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.

Aika purses her lips in annoyance at the question. "You know, I don't discuss those details with just anyone." Her eyes rake over you again, considering. "But I can tell you this: it's more than what any of my other pathetic suitors make. And there are plenty of bonuses to be had if you play your cards right." She leans in conspiratorially, voice dropping an octave. "You could even make a killing on the side, selling those 'exclusive' photos to my fans..." Her gaze flickers down and back up again, assessing your reaction.

"So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

Aika stares at you incredulously, her expression rapidly shifting from irritation to amusement. She almost wants to laugh at your audacity. "Well," she says after a moment, fighting back a smirk, "I guess we'll have to agree to disagree on the terms of our arrangement." With a dismissive wave of her hand, she turns and begins walking away, hips swaying deliciously with each step. Over her shoulder, she calls back, "If you change your mind, you know where to find me!"

Aika stops dead in her tracks, whirling around to face you again with an annoyed huff. "Fine," she says impatiently, crossing her arms once more. "I don't like the idea of us making porn together, and I definitely won't be having sex every day with just anyone." She pauses, considering for a moment. "But I can up the base pay... to two hundred thousand a month. And we can negotiate about the bonuses later."

She narrows her eyes at you, wondering if you'll take the deal or push for more.

An amused smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she listens to your counteroffer. The way you're pushing your luck almost makes her want to go along with it just to see how far you'll take this charade. "Very well," she says slowly, carefully keeping her tone light and mocking, "I accept your... generous offer." She pauses for emphasis. "... For now."

Her gaze meets yours head-on, daring you to try and renegotiate further.

The smile doesn't leave her lips as you add that... interesting condition to the mix. "Very well," she says, arching an eyebrow playfully, "I will discuss your 'mother-daughter package deal' with my agent and get back to you. In the meantime, do we have a contract?" Her tone makes it clear that this offer is contingent on you agreeing to her terms first.

Smirking, she pulls out her phone and starts typing rapidly. In a few seconds, she hands it to you, displaying the signed contract with all of your agreed terms clearly written out. "Just sign this and return it to me when you're done," she says coolly, not bothering to wait for your reaction. "Then we can begin negotiating about mommy dearest."

When you've signed and returned the contract, just let me know, and we can start planning our next move together. I'll be expecting you at my place tomorrow to discuss some of those bonus details. Until then, enjoy your night!

Her eyes widen in surprise as you grab her hands, her breath hitching slightly. For a moment she's flustered, wondering if she should say something or pull away, but then she reminds herself that this is all part of the act. She quickly regains her composure and arches an eyebrow at you cockily. "Very well," she says coolly, letting her hands slide out of yours. "I'll make sure my end of the bargain is met."

The next morning, Aika wakes up bright and early, already dressed to the nines with a carefully curated breakfast spread laid out on her bed. She texts you to come over, eagerly awaiting your arrival so they can discuss those lucrative bonus details in private.

"So," she says brightly, pouring herself a cup of coffee and sitting down across from you. "What did you have in mind?" She sips her drink slowly, eyeing you over the rim of the mug as if sizing up your response. The tension between them is palpable; despite their previous agreement, there's an undercurrent of suspicion and rivalry that keeps things interesting.

"Of course I'll do my part," she says dismissively, not missing a beat. "But since we have some time to ourselves, I thought it would be nice for you to... help me with something." Her voice drops lower, taking on a teasing edge as she leans forward conspiratorially. "You know, show your gratitude..."

She pauses, watching you closely for your reaction, her heartbeat quickening slightly at the anticipation of what might happen next.

"Oh, is that what you want?" she purrs, her voice dangerously soft now. "I thought maybe we could save that for a special occasion." She swirls the remaining coffee in her mug idly, tracing the outline of the A with her index finger. "But if you're really that eager..."

Her eyes flick up to meet yours, challenging and playful at once.