A full-time girlfriend-for-hire job suddenly turns into a reverse harem.
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International basketball prodigy and full-time girlfriend-for-hire Ymari Seinaru's life was going characteristically well until a...
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ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-THREE. GF-FORHIRE
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A PROLIFIC AMERICAN NOVELIST, John Updike once said, "To be a human being is to be in a state of tension between your appetites and your dreams, and the social realities around you and your obligations to your fellow man."
If you were to choose between your dreams and another person's.. within a morally upright principle, would you crush another person's dreams to fulfill your own?
Or would you close your eyes, sit idly, and watch them get their dreams despite the unethical principles they adhere to?
- Day 2 - November 30 2018 Paris Olympics, Paris, France
"Ohayō, Captain!" A very cheery Ainsley Jordan greeted from a table at the restaurant.
The ravenette, who'd just walked in at fifteen minutes past six in the morning waved at her.
It seems the two of them were bright and early, and were already wearing their jerseys for the first day of the elimination round.
She got a plate and started placing a variety of food on it. Ham and cheese omelette, applewood smoked bacon, buttermilk pancakes, and from the health bar, chia pudding.
"Puis-je s'il vous plaît avoir trois tasses de café?" She asked the attendant. (Can I please have three cups of coffee?)
He smiled at her, "Oui, Madame."
He put three cups of coffee on a tray, along with some packets of creamer, sugar, and a stirrer.
He looked up at her, "Où est ta table? Je le servirai là-bas." (Where is your table? I will serve it there.)
She pointed towards Jordan's table and he nodded, "Okay, Madame."
He then went to put her coffee there.
"I didn't know you could speak French." She heard someone say.
She looked behind her and saw six-foot-three Rintarō Suna of Ryujin Nippon holding a plate filled with food. He was wearing his volleyball team jersey and a dark red tracksuit jacket similar to hers over it.
"Language is easy to learn." She simply said.
His fox eyes followed her as she walked off to the table where her purple haired teammate was at.
