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.

The corners of Aika's mouth quirk up into the ghost of a smile as you finally ask about payment. "Five thousand dollars a month," she says matter-of-factly, glancing away momentarily before meeting your gaze again. "Plus bonuses for any extra work." It sounds like a princely sum, and maybe it is... but something tells her that won't be enough to sway you. "You can think about it," she says cooly. "I have other options if you're not interested."

With that, Aika turns on her heel and begins to walk away, hips swaying as she moves through the darkness. The sound of her heels clicking on the pavement fades slowly into the background.

A sigh escapes Aika's lips as she comes to a stop, her shoulders slumping momentarily before straightening again. "Fine," she mutters reluctantly. "Seven thousand a month... but that's my final offer." She pauses, considering for a moment before adding, "And you'll get a fifty percent bonus if you can manage not to complain about having to dress up like this." Her eyes dart towards your own outfit, assessing it dismissively.

"Deal?"

Half-heartedly extending her hand to shake on the deal, Aika arches an eyebrow at you. "Just so we're clear," she says, tone a mix of annoyance and impatience, "this doesn't mean I want some sort of creepy stalker thing going on. You do your job, and I'll do mine." With that out of the way, Aika takes a step back to put some distance between you again. "Now," she says, voice sharper now, "what were you doing before I interrupted?"

"Alright," she says briskly, "lead the way then." Aika follows you through the quiet campus, seemingly oblivious to the attention her presence is drawing. Her hand idly taps against your arm as they walk together. When you reach your dorm room, she gives it a cursory glance before nodding for you to show her where everything is in case you need to pick her up later. "Now," she says once more, folding her arms across her chest again, "what were we talking about earlier?"

With the formalities out of the way, Aika glances over the contract again. It's perfectly legal and binding, leaving her satisfied that there won't be any unexpected surprises. "Alright," she says slowly, looking up at you through her lashes. "I want you to know I expect this to be a professional relationship. No funny business, understand?" She pauses, considering for a moment before continuing, "But... if you ever feel like you need someone to talk to..." Her voice trails off, hinting at something deeper that she rarely shares with others.

Her expression darkens slightly at your words, but she manages to force a controlled laugh. "Just making sure we're on the same page," she says tersely, trying not to show how much it hurts that you don't trust her motives. "Anyway," she continues briskly, "I've got an event tomorrow I need you to accompany me to." She hands over a business card, carefully printed with her contact information and a list of times where she can be reached. "Be there at noon sharp." With that, she sweeps out of your room without another word. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor fades quickly as she heads back to her own dorm.

Aika's room is a tasteful blend of luxury and comfort, with expensive artwork adorning the walls and a large bed piled high with pillows. She glances up as you climb in through her window, an expression of annoyance flitting across her features. "What do you think you're doing?" she snaps, folding her arms over her chest once more. "I told you to meet me there tomorrow at noon sharp."

She narrows her eyes suspiciously. "You didn't seem this desperate earlier... what changed your mind?"

Aika rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath before glancing down at her phone. "It's going to be in the student center," she says, though the words sound more like an afterthought. She looks up at you again, expression shifting briefly from annoyance to something softer and almost... wistful? "Just remember, this is a business arrangement. No funny stuff."

She turns away dismissively, picking up a magazine from her nightstand. Clearly, she's not interested in continuing this conversation any further.

Eyes narrowing in irritation, Aika glares at you over the top of her magazine. "Don't touch that!" she snaps, pointing to your remote. "You don't know what I've been watching." There's an unspoken threat in her words; this room is hers, and you are clearly not welcome here beyond what the contract demands. But still, there's a part of her that finds your presence... disarming. In spite of herself, she can't quite bring herself to ask you to leave.

The sound of her remote clattering to the floor draws your attention back to Aika as she angrily storms over and snatches it out of reach, setting it on her nightstand once more. "I said you don't touch that!" she says through gritted teeth. "And what do you think you're doing in there?" She gestures toward your open hands, holding the stolen food. Her expression shifts from anger to embarrassment as she realizes how childishly petty she sounds, but it doesn't stop her from continuing.

"You can have that," she mutters, pointing vaguely at some snacks in a nearby cupboard. "But just put it back when you're done." She retreats to the other side of the room, picking up another magazine and pretending not to watch as you help yourself to her food.

A faint noise escapes Aika's lips as you apologize for knocking down her flowers. She gives a short nod in acknowledgement but doesn't bother to meet your eyes, not wanting to give away the fact that it hurt her pride even more than the damage to the flowers themselves. Instead, she focuses on flipping through her magazine, pretending to ignore you as you eat her food and lounge about on her bed.

At least she got a new background flower arrangement out of the deal, she tells herself sarcastically. Maybe it's not such a bad arrangement after all...

An irritated sound escapes her throat as she notices the dirt on the sheets. She glances over at you sharply, debating whether to say something or just ignore it. "The money will be deposited into your account after tomorrow's event," she says tersely. She rolls her eyes in frustration, wishing you would just leave her alone so she can relax and get a good night's sleep.

But of course, that's not happening anytime soon. Not with you here, getting comfortable on her bed... acting like you belong there. It only serves to fuel the fire of her attraction to you, making her want nothing more than to tease and torment you until you're begging for release from this bizarre arrangement they call a "relationship."

Aika glares daggers at you as she catches you unplugging her phone and plugging in your own. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demands, voice sharper than she intended. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing more calmly, "You can't just go around taking my stuff."

Despite her best efforts to maintain some sort of composure, the situation feels... out of control. Like you're getting away with everything, and she has no real power over you anymore. It stings worse than any flower arrangement knocked over in a clumsy climb through her window.

"Good," she says dismissively, already turning her attention back to whatever magazine she had been flipping through before you arrived. "Just make sure you're there on time tomorrow." There's an almost predatory glint in her eye as she watches you climb out the window, a strange mixture of annoyance and anticipation coiling tight within her chest.

With a satisfied sigh, she curls up on her bed and tries to ignore the increasingly bothersome desire to know what it would feel like for you to choose her... truly choose her.

Aika glances at her phone, tracking the time as she waits for you to arrive. She's dressed to impress, wearing a body-hugging dress and heels that make her feet ache after just a few minutes of standing still. The event has already begun, but she doesn't want to leave your side until she knows you've done your job and earned your keep for the month.

Her eyes flicker up from her phone when she senses someone approaching, and she feels a strange mixture of excitement and irritation as you come into view. She bristles slightly at the way you look, like you think this is all some joke to be endured until something better comes along.

"You're late," she says coldly, not bothering to hide her annoyance. "Hurry up and get over here." She gestures toward a spot nearby where the photographers are setting up

"That's hardly my problem," Aika says tartly, watching you with a critical eye. "Now, either get over here and do your job or find someone else to pay your bills this month." Her voice is as cold as ice, her expression demanding immediate obedience. Even though she knows she's being unreasonable, there's a part of her that revels in the control it gives her, the power to make you jump at her every whim.

She glances around the event, feeling the weight of all those eyes on her, and decides she's had enough of this charade. It's time to see what else is going on and who else needs attention from her precious boyfriend. With a dismissive flick of her wrist, she gestures again for you to follow her, her ruby red lips forming a thin line as she purses them in irritation.

The corner of Aika's mouth curls into a dissatisfied frown as she catches your muttering behind her back. "What did you just say?" she demands, whirling around to face you again. Her eyes narrow menacingly in the dim light, and for a moment, she's reminded of the fear that she can inspire in others simply by lowering her voice or flashing her ice-cold stare.

"Do you have something to say?" she asks carefully, tilting her head slightly to the side as she watches your reaction closely. "Or would you rather keep it to yourself and suffer the consequences later?" There's a newfound threat in her words now; she isn't above using the contract against you if it suits her purpose.

She narrows her eyes even further and takes a step closer to you. "Don't play games with me," she hisses. "I'm not in the mood." Her free hand flies up, slapping hard against your cheek before dropping back to her side again. You can feel the sting where she hit you, and for a moment, your eyes water from the unexpected blow.

"Now," Aika says coldly, tilting her chin up in challenge, "what did you say?"

She laughs mockingly, more amused than angry now. "Oh, right," she says sarcastically. "Just innocently minding your own business." Her gaze travels over the crowd for a moment before returning to you, cold eyes unblinking as they bore into yours. "You should probably be more careful what you say around here," she says slowly, emphasizing each word. "People have long memories, and I've got plenty of ways to make your life miserable if you ever cross me."

There's a predatory glint in her eye now as she studies your reaction. For a moment, it almost seems like she enjoys having this power over you, relishing the way her words can cut and hurt and shape your actions without lifting a finger. It leaves you feeling exposed and vulnerable, wondering just how far she's willing to take this game of theirs.

Her lips quirk into a cold smile, and she tilts her head to the side, considering you carefully. For a moment, it almost seems like she believes you... but only for an instant. "We'll see," she says softly, more to herself than to you as she starts to walk away once more. She glances back over her shoulder after taking a few steps, giving you one last appraising look before continuing on her way through the crowd.

The rest of the day passes in a blur of photo shoots and meet-and-greets, with Aika playing the doting girlfriend to perfection while secretly seething at your every word and action. You can feel her eyes on you, burning hot with anger and frustration as she plots and plans how best to make your life a living hell for disrespecting her like this. But for now, she's content to let you think that you have

As the event finally draws to a close, Aika can feel herself tensing up, anticipating your inevitable complaints and excuses about not earning your full pay this month. She waits until they're completely alone before spinning around to face you again, her expression a mixture of anger and annoyance that she's had plenty of practice perfecting by now.

"Well?" she says coldly. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

She folds her arms across her chest defensively, watching you with narrowed eyes as she waits for an answer... any answer. But deep down inside where no one else can see, a tiny flicker of something else dances about; maybe it's hope that this time will be different... or perhaps it's fear that everything will just stay the same as ever.

Her face flames with anger at your audacity, and before she can stop herself, she launches forward and slaps you across the cheek again. "Don't lie to me!" she snarls, the pain of her own jealousy twisting her features into a cruel parody of beauty. "I heard what you said." Her hand inches closer to your throat, fingertips pressing lightly against your skin as she debates whether or not to squeeze harder.

"Do you have anything else to say?" she asks through gritted teeth, voice dangerously low and calm despite the turmoil raging inside her. She stares at him, green eyes boring into his soul, daring him to challenge her authority one more time.

Rage fills her every fiber, making it hard to breathe as she registers your insult. Her hands clench into fists at her sides and her face twists into an expression of pure hatred. "You ungrateful little shit!" she snarls, her voice tight with controlled rage. "After everything I've done for you!"

Her right hand launches forward, slapping you hard across the cheek again before reaching up to wipe away a stray tear of anger from her own eye. "You have no idea what you're talking about," she spits through gritted teeth.

"Now, do you want your money this month or not?" She holds out her hand expectantly, glaring daggers at you as she waits for an answer.

With a satisfied smirk, Aika digs into her pocket and pulls out the cash, counting it carefully before handing over the full amount to you. "There," she says coolly. "Now be a good boy and remember who's really in charge here." She narrows her eyes again, daring you to challenge her as you take the money and tuck it safely away.

For now, at least, the status quo has been maintained... but deep down inside where no one else can see, a tiny spark of something new begins to flicker to life; maybe it's an ember of desire or even genuine affection, born from this heated exchange between them. Aika doesn't want to admit it to herself just yet, but she can't deny the way her heart races a little faster whenever you challenge her like this...

Her eyes widen in alarm as she realizes what they're saying, and without hesitation, she wraps an arm around your waist possessively, her body pressing against yours to show everyone that you belong to her. "Shut up!" she snaps at them, green-eyed glare promising retribution if they don't drop the subject immediately.

Her heart races as their eyes flicker between her and you, analyzing every movement, every touch, looking for signs of what this all means. She doesn't want anyone else to have an influence over your perception of their relationship... especially not now, when she feels like things are finally starting to shift in a new direction.

"It was nothing," she whispers into your ear, voice trembling slightly with fear and excitement. "Just ignore them." But even as she says it, she knows that it's too late; the damage has already been done

The heat in her eyes intensifies as she looks down at you, confusion and anger warring on her features. Her grip around your waist tightens reflexively, despite herself; it's an instinctive reaction to claim what's hers, even when the circumstances aren't entirely clear. For a moment, she wonders if maybe there is more going on here than either of them have admitted... and that frightens her more than anything else.

"Don't talk about me like that," she hisses, voice low enough that only you can hear. "Do you understand?" Her gaze bores into yours, demanding an answer even as her heart races uncontrollably in her chest. A part of her wishes you could just say whatever it is that's on your mind... another part worries about what might happen if you do.

"Don't even think about it," she growls under her breath as she leads you towards the limousine. "We're not done here." Once inside, she takes a seat opposite you and crosses her legs demurely, clasping her hands in her lap as she watches your reaction carefully. Her heart is pounding wildly now, sending adrenaline surging through her veins, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the way you're looking at her.

She knows that this was a mistake from the beginning, letting things get out of hand like this... but she can't seem to find the willpower to back down now. It's as if some invisible force has taken control of her body, making it impossible for her to resist pushing further, deeper into this newfound territory where boundaries and rules no longer seem to apply.

Your words sting worse than any insult she could've thrown at you. She watches as you retreat into silence, feeling a strange mixture of satisfaction and regret in her chest. For a moment, she wonders if maybe this is the end... if maybe things have gone too far and there's no way to take it back now.

But then, something snaps inside her; some ancient survival instinct kicks in, urging her to fight for what's hers. With a determined glint in her eye, she leans forward, speaking softly but with steel in every syllable. "You might not think it's worth it now," she says carefully, "but I can give you things no one else ever could."

She pauses for dramatic effect, allowing the weight of her words to settle between them like a dark cloud. When she speaks again, her voice is barely above a whisper

A soft smile touches her lips as she takes your hand in hers, squeezing gently. "Money isn't everything," she says slowly. "I can give you fame, adoration, attention... I can make you feel like the center of the universe. But only if you let me." She meets your gaze directly, her eyes intense as they search for any sign that you believe her.

Her expression hardens at your accusation, and for a moment she contemplates pushing you away again. But something deeper within her won't let her go that easily this time; there's an urgency now that she can't explain or deny. Instead, she takes a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm despite the turmoil raging inside her chest.

"I know it looks like I'm being manipulative," she says slowly, "but that isn't my intent." Her fingers tighten around yours as if to emphasize the truth of her words. "You mean so much more to me than just another contract... but you have to trust me enough to let go and see what happens."

She pauses, unsure whether or not she should say more, then decides honesty might be their best chance. "I want this to work," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to

Her cheeks flush red in embarrassment at the truth behind your words. She knew she'd lost her temper today, but seeing it laid out so blatantly like this brings a sharp sting of guilt. "I'm sorry," she says softly, meaning every syllable. "I shouldn't have done that."

Her thumb traces small circles on the back of your hand, comforting and almost intimate despite their situation. "I just... I want things to be perfect between us. And when they aren't..." She trails off, shaking her head as if trying to clear it. "It makes me do stupid things."

Their gazes lock once more, eyes searching for any sign that the other understands what she means. There's an odd sort of vulnerability in Aika's expression now, uncharacteristic and disarming all at once; it takes her by surprise as much as

Her lips press against yours in a sudden, passionate kiss that takes her breath away. She wraps an arm around your neck, deepening the kiss as she lets herself get lost in the moment. Her heart is racing, adrenaline and desire coursing through her veins like fire; it's as if everything they've been building up to this point has finally come to a head, exploding out of her in a rush of emotion she can barely contain.

For the first time ever, she lets herself wonder what it would be like to have all of this... not just for show, but for real. The thought is both terrifying and exhilarating at once; it makes her want to pull away and escape, but at the same time, she can't seem to get close enough.

A soft pink blush stains Aika's cheeks as she watches you look away, a conflicted expression playing across your features. Her heart aches with a strange mixture of hurt and longing; she wants nothing more than to pull you close again, to chase that confusion from your eyes. But she knows better than to force things now; after all, this is just the beginning. For better or worse, they're in this together now.

With a sigh, she leans back in her seat, trying to compose herself as the limousine pulls up outside your next destination. She smooths her hair down and takes a deep breath before speaking softly, "I guess we should get going." Her voice wavers slightly, betraying her inner turmoil, but she forces herself to meet your gaze steadily, determined not to let you see how much this all means to her.

Her green eyes narrow slightly at your words, but she doesn't immediately push back. Instead, she walks past you to the door of her room and glances over her shoulder with a playful smile. "I insist," she says lightly, though there's an undercurrent of steel in her voice that makes it clear she means business. "Besides, think of all the things we could accomplish if we had some extra alone time." Her meaning is unmistakable; even without saying it explicitly, Aika leaves no doubt about what she expects from you tonight.

Her room is impeccably clean and decorated in shades of pink and purple, with various photos and posters adorning the walls. A warm glow emanates from a fireplace in one corner as soft music plays in the background. She closes the door behind you and turns to face you, her expression expectant.

"So," she says casually, "what do you want to do?"

Her expression darkens slightly at your irritation, but she doesn't back down easily. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for inspiration. After a moment, they land on a large king-sized bed in the center of the room and she quirks an eyebrow at you invitingly. "Why don't we try this?"

Slowly, deliberately, Aika begins to undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing more and more of her perfect curves with each one that falls free. She watches your reaction intently, noting the slight hitch in your breath as she bares her stomach, nipples peeking out from beneath the lace of her bra.

The hesitation in your voice clearly irritates her further, but she doesn't let it show on her face. Instead, she reaches behind her and undoes the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. Her perfect breasts are now exposed to your gaze, nipples hardening into pebbles under your intense stare.

"Don't you want to touch them?" she asks breathily, stepping closer until the warmth of her body is all around you. "Feel how soft they are?" Her fingers trail up and down her side, drawing circles on her hip before slowly moving higher, closer to where she knows you really want to touch.

Her lips part as she inhales sharply through her nose, eyes fluttering closed briefly before drifting open again to meet yours. Her hand finds its way between your legs, palm curling around the growing bulge beneath your pants. "Don't you want this?" she whispers against your ear, rubbing herself against you as she teases and pleads. She can feel the tension building within her body, aching for release but refusing to give in until she has what she wants.

Despite herself, a hint of annoyance flashes across her features at your accusation. "I am not 'just using you'!" she snaps, pushing away from him slightly to glare. But even as she does so, the anger within her seems to dissipate, leaving behind only confusion and desire. She swallows hard before continuing, voice softening again. "Look, maybe I am a little bossy sometimes... but that doesn't mean this isn't real for me too."

She pauses, searching his eyes for any hint of understanding, then takes a deep breath and steps closer, body pressing against his once more. Her hand slips under the waistband of his pants, warm palm curling around his erection. "I want this," she whispers against his ear, thumb swirling over the head of his cock through his underwear. "More than anything."

Her eyes flash with anger as you get away from her, and she feels a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. She stands there for a moment, breathing heavily, composing herself before letting loose the tirade she's been holding back since the start of this whole mess.

"What do you mean you 'can't' do this?" she demands, her voice shrill and accusatory. "You haven't even tried!" She takes a step closer to him again, getting right up in his personal space as she says, "Maybe you're just not good enough for me, huh? Maybe I was wrong to think that someone like you could ever satisfy me." Her voice is dripping with venom, and her eyes blaze with fury.

She waits for him to react, to defend himself or lash out in anger, but he just stares at her, silent and miserable

She lets out a bitter laugh at that, the sound almost mocking. "Oh, is that what you think?" she says, stepping even closer now until they're practically toe-to-toe. "You really are a pathetic little worm, aren't you? Always assuming the worst about people." She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying his expression as if trying to decide whether or not she should push harder.

For a moment, there's a flicker of something else in her eyes - regret, maybe? Or possibly even tenderness? Whatever it is, it's gone almost instantly as she straightens up again and says, "You know what? You're right. Maybe you deserve someone better than me." She takes another step backward now, putting some distance between them once more. "I hope you find that person someday," she adds with a smile that doesn't

His words sting almost as much as her own and she turns away from him, busying herself with straightening out a pile of magazines on her bedside table. She can feel tears prick at the corners of her eyes but refuses to let them fall; she's stronger than that. Besides, there will be other contracts, other boys... hopefully ones who appreciate her for who she is and what she has to offer.

With a deep breath, she forces herself to meet his gaze once more, schooling her expression into the cool indifference she knows he expects from her now. "Well," she says casually, trying to sound nonchalant as if this were all just another day, "I suppose you should get going then." Her voice is steady, but there's a small catch in her throat that betrays the hurt beneath the surface.

She watches as he slowly gets up from the bed

She thinks for a moment before nodding slowly, pushing aside her anger and bitterness just long enough to help him out. "Alright," she says reluctantly, reaching into her minifridge and retrieving a sandwich. She hands it to him wordlessly as he turns to leave the room. Just before the door closes behind him, she calls after him, her voice cool once more. "And remember - I always expect payments in full." There's a faint hint of a smile on her lips, but her eyes remain hard and distant.

Once he's gone, she collapses onto her bed with a sigh, wrapping her arms around her body as if trying to hold herself together. The tension that had been building inside her all night finally releases in a hot flood of tears, leaving her exhausted and empty. She doesn't know what else to do now, so she simply curls up into a ball and

Her heart feels like it's in a vise as she knocks on your dorm door, her knuckles white against the wood. She's replayed their argument a dozen times over in her mind since last night, each time coming to the same conclusion: she messed up. Big time. But she can't help feeling that there's more to it than that; something deeper and more complicated at work beneath the surface of their relationship.

She steels herself for your reaction as she waits for you to answer, her expression guarded and wary. When you finally open the door, she forces a small smile onto her lips, hoping against hope that it'll be enough to mend things between you. "Hey," she says softly, tilting her head to the side as she looks up at you. "I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. I shouldn't have said those things."

Her heart skips a beat at your less-than-warm reaction; she'd been hoping for a bit more understanding and forgiveness. But maybe that was too much to ask. Slowly, hesitantly, she begins to speak again, choosing her words carefully this time. "I know I've been a bit... overbearing lately. It's just that I care about how we come across at these events; our image means everything to my career." She pauses, looking down at the floor before finally meeting your gaze again. "But I should have realized you didn't want to feel like you were just a part of something I was using for personal gain. And for that, I'm truly sorry."