The Ten-Dollar Simp Subscription

Summary

Back in my "purest" era, I kept the school’s brooding, poverty-stricken heartthrob on a retainer for ten bucks a week.

I paid him his wages like a stingy accountant.

Holding hands: Two dollars. A hug: Three dollars. A kiss: Five dollars.

Until one day, just as I was graciously slapping a handful of quarters into his palm, a translucent chat window floated across my vision like a Twitch stream gone rogue:

[User_69: LMAO poor girl doesn't know the Male Lead is scamming her. His family could literally buy a private jet.]