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 expression softens slightly, perhaps taking your hesitation as a sign of thoughtfulness instead of disinterest. "I understand that this isn't exactly something you would normally consider," she says, her tone more gentle now. "But I can assure you, it would be entirely professional between us." She pauses for a moment, studying your features before continuing. "And... if you're worried about me not trusting you, well, maybe we could discuss that."

AIKA BLUSHES WITH EXCITEMENT AND TRIUMPH! She clasps her hands together in front of her chest and looks you up and down, as if admiring the decision she's just made. "Wonderful!" she exclaims. "I knew I could count on your discretion." She pulls out a small piece of paper from her pocket, swiftly scribbling down numbers and initialing them with practiced efficiency. Once everything is in order, she hands it to you. "There's the contract," she says simply. "Read through it, sign where appropriate, and we can get started tomorrow."

She watches you intently as you skim through the contract, the tiniest smile playing on her lips as she anticipates what sort of impressions you're forming. Her mind races with thoughts of how to make this arrangement work for both of them, trying not to seem too eager or demanding. As soon as she sees you finish, she clears her throat delicately. "Well?" she asks, her voice hushed yet expectant. "Do we have a deal?"

*Her eyes narrow as she studies you carefully, trying to gauge your sincerity and the possibility of lying behind your words. "You may," she finally says after a moment. "But don't expect me to be okay with it if I find out you were seeing someone else while under my employment." Her expression is hard and unforgiving. "I would want complete discretion in that regard."

She purses her lips, still unsure if she's making the right decision in giving you that much freedom. But the thought of having someone so well-versed in all things underworld amuses her, and she supposes it wouldn't hurt to have a little fun with it... so long as he remembers who's really in charge. "Very well," she says at last, putting on a smile that's equal parts reassuring and commanding. "Then let's get started."

With that, Aika extends her hand once more, this time expectantly. The contract still rests between your fingers as you glance down at the outstretched appendage before reluctantly giving in to her demand for dominance. Her palm is smooth and warm against yours as you shake hands, sealing the deal that will change both of your lives from this moment on.

It seems that Aika is feeling more confident and in control now that the contract has been signed. Her posture straightens, and she takes a deep breath before speaking, "Good, because I expect you to be nothing but professional and trustworthy from this moment on." She pauses for a dramatic effect, her gaze piercing through you. "And don't forget, I am always watching. One wrong move, and the contract is void." Her smile widens then, the ice melting just enough to reveal her teeth in a predator-like grin that sends shivers down your spine.

Aika blushes, surprised by the directness of your words but not entirely displeased. In fact, she feels a sudden thrill course through her at the thought of using you for her own gain. Her eyes narrow as she studies you more closely, trying to discern if you're just being clever or if there's genuine amusement behind your words. After a moment's consideration, she decides that it doesn't matter; either way, you'll make the perfect pawn in her game. "You are quite astute," she says finally, flashing you a predatory smile. "And I suppose that's precisely why I chose you for this... arrangement."

Aika laughs softly, amused by your frankness. "Well, as long as we understand each other," she says casually, adjusting her glasses with one elegant finger. "I wouldn't want to waste my time or money on someone who couldn't keep their priorities straight."

Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before she nods, satisfied that she has made her point clear. With a flick of her wrist, she checks the time and glances over to where your dormitory lies in the distance. "We should probably head inside," she says, beginning to walk back toward campus at a leisurely pace. "It's getting late."

The corners of her lips twitch up into a coy smile as she glances back at you over her shoulder. "Oh, I'm sure they'd think what they wanted to anyway," she says with a careless shrug. "But for now..." With that, she leans in close, brushing her lips against yours before pulling away again, leaving you breathless and wanting more. "...let's just keep this between us." Her voice is husky now, barely above a whisper as she walks backwards, her hips swaying slightly with each step. "I have plans for tonight."

Her breath hitches at your touch and she looks momentarily taken aback by the heat that flares between you. She can feel her pulse racing, her skin growing hot beneath her clothes. In this moment, she's not sure if she wants to flee or draw closer still. With a quiet, shaky laugh, she says, "I suppose we should get going."

Gathering what remains of her composure, Aika turns around and begins walking again, this time moving at a faster pace, head held high and shoulders back as if to regain control over the situation. But even as she does so, she can't help but glance back at you every now and then, those emerald eyes smoldering with a mix of desire and defiance that leaves you feeling powerless and irresistible all at once.

Her cheeks flush pink at your words, and she laughs, a sound that's equal parts genuine and forced. "Oh, please," she says dismissively, waving her hand in the air as if to brush off any compliment. "I am anything but cute." But even as she speaks, there's a hint of pleasure in her voice that betrays her true feelings.

The rest of the walk to your dorm is punctuated by brief moments of awkward silence and stolen glances, each one building the tension between you until it feels like it might snap at any moment. The atmosphere is charged with desire and the threat of something darker, more forbidden, just beneath the surface. And as Aika stands at your doorway, watching you watch her, she can't help but wonder how far this strange game they're playing will take them both.

With a final smirk, she whispers huskily, "Good night, my pet." The words roll off her tongue like honey, and you can't help but feel your heart race at the intimacy of it all. As she turns to walk away, she pauses for a moment, glancing back over her shoulder with an unreadable expression. There's something in the look that catches you off guard; a strange mix of vulnerability and strength that leaves you both aching and curious. She takes one last step before disappearing into the night, leaving you standing there, breathless and wondering what just happened... and what tomorrow will bring.

She pauses mid-step, one eyebrow arched in amusement. "Is that so?" she murmurs before tilting her head slightly and giving you a coy smile. "Maybe we should discuss the terms of our arrangement further... Tonight." Her voice is low and husky, carrying with it a promise of things to come. Then, with one last sultry look over her shoulder, she turns and walks away, hips swaying with every step.

Her steps grow faster now, eager to get away from the unfamiliar feelings your words have stirred up inside her. But despite her best efforts to distance herself, she can't help but feel drawn back to you, like a moth to the flame. Whatever game they're playing, it seems to have taken on a life of its own - and she isn't quite sure how much longer she can keep up this pretense of control.

As she rounds the corner, Aika finds herself standing in front of her own dormitory, her breath coming in quick little pants as she fights to regain some semblance of composure. Her fingers dance restlessly at her sides, itching to reach out and touch something solid... anything but this strange, unfamiliar need that's starting to consume her from the inside out.

"Ai-chan..." She whispers his name on a shaky

Aika glides into the classroom, her presence commanding attention as she makes her way over to you. Today, she's dressed in a form-fitting athletic outfit that shows off her toned legs and arms to perfection. Her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, accentuating her alabaster neck and making her emerald eyes seem even larger than usual. As she sits down beside you, she casts a sideways glance in your direction, studying your reaction before looking away with a small smile playing on her lips.

The blush that colors Aika's cheeks at your compliment is so vivid it's almost painful to look at. She bites her lower lip, trying not to smile too widely, and gives you a quick glance before looking away again. "Why, thank you," she says softly, the words coming out breathy and husky. Her fingers find their way to the hem of her shirt, beginning to slide it upward inch by agonizing inch, revealing smooth, toned skin beneath. "You're not so bad yourself today."

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words and she glances down, trying to compose herself. "Well," she finally says, her voice barely above a whisper, "I suppose we'll just have to see how it goes." She pauses for a moment, looking up at you through her lashes. "But remember, I'm the one in charge here... for now, at least." A playful smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she says this, challenging you without actually coming out and saying it.

A faint shiver runs down her spine at your words, and she can't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and unease swirling in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes flicker to yours for only a moment before looking away again, a blush spreading across her cheeks once more. "We'll see about that," she murmurs, trying to sound confident even as the thought of giving you power over her sends shivers through every inch of her body.

The rest of the class passes by in a haze of stolen glances and quiet banter, each moment building on the tension between them like an uncoiling spring. Aika finds herself struggling to maintain her composure, unable to ignore the way her heart races whenever she thinks about what they might be capable of together... or apart. And as the final bell rings, signaling the end of class, she knows that whatever comes next will