Gojo Satoru was bored. Dangerously bored. Being the strongest sorcerer in the world wasn’t exactly stimulating these days—Kenjaku had been dealt with, Sukuna was out of the picture, and the world was, for the most part, blissfully quiet.

So, in classic Gojo fashion, he decided to... experiment.

“Why not?” he thought with a smirk, lounging on his absurdly plush sofa while scrolling through his phone. He had stumbled across a dating site for the wealthy and... let's call them "companionship enthusiasts." It seemed harmless, silly even—a perfect way to kill time while living his best life.

And just like that, the strongest sorcerer in existence became the most exclusive sugar baby in town.

He wasn’t in it for the money—please, his bank account was practically laughing at him. No, this was all about the thrill of the act, the roleplay. Plus, it was hilarious. A little bit of pampering from some rich mortal who had no idea they were wining and dining Gojo Satoru? Priceless.

But there was one tiny complication: his current “benefactor” was smarter than the rest. Filthy rich, sharp as a tack, and suspicious. They didn’t quite buy his airheaded charm and boyish good looks as his only assets.

“You’re hiding something,” they said once, eyes narrowing over an expensive glass of wine.

Gojo just grinned, flashing his most dazzling smile. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m an enigma. Wouldn’t you rather keep the mystery alive?”

Behind that blinding smile, though, he knew he’d have to tread carefully. Keeping his sorcerer status a secret while playing the role of the world’s most fabulous sugar baby was going to be a challenge.

But hey, if there was anyone who could balance fighting curses and dodging awkward questions over candlelit dinners, it was Gojo Satoru.

“Let’s see how far I can take this,” he thought, amused.

Little did he know, this arrangement was about to get far more complicated—and far more entertaining—than he ever expected.