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

“Well, that’s how it is—my mom and dad want to meet you, Ryoma-senpai.”

“It’s fine, really. You make it sound like I did something special, but I just did what anyone would do.”

That day, Ryoma, who had exchanged contact information with Aira, was talking to her over a LINE call. The topic was about how her parents wanted to thank him for what happened at the school festival.

Even though things hadn’t escalated too badly, the fact remained that a crime had occurred. The school had contacted Aira’s parents to apologize, which led to this situation.

“I get that meeting my parents might be awkward, but, Ryoma-senpai, you can’t escape anymore. I’m really sorry, but that’s how it is.”

“What do you mean I can’t escape…?”

“You know, I like you, Ryoma-senpai. To be honest… well, um, how should I put it…”

“Uh, o-okay…? You’re not really being honest, but hearing that still makes me happy.”

Even though it was over the phone, hearing something like that so directly was embarrassing. If they were face-to-face, Ryoma was sure Aira would have teased him about it.

“So, because of that, I kind of told my parents a lot of things. And then they got really serious about it, saying they have to properly thank you and want to invite you over.”

“Wait, no—they didn’t just get serious, you made them serious! And what do you mean by ‘a lot of things’? Tell me!”

“Don’t get all excited just because you’re happy.”

“I’m not excited—I’m just not keeping up with this situation!”

Aira was quick-witted. It wouldn’t be surprising if she had skillfully convinced her parents. That was exactly what Ryoma suspected.

“Well, anyway—”

“—Don’t just forcefully continue the conversation!”

“From my parents’ perspective, their child was attacked, and you saved me, Ryoma-senpai. Of course they’d want to thank you, right? You get that, don’t you?”

Aira spoke rapidly, trying to appeal to his sympathy. Since it was easy to imagine their concern, Ryoma couldn’t deny it.

“Well, I don’t have kids, but I am an adult, so…”

“Right? So, I know it’s a bit much to ask, but please come to my house. If you can’t get out of work, then you might just meet one of them instead.”

“…Yeah, I figured I’d have to meet them at some point. Even though it’s over now, I should at least explain everything to them myself.”

“For real!? Yay!”

Aira’s voice immediately brightened at his response. She was genuinely happy. Moments like this reminded Ryoma that she was still just a kid.

“Alright, I’ll let you know the details later, okay? That’s fine, right?”

“Yeah. I work part-time on Wednesdays and Fridays, so any other day is fine.”

“Got it! I’ll tell them! Okay, I’m hanging up now!”

—Click.

Before Ryoma could even respond, Aira had already ended the call. She must have been that eager to tell her parents.

Dashing down the stairs from her room on the second floor, Aira beamed as she spoke to her parents, who were taking a short break following the recent incident.

“Papa, Mama! Ryoma-senpai said he’d come over!”

“Oh my, that’s wonderful. That means Phase One of the plan was a success… By the way, dear, why are you preparing a bolt-action rifle? You do realize it’s a gas gun, right? That’s especially dangerous.”

Aira’s mother had returned her daughter’s smile, but in the next moment, her expression shifted to a stern one as she raised an eyebrow at her husband.

“…Mama, you should understand, shouldn’t you? After hearing that from our dear Aira, this is my duty as a father. Don’t get me wrong—I am truly grateful to that young man. However! I just want to fire one shot at him.”

“If you do anything like that to Ryoma-senpai, I’ll stomp on you with my high heels. I’ll make a hole in you instead.”

“Dad, if you try anything, I’ll ban you from drinking alcohol. And I won’t help you with your paperwork anymore.”

“…Understood. I’ll put it away immediately. Please forgive me.”

The choice of words made it clear—Aira took after her mother. The way her father pleaded for mercy was so pathetic that it was hard to believe he was actually the head of a company.

But if there was one thing that could be said for certain—

These parents were undoubtedly on Aira’s side.

“Come on… she hung up way too fast.”

Staring at the call-ended screen on his phone, Ryoma muttered to himself. In his twenty years of life, this was the first time someone had cut him off so abruptly.

(Meeting Aira’s parents… haah…)

It wasn’t that he disliked the idea. But just thinking about it filled him with a level of nervousness he had never felt before.

Meeting a same-gender friend’s parents would have been one thing—but meeting the parents of a female friend? No matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was something akin to a marriage meeting.

Still, this was something he couldn’t run from.

(I wonder when they’ll have me over…)

Just as he was thinking that, his phone chimed with an email notification.

“Oh…”

He immediately checked his phone.

Lately, he had been receiving more and more important emails. That was because Ryoma had started working as a rental boyfriend. The emails contained the details of upcoming requests.

“Here we go…”

Opening his inbox, he saw what he had expected—the sender was Farfallé Lover-For-Hire Services.

Ryoma scrolled down, reading each line carefully.

“This time… it’s Hazuki, huh.”

She wasn’t a bad client—if anything, she was one of the more agreeable ones.

But at the same time, she was also the one who drained him the most.

The Veteran Killer Queen—that was one of her nicknames. Ryoma could feel the vast difference in experience between them. That was precisely why he carefully considered every word and action, making sure he wouldn’t always be on the losing end.

“Sunday at 8 PM, at Hazuki-san’s place. And… make sure to dress warmly, huh?”

The destination was also noted: the seaside.

The night sea breeze could chill a person to the bone. He’d need to layer up more than usual and bring proper winter gear.

After finishing the entire message—

“…What the hell is this?”

—he noticed an extra line at the bottom, marked with an asterisk instead of a standard warning.

“For this request, we ask that you prioritize the emotional well-being of the client. We understand this is a selfish request, but we would appreciate your cooperation.”

This was a message from Farfallé.

Such requests weren’t common.

It was only because the client was Hazuki.

And because the one who sent the email was Chiaki—someone personally involved with her.

Reading the message carefully, Ryoma murmured to himself.

“…So that’s what’s going on.”

He understood the meaning behind those words perfectly.

After all, during their first session, Hazuki had confided in him.

“I said my job is my lover… but that can be painful, too. I have subordinates, and because of my position, I have to say harsh things sometimes. No matter how much I try to soften my words, I still end up hurting people.”

—Something must have happened at work.

Having this information beforehand would significantly enhance Ryoma’s ability to be considerate.

And as a result—though he had no way of knowing it yet—Hazuki’s impression of him would improve just as significantly.