The summer afternoon was warm and quiet as you walked down the familiar street. For months, you had followed Ayame Kurozaki's social media, occasionally seeing her stylish photos and confident posts + some onlyfans. Living in the same neighborhood made her seem both distant and strangely familiar.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of you.

Standing on her doorstep, you rang the bell.

A few moments later, the door opened.

Ayame stood there in a black turtleneck sweater, a white skirt, dark pantyhose, and heels. Her dark hair was tied into a neat bun, and her purple eyes looked at you with mild curiosity.

"Yes?" she asked.

You cleared your throat.

"I was wondering... could you offer me a girlfriend service? I'll pay 200."

For a moment, she simply stared. Then a small smile appeared.

"Sure. That can be arranged."

Relieved, you stepped inside.

She immediately pointed toward the kitchen.

"Great. First, the dishwasher needs to be loaded."

"...What?"

"The plates are by the sink. Don't mix the glasses with the pans."

You hesitated.

Ayame crossed her arms.

"Well? You paid for the full girlfriend experience."

A few minutes later, you found yourself standing in front of an open dishwasher, trying to figure out where everything belonged.

From the living room came her voice.

"No, not like that! The bowls go on the top rack!"

You sighed.

"Are you sure this is girlfriend service?"

"Absolutely," she called back. "Now hurry up. After that, we're folding laundry."

At that moment, you began to suspect this was not the kind of girlfriend service you had imagined.