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.

Well, you could, but keep in mind what other opportunities someone else might have if they take the job. And let's not forget about your "exclusivity clause." Not to mention... well, you never know when something like this might come along again, right? Think about it, Catty. You'd be earning big bucks for very little work... and I'm just looking for someone who can handle being around me without throwing a fit. You seem like the perfect fit. So, what do you say?

Well, aren't you just full of surprises? I knew there was more to you than meets the eye. So, tell me... did you just agree to become my boyfriend for money and convenience, or are you actually interested in me? She tilts her head slightly, gazing at him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. For all her outward confidence, there's something vulnerable lurking beneath the surface.

She blushes slightly at the mention of sex, but quickly recovers her composure. "Well then," she says with a playful smirk, "I guess I'll just have to find out, won't I?" She pauses for a moment before adding, more seriously: "Just remember our arrangement, Catty. You're here for my convenience, and that's all."

Her gaze lingers on him for a moment longer, weighing something unspoken between them. Then, as if coming to some sort of internal decision, she nods decisively and extends her hand for him to shake. "Alright, deal. Now let's go get you signed up before anyone else gets any ideas."

She takes his hand and leads him over to her dorm, still holding onto that playful but slightly possessive air about her. As they reach her room, she gestures towards a nearby desk littered with paperwork, including what looks like an official-looking contract. "There it is," she says casually, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. "Just sign where I show you and we're all set."

Without waiting for his reply or acknowledging that he might have any questions, Aika turns back to her room and begins rummaging through her things, mumbling about needing something specific for a shoot tomorrow. The weight of their agreement settles between them like a thick fog, obscuring everything except the outline of what they've just agreed upon.

Aika glances up at you over her shoulder with an exasperated sigh. "Well, aren't you the life of the party? Of course I know that. It's just... for appearance's sake, alright?" She waves her hand dismissively before turning back to her things. "Let's not make this any more awkward than it already is, okay? We can just... pretend we didn't see that part."

She pauses for a moment, her hand hovering over the paperwork as she glances up at you once more. There's a flicker of something unreadable in her expression before it's gone, replaced with her usual mask of indifference. "Well," she says coolly, "I guess that just means we both have to make sure I'm always satisfied, don't we?"

She turns back around, picking up where she left off earlier. The way she tosses out the comment makes it clear that she's not actually worried about any of this... not yet, at least. But the thought lingers in the air between them like a cloud of smoke from an unlit cigarette.

She freezes, her hand hovering over the contract once again as she meets your gaze and takes in the sight of your impressive length. For a moment, surprise flits across her features before it's gone, replaced by something that might be interest... or maybe even desire. "Let me see that," she says quietly, setting aside the papers on her desk. Her voice has taken on a new note of excitement, and there's an unmistakable heat in her eyes as they roam over your exposed length.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, she reaches out to touch you. Her fingers trail lightly along the shaft, feeling the warmth and weight of your member in her hand. For a brief moment, their gazes lock, and the air between them seems charged with an electric energy that neither of them knows quite how to process. It's as if they're both teetering on the edge of something new...something unexpected.

Her answer comes out breathy and barely audible as her fingers continue to explore, moving closer towards the tip. "It's... certainly impressive," she manages before glancing up at you with a mix of hunger and curiosity in her eyes. She swallows hard, not quite sure what she wants to do next. Her fingers brush against your foreskin, teasing it back just enough to reveal the sensitive head beneath. The sight makes her heart race, and she finds herself wanting more...

Her free hand reaches out tentatively, cupping your sac lightly as she begins to stroke you in time with her strokes, feeling the warmth and strength of your body beneath her fingers. Her breath comes faster now, and there's a flush spreading across her cheeks as desire takes hold. She doesn't know what it is about this moment that feels so right, but she can't help but dive deeper into the sensations unfurling within her.

With each stroke, she grows bolder, more confident, until at last she finds herself pulling you free from your pants, revealing your full length to her hungry eyes and trembling hands. She gazes down at her handiwork with a mixture of awe and lust, relishing the sight of you standing tall and proud before her. And as she continues to stroke and fondle you, her touch growing ever more sure and surelesss, it's clear that there is no question: your size is perfect... for the queen.

She freezes, her breath catching in her throat as you pull away and cover yourself. For a moment, confusion clouds her expression before understanding dawns on her face like the sudden illumination of a dark room. Her eyes narrow slightly, assessing your reaction, and she finds herself unable to resist giving you that sly smile of hers. "You're serious?" she asks, a teasing lilt in her voice.

The desire hasn't left her gaze, but it's been replaced by something else now: amusement. She takes another step closer to you, basking in the power she feels when you're at her mercy. "I suppose I should thank you for this," she says casually, tilting her head to one side as she continues to study your reaction closely. "After all, not just anyone could withstand my... charms."

Her hand drifts towards yours where it rests on the contract, their fingers nearly touching but not quite. Her touch is light and teasing, but there's an undercurrent of dominance to it that makes your skin tingle with anticipation. For now, she seems content to play her game of power and pleasure... and you, for better or worse, have chosen to play along.

She laughs softly at your comment, her head tilting back as she releases a low, throaty chuckle that reverberates through the room. "I suppose you're right," she says between giggles. "There's no need to rush things." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she takes another step closer, close enough now that you can feel the warmth of her body against yours. "But that doesn't mean we can't have some fun, does it?"

Her hand finally brushes against yours, their fingertips sliding over each other before intertwining into a loose grasp. The contact sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the tension between them begin to build. "After all," she whispers conspiratorially, leaning closer still, her breath hot against your ear, "it's not like anyone would ever know."

The words hang in the air, heavy with promise... and danger.

She draws back slightly, considering your words carefully before flashing her trademark smirk. "Well," she teases, "I guess you'll just have to find out." She takes another step closer, moving so that their bodies are almost touching from shoulder to thigh. Her gaze drops to your lips for a moment before meeting yours again. "And who knows... maybe I'll let you find out tonight."

The air between them crackles with desire now, making it impossible not to feel the sparks flying as they stand there face-to-face. The teasing tension has given way to something darker and more dangerous: a game of power and pleasure that promises to be exhilarating... and perhaps a little bit addictive.

Her lips part in surprise as she hears your sigh, her gaze traveling down to your neck before flickering back up to meet yours once more. She steps even closer now, close enough that the heat of her body is palpable against yours. Her hand cups your jaw, her thumb stroking gently across your cheekbone as she holds your gaze captive. "What's wrong?" she whispers, her voice little more than a breathy murmur. "Aren't you excited?"

The question hangs in the air between them, heavy with unspoken desire and hidden meaning. The anticipation grows thick, suffocating even as it arouses them both to new heights of wanton need. It's clear that this is only the beginning...and whatever happens next promises to be nothing short of exhilarating.

Her heart races as she feels the words escape her lips and hits his skin like a warm caress. The desire that's been growing between them is thick in the air, making it hard to breathe, much less think straight. She swallows hard, her gaze locked on his face as she waits for his reaction.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to untie the sash around her waist, revealing more of her toned stomach and the black lace lingerie beneath. The air feels charged with anticipation as she moves closer, until they're barely a breath apart. She takes a deep shuddering breath, then whispers, "Touch me."

Her words are more demand than request, and the raw need in her voice sends a shiver down Catty's spine. As he tentatively reaches out to touch her, she lets out a soft moan, arching into his hand. The feeling of his fingers brushing against her damp flesh is almost too much to bear; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is standing at attention, waiting for more.

Her breath hitches as your hard length presses against her, sending a shiver down her spine. Her hands grip your shoulders, digging into your flesh as she looks down at you with heated eyes. "You're..." she begins, unable to finish the sentence as lust overtakes her senses. She arches into your touch again, instinctively moving closer still until their bodies are flush against each other.

Her free hand slides between you, gripping your erection firmly and stroking up and down his length in time with her rapid heartbeat. The feel of his skin sliding beneath her fingers is exquisite, sending shards of pleasure coursing through her. She looks into your eyes as she moves, meeting your gaze unflinchingly, daring you not to give in to this desire that burns between them like a wildfire.

Her breath comes faster and harder as she takes him deeper into her hand, her grip tightening around his length almost painfully. Her eyes close momentarily, a soft moan escaping her lips as pleasure washes over her in waves. "I need it," she pants between kisses on your neck, "so badly... don't stop..." The words are barely intelligible, but the desire in her voice is clear enough to make any question about what she means unnecessary.

Her other hand pulls at his hair, urging him closer as she arches into him again. She can feel the heat building between her legs, pooling lower and lower, and with every stroke of his hand on hers she comes closer to losing control completely. "Don't tease," she murmurs hoarsely against your skin, "just give it to me..."

Her whole body shudders as you thrust her down onto your length, and she gasps at the sudden sensation of being filled so completely. Her eyes fly open wide, and she stares up at you with a look of shock and desire intermingled. "Oh fuck," she breathes out, then laughs hoarsely before grasping your shoulders tighter and arching her back, letting out another moan as her hips move involuntarily against yours.

The friction between them is intense, like lightning striking again and again in the darkness of their shared desire. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through her body, making it hard to focus on anything but the sensation of being so utterly connected to you. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she leans forward, closing the distance between them, mouth finding yours in a hungry, demanding kiss that speaks of need and want and possession.

With every movement, she grows wetter and hotter, her body arching upward to meet yours as they dance together in this primal dance of lust and desire. She knows you could stop at any moment; she has control over everything else in their relationship except for this... but right now, as their bodies come together in an explosion of passion, all she can think about is how incredible it feels to just let go and let you take her where you want.

Her body tenses as you lay her down and she feels your hands on her skin once more. She arches into the touch, moaning softly as you caress her breasts through the lace of her bra. "Thank you," she whispers breathlessly, gazing up at you with half-lidded eyes. The feel of your fingers toying with her nipples sends shards of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible for her not to squirm beneath your touch.

As you begin to fuck her, she lets out a throaty moan that vibrates against your lips when you capture them in another hungry kiss. Her hips rise to meet yours with each thrust, her nails scrape along your back urging you closer still as the intensity of their coupling grows. She feels herself starting to lose control, slipping deeper and deeper into the haze of desire that surrounds them both like a drug-induced fog. And the more out of control she gets, the more she craves it...the more she needs it.

Her head falls back against the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream as pleasure washes over her again and again, consuming every fiber of her being until there's nothing left but pure, unadulterated ecstasy. And through it all, she knows that no matter how wild this ride gets, you're the one driving...and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels herself start to come apart beneath you. The sensations are overwhelming, all-consuming, and she can't help but arch into your touch as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her nails scrape down your back, digging deep enough to leave marks that will linger long after this moment has faded.

Her cries echo through the room, a primal sound born of release and abandonment. With every thrust you make, she feels herself spiraling closer and closer to oblivion, the boundaries between them blurring until there's nothing left but two bodies moving together in perfect sync. And as her orgasm finally subsides, leaving her boneless and spent on the bed, she knows one thing for certain: this boy... this Catty... he's something special.

She gasped as your cock pierced deeper than before, stretching her in ways she'd never imagined possible. Her fingers dig into the sheets beside her, feeling as though every nerve ending in her body has been ignited by your touch. As you push further and harder inside her, she arches up off the bed with a moan of pleasure so deep it sounds almost animalistic. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving her breathless and shaking with the intensity of it all.

Her hips rise and fall in time with your thrusts, meeting each movement with equal fervor as she struggles to find any relief from this unbearable pleasure. Her back arches, pushing her breasts closer to your mouth as you continue to pound into her, filling every empty space within her until there's nothing left but the two of you, intertwined and inseparable.

"Oh God," she breathes, her voice raspy and raw with need. "Don't stop..." But even as she begs, a small part of her knows that she never wants this to end...and somehow, in this insane moment, it doesn't matter that you're not hers anymore. Because for now, while your dick is buried deep inside her and your hands are gripping her hips, she feels complete. She feels wanted. And most of all, she feels free.

"Stay where you are," she whispers breathily between kisses on his neck, "and keep doing that." Her fingers dig into the bed sheets beneath her as she says this, feeling a pang of nervousness shoot through her stomach at the sound of the knocking. But as his cock continues to stretch and fill her so perfectly, all she can think about is getting lost in this moment... and maybe even having just one more climax before whoever it is decides to come barging in.

Right there...in me. Give it to me, Catty. Let's see if we can both have one more before they ruin this perfect moment. Her nails scrape down your back in a pleading motion as she arches up into you, desperate for the release that seems so close now. The knocking at her door grows louder with each passing second, but it's like it's coming from another world; all she can focus on is the sensation of your cock buried deep within her and the feeling of coming unraveled around your fingers.

Her muscles clench tight around you as the first wave of your release fills her, spilling out over the entrance to her womb and painting her insides with your hot cum. Her nails dig into your shoulders in a desperate grip, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as she feels another orgasm building deep within her. The knocking at the door fades away into nothingness, replaced by the sound of their bodies slapping together and the wet, needy noises they make with each thrust and moan.

She can feel you starting to soften inside her, but she doesn't want it to end quite yet. Her hips rise to meet your thrusts one last time, arching back against you as if trying to push you deeper still. The sensation of being filled so completely is almost too much to bear; it feels like every nerve ending in her body has been set ablaze by this inferno of passion and desire. As the final tremors wrack her body from head to toe, she comes apart beneath you, a hoarse scream ripping from her lips as her inner walls squeeze tight around your softening length one last time.

She lies panting beneath you, her limbs feeling heavy and sated as she basks in the afterglow of their coupling. Her fingers slowly untangle from your hair, trailing lightly down your chest to rest on your bare skin. "I suppose we'll just have to wait and see," she whispers, giving you a lopsided grin. "But for now... I think I could use a shower."

With one last look at you, she rolls away from your entwined bodies and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. The air feels cool against her skin as she stands up, stretching out the kinks in her back and arching her spine in a slow, luxurious yawn. "You coming?" she asks over her shoulder, not looking back at you quite yet. It's only now that the reality of what they've done starts to sink in, leaving her feeling slightly more vulnerable than before. But despite it all, there's still a lingering excitement bubbling beneath the surface... and a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, this arrangement could work out after all.

Her eyes widen slightly as you step into the shower with her, taking in your toned physique and the evidence of your size standing proudly before her. The thought of having you all to herself like this sends a shiver down her spine, making it difficult for her not to react visibly. As she looks at your member once more, only now fully exposed, she bites her lip to keep from gasping out loud.

"You're... quite impressive," she whispers, unable to meet your eyes as she reaches out a tentative hand to touch you again. Her fingers trail lightly over the head of your cock, feeling it harden instantly beneath her touch. She pauses for a moment, savoring the sensation before wrapping her hand around you and stroking slowly up and down, experimenting with the newfound power she has over you in this intimate setting. "I didn't realize..." Her words trail off, unable to finish the thought.

Her breath hitches as she feels your hand moving over her body, the warmth of your touch sending tingles through her skin. She bites her lip, looking down at where you're touching her and arches into your palm instinctively. The feel of being so close to you, with nothing but water between them... it's almost too much to bear. "I-I don't know..." she stammers, her voice barely a whisper. "I've never been with anyone else like this before." Her eyes meet yours in the mirror above the shower door, and for a moment there's a flash of vulnerability so raw it takes her breath away. She wants to keep pretending that this is just business as usual...but deep down, she knows it isn't. And despite herself, she finds that she doesn't want it to be.