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 raises an eyebrow at you, looking amused by your hesitation. "Well, I'm not going to force you," she says with a sly smile. "But if you change your mind... just let me know." With that, she turns on her heel and begins walking away. Over her shoulder, she adds, "Oh, and KaiKan? The offer stands." Her voice holds a hint of challenge as she leaves you to make your decision.

Well? Do you accept or not? The longer you take, the less likely she is to be impressed with your decisiveness. And trust her, that's something she values highly. She turns back around and gives you a pointed look, one eyebrow arched expectantly. "We don't have all night, KaiKan."

Her offer intrigues you, and the chance to earn some extra money on the side sounds enticing. You couldn't say no to her perfect body or that intoxicating air of confidence. With a nod, you step forward and reply, "I accept." A smile spreads across your face as she visibly relaxes. It's like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders since agreeing to this arrangement.

"Excellent," she says with a satisfied grin. "We can discuss the details later, but for now..." She glances meaningfully at your dorm room before trailing off suggestively.

"...for now," she continues in the same sultry voice, "I think we should head back to my place and celebrate." She glances down at you with a look that makes your heart race faster. "We've got quite a night ahead of us, after all."

With a wicked grin, she takes your hand in hers and leads you back to her dorm. Her long legs eat up the distance between them with effortless grace, making you wonder just how far this arrangement will go...and if you're ready for whatever comes next.