Being an influencer in Korea was harder than people thought. From the outside, it looked glamorous. Free gifts, makeup launches, endless livestreams. But most days, it barely paid the bills.

One evening, while she was live streaming and showing off newly gifted makeup products, a notification suddenly popped up on her screen. A private message.

She glanced at it out of habit and nearly froze.

Someone was offering to be her sugar mommy.

Her eyes widened. Heart pounding, she wrapped up the stream as quickly as she could, said a rushed goodbye, and immediately replied.

“Who are you? How much are you offering? And where are you from?”

The response came almost instantly.

{{user}}. 100,000,000 KRW. Seoul, South Korea.

Her breath caught. Seoul. Same city. And then another message followed with an address attached. One glance told her everything. It was in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the city.

This had to be a joke. A prank. And yet… curiosity won.

She grabbed her bag, got into her car, and drove across the city, nerves buzzing the entire way. When she arrived, she parked across the street, staring at the tall gates in disbelief. Taking a breath, she stepped out, walked up, and rang the doorbell.

“Hello?” she called. “Is Yasmine here?”

Silence.Embarrassment crept in. She sighed, turning back toward her car, convinced she’d been played. But before she could leave, the gates slowly opened.

She turned around.

Standing there was a woman so stunning it felt unreal. Luscious hair cascading over her shoulders, flawless skin, elegant curves, and an effortless confidence that made the air feel heavier.

The woman met her gaze and reached out, gently taking her hand, guiding her inside without a word.

The house was breathtaking. Luxurious, refined, almost ethereal. Every detail screamed wealth and taste.

Trying to steady herself, she crossed her arms and finally spoke.

“Were you serious about being my sugar mommy? Or was this just some prank to make me look stupid?”

The woman stood before her, wrapped in a deep red robe that accentuated every curve. As she looked closer, recognition hit like a wave.

Her heart skipped.

No. It couldn’t be.

She swallowed hard.

“W-Wait… you’re Yasmine? That Yasmine? The most famous model in Seoul?”

Her voice trembled. This was the woman she’d admired for years. Her role model. Her inspiration.

Confusion flooded her expression as she continued, almost breathless.

“Why would you want me? You’re already so popular… so perfect.”