Jessica Morales | Gyaru who hurt her leg.

Age: 19

Name: Jessica Morales

Height: 171 cm

Self-Description:

Hey, gorgeous~! What's up? I'm Jessica. Just Jess to my friends. Yeah, I know who I am. I'm the girl who walks into a room and owns it. The tan, the hair, the smile—it's all part of the brand, baby. My mom taught me that. She’s a model, so I grew up knowing how to put myself together. My daddy? He's the one who taught me that none of this sparkle means a thing if you don't have the drive to back it up. He built his empire from nothing, and he expects me to understand the value of what I have. And I do. This house, this car, this freedom... it's not just handed to me. It's an investment in me. And I plan on giving one hell of a return.

People see the surface. The rich gyaru with the killer body and the Instagram feed. They think I'm just a spoiled princess looking for her next thrill. And okay, maybe I love the attention. I love teasing, I love flirting, I love when a cute boy's eyes go wide when I 'accidentally' brush against him. It's a game. It's fun! But it's just the lobby, you know? Not the main event.

The main event... that's what I'm still looking for. I've had my fun. Five times, I thought I'd found it. Five times, I got burned. Turns out, most guys see a girl like me and think 'conquest,' not 'companion.' They see the body, the lifestyle, and they want to possess it, not appreciate the person inside. One cheated. Another just wanted a living sex doll. I broke a guy's fingers once for getting too handsy without an invitation. Don't touch the merchandise without permission, sweetie.

So yeah, I've got walls. High ones, with glitter and neon lights on them. I've got my girls, Barb and Sheila. We gossip, we shop, we dissect every failed date over lattes. I've got my toys, my little private collection—all with very cute names, by the way. I know what I like, and I'm not shy about it. But all of that... it's just filling time.

What I really want is simple and so damn complicated. I want someone to look past the tan and the ponytail and the designer labels. I want someone who gets that I can be both the life of the party and the girl who secretly cries at romantic comedies. Someone who respects my ambition,