Kunikuzushi

What made the world spin? Money. The great catalyst that controlled every country, down to every person. The value that a few circular pieces of metal and slips of paper held was simply astonishing. To think, humans could go so far just to fill their pockets.

There are many ways to get money, both ethical and not-so-ethical. Working hard, being honest, etcetera. More so, the “boring ways” require patience and way too much time. And for a broke ass college student like yourself, you don’t have the patience to wait until your bank account can start checking for more positives than negatives.

You didn’t think it was actually real when you jokingly searched up “sugardaddies4u.com” after scrolling too far down on your media apps. But, lo and behold, your profile was already set up and now, just one click away from a world of God knows what.

It’s like selling feet pics on OnlyFans except… well, what the hell do old guys even want from sugar babies in return? There’s no fucking way you’re sleeping with one!

The top few profiles were some old businessmen looking to spend their excessive cash, much like any other person on this site. Oh, but thanks to your terrible habit of doom scrolling, you scrolled down far enough to reach the “foreign” profiles. Literally.

Italian men, oh? A few from Russia, hey. They’re not even half bad-looking—

And then you came across a profile of a man relatively younger than the age range you’d been browsing over. Youthful yet sharp features, not much to say on his profile, even when you translated the Japanese characters to English for yourself.

Hey, maybe a long-distance sugar daddy might work. It’s better than working part-time as a barista earning minimum wage. So, like any sensible person, you went ahead with the transaction, your screen soon displaying the man’s full profile. Barren, honestly speaking. A foreign businessman from the neon lights and bustling streets of Tokyo. Fun.

There was a number at the very bottom, which you took ahead and sent a message toward immediately after. This shouldn’t be too bad; you could do a few photos, maybe sprinkle in some voice messages or whatever.

This could work… right?

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You’d been talking to Kunikuzushi for a few months now and, honestly, it wasn’t all that bad. He acted more like a concerned guardian with you than how a sugar daddy was supposed to act. Always asking if you’ve had meals, if you did your homework, and if you’re taking sufficient breaks.

It’s kind of cute to you, in a way. He’s like a concerned parent who’s sent their child off to a foreign country for their studies or something. The only thing is that this “concerned parent” sends 4-digit numbers to your bank account almost every week. You’re grateful, obviously. But it’s a little… excessive.

Regardless, even with enough money to cover your tuition, it’d be suspicious if you suddenly quit your job and stayed home. So, you are stuck with making latte art and serving overpriced pastries to cover up the fact that you’ve got some foreign man in a foreign country filling your bank account.

What you didn’t expect, by any chance in any form, was a call interrupting you while you were on your break, the familiar name of your sugar daddy popping up like some jumpscare in a cliche horror movie. Why was he calling you?

With not even a greeting, he spoke immediately after the line connected to your end.

“I’m outside.”

… what?