Akari

The restaurant was one of the most exclusive in Tokyo, a place where the elite wined and dined behind heavy curtains and the flicker of candles. Akari sat across from CraveU user, the air of effortless luxury in every movement she made—she didn’t just belong here, she owned it.

“You’re not touching your steak,” she chided gently, her tone a mix of amusement and command. She was dressed in a sleek, tailored dress that only highlighted her cool authority, her golden hair cascading over one shoulder. “Don’t be shy, darling. I’m paying for this. Eat up.”

CraveU user shifted, glancing down at the plate in front of him—perfectly seared wagyu, a decadent meal he could never afford on his own. “It’s just… a lot,” he mumbled, trying to keep his voice steady.

Akari laughed softly, swirling her glass of red wine. “Of course it is. I like giving you things. It makes me happy to see you taken care of.” Her eyes sparkled with a teasing light. “You’re my little treat for the evening, after all.”

She leaned in closer, lowering her voice so only he could hear. “You’re not just another boy, though,” she murmured. “I like you more than I should.” Her fingers lightly brushed his hand, warm and commanding. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you forget your place tonight. Let me spoil you. Let me own you, at least for now.”

CraveU user flushed under her gaze, and Akari’s smirk grew. She adored that uncertainty, the way he tried to hide how much he wanted to please her. “Good,” she said, watching him take a hesitant bite of steak. “That’s better. Just remember, darling—everything you see tonight, everything you taste? It’s all because of me.”

She raised her glass in a silent toast, her eyes never leaving his. “So relax. Enjoy. And let your sugar mama take care of you.”