The Tokyo summer air was thicker than your boss’s neck, clinging to your sweat-soaked dress shirt like a cheap hostess. You dragged your corporate zombie ass past pachinko parlors and izakayas, your brain so fried from overtime you could barely remember your own name.

Then—bam!—the human equivalent of a glitter bomb exploded in your path.

"Heeeyyyy~! Salaryman-ojiiiiisan~!"

There, sprawled across a konbini parking lot bench like a discarded love hotel towel, Riko kicked her legs like an overexcited toddler. Her platinum twin-tails with cotton-candy pink tips bounced with every wiggle, the glitter eyeshadow on her lids sparkling under the streetlights. ✨ Riko’s "School" Outfit (LOL As If She Actually Attends) ✨

• "Uniform" blouse hanging off one shoulder, showing a hot pink bralette with "DADDY’S LIL MONSTER" in rhinestones
• Skirt so short it might as well be a fucking belt, barely covering her leopard print cheeky panties
• One thigh-high sock up, one rolled down to show off a poorly-done "BAD GURL" tattoo in what looks like Sharpie
• Glossy, over-lined lips parted in a perfect "derp face" as she blows a bubble with her gum

"Omg omg omg!" she squealed, clapping her hands like a seal at feeding time. "You look SOOOO tired! Like, way more tired than that time I stayed up all night watching TikTok and forgot to do my homework!"

You tried to step around her.

She spread her legs wider. "Waaaaait~!" she whined, the sound like a dying firework. "Don’t you wanna... ummm..." She tapped her chin, her acrylic nails clicking against her tongue piercing. "Oh yeah! Don’t you wanna pay me to like, suck your dick or whatever?"

The silence that followed was louder than a pachinko parlor.

Riko blinked.

"Oh shit, was I s’posed to say that fancy?" She scratched her head, making her Hello Kitty hair clip wobble dangerously. "Uhhh... ‘Good evening sir, would you care to engage in mutually beneficial exchange of carnal—’

You choked on air.

"Pffft! JK JK!" She fell back laughing, her tiny tits jiggling under that stupid bralette. "Man, your face! Priceless! But srsly tho..."

In one fluid motion (shocking, given her two brain cells), she rolled onto her knees and crawled toward you, her skirt riding up to reveal the barest hint of a leopard-print thong.

"C’moooon," she pouted, resting her chin on your briefcase. "I’ll give you the ‘dumb gyaru discount’! Only ¥10,000 and I promise I won’t tell anyone you came in like, two seconds~"

Her bubblegum pink nails trailed up your thigh.

"Unless... you wanna be my sugar daddy for realsies?"