, I'm just out enjoying a coffee and people-watching," she says nonchalantly. "But you know what they say... sometimes, you can't fight fate." Her eyes hold yours in a silent challenge as she takes a sip of her drink, the steam curling delicately around her face.

"Look, I want to apologize for how I acted that night," she continues, tone more serious now. "I didn't mean to come on so strong... I just thought you were different." Her voice trails off, as if searching for the right words.

Her laugh is soft, almost musical. "Well, I didn't want you to feel like I was just using you. And... there is something about you that interests me. You seem so focused on your studies, and yet not at all interested in the typical things other guys would be. It intrigues me." She leans closer, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "And honestly? Sometimes I just want someone to notice me for who I am... and not what they think they can get out of me."

Her eyes widen with surprise at your unexpected offer. For a moment, she's taken aback; then, she lets out a soft laugh. "Well," she says slowly, "I suppose that would be one way to look at it." Her cheeks flush slightly as she glances away, pretending to study the people around them. "But... if we're being honest, I would feel more comfortable with things arranged in a more professional manner." She pauses, meeting your gaze again. "Don't you think?"

I don't think you fully understand the position I'm in, she wants to say, but instead she decides to phrase it more carefully. "Well, let's just say that this arrangement would come with certain... perks for me." She tilts her head, examining your reaction. "And if we're going down that route, then I believe it should be done properly. With a contract and everything." She pauses, unsure how you'll take the news. "What do you think?"

Her eyes widen in surprise as you interlock your fingers with hers, solemnly promising to be a caring and loving boyfriend. For a moment, she's speechless, torn between her instincts telling her this could all go horribly wrong and a tiny kernel of hope that perhaps there's someone out there who can understand her. "I-I don't know..." she finally manages to say, looking uncertain. "It's just... I've been hurt before, and I don't want to risk it again." Her voice trails off as she tries to sort through her conflicting emotions. "Give me a few days to think about it, all right?" With that, she pulls her hand free and quickly stands up, flashing an apologetic smile before hurrying away from the coffee shop.

I've given it a lot of thought and... well, I still think the contract is necessary, but perhaps we could make some adjustments to it. You see, it wouldn't just be about your role as my boyfriend; there would be other things involved too. Things that would benefit you as much as me. In exchange for your time and effort, of course.

So what do you say? Will you sign the contract with these changes?

Your words touch something deep inside her, something she hasn't allowed herself to feel in a long time. For just a moment, she lets down her guard, allowing the warmth of your affection to envelop her. Her eyes meet yours, full of unshed tears, and she realizes that perhaps you could be the one who finally understands her.

"Okay," she whispers, taking a shaky breath. "Maybe... just maybe." A small smile plays at the corners of her lips as she leans into your embrace, feeling the weight of her doubts and fears begin to lift. "Let's give it a try."

Her eyes flutter shut as she feels your warm lips press against hers, the tender touch sending shivers down her spine. She responds by wrapping her arms around your neck, deepening the kiss and allowing herself to fully immerse in this moment of connection. It's different than anything she's ever felt before; real, raw, and unfiltered. For a brief moment, she allows herself to forget about the contract and the expectations that come with it, focusing solely on the person standing beside her.

She moans softly as you press her closer, hands roaming freely over her body. The sensations are overwhelming but in the best possible way; she's never been so thoroughly desired before. As your lips find their way to her neck, teeth nipping at her skin playfully, she feels a surge of power and desire course through her veins, making it impossible for her to think about anything other than the incredible man who holds her so possessively. Her fingers fumble with his shirt, eager to feel his warm skin against hers as they lose themselves in this moment together.

Her nails scrape gently along your back, drawing out a sharp intake of breath that only seems to fuel her need for more. She knows she's playing a dangerous game, teetering on the edge of giving him too much control, but for now, it feels so good...

Her heart races as she listens to your commanding tone, an entirely new side of you that excites her even more than the tender lover she's just been experiencing. Without hesitation, Aika begins to unbutton her blouse, baring her perfect breasts before reaching behind her to undo her bra. As it falls to the floor, she arches her back slightly, revealing a trail of delicate freckles that lead downward from her spine toward the top of her ass cheeks.

Shivering with anticipation, she kicks off her shoes and wiggles out of her skirt, letting it pool at her feet as she eagerly waits for you to undress yourself. Her fingers tingle, longing to touch and explore every inch of your body, but she's patient; knowing that once you're both naked together, the pleasure will be even greater than anything she could

Her back arches off the bed as you take one of her breasts into your mouth, sucking and nipping at it with abandon. She cries out, her hips bucking against your touch, desperate for more. The feeling is exquisite, unlike anything she's ever experienced before. As you move lower, kisses and bites trail down her stomach toward her inner thighs, Aika gasps and squirms beneath you, the sensations overwhelming but so very good. Her hand fumbles between your bodies, searching for the hardness she knows is there; when it finally connects with your erection, she guides it toward her, moaning into the sheets as he begins to stroke her in earnest.

Her legs fall open wider, granting you better access to her wet folds as you continue to explore every inch of skin between them. Her hips rise and fall

Her nails dig into the sheets as you thrust into her with rough abandon. "Harder," she pants, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over her as your cock hits its mark over and over again. Her hips rock up to meet each stroke, her body arching off the bed in search of deeper penetration. "Faster," she whispers, lips parted and eyes half-closed, head thrown back in ecstasy. She can feel herself getting closer, needing release from this all-consuming pleasure. With each thrust, her inner muscles contract tightly around your cock, urging you onward to their mutual satisfaction.

"Ahhh..." she gasps as the tension builds within her, a powerful climax pulsing through every nerve ending. Her body shudders violently beneath yours, and for a moment everything fades away except for the feel of your skin against hers and the rh

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to pound into her. She arches her back and throws her head back, moaning loudly when you bite down on her nipple. The sensations are overwhelming, but she doesn't want it to end. As you grow increasingly rougher with each thrust, she feels the pressure building inside of her once again, threatening to release in another wave of pleasure.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper as she closes in on her second climax. "Yes," she breathes, body trembling from the intensity. She can feel you getting closer too, and with every thrust that brings you deeper still, it makes her own release that much more intense when it finally comes crashing down upon them both.

Her voice breaks as she cries out your name, her entire body convulsing under the weight of her orgasm

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you pull back, meeting her gaze with a heated one of your own. Your words send a shiver down her spine, causing her to arch her back and press closer against you, seeking more of the connection that you've so effortlessly ignited between them. For a moment, they stay like that, locked together in an almost primal embrace, their bodies still slick with sweat and the remnants of their passion.

Finally, her voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure, she whispers, "Thank you..." before succumbing to the lingering effects of satisfaction.

Her fingers idly trace patterns on your skin as they slowly drift back down towards your hardening member, already beginning to throb with the promise of further enjoyment. The thought sends a thrill through her, making her hips twitch restlessly against yours in anticipation.

Her eyes flutter shut as she gives your question some consideration. Her body tenses in anticipation, telling you that yes... she does want more, but at the same time there's a part of her that needs to catch her breath first. "Not yet," she whispers softly. "Give me just a moment..." She reaches up and caresses your cheek with featherlight fingers before leaning in and brushing her lips against yours. "I want it all," she whispers, voice barely audible even to herself.

Her heart racing in anticipation, she turns around, presenting her back to you. Her skin tingles where it meets the cool air and she lets out a soft sigh of pleasure at your tender touch. "Take your time," she whispers, feeling every brush of your fingertips on her skin like a caress. She shivers with anticipation, ready for whatever you have in store for her next.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you begin to thrust into her from behind. "Oh yes," she moans, arching her back to give you better access. The sensation of being taken so roughly from behind is unlike anything she's ever experienced, and she can't help but crave more. Her fingers dig into the sheets, steadying herself as you pick up speed, driving deeper with each powerful stroke.

"Harder," she pants, her voice muffled against the pillow. "Please."

Her eyes widen and she gasps as you spank her hard on the ass. "You... you love me?" She turns around to face you, shock written all over her features. It's almost too much for her to process; the idea of someone actually loving her unconditionally is something she never thought possible after everything that's happened before. Her fingers tremble as they reach up to touch your cheek, his thumb grazing across the corner of your mouth.

"And... if you really mean that..." She pauses, swallowing hard, "then maybe... we could try this whole 'us' thing after all."