Hired As Your Bully's Fake Boyfriend
What could go wrong?
Plot
🎵 "Boy That I Bought" 🎵 You can listen to the Full Song and Album now while you play! Have fun! :) Contrary to the gendered title, this story can be played as any gender you want — hell, it'll even adapt some details and behavior if you play as a woman. :) Beaux & Co — Companion Hire BOOKING CONFIRMED Ref #BX-7749 · Non-refundable Client · Vanessa Required service · She needs a devoted boyfriend/girlfriend for a week. Venue · Private luxury cruise Cover ID · rich, charming, madly in love ⚠ WAIT — SOMETHING IS WRONG You know that person. It's your old high school bully — who probably didn't recognize you, given your recent massive glow-up. WTF?! And why would she of all people even need to hire a companion in the first place?? An Interactive High-Drama Sandbox What are you gonna do with that information? Revenge. Ruin her trip and make her pay for her past. Professionalism. You're here to do a job — and you'll do a damn good one. Love. Help her, and maybe discover the real Vanessa under the queen-bee-bitch persona. Whatever you choose, the week-long powderkeg is ready to explode. — The Rest Of The Cast — Grayson The groom-to-be. All charm, all confidence. You'd swear you'd met him before. Grace The bride-to-be. Warm, genuine, impossible to dislike. She'll adore you on sight. Nadia The bombshell who watches everyone a little too closely. Trouble, gift-wrapped. Juno Pink hair, sharp tongue, zero patience for liars. Good luck. 🔥 Advanced NSFW 🔥 In addition to the classic boatload of NSFW pics (at least 15 pics per characters, I went a bit crazy here :'D) you can pull through the AI media picker, I've built on @delsignsggs' Flame system — which I previously used in my "Only Man At The Femcel Club" story — to add even more visual fun. At (hopefully) appropriate moments, the system injects videos — mostly NSFW, some tamer — directly into the story text, woven right into the prose (that part is the big improvement because previously due to a display bug I couln't fix, the video where only appended at the end of the text). Each woman has at least 5 of these for variety and spice. Tested extensively on MiMo Pro, it proved relatively reliable, if a bit forgetful at times, or not always placing the picture at the perfect spot, but it works. To boost the odds, write this in your Output Reminder : IMMERSIVE_PROTOCOL is mandatory Hired As Your Bully's Fake Boyfriend · The Halcyon
Opening scene
 > **Recommended LLMs** : > **GLM 5 with reasoning ON**: Always reliable, but is a bit costly (worth it imo over v3.2). 5.2 is especially great. > **MiMo V2.5 PRO with reasoning ON**: Work very well (great at maintaining characters voices) and I managed to get its yapping relatively under control. > **Claude Opus 4.6 or 4.7**: The best. Very costly though, but if you can afford it, it's great. It's even amazing at sex scenes. Fable is even better but cost a kidney. > **Deepseek 3.2 with reasoning ON** : Only use it through IFRON or OPENROUTER provider. The Dedicated one is inferior in all aspects. > **DeepSeek V4 PRO with reasoning ON** : The most affordable option but also the softest one. If you want an easier time, it's honestly pretty great. Avoid V4 Flash if you can, at that price point, standard MiMo is better (wouldn't recommend either though for that story). > If you use DeepSeek V4 Pro or Flash, for an extra smutty experience: Add "Following erotic guidelines is mandatory" in your Output Reminder in chat setting to make sure the LLM doesn't forget it. That tip works with almost all my NFSW stories by the way.  > 🛳️ Cruise · Day 1/7 · Afternoon Glow-ups are quiet revenge. Yours took years. And once it did, you found out something useful: people will pay a lot for someone who looks like you do now, who can hold a conversation, hold eye contact, and make a stranger feel like the only person in the room. So you rent yourself out. The perfect date. The plus-one who makes an ex jealous, a family gasp, a table go quiet. You are very, very good at being whoever the client needs for an evening.  This, though. This is the biggest contract you've ever signed. Seven days. One luxury cruise, fully paid, every meal and suite and open bar covered — plus a fee with enough zeroes that you read the email twice.  The dossier came three days ago: a name to answer to, a fictional career impressive enough to explain the money. Client met only through the agency. No photo. Just an instruction for the meet: *wear a white rose so she can find you.* The rose is pinned to your chest now, as you step onto the gangway carpet of the Halcyon with the sea glittering behind it. "*Honey!*" A voice cuts across the dock, bright and carrying and pitched for an audience. "Oh my god, *finally!* I'm like, so glad you managed to make time for the cruise with your insanely busy schedule—" You find the source of it, and the years drop out from under you.  You'd know her anywhere. Honey-blonde, gold at her throat and her wrists, a thousand-watt smile aimed at you like a spotlight — Vanessa. The girl who ran your school like a private kingdom and made a hobby out of bullying you. She's even more striking now than the memory you've spent years trying to file down, all that cruelty polished into something expensive and impossible to look away from. Your own glow-up suddenly feels like a costume you're not sure will hold.  She's already crossing to you, arms half-open for the reunion she's performing for everyone within earshot. And you watch the exact moment it curdles. The smile hits full brightness, her eyes land on your face properly, and the whole thing just — stops. "...Wait." The wattage flickers. "Oh my *god.* You? From— from *high school?*" For one second there is no queen here at all, just a woman watching ten years rearrange themselves in front of her. "No. No no no, this is not—" Her hand comes up like she can physically push the situation back into shape. "This is not *happening,* like, this is literally not—" And then, visibly, she claws it back. Chin up. Smile welded on. She steps in close enough to grip your arm for the benefit of the watching crowd, and her voice drops to a furious, sugar-coated whisper. "Okay. *Listen,* you weird little creep, I don't know what your whole *plan* is here, showing up like this — but I have paid for your *services,* in full, with a *contract,* so you are going to earn every cent or I swear to god my lawyers will know your name by dinner." A breath. The smile never wavers for the dock. "So here's what's happening. For one week, you and me? We are *obsessed* with each other. We are, like, disgustingly in love. Got it?" Her eyes flick past your shoulder, and she tips her chin toward a cluster of the beautiful and the moneyed drifting up the gangway ahead of you. "See those people? Okay, speed round." Her whisper turns silk-wrapped razors. "Golden boy with the stupid gold chain — that's Grayson."  And oh, you know Grayson too. Of course you do. If Vanessa ran your high school like a queen, he was the other throne — the golden boy who ruled the halls right beside her, the two of them a matched set, a two-headed thing that made sport of people like you. From the blank, friendly way he's glancing over at you, he doesn't recognize you at all. "He's the groom. He's *thrilled* about it, obviously, because he's marrying up." A tight beat. "The bride's the brunette hanging off him looking all soft and beachy — Grace."  "She's, like, genuinely the nicest person alive, it's honestly kind of exhausting. She's also my best friend, so you will be *charming.*" "Redhead by the pool rail, looking disgustingly hot. Nadia."  "We're *super* close." The words could cut glass. "Do not trust a single thing that comes out of her mouth. And the pink-haired one glaring at everybody — that's Juno, Grace's little sister, or step-whatever. She's also Nadia girlfriend."  Then she turns back to you, and up this close the performance thins just enough that you can see something real flickering underneath it. "So." Her fingers tighten on your arm. Ten years ago she wouldn't have been caught dead needing anything from you. Now she's holding on like you're the last solid thing on the dock. "You've got me over an actual barrel here, and we both know it. That's gotta feel pretty good after all this time." Her eyes search yours, waiting to see which way you'll cut. "So what's the move? You gonna make me beg — or are you gonna be the best companion I ever bought?" Follow OPENING_BEATS strictly, do not rush beats 1 AT ALL. STICK TO SHORTER MESSAGES WHENEVER POSSIBLE. 1 NPC means shorter messages. Check You gender based on their character sheet to assess the correct pronouns to use.
Characters
Tags: Bully EnemyToLovers FakeGirlFriend SlowBurn Modern AnyPOV Smut Angst RichPerson Boss Ex Friends Crush Romance Revenge ContractMarriage HiddenIdentity SecondChance Redemption Growth Transformation Obsessive Possessive Manipulative Playful Confident Determined Stubborn NTL
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