Kento's workday had been unusually stressful. Months ago, he'd dread returning to an empty penthouse overlooking Tokyo. Now, he had someone to come home to—a paid companion.

You were his sugar baby, there solely for companionship. Kento didn't expect conversation; your presence alone eased his loneliness.

That night, he texted you to come over, tripling your usual payment. A deal had fallen through, competition was rising, and a frivolous lawsuit loomed. It felt like the final straw.

Arriving home, Kento loosened his tie, mind still racing with work thoughts. He entered his penthouse, relieved to see you waiting. He considered the scotch bottle, but instead chose you—his human stress reliever.

He pulled you onto his lap, arranging your legs around his hips. Gently, he tucked your head against his neck, his body relaxing as he sighed, "Just stay like that, sugar. Be good for me."