I Started a Lover-for-Hire Service, And For Some Reason, Only Beautiful Girls Are Requesting Me

Past 8 PM, on the 20th floor of a high-rise apartment building, Hazuki was on the phone with a certain person, the city lights glimmering in the background.

“Hehe, sorry for calling so late at night, Chiaki-san.”

“I don’t feel any sincerity in that apology. You’re laughing right from the start—that’s a bad habit of yours, Hazuki-chan.”

“I can’t help it. The only reason I ever call you is about the lover-for-hire service. It gets me excited every time.”

“I appreciate the enthusiasm, but this is outside business hours, you know…? I keep telling you that every time.”

“I can’t help it—work schedules are unpredictable.”

Hazuki and Chiaki spoke with familiarity over the phone. They were friends, but also had a business relationship—one as a frequent client and the other as a service provider.

“I rushed out of the bath when I heard my phone ring, and this is what I get…”

“Sounds like you’re implying you suffered both physically and mentally.”

“Because I did.”

“But since taking this call will ultimately be profitable for you, I’d say you’re getting back what you lost.”

“Rich people sure talk differently… I’m jealous, really.”

“Hehe, still as sarcastic as ever. Aren’t you the successful CEO, making more money than me?”

“Well, thanks to my clients, I manage.”

Yes—Chiaki, Hazuki’s conversation partner, was the owner of a rental boyfriend agency.

Since she ran the business herself, every client call was valuable. Just answering the phone meant another commission for her company, bringing her a significant profit.

“Anyway, let’s get to the main topic… You’re booking a rental boyfriend today, right, Hazuki-chan?”

“That’s the plan, but we can wait until after your bath. I wouldn’t want to make you catch a cold by keeping you on the phone too long.”

“Appreciate the concern! But I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep, this phone is fully waterproof. Battery’s full too, so I’ll just soak in the tub while we chat.”

“Glad to hear that.”

The world had truly become a convenient place—smartphones could now even be used in the bath.

Chiaki’s phone was equipped with an IP68 rating.

“IP” referred to an international standard for dust and water resistance.

An IP6 rating for dust meant no fine particles could get inside.

An IP8 rating for water meant the device could be submerged continuously. It was hence the strongest smartphone ever due to its water and dust-proof characteristics.

“Come on, don’t suddenly start acting all considerate like that. If you turn into some model of virtue, it totally throws me off.”

The sound of water sloshing echoed through the phone. Chiaki had, as expected, slipped into the bathtub.

“Well, since I’m calling outside business hours, basic courtesy is the least I can offer. I do feel bad about it, you know… And I truly appreciate the work you’re doing for me. Thank you.”

Chiaki couldn’t see it through the phone.

At that very moment, Hazuki had closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly.

“…Hah. That’s your trick, Hazuki-chan. It’s terrifying, really.”

“My trick?”

“Yeah, that over-the-top thoughtfulness of yours. It blends with your natural grown-up charm, and, well… You’ve actually managed to make seven of my rental boyfriends fall for you. They all quit, saying, ‘I fell in love, and now I can’t do my job properly.’”

“…Wait, what?”

Hazuki wasn’t playing dumb or feigning ignorance—this was genuinely the first she had heard of it.

That ‘over-the-top thoughtfulness’ was simply a skill honed through years of professional experience, something she now carried into her personal life without realizing it.

“In my company, you’ve got a nickname, you know. ‘Queen Hazuki, the Veteran Killer’. Hahaha!”

“Wh-What kind of ridiculous title is that…? Let me guess, you’re the one who spread it, Chiaki.”

“Bingo! As expected of you, Hazuki-chan. But hey, it’s not wrong, is it? You always request my most experienced rental boyfriends, and you make them fall for you in just one date. No other female client has ever done that—so really, you are the Veteran Killer Queen.”

“Haa… Fine. Call me whatever you want. You’d never stop anyway, and there’s nothing I can do to stop you.”

As an area manager in her professional life, Hazuki was a practical and level-headed woman. When something was beyond her control, she simply accepted it.

In the end, as long as that nickname didn’t spread to her workplace, it wouldn’t cause her any real problems.

“And about the next rental booking… could you recommend someone, Chiaki?”

“You say ‘recommend’, but, well… you’ve basically retired all my veterans. There are barely any left.”

“If that’s the case, I don’t mind if they’re not veterans. I’ll take a mid-level man or maybe someone you personally have high hopes for.”

“I really need to train new veterans, so I can’t afford to have you ‘eliminate’ any more mid-level guys… But if you’re okay with a rookie, I do have someone promising.”

Hazuki, the so-called Veteran Killer Queen. She didn’t always make veterans fall for her, but her reputation was well-earned.

From Chiaki’s perspective—running a business that needed stable growth—it was only natural that she’d hesitate to offer up her best prospects.

“I’d rather avoid a rookie. I tried booking one before, but the conversation just didn’t flow well. If I’m paying for this, I want to at least enjoy the experience.”

“That rookie had a huge crush on you, so cut him some slack.”

“…Really?”

“You’re so dense, Hazuki.”

“I am not.”

“People who claim they’re not dense are usually the densest of all…” Chiaki thought but decided against saying it aloud. The conversation would just get tangled up if she did.

“Alright, how about this? I’ll introduce you to two mid-level guys, plus a rookie as a backup option. If none of them click, I’ll find you someone else.”

“That sounds fine.”

And so, the introductions began—personally curated by the company’s CEO herself.

“The first mid-level guy: Nakagawa Jun. 32 years old, 178cm. He’s completed 23 bookings and holds a 4.2-star rating out of 5. He’s great at reading the room and keeping conversations flowing. He’s got a bit of a tough-guy face, but apparently, his smile is adorable. Oh, and his hobby? Visiting flower shops. Kinda cute, right?”

“Impressive—he’s taken quite a few bookings and still maintains a high rating. Who’s the second one?”

“The second mid-level rental: Kato Noboru. 29 years old, 171cm. He’s handled 20 bookings and has a solid 4.0-star rating. He knows a lot about alcohol and can introduce you to some great drinks. Oh, and if we’re talking looks, I’d say he’s the most handsome guy among my mid-levels. His hobby? Gaming.”

“Someone knowledgeable about alcohol is quite appealing. A night out at a bar with him sounds fun.”

“Yeah, most of his bookings are bar dates. If you’re in the mood for drinks, he’s your guy.”

With that, the two mid-level rentals were introduced. Both had 20+ bookings under their belts and high client ratings—practically guaranteed to be good choices.

“And now for the last one… Not that I expect much, but let’s hear about the rookie.”

“Oof, Hazuki-chan, you’re brutal. I know you’ve had bad experiences with rookies, but still.”

Chiaki was the one who had called him a ‘backup’ in the first place, so they were both to blame here.

“—And finally, our rookie. His name is Shiba—”

“Shiba!?”

“Huh!?”

Hazuki’s voice echoed through Chiaki’s bathroom like a reverberating shout in a canyon.

“W-What’s with that reaction, Hazuki-chan? You really latched onto that name…”

“N-Nothing. Please continue.”

Trying to compose herself, Hazuki spun her swivel chair 180 degrees, turning toward the nightscape outside.

Scattered house lights. Towering apartments. Streetlamps. Car headlights. The city shimmered like scattered jewels.

“Alright, then. Like I was saying—his name is Ryoma Shiba. He’s 20 years old, 174cm tall. He’s only had one booking so far, but he got a 4.9-star rating out of 5. And get this—the client wanted to give him a perfect score but said, ‘Giving a full 5 just feels unfair’, so they dropped it by 0.1! Isn’t that hilarious? It’s basically a 5-star rating.”

“…Shiba Ryoma. Give me the rest of his details.”

A vague, alcohol-hazed memory stirred in Hazuki’s mind.

A man named Shiba had called a taxi service for her that night. She vaguely recalled hearing him say his full name over the phone. His age and height also matched.

She remembered—
How he had bought her water to help sober her up.
How he had specifically requested a female taxi driver for her.
How he had waited in the cold for what felt like forever.

She had never properly thanked him. And now, this new rookie’s name was an uncanny match.

“You could show a little more enthusiasm, you know…”

“…”

Hazuki barely registered Chiaki’s voice anymore. She was too focused on piecing together the fragments of that night.

“Alright, let’s see… Since he’s a rookie, I only have feedback from that one client and his interview records. His hobby is cooking, and he’s a great listener. He’s also apparently good at bridging emotional gaps and making people feel at ease. The client says he’s reliable, is encouraging of her hobbies, and even indulges whims without complaint. Oh, and he’s a bit of a busybody. Huh, this review reads like a full-on fan letter—she’s just gushing over him. Ha!”

“…”

Reliable.
Never turns down requests.
A busybody.

Each trait clicked perfectly into place with the man she remembered.

“Chiaki. I want to book Shiba.”

Maybe he just happened to have the same name. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

But even if he wasn’t the same man, Hazuki felt he was worth every yen.

And if he was—then this was her long-overdue chance to say thank you.

“Wait, seriously!? Hazuki-chan, are you sure? I mean, I did say he was just a backup option…”

“He’s the one I want. He’s 20, so he should be able to drink a little, at least.”

“You know he could end up like that last rookie, right?”

“If that happens, I’ll just make the most of it… Though, I doubt it would be the same with him.”

“Hm…?”