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milky-mink · 2 years

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Nanny

Yandere Izana with a Nanny Darling

Disclaimer: Middle-aged but DILF Izana

TW: Yandere, Manipulation, Drugging, Somnophilia, Non-Con, Dub-Con, Mind Break

You anxiously looked over your wristwatch for the seventh time as you waited for the bus to stop at your place. “Come on, I don’t want to be late, '' you thought as you looked over again to the road. There was no vehicle in sight; you then grumbled under your breath. You’ve woken up early and got dressed and even set extra timers for this day. You really couldn’t afford to lose this job since it was the only one that offered excellent pay, and it had employment benefits such as vacation days, extra pay, and even dental plans, which is a far cry compare to your previous jobs, even those that had a decent salary but had a terrible working time and fewer employment benefits. But even then, you really can’t enjoy it because you have somehow gotten fired so suddenly by your employer.

Ever since you graduated from college, it's been hard to get a job or stay there for a long time. Hell, you’ve even tried to apply at a fast-food joint, but you still got rejected, saying that you were overqualified for the job and that it would be a hassle to pay you. That is why you are desperate to arrive on time for this job. Because of your bad luck with your employment, you had been struggling with your budget for months and if you bust this job, your landlord might as well kick you out due to your overdue payment in your apartment.

And you feared that happening since you really didn’t have any family member to take you in, much less a close friend that would do it for you. If you couldn’t keep this job, you were surely going to be homeless next week.

As you mulled over your terrible situation, you suddenly heard a bus coming your way, which snapped you out of your train of thought. “Oh, finally,” you thought as you waited for the bus to stop at your station. When the bus door opened, you quickly entered the vehicle and paid the toll on the machine near the bus driver. Seeing that you are the only one at the station, the bus driver quickly closed the door and drove off to the next bus stop. As you sit on the chair, you quickly pull up your phone and check again on the address that you were going to work at. The place is in Minato Ward in Tokyo, even though you are from Nerima, which is a little farther if you consider the distance of the wards. Despite that, a thirty-minute train ride would be a slight inconvenience to you compared to a lifetime of regret if you don’t take this job, which you desperately need right now.

When the bus finally stopped at the train station, you swiftly exited the bus and entered the train station. You then pull out your phone, which had your IC card on its back, which thankfully still had some balance on it. You then quickly swipe it on the turnstile and run on the platform to wait for the train, to your luck is arriving shortly at the train station. When the train car’s doors open, you shoved yourself into the small crowd who are entering the train. Even though the train is quite packed with passengers, you thankfully found a spot to sit on and relax until you’ve arrived at your stop, which is about thirty minutes if you estimated the time. It would be very painful for your feet if you had to stand for half an hour in the same place.

As you wait for your stop, you pull out your phone again and read the job that you are going to have. It is basically becoming a nanny for a single father that lived alone with his son. Apparently, your employer, Mister Kurokawa, wanted to hire a nanny who has a college degree that involves working with younger children. Luckily for you, you just got your degree in early childhood education last year. Honestly, it was god-sent when you found this job ad while scrolling down through countless job sites on your phone, and it was a miracle when you were quickly accepted by your employer after sending your application online for just a few hours of sending it to them. Honestly, you thought that your employer would not even look at your application. You were just a fresh college graduate with little experience. Don’t even ask about your job history, which is a mess itself. Your job requirement is simple really: take care of the child as best as you can while simultaneously stimulating his capacity for learning and mobility. Which is the usual requirement for most of your previous jobs already. Your employer also sent you information that involves his son. He’s eight months old and dubbed ‘high maintenance’ by his father endearingly. His baby is very dexterous for his age and drinks more milk than a normal baby.

The baby was also very touchy especially to those who they have bonded with the most, which was very usual for babies his age. Mister Kurokawa had also sent you a few pictures of his baby, which were very adorable. Some of them were his baby wearing various colorful onesies, while others were him getting fed by him or his baby doing baby things. It made you hopeful of staying on the job for a long time, or at least a few years, since you are going to teach and raise his baby for quite a long time, and you can finally use your degree in something that you are really passionate about, which was a win-win situation for you honestly. Even if your situation is finally looking up, dread still lingers in your mind, since you have a sequence of bad luck on jobs. What if this also applies to your current one? What if in less than a month, something would happen and your employer, just like your previous one, would sack you quickly because of a reason that is out of your control or was just a small mistake. That really made you nervous, making your palms sweat.

But you shook away those thoughts, wanting to distract yourself from your past. Maybe that this would be different from your past employment since you can only focus on one person and have fewer demands compared to your previous jobs. And besides, you can now actually focus on a child instead of taking care of many without addressing their individual needs. Even though you love your previous experience with some of your previous jobs, it irked you that you can’t focus on a child’s problem without another one taking your attention, making the previous child feel ignored. You love the job really, but sometimes, it could get really demanding not only on your responsibilities but also the children that demand total attention from you.

As you pondered more about your situation, your train stopped and announced that you’ve arrived at the station that is your stop. You got up and exited the train car before looking at the address on your phone; the place that you were going to work at is a little bit far away from the station, but nonetheless, you then swiftly walk towards the exit and walk to your destination. As you walk towards the place, you somehow got lost. It’s your first time in Minato since you’ve never been in this ward of Tokyo before. You bit your lip anxiously while looking again at Google Maps; you have somehow got lost and even an app that could provide your location and ways couldn’t even help you. How screwed up does your luck have to be when it comes to your employment? Just as when you are about to call your employer for directions, you suddenly bump into someone.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you said in a concerned tone as you looked over at who you’ve bumped into. The man was shorter than you. He had healthy-looking tan skin and silky white hair. His eyes were a rare orchid shade, and his face looked like it belonged to one of those foreign models in magazines. His muscles are obvious as he wore a white turtleneck shirt and black baggy pants. “No worries, I’m okay - how about you?” he asked as he looked up at you, which made you lightly blush.

You can’t help but look away in embarrassment. “A-ah, I’m alright, s-sorry for bumping into you,” you stutter, not looking down to meet his gaze. You heard him chuckle in amusement, which made you kind of embarrassed, to be honest.

“Ah, are you lost? You seem anxious while looking down at your phone. Did something happen to you?”

You hear him ask.

You finally look back at him and shyly nod at his question, flustered by how obvious you are, but at the same time, flattered by the person’s concern for you. “U-uhm, it's actually kinda funny really, I have a new workplace at this ward and I- I don’t really know the place, so I use Google Maps and still I’m lost” you mumbled, ashamed of your current situation. As you twirled your fingers, trying to calm down, you saw the man then tilt his head for a moment but then smile at you, “I’m familiar with this place, so how about I point you in the right direction?” he offered, you then looked back at him, eyes widening in surprise.

You thanked the man for his help and apologized again before showing him the address of the place. When you show it to him, to your surprise, he just giggles and then looks at you. “I never thought that I would bump into you, Miss (L/N).”

Your eyes winded, realizing who he is. “M-mister Kurokawa, I-I’m sorry,” you hurriedly said and quickly gave him a low bow. As you looked down at the pavement, you heard an amused chuckle coming from him.

“No worries, Miss (L/N), no need for bowing”. As you heard those words, you looked back at him. Straightening your posture, you smiled, “Thank you for your consideration, Mister Kurokawa, I’m sorry that I have to meet you this way.”

He waved it off and offered to walk you back to his place, which you quickly agreed to. While walking together, you can’t help but to be embarrassed inside, why does it have to be this way to meet your boss? “Oh my god, I hope that he isn’t angry,” you thought as you thought about your earlier interaction.

When the two of you arrived at a rather slick-looking building, it was one of the few skyscrapers in the area, and it looks like it was rather well guarded for some reason. As the two of you entered the building, various people in formal attire bowed down at Mister Kurokawa, welcoming him back. Their action made you nervous, terrible thoughts swirled in your mind as you realized what kind of person is your employer. Obviously, he was a very important person, maybe an owner of a large company or an heir, since he looks too young to be the owner. When the two of you entered the elevator, you kept a polite distance from him, not wanting to make yourself look unprofessional like your previous actions made you seem. You needed to show him just how capable you were to be hired for this job and your previous stuttering didn’t help you gain that image; you hoped that for the next few days, your image in his mind would improve once you’d shown your capabilities on handling your job.

The elevator stopped and opened its doors, revealing a long hallway that led to an enormous door, which had a security camera in front of it. The two of you walked up to that door, which quickly opened once the camera recognized your employer’s face. After you entered the gate, the two of you walked into another hallway that had another elevator, which would most likely be the way towards Mister Kurokawa’s home. The two of you entered that elevator and waited for a few moments before finally arriving at his home, which is a penthouse above this building.

“Oh wow,” you thought as you marveled at the view of the skyscraper. The place overlooked every building in Minato, even the other skyscrapers. You could also look down to see the Tokyo Tower, which was very fascinating. You snapped out of your wonder and looked back at your employer, who was walking around the main building of the penthouse. The two of you entered a glass door that slid open, welcoming you to his house. As you expected, everything looks meticulously placed and designed as if it catered to your boss’s taste, which is most likely the case. The two of you then walked down a hallway, passing by rooms and glass windows that overlooked the gardens and surprisingly a tea house surrounded by a stunning chaniwa garden. The two of you then walked up to a stair which led to the second floor of the house, there you could see that the place has fewer rooms, but it is evidently the most used floor since this would probably be the place where the baby and your boss’s room was located.

The two of you then walked down to a door with a colorful out-of-place sign that said ‘Shinichiro’s Room’. Mister Kurokowa then opens the door, revealing an enormous room that is specifically made for a child. After he opened it, the two of you then heard a loud laughter of a baby, which quickly captured both of your attention. The two of you quickly walked up to the baby’s crib and saw him looking up at the two of you while playing with a small tiger toy. “Aw, your son is so cute Mr. Kurokawa,” you said as you looked at the baby, which is now confused as he focused his attention on you. “Please, call me Izana, Mister Kurokawa makes me feel old. "

You looked at him. “Really? But you look like you're in your late twenties, surely you can’t be much older than that,” you said to him, confused by his statement.

He looked at you for a moment but then let out a small titter. “Miss (L/N), I’m in my early forties, please don’t flatter me like this,” he said with a faint smile on his face. Your eyes winded, early forties? Holy hell, he looked so young!

“I-I meant it Mister- I mean Izana, you really looked younger compared to your actual age!” you exclaimed, bursting your words because of your nervousness. This caused your employer to giggle again before asking you to take a seat on the nearby chair to discuss your duties and responsibilities. The rules were simple really: take care of the child with great care, stimulate his mind and mobility as much as you can, feed him during a specific time period, and quickly change his diaper or clothes if there is even a small body fluid forming and most of all, don’t leave the penthouse without Izana coming back home.

“I assume that this would be simple for you, Miss (L/N)?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Got it, sir,” you said while puffing up your chest, assuring him that you can do this, but this caused Izana to let out an amused smile at your behavior.

Izana then looked at his wristwatch, “Oh, look at the time, it seems that I have work to do down in the building, Miss (L/N). If you need anything that is not available in this penthouse, just go down to the kitchen, and dial the landline phone and my assistant Kakucho will bring it to you,” he said, looking at his baby before he leaves.

After he left, you looked at the baby and smiled. To your surprise, the baby smiled back and even started giggling, which made your heart burst because of his cute behavior. You quickly lifted him up and cradled him to your chest. Although Shinichiro was surprised by your action, he instinctively processed the situation, like he recognized it as someone comforting him. He then let out a gummy smile and babbled at you. You smiled at him. It seems Shinichiro is not that of a fussy baby at all.

“Okay Shinichiro, let’s do some fun activities today, okay?” you said to the baby, the baby let out an excited gurgle as if he can understand your words. You giggled and looked at the clock that was in front of you - it seemed that it was his feeding time. “Okay, but let’s get you some milk first, okay?” you said as you walked towards the refrigerator in the room. The job is not that demanding, and the baby is really cute and not fussy. You just hope that your bad luck has disappeared because you are starting to love your job.

Weeks passed as you continued to be employed by Mr. Kurokawa, or Izana, as he insisted on being referred to. It is really fun and fulfilling to be employed in this job and you are really thankful for it, even though most of your interactions are with the baby or sometimes, Izana himself. But compared to your previous jobs - this one is a piece of cake. Shinichiro is not only unfussy but actually a really playful and active baby, which was a welcomed surprise when you found out about it a few days ago. As you continue to be employed, days have also flown by like it's nothing; before you could exactly recall how many days you have been employed and even remember what your lunch had been at that time, but now? You ertr too focused on caring for the baby to remember those redundant things.

Those memories have been replaced by your activity during your job like how many bottles of milk Shinichiro drink that day or how Shinichiro got up and took one step before he fall down the mattress, which you then quickly take a pic and report back to your boss, even though he didn’t ask for it. This job was really rewarding and at the same time hassle-free for you, it's almost like it's not a job, but a part of your lifestyle by now, which was rare for many people to have, and you are glad that after all of that string of bad luck, you’ve finally found a job that not only makes you employed but also gave you a sense of purpose in life as if this is destined for you.

“Okay Shinichiro, you can do it, come on,” you said to the baby as he warily looked at the floor. You have been encouraging Shinichiro to walk for more than a few steps. You want him to get used to walking and develop his mobility.

“Ehw ah-” you heard him grumble, not wanting to let go of the leg of the green plastic table.

“Shini~,” you playfully whined, wanting to encourage him. The baby looked up to you with a worried expression, still expressed on his face. You smiled in defeat as Shinichiro fell onto the padded floor and crawled towards you, wanting you to lift him up.

“I guess you’re not ready yet, huh?” you said as you cradle the child in your arms, who was burying his head into you, wanting to comfort himself. You smiled at his behavior. You know that someday, Shinichiro would be ready to finally walk a few steps, but not this day.

You sat on the nearby sofa and cradled Shinichiro to make him fall asleep and for you to clean up the place for the night. Just as you were about to place Shinichiro into his crib, you felt your phone then suddenly vibrate. You gently place Shinichiro in his crib and immediately took out your phone to see who was calling you, and as usual, its Mr. Kurokawa.

“Sorry sir for not answering the call quickly, I was just putting Shinichiro back to his crib,” you said to him, and you heard him let out a mirthful laugh.

“It's okay Miss (L/N), and also, did I always tell you that you can call me Izana? No need for that sir nonsense”

You blushed in embarrassment. “I’m sorry S- I mean Izana, I’m still not used to calling you so casually.”

You heard him on the other line letting out a hum, which made you very nervous. Although he was satisfied with your performance and conduct, you still couldn't shake off your nervousness because of your past experiences- your previous history still lingered in your consciousness like a faint shadow, as if reminding you of your past every time you’ve made even a simple mistake.

“Hmm, if you can’t get used to it, then can I call you (Y/N) instead? I think that it's unfair for me to call you Ms. (L/N) and me just Izana, and it could shake off that Mr. Kurokawa nonsense in your brain, so what do you say (Y/N), can I call you that?”

Your eyes widened but let out an okay for an answer.

“Great, (Y/N), sorry for calling you at this hour, I just wanted to check in on my son if he fell asleep already, looks like I was right.”

“I-is that all sir?” you asked, wanting to know if he wants to ask other questions related to Shinichiro, which you would gladly reply to.

“Ah no, I was also checking up on you, it's quite late and the last midnight train should be going a few minutes now.” Your eyes winded at his words and you looked at the time on your wristwatch. It's true, the midnight train would be in a few minutes and you are quite far away from the train station. “A-ah, I think I’ll just take a cab...” you replied, not wanting to agitate him due to your current situation.

“No can do (Y/N), there are fewer cabs this time of night and I don’t think that it's safe for you to travel alone during this time, I suggest that you stay at the penthouse guest rooms.”His offer shocked you. You, staying at this place for a night?

“A-are you sure Si- Izana? I do not want to cause you trouble,” you said, troubled at his generous offer.

“It's alright! You’ve been an excellent nanny for Shinichiro, he is much better now compared to before, he even whines to me when you are not in there,” he said mirthfully, praising you for your excellent work.

Shyly blushing at his declaration, you reluctantly agreed to his offer, not wanting to press things further. “I-if you say so, Mis- Izana.”

“Great, good night (Y/N) See you tomorrow.”

He then quickly hung up the call, and you turned off the phone, looking out the glass window of the room. Even though you have been working for Mr. Kurokawa for months now, you still couldn’t get used to it. Unlike before, you now have a job that not only pays you well but also had such a gracious boss that even lets you stay at his house. It's so contrasting compared to your previous jobs and employers, even though some of them are really nice bosses.

“Okay Shinichiro, I’m going to wash up now, be good okay?” you softly murmur as you look down at the baby in the crib. You always wonder who were the people that would care for Shinichiro while you’re gone. He has always been enthusiastic when you go back to your work, seemingly missing you while you were at home. “Oh god, I can’t leave him behind,” you thought as your mind started to fill with ideas about what is happening while you are gone, even though he is alright when you always see him in the morning, it doesn’t change you not knowing what is happening behind the scenes while you were gone made you nervous and even scared for Shinichiro.

You shook off your worries and quickly went to the nearest bathroom, which is in the nearby guest room, to wash up yourself. Thankfully, the bathroom had adult clothing and bathrobes. The clothes were tailored for men, which was alright for you since you only wore baggy clothes in your sleep anyway. You took off your black turtleneck shirt and high-waisted pants, revealing you in your plain gray underwear, and quickly took those off too and washed for the night. When you were done, you looked at the clothes on the bathroom cabinet, although there were clothes in there, you just now noticed that there was no underwear, not even for men. This made you flustered and looked at the washed bra and panty that you have taken off earlier. You can’t wear those, you need to wash them to be dry in the morning. You looked down and blushed at yourself as you put on the baggy t-shirt and short pants that were a tad big for you to fit in, but you managed to make it work as you exited the bathroom and the guest room and quickly entered Shinichiro’s room.

Thankfully, the baby was still sleeping, which means that you didn’t miss anything. You then sigh as you grab a few blankets and pillows and put them on the couch. You sat on the couch and looked at the time, it was almost two am in the morning, which means that you should really be sleeping by now. “Huh, I haven’t been up this late since college,” you thought as you put down your phone on the nearby coffee table and then lay on the couch. You then faced the couch’s cushion and bit by bit, your consciousness started to fade, which eventually puts you to sleep.

A few hours passed by, and you suddenly felt a strange tingling feeling running down your bottom, “Huh?” you mumbled as you felt a wet appendage trailing up to your soft cheeks and unto your clit, licking up a huge stripe. “W-what?” you thought groggily as you tried to look down to see if someone is touching you, but you couldn’t, as if you are paralyzed in your place. The now-identified tongue then started to twirl your clit around for a moment but then a pair of lips suddenly sucked it. “I- ah~ What’s happening?” you exclaimed as a feeling of pleasure then surged throughout your whole body. No, you can’t be feeling good about doing this, you need to get out of here with Shinichiro as fast as you can.

“Hyaa~!” you then mewled as you felt your ass and legs being lifted up by the person and finally tossed the short pants that were dangling on your foot earlier. You felt your assailant’s hot breath on your folds, which made you blush. You felt their fingers gripping your plush thighs as they then started to lick your folds. You wanted it to stop but you couldn’t do anything as the person licked and slurped your cunt as if they hadn't drank water for a long time. You can’t help but finally let out loud moans and mewls as they then finally put their tongue inside your vagina. You felt his hot tongue twirling and retracting it back and forth, fucking you with it. “Ah! Ah! St- Ah~” you moaned as you tried to get this person to stop and let go of you. They stopped, withdrawing their tongue, and finally diving out of your pussy, making you relieved at the moment. But that is proven short-lived as they then quickly shove two of their fingers, fucking you with them. As their fingers are reeling in and out of your pussy, you then hear familiar giggling, almost as if you knew who was doing this to you. The person then started to lap up your juices again, making you moan louder than before.

Right now, you are a mess of a person, both inside and out. Moaning and panting as you felt their tongue and fingers explore your wet, tight insides. You had masturbated on several occasions and felt good every time you did it but the pleasure that you got from touching yourself wasn’t comparable to this one. This made your cunt hot, wet, and tight all at the same time as foreign appendages roamed your wet caverns and sucked on your now sore clit. The heat pooling on your stomach starts to get unbearable as you feel yourself start to come. “Oh no, I’m gonna I-I’m gonna ahh~” you mewled as you felt yourself cumming onto the person’s face.

As you finally let out your cum, you just laid on the couch, panting, having no energy to move a single muscle as you felt the person lick and drink up your cum from your pussy and thighs. As you start to drift back to sleep, you felt the person crawling on top of you and whispering into your ear, feeling his hot breath on your skin.

“Sweet dreams, sugar.”

Your eyes widened as you recognized the voice. “M-Mr. Kurokawa?” you stuttered, not believing what you are hearing right now. You heard him hum and put his palm on your eyes, closing them gently. “Sleep (Y/N), you need energy for Shinichiro tomorrow,” he whispered, feeling his hot breath as he uttered those words. You slowly drifted into a mindless sleep, numbed by the orgasm you had earlier, feeling too tired to even open your eyes as you felt Izana gently cover you with a soft blanket and planted a kiss on your forehead.

You let out a loud gasp and got up from your sleep as you then looked out of the clear glass window of the room. You then tossed the blanket out of your body and then looked down at your bottom. Thankfully, you are still fully clothed down there, panties and all. You sighed in relief and checked out your phone - it’s eight in the morning, two hours before your shift. Slumping back down the mattress, you thought about your dreams earlier. You couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment as you recalled the wet dream that involved your boss eating you out while you sleep. You just can’t believe that you just dreamt about your boss that way. Sure, he was a very desirable man, not only for his physique and attractive face but also for his behavior towards his child Shinichiro. But you couldn’t see your boss in that light! Hell, you can’t even see him even jokingly flirting at you in a friendly way, much less him being so possessive over you.

You then sigh and rub your head. You have a job to do and you have an erotic dream that involved your boss is not going to be helpful. After rubbing your head, you then looked down on your lower half. Although you are sure that is just a dream, you can’t help but have a slight doubt about it because it was so vivid and felt too real. As if that dream of yours really happened. But you shook your head, surely, Mr. Kurokawa is not that type of person to do this. After all, he is so considerate and helpful whenever something has happened during your time at work and he even apologizes and pays you overtime time even though you just stayed more than an hour or so in your shift. Him assaulting you in your sleep is such an absurd thought that it's almost laughable, Mr. Kurokawa is anything but that kind of person.

But you can’t help thinking, what if it's true? That he did just that while you are so vulnerable? You couldn’t help but shiver at that thought alone. He was such a kind and considerate person to you, and it's so horrifying to think that he would do such things to you. You shook your head in disgust, no, why would he do that to you? With only just his physique, he could attract many women who would willingly sleep with him, even if for just a few hours. Him doing something to you, especially eating you out is such a wild thought.

While you are deep in your thoughts, Shinichiro let out a loud wail, which snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at him blankly for a moment before slapping yourself out of it. That’s right- you were only here because you have a job to do, which is taking care of Shinichiro. You shake your head and sigh and quickly get up and walk to his crib. When Shinichiro saw you, he let out his adorable gummy smile, which melted away your dilemma earlier. Smiling, you gently grab Shinichiro and carry him. Mr. Kurokawa would never assault you while you were sleeping - after all, how can a person like that produce such a cute and adorable baby?

It’s been a few weeks after the wet dream incident, but you still couldn’t shake it off your mind. Although you still do your job earnestly, it also affects your relationship with your boss. You really can’t help but to either freeze or flinch, every time he comes near you the flashes of that dream start to come into your mind like a tidal wave- of you being vulnerable under him, struggling to get him off you as you felt his tongue slithering inside your walls while massaging your clit, getting turned on by your whines and pleads. Which doesn’t help your amiable relationship with your boss as you unconsciously try to avoid him as much as possible while at work, which is not that hard considering he always came back after your shift is done.

You really tried your best not to be avoidant of your boss, you really did. But you really can’t help but feel uncomfortable and even scared every time he either touches you or gets close to you. You always triedto rationalize it by thinking that he’s your boss and you are afraid that he is going to fire you anytime soon or any other excuses that you might think. But deep down - deep down, you know that it's because of that realistic dream you had, and deep inside, you are afraid that it might be true that Mr.Kurokawa had assaulted you while you slept that night.

As you were tucking Shinichiro in for the night, you suddenly heard the door open. Looking back, you saw Mr.Kurokawa, who was wearing a dress-like black jumpsuit with silver necklaces and a loose belt. Although he looked so casual, you had a feeling that it's probably not - maybe he’s going out with his friends?

“O-oh, Mr.Kurokawa! I was just tucking Shinichiro in, I’ll be gone in a minute now.” you said as you tried not to look away from him.

Your boss just smiled at you. “No worries Ms.(Y/N)! I was just checking up on my son!” he said in his usual carefree tone that he had. Although you doubted that, you just nodded and continued to tuck the baby into the crib as your boss eerily watched you from behind. When you are finally done, you look back at Mr.Kurokawa and apologize for how late you’ve stayed, and quickly try to get home. But before you do that, Mr.Kurokawa stopped you and handed you some sort of card in your hand. Not wanting to displease him, you took it and looked at what it was. The curiosity turned into shock when you saw the content.

M-Mr. Kuroawa! I can’t take this!” You said as you tried to give the card back to your boss, which shook his head, refusing to take it back.

“You’ve worked for more than eight months in my house with no breaks every day, you deserve this,” he said as you look at him in disbelief. After all, the card that he gave to you is practically a meal pass to one of the most exclusive and expensive restaurants in Tokyo, maybe even in the whole world.

“Sir, I think that this is too much,” you said, trying to reason with your boss, but he just shook his head- insisting that you keep it. You tried to banter with your boss, trying to get the card back to him but he swiftly turned down your proposals and reasonings, and kept insisting that you keep it. In the end, you accepted the card reluctantly and thank your boss in embarrassment, after that you then say goodbye to him and head out of the penthouse and eventually the building.

While walking down the streets of Minato, you looked at the card in both fascination and curiosity. It's an exclusive meal pass for Midori. One of the most exclusive restaurants in Tokyo, it's one of the few three-star Michelin restaurants in Tokyo but unlike the other restaurants, Midori operates for only three months in certain seasons, which makes it difficult for people to dine in or book a reservation for the restaurant. You even heard that the yearly customers of Midori could be counted with your fingers - which means that your boss gave you a card that can basically give you an instant pass to enter and eat for free in Midori just because you didn’t take your vacation leave for more than eight months. Which frankly to you is both very generous and simply ridiculous. You know that many rich people in Tokyo would give you a large sum of money just to get this card and some might even blackmail you for it. You sigh in frustration as you feel a headache building up in your head as you keep thinking about what you are going to do with the card.

Sell it?

No, people might think that it's a fake.

Throw it away?

You know that the guilt would eat at you for a very long time.

You kept thinking about what you were going to do about it until you completely gave up on thinking about it. “Fuck it, I’m just going to redeem this, this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience,” you thought as you clutched the card and took out your phone- googling the location of Midori on google maps and quickly heading off to where it is. When you finally arrived at the building where the restaurant was located, you couldn’t help but feel nervous as the two doormen, who strangely recognized you, quickly welcomed you into the restaurant as if you were a very important person. When you enter the restaurant, one of the waiters quickly walks up to you and asks if you have a reservation - to which you silently reply by giving them the card that Mr.Kurokawa gave to you. The waiter just smiled and gently took the card from your hand, as if they were worried that they might offend you. But you just shook your head, you are just overthinking things since this is your first time in an exclusive Michelin star restaurant, the nerves are maybe getting into you.

When the waiter grabbed the card, another waiter popped up and guided you inside the restaurant. You followed the waiter to your seat, as you subtly looked around the restaurant. As expected it looked classy and fancy. The restaurant itself has a mix of modern and traditional Japanese architecture, although it is located in the middle of Tokyo, the restaurant has a ginormous Tsukiyama garden that can be seen in the whole restaurant, giving the restaurant a much more traditional touch.

When you are finally seated by the waiter, You couldn’t help but feel awkward at the situation as you are the only one in the whole restaurant as there are practically no people in sight. You tried to find a positive outlook in the situation that you are in, hey, at least there are no snobby people that would judge you, right?

As you tried to assess your situation, the server quickly came back and gave you the tasting menu of the restaurant and explained some of the dishes that are written there, which made you nervous since you only knew a few of the items in the restaurant. You just decided to pick the strangest named dishes on the menu, hoping that the dishes that you’ve picked would taste good. The server then jolts down your order as you put the menu on the table. When they are done they cautiously take away the menu and then bowed, saying that your complimentary appetizer would be on its way.

The eighteen-meal course came one by one as you started to eat, some are familiar dishes presented to you such as sushi and sashimi that you know came from expensive cuts of fish while others are western inspired dishes that you couldn’t figure out how to eat but just decided to wing it and eat it anyway. As expected, the dishes are fantastic, and sure, most of them could be eaten in just one bite but the whole course will make you full since the meal was an eighteen-meal course and not just the usual one dish or two that you usually buy when going out. While eating, there was something bothering you at the moment. There were no problems with the dishes since they were all fantastic and the servers were very professional, but there was an eerie feeling while you're eating in the restaurant, as if the servers were afraid of making a mistake or offending you in some way. You tried to comfort yourself by saying that it's just the nervousness of not only dining in a fancy restaurant but also being the only customer dining there but your gut says otherwise, as if something is going on.

But still, you silently ate the dishes that the server explained before serving them to you, just wanting to enjoy the rare experience while ignoring the nagging feeling in your gut. When you finally ate the last dish, two servers appeared in front of you, one cleaning out the dirty utensils on the table while the other poured you a glass of wine. The server who poured you the wine explained what wine it is and how old or what kind of fragrant and texture it has. Apparently, it's a 1968 Bruno Giacosa Collina Rionda wine from Italy, one of the finest wines that they have on their shelves right now.

When the server places the wine glass on the table, you then hold the stem of the glass and curiously sniff the wine, before taking a sip. But before you can finish the whole glass, you start to get dizzy - your vision blurring and you trying to hold on to the table, afraid of falling into the floor. But it's no use as your body slumps down on the ground, causing the half-sipped wine glass to break and it's content to spill into the ground.

As your vision darkened, you saw two men, who were in suits walking toward your form, “Hurry up Rin, the boss would be angry if we took too much time,” you heard one of the men say while the other just hummed in response. You felt yourself being carried by one of them, you aren’t sure who is carrying you since you are barely strong enough to see. As you start to fall unconscious you hear a familiar person that made your blood freeze in fear.

“Be careful with her, Izana wouldn’t want her to be injured.”

“K-Kakucho?” That name was in your final thoughts as you slipped out of consciousness, not strong enough to fight it any longer.

Your eyes opened slowly as you woke up with your head aching, and although you were awake, you still couldn’t really feel anything around you due to you being drugged earlier. As you started to get a grip of your consciousness, you couldn’t help but be shocked when you finally saw what was going on.

“M-mister Kurokawa?” You looked up at him, grunting and moaning as you felt your cunt being penetrated by his dick, you can’t help but moan as he keeps pounding your pussy into oblivion. “Ah, (Y/N) you’re awake,” he said as he continued slamming his long dick into your tight walls, rhythmically keeping up his pace as your confused face contorted into pleasure. Although it felt pleasurable by his actions, you can’t help but feel betrayed and hurt as the person that you’ve looked up to did this to you. You should’ve listened to your guts and kept your distance from him as much as possible or even outright quit the job even if you struggled to find one.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you kept thinking about maybe’s or what-ifs, as his cock kept stretching your wet but tight pussy. “Princess, don’t cry, I’m here to make it better,” you heard him say as he wiped away your tears and kissed your lips, entering his tongue into your mouth as his pace feverishly started to get faster. While his tongue swirled with yours inside your mouth, twirling your tongue with his, you suddenly felt a sudden jolt down there- it seems that his dick hit a specific place that you couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

When he heard your loud but unwilling moan, he stopped his movement and ended the kiss, which made you confused at first until he started to take his dick off of you until its tip is the only thing inside. He then quickly buckled his hips and slammed his cock into your pussy all the way into its hilt. You couldn’t help but loudly moan as you felt him pounding you like an animal, his dick continuously hitting that spot. “Sh-shtop-” you slurred as you felt his dick getting bigger inside you. But he ignored your pleas as he quickly slammed his dick back into your pussy, making you flinch in pleasure while shutting you up in the process.

“Ah~ (Y/N) your pussy is clenching my dick so hard,” he moaned as you felt his dick start to twitch while also feeling the heat and pleasure bubbling up inside you.

“S-top, please Mr.Kurokawa-”

You were cut off by your boss as his sharp gaze looked at you, and although his lilac eyes are soft, you couldn’t help but see another expression in his eyes.

“Don’t call me that, call me Izana,” he said as he kept his eyes locked on yours. If this wasn’t an unwanted situation, you ought that this would have been very romantic, but right now - it's the opposite of that.

“M-Mr, Haaah~” you moaned, not even saying his name as he pinched your sensitive clit.

“No, Mr.nonsense, just call me by my name,” he said, as you desperately looked up at him, wanting this to end.

“I-Izana, s-s-top, I’m gonna -”

You saw him smile knowingly as he kept pounding in and out of your cunt.

“Gonna what princess?” he teased.

You can’t help but cry in pleasure as you felt yourself cumming all over his dick as you clench his back for support, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. After your orgasm, you felt him start to quicken his pace, continuing that feverish phase from before. With a few strong and quick thrusts, he unloads his cum inside your tight walls, moaning in pleasure as your pussy milked his dick for all its worth while you lay there panting; your naked form twitching and convulsing in overstimulation due to the climax earlier.

As he finished cumming inside you and pulling his dick out of your insides, you then looked up to him, tears rolling down your eyes.

“P-please, l-let me go,” you said as you fruitlessly tried to get away from him. When he saw you trying to move away, he quickly grabbed both of your thighs and spread them, making your pussy, which was still twitching while oozing with his semen, visible to his view.

“Look at you, after you milked my dick, your pussy still wants my cock so bad,” he said as he used his finger to push the semen back inside your cunt, making your toes curl due to your body being sensitive.

“I- please Izana, I won’t tell anyone about this” you plead, wanting your boss to let you go. He stops as you look at his expression, his expression now turned dour by your words. “Or what (Y/N)? You will quit and go back fruitlessly trying to find a job?” your eyes widened in shock at his words. He let his finger out of your walls but kept his hands on your knees, still spreading your legs apart.

“H-how did you know that?” you stuttered as he kept his gaze at your naked form, smiling at your question.

“I run background checks on all of my employees (Y/N), especially for the one that would be taking care of my child,” he replied as you looked down in shame.

He continued. “Do you want to go back to that lifestyle (Y/N)? On the verge of being homeless with no one to turn on or help you?” You tearfully looked away, feeling your heart clench, it's true, all of his words are true. Izana saw your forlorn expression and gently touched your cheeks making you look up at him again. “It doesn’t have to be that way (Y/N), you have Shinichiro and me, you don’t have to be lonely anymore,” he said as he gently hugged you. You couldn't help but start sobbing on his chiseled chest. “There, there,” you heard him mumble as he caressed your back trying to soothe you.

The two of you stayed there for a while until you felt his dick harden inside of you again. “(Y/N),” you looked up to Izana who was smiling at you. “Can I?” he asked as you felt his dick twitching inside your pussy. Without a care in the world, you nodded and then spread your cum filled pussy with both of your hands, worldlessly coercing him. As he starts to move again, he smiled and look at you.

“I love you, (Y/N), I really do.”

Your dull eyes looked at him, not minding the situation anymore. Smiling, you hugged his neck and gently kissed his lips. “I love you too Izana,” you replied earnestly. As you felt his hips start to move again, you can’t help but feel nothing anymore. He’s right, there is nothing for you out there, no family, friends and barely finding a job, who is the person that took you in? That’s right, It's Miste- no, Izana. He’s the one that gave you every opportunity that you desperately needed and on top of that, Shinichiro gave you purpose again, he would be lonely without you.

With that in mind, you tightened your grip as Izana bucked his hips down on you, pounding you into the mattress as your pussy started to clench tightly around his dick. It’s alright, as long as you have Izana and Shinichiro, it doesn’t bother you anymore.

You finally have people that would be with you.

You are not alone anymore.

As you slip into pleasure once more, you couldn’t help but feel like something broke inside of you- no matter what it was, it's just a minor inconvenience anyway.

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blueepink07 · 5 months

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Yuno MV locations from the first three dates

Beginning with yellow Yuno, we have the Hachiko statue - Tokyo, Shibuya ward

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"Professor Eizaburo Ueno of Tokyo University adopted Hachiko in Akita prefecture in the early 1920s. The two were inseparable, with Hachiko accompanying his master to Shibuya Station each day when the professor would head off to work at Tokyo's Imperial University. The faithful pup would come back to the station each afternoon at 3pm to greet Ueno upon his return. Unfortunately, the professor died in 1925 while at the university and never returned for a final goodbye with his pet. However, the loyal Hachiko continued to visit the station daily until his own death nearly 10 years later. His own death made headlines, and he was cremated and buried next to his beloved owner."

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Next, we have the karaoke where Yuno goes after!

On the karaoke machine it can be seen the word "Joesound" written. Although there isn't a place or a company named like this, I had found a karaoke place near Hachiko statue and Shibuya scramble crossing (since Yuno seems to remember some landmarks from Tokyo she had visited) named JOYSOUND.

Unfortunately, I couldn't find the room where Yuno stayed, however the machine and TV look similar with the one from the MV.

Also, a fun thing to note for the reason why they might have chosen to write Joesound instead!

"The closest sounding kanji name to "joe" is 常 (Jō). It is pronounced "Jō" with two syllables. The kanji means "constant" or "always"."

I think the meaning is similar with what the lyrics of Stickybug imply. To be always by your lover side (like a stickybug) until the day you die.

"If I’m lucky, we’ll stay like this till the day we’re covered in wrinkles

Since I’ll surely be just as smitten with you on the day I die

I want to make all your dreams come true

As for my dream, it’s to be that stickybug right by your side"

Going back to the Hachiko statue, the message of the story has similar connotations. Hachiko never actually stopped from loving the professor, always coming back to the station, until the day he died too...

Continuing with green Yuno! These where the easiest to find and I don't think there is much to say about them...

Tokyo Skytree - Sumida city ward

From the shape of the window structure, it looks like Yuno was on the tembo galleria.

No wonder Yuno has dressed herself up so elegant! The client definitely has a lot of money, considering the price to visit just the Tokyo Skytree is 6800 yen for both of them (45,37 $)

During night, however, the scenery changes and Yuno is now in Tokyo tower - Minato ward. They seem to be in an expensive restaurant!

Assuming that they also visited the Tokyo Tower, depending on which deck they went, the prices still seem to be somewhat high!

If they visited the main deck, in total the price should be 2200 yen (14,68 $). For the top deck tour, in total the price should be 5400 yen (36,02 $) (online reservation) or 5800 yen (38,69 $).

Next we have purple Yuno!

Yokohama Cosmo World - Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture

(I would be happy if someone can read the hour on the clock...!)

"Yokohama Cosmoworld is an amusement park in Yokohama’s bayside Minato Mirai district. Although it occupies a rather compact area, it has a variety of rides and attractions which are suitable for either family outings, days out with friends, or romantic dates."

What is interesting about this amusement park is that there is no entrance charge!

However, a single ride can cost between 300 (1,98 $) - 900 yen (5,95 $).

Since the Ferris wheel seems to be the main attraction in Yuno's MV:

"Yokohama Cosmoworld is dominated by a giant Ferris wheel, called Cosmo Clock 21, which has a large digital clock at its center. Standing 112.5 meters high with a 100 meter diameter, this was the world’s tallest Ferris wheel until 1992, and it still holds the record as the world’s biggest Ferris wheel with a clock. Cosmo Clock 21 is one of the characteristic features of the Yokohama Bay skyline and is especially beautiful at night when it is illuminated with an LED light show of constantly changing colors."

"The wheel has 60 gondolas which can each carry eight passengers and it takes 15 minutes to complete a full turn of the wheel. A ride on Cosmo Clock 21 costs 900 yen."

It seems that this image takes place during day, most likely when Yuno and the client where on their way to the Yokohama Cosmo World. Considering that they don't get back home until night, they probably spent all the day until closing in the amusement park. (Cosmo world is open from 11.00 to 20.00)

The client definitely spent a lot of money, taking into consideration that they probably tried many rides!

Since I tried to estimate how much money some of these clients spent, I want to point out the client which appears with Grey Yuno in the second MV. Grey Yuno seems to be the happiest with him and even shows his hand (hands seem to be very important in Milgram, Amane's second MV is a good example for this, the hand representing her mother, an important character for her story) which at some point in time gave her warmth. The places where they go on a date don't seem to be some important landmarks as the others, so the money the client payed shouldn’t be as much. He also only gives 3000 yen (19,82 $) to grey Yuno, which quite pales in comparison with the money some of the other clients spent .

To round off I will add some pictures to visualize better the places where Yuno went!

#milgram #milgram yuno #yuno kashiki #milgram theory

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maristelina · 1 year

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MILGRAM Character Locations

These are the location of MILGRAM prisoners based on their prisoner card. Unfortunately, the source (Fancult Discord) is no longer available. It is translated by eilko and the prisoner cards were on raw format available for premium app users.

・Haruka - Nagaoka City, Nigata (Also known as City of Water). ・Yuno - Nakano Ward, Tokyo ・Fuuta - Itabashi Ward, Tokyo ・Muu - Minato Ward, Tokyo ・Shidou - Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo ・Mahiru - Hyogo ・Kazui - Yokohama City, Kanagawa ・Amane - Fukuoka ・Mikoto - Shibuya Ward, Tokyo ・Kotoko - Akasuka Ward, Tokyo

The photos don't seem to have any correlation to the actual location or the written location is wrong.

#milgram #MILGRAMtranslations #MilgramCypher

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theroyalsandi · 1 year

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Crown Prince Fumihito and Crown Princess Kiko were sent off by their children, Princess Kako, and Prince Hisahito, and left their residence in Akasaka Imperial Palace in Tokyo's Minato Ward by car for Haneda Airport, to attend the Coronation of King Charles III | May 04, 2023

#royaltyedit #theroyalsandi #crown prince fumihito #crown princess kiko #princess kako #prince hisahito #japanese imperial family #my edit #dam hisahito is tall #it's looks like he's taller than his dad #and he's only 16 years old

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dottores · 2 years

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LITTLE DARK AGE

haitani ran x fem!reader x haitani rindou

summary: eight years later, you finally return to tokyo and find yourself caught in the middle of a violent gang war between the two most ruthless criminal organizations of tokyo’s underworld, forced to choose between blood and love.

genre: bonten timeskip, angst, forbidden romance, childhood friends -> strangers -> lovers, 18+ MDNI

warnings: fem!reader, gang violence, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, explicit smut, polyamory, profanity, MCD, unedited, MTBA

chapter warnings: threat of sexual assault, perjury, explicit mentions of class privileges/discrimination, court scene based off of US court of law

previous chapter -> masterlist -> next chapter

CHAPTER Ⅴ. YOU'RE GONNA GO FAR, KID

SIXTEEN YEARS EARLIER.

“Is this the best idea?”

Rindou’s fists were tight at his side, nails digging into his palms as he stood next to his brother, warily eyeing the group of older boys that stood at the mouth of the alley, blocking any possible escape route for the two of them.

Even as the words left his lips, Rindou knew the answer. It might not be the best idea but it was the only one. Kuroiwa and Shimada kept moving closer and closer into their territory, closer to you and your school and the penthouse and Rindou had a sick feeling about it. And he knew that to some extent, his worry was unwarranted--Miss Yua and Mister Ayato were driving you to and from school, to your skating lessons and back. You never went out alone--Rindou was always with you and Ran was hovering around in the distance watching over both of you but…

It only takes one slip up.

The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Doesn’t matter,” Ran said and Rindou glanced up at his brother--he was sure that he had never seen him so serious before. Ran’s lips were pressed together tight and his eyes were sharp as he watched the group gathering at the entrance to the alley, more showing up as each second passed.

Ran stepped forward. Rindou stiffened.

“Too afraid to face us on your own that you had to bring your entire gang, Kuroiwa?” Ran looked deceptively at ease as he mocked the president of Max Maniacs but Rindou knew better--he could see the way that Ran’s shoulders were tenser than usual and he could see the way his lip twitched in irritation.

“Relax,” Kuroiwa stepped forward, Shimada at his heels, a cigarette hanging between his lips, and Rindou grit his teeth at the lazy drawl. Fucking sleaze, Rindou thought to himself, “They’re only here to watch. You know how it goes, we need witnesses.”

“Witnesses are supposed to be neutral,” Rindou spit out and Kuroiwa turned his beady gaze onto him. He didn’t like it, it made his skin crawl.

“There are no neutral parties in Roppongi,” Kuroiwa said, “Only us and you.”

Rindou exhaled through his nose, teeth grinding together, knowing that Kuroiwa was right. All of the minor gangs that had been littered throughout Roppongi and the rest of Minato had been absorbed into Max Maniacs. And while going to a gang from another ward was possible, the only other real option was the Black Dragons based in Shibuya and Rindou wasn’t even sure if they could be considered an option considering how unstable they had become over the past year. Rindou was pretty sure they had gone through a matter of three leaders in the course of nine months.

“Guess it’ll just be us by the end of the day, though,” Shimada was the one to speak up and Rindou’s gaze darted up, nose wrinkling as the older boy spit out a wad of saliva to the ground. “One way or another,” he added.

“One last chance to settle this peacefully,” Kuroiwa told the two of them and Rindou grimaced.

There would be no settling this peacefully. Rindou knew this, hands tight at his side, Ran knew this from the way his gaze darkened, Kuroiwa knew it from the amused smile twitching on his lips and Shimada knew it from the snort that ripped from his mouth. Even if they did what Kuroiwa and Shimada wanted, joined them… Rindou grimaced. There was already too much bad blood, he and Ran had fought with just about every member they had come across around Roppongi. It would not end well for them.

“No?” Shimada’s voice grated against Rindou’s ears, hatred stirred in his gut. Ran would end up fighting the president, he would end up fighting Shimada. Unease hit him almost immediately. Shimada is bigger than him. A lot fucking bigger than him. And Rindou had training, yeah, but… He swallowed thickly.

He’d have to fight smarter, be faster. One hit from Shimada could fuck him up bad. He couldn’t let the two of them gang up on Ran.

Fight smarter, he reminded himself. Pretend you’re at the dojo.

But he’s not at the dojo, this isn’t a supervised spar. They could fucking kill him, kill Ran. They could go after you once taking the two of them out.

His heartbeat was racing and Rindou could feel the panic beginning to take hold. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, Breathe out.

Losing wasn’t an option. Fight smarter.

He shared a look with Ran. Calm down, Ran told him silently, we’ll be fine.

And for a second, Rindou was jealous, and it was for such a petty reason that Rindou didn’t even want to admit it to himself. But he just could never understand where Ran got all of his confidence from. He supposed that was a lie. Of course, Ran was confident, he was good at everything he set his mind to; a natural where Rindou had to put in hours of training just to even have a chance of keeping up.

And Rindou hated it, he hated how when you were around watching them spar, your eyes would always follow Ran instead of him; he hated how Ran would always stay behind without him having to ask, knowing that Rindou was going to spend extra hours training; he hated how no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seen to catch up to Ran.

Now’s not the time, he told himself, focus.

“Guess it’s a no then,” Kuroiwa said after a moment when neither of them responded to Shimada. He looked over at Shimada. “Let’s finish this then.”

Rindou stiffened, Ran’s lips pulled up in a thin, unfriendly smile, “Yeah,” he agreed, “let’s.”

Shimada was on him in a second and Rindou’s eyes shot open, barely dodging a fist aimed for his face. Focus, he told himself, lips twisted down. His eyes darted to the side, catching sight of Kuroiwa engaging Ran in combat.

Fuck, Rindou was more than capable of fighting on his own. He knew that. He did. He was confident in his fighting abilities even if he acknowledged Ran was better. But… it didn’t matter, he reminded himself, more insistently, focus. You won’t win if you don’t focus. Don’t let them gang up on Ran.

Rindou grunted, taking a blow to the side as he took the opportunity to grab his arm, twisting it hard enough for Shimada to let out a sharp shout of pain before Rindou drove his fist deep into the man’s gut--once, twice, three times, and he was going for a fourth when he found himself flung back hard against the building on the alley.

His head hit the concrete with a painful smack and a loud crunch resounded from his left arm. His vision spun and the breath was ripped from his lungs as he desperately tried to stand back up before Shimada was on him.

“Y’know, we’ve been lookin’ for you fuckin’ douchebags,” Shimada spit out and Rindou wiped the blood from his mouth as he rose back to his feet, begging his vision to stop spotting. “You haven’t been in the alleys you usually hang around, f’months now.”

That’s right. Eight months, to be exact. It had been eight months since they had moved into the penthouse and Rindou still couldn’t get used to having a stable place to live with a roof over their heads, food in their stomachs every morning and every night, to having air conditioning when it was too hot and heat when it was too cold. Even when they had been stuck in that orphanage, they had to fight for food and froze at night during the winter with their flimsy sheets and broken windows. Rindou wasn’t sure there was ever a time before the past eight months that he and Ran were genuinely living and not just surviving.

Focus, he reminded himself again. Focus or you’ll lose it all.

His heartbeat hammered in his chest. His throat closed up at the thought. He couldn’t. He couldn’t let them lose it--he’d never seen Ran so at ease before these last eight months, so content. He was always stressing about food and clean water and shelter and gangs. He had rarely smiled except for when fighting and even then they weren’t genuine smiles. He couldn’t let them lose it.

“So we did some lookin’ into it, yeah?” Shimada’s words drew Rindou back to attention, and an uncomfortable feeling began to rise. “We’ve had our eyes on her for a hot minute, y’know? That pretty thing that always hangs around the two of you,” he said, “The Izanagi heiress.”

Rindou’s heart dropped. “Well take them off her,” he spit out, and he hated the way that his voice slurred.

“Nah, don’t think we will,” Shimada said and the grin on his face was nothing short of lecherous and it made Rindou’s skin crawl. “After we put the two of you down, we might just take her for ourselves.” Rindou’s ears rang, the words echoing in his head, his blood ran hot with fury but Shimada just continued, “You get a piece of her yet? A bit young for my taste but bet she-”

A sickening crack cut him off mid-sentence and Rindou turned his attention toward where Ran was standing over Kuroiwa, face blank and blood staining his face. His eyes widened when he saw Kuroiwa laying limp on the ground, blood pooling around his head.

Ran turned toward Shimada, “What the fuck did you just say?”

Shimada laughed but Rindou’s body felt cold because he wasn’t sure if he had ever seen Ran like this before, he went to step forward. “Fuck you-” Shimada began but Rindou could only watch as Ran was on him in a second, fist driving so hard into his face that it sent Shimada sprawling to the ground.

“Rindou, hold him down,” Rindou barely even recognized Ran’s voice, staring at him in disbelief. It sounded cold, empty, “Rindou, now.”

Rindou’s body moved on automatic, locking his arms and legs up so that Shimada couldn’t move, grimacing as pain shot through his left arm. He let out a grunt as Shimada desperately tried to kick him off. The laugh that pulled from his lips surprised even him--it was nothing short of cruel as Shimada let out a cry of pain, the joint-locking technique that their Sensei had taught him at the dojo taking effect as the older boy struggled against his hold.

Ran was on him in a second and the laugh that had been on Rindou’s lips fell instantly catching the lethal expression that had crossed over his brother’s face as he drove his fist into Shimada’s face over and over and over again--blood splattering on his clothes, his face, spilling on the ground below them.

“Ran,” Rindou’s voice was weaker than he intended as he tried and failed, for the first time, to get Ran’s attention. “Ran!”

Ran ignored him and Rindou cringed when a loud crack echoed in his ears as Ran’s fist drove into Shimada’s face again.

He knew. Rindou knew his brother better than anyone else in the world and he knew that no matter how much Ran tried to avoid you, no matter how hard he tried to push it away, no matter how often he brushed you off whenever you tried to talk to him, Ran cared about you. Rindou could see it in every stolen glance whenever you weren’t paying attention, every time he went out of his way to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself when he could have just let you fall, every time he’d rush finishing whatever they were doing to make sure they could get to your school before classes let out so they could make sure you got home safely. Ran cared about you, and if Rindou knew one thing about Ran, it was that he cared deeply--so deeply that Rindou was sure that it scared him and that was why he was so insistent on holding you at arm’s length.

“Ran, you’re gonna kill him,” Rindou said but he knew that his words weren’t getting to his brother and his hands trembled around Shimada’s limbs as they went limp in his hold, “Ran, we’ve gotta go, we won, we-”

“Oi! Hands in the air, back away from him!”

No way. Rindou’s heart felt like it was lodged in his throat. He looked up, backing away from Shimada immediately as his eyes fell upon the cops lining the mouth of the alley, guns raised and pointed at him and Ran. He grabbed Ran by the back of the shirt, yanking him off Shimada and Rindou watched as clarity slowly began washing over his face, as his eyes darted between the cops and the dead end alley behind them.

Nowhere to run.

The cops were on the two of them in an instant, yanking Rindou away from Ran and making him let out a hiss of pain at the grip on his left arm. “Hey,” Ran shouted, “The fuck are you doing? Let him go!”

The cops ignored him and Rindou grimaced as he cuffed his arms behind his back, “Hey,” Ran’s voice was louder, edged on desperate, and Rindou hated it. Ran never sounded desperate, “Let him the fuck go! He didn’t do anything!”

Rindou nearly stumbled to the ground as the cops jostled him forward toward the car, Ran shouting up a storm as they dragged him along.

“Rin! Ran!” Rindou’s breath caught as he heard your familiar voice calling for them, gaze darting to the side to see you running down the street toward them, eyes wide, panting and still in your school uniform, “Hey! What are you doing with them? Let them go!”

You pushed past two cops that tried to stop you from reaching them, failing to push through the third as he grabbed you by the arm, dragging you back, “Let me go! Hey, let me go right now!”

“That’s the Izanagi heiress,” one of the cops holding Ran muttered as they pushed the two of them into the car, “The hell is she doing out here?”

“Ran, Rin! I’ll figure something out, I promise, I-”

Your voice was cut off as the doors slammed shut behind them and Rindou wanted to cry because he was pretty sure they had just lost exactly what he had feared.

Your feet padded against the white tiles as you took off down the halls of Izanagi HQ, sweating through your school uniform having sprinted halfway across Roppongi to get there. You ignored the secretary yelling behind you, telling you to stop because your uncle was in a meeting.

You didn’t care. He’s avoided you since your parent��s funeral and you needed him now, so he would deal with you whether he liked it or not.

You pushed open the doors to his office, catching sight of him talking with an unfamiliar man. You kept your chin high, trying to hide your shakiness as both of the men turned toward you, “I need your assistance immediately!” you said. Your voice shook, your lip trembled, it was not going well.

Your uncle raised his eyebrows, “Y/n,” he murmured, “You should not be here.”

“I need your assistance,” you repeated, and it wasn’t what you had been trying to say. You wanted to tell him that two of your friends, your only friends, were just taken by the cops, that you didn’t know how to help them, but all you could do was repeat yourself in fear that you would break down if you voiced aloud what had happened.

The blood, the limp body, had they killed him? What had happened?

Your uncle stared at you for a moment but it wasn’t him that spoke next, “You must be y/n, I was wondering when we would meet,” your attention turned to the casually dressed tattooed man lounging next to your uncle, he gave you an easy smile that nearly settled your nerves until the sight of the Haitanis covered in blood came back to mind, “My name is Sugawara Iwao, I’m your uncle’s friend. What do you need help with, little one?”

Your throat was tight, your nails dug deep into your palms, “M-M-M-” you couldn’t get the word out, “My friends! They’re in trouble! They were taken by the cops, I think-” Ran’s bloody fists, Rindou’s ghastly expression, “I think something bad happened! I don’t know what to do.”

“By your friends, you mean the two boys that have moved into the penthouse?” your uncle questioned and you hesitated under his stare, unable to meet his gaze. You were uncomfortable, and you shouldn’t be uncomfortable because he’s your uncle, but you’ve only seen him once in your whole life and it was at your parents’ and sister’s funeral and it brought back bad memories.

You swallowed thickly, nodding. Your uncle’s lips tightened as he looked down at his phone before rising to his feet, sharing a look with Sugawara Iwao as he left the room, phone pressed to his ear, leaving you with the older man.

You eyed him from the corner of your gaze, and the expression he directed at you had you shifting in discomfort--sadness?

“Don’t blame Ichirou for his aloofness,” he murmured, “You look a lot like your mother,” his lips lifted into a wry smile, “Act like her too, from what I can tell.”

Your throat went dry at the verbal reminder of your mother, nails digging even deeper into your skin. You looked away sharply. Sugawara Iwao let out a sigh, “You’ll understand one day.”

And a part of you had wished that you had listened to your uncle’s secretary and waited for this stupid meeting to end because you couldn’t stand the pitiful look Sugawara Iwao was sending your way.

It took your uncle far too long to come back and when he did, his expression was grim, “Your boys are in quite the situation,” he murmured and your blood went cold. He shared a look with Sugawara Iwao over your head before kneeling down in front of you so that the two of you were face to face. You nearly stepped back away from him but managed to stop yourself. “We should be able to help them.”

Relief hit you like a tidal wave--relief that disappeared very quickly as the ‘but’ came.

“But I’m going to need you to do something if we want this to work.”

“Thank you, your Honor. I call to the stand l/n y/n.”

Rindou blinked, the helplessness that had been clouding his mind since the beginning of the one-sided trial fading for just a second. He wasn’t sure if he heard the name correctly but from the shocked whispers echoing around the courtroom at your surname, he figured he had heard correctly. He turned to look at Ran, who looked just as confused, before they both swiveled around to try to pinpoint where exactly you were.

Why were you even here? Much less being called to the stand?

It’s not like you could say much, not having been there when it happened. And Rindou was pretty sure there wasn’t much you’d be able to do even if you had been there. The prosecution had brought up half of the members of Max Maniacs as witnesses testifying against them, claiming that they had murdered Shimada in cold blood, beating him until he stopped moving, stopped breathing.

Claiming, Rindou felt sick, wasn’t claiming because it was the truth. He glanced at Ran who was once again staring ahead blankly. He’d barely spoken since the whole thing had gone down but Rindou caught the guilty looks that Ran kept sparing toward him whenever he thought Rindou wasn’t paying attention.

35 years. They were facing a fucking life sentence.

“Will the witness please stand to be sworn in by the bailiff?”

He finally caught sight of you as you rose to your feet, sitting between two well-dressed men--one that he recognized from the pictures around your penthouse as your uncle, and the other who was unfamiliar, tattoos peeking out from underneath his dress shirt.

“Please raise your right hand,” Rindou watched as you swallowed thickly, raising your right hand, “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”

“I do,” you said and the bailiff nodded at you to come sit at the stand. Rindou watched, confused, as you slipped out of the bench and walked up toward the stand, smoothing out your clothes before taking a seat.

And Rindou could see the anxiety in your eyes as your gaze drifted over them, not lingering too long before their lawyer asked you to state your name for the court.

“My name is l/n y/n,” you said, and your voice shook, and Rindou fisted his pants tight.

“Miss l/n, you were there at the confrontation between Haitani Ran, Haitani Rindou, Shimada Asahi and Kuroiwa Haruto?”

“I was,” you said and it took all of Rindou’s willpower not to let his eyes widen because what the fuck were you doing?

“Miss l/n, can you recount the events as you properly recall?”

And he watched you hesitate. He watched the way your eyes flickered back toward your uncle and the other man, and he watched as you ripped your gaze from them to look at Rindou and Ran before looking back at the defense lawyer.

“I left school early,” your voice was shaking and Rindou was sure your hands were trembling on your lap as well, “I wanted to get home because I forgot my ice skates. I had lessons right after school and needed to get them.”

You were lying, Rindou’s mouth was dry. You never had ice skating lessons on Thursdays. What the fuck were you doing?

“I was halfway home when they cornered me--Shimada and Kuroiwa, I mean. And-” your voice wavered, Rindou watched your bottom lip wobble. You were going to cry, and Rindou wanted to scream and shake you for trying to get up there and lie for them under oath. You were shit at lying and you were going to get in trouble and- “They were saying awful things, and-and I couldn’t run because they had me cornered and then more of them kept showing up. I-”

“She’s lying!” One of the members of Kuroiwa’s gang was on their feet in a second but one of the cops in the room was on him in a second, forcing him back in his seat.

“I was scared,” you ignored the interruption, “I-I didn’t know what to do and then they showed up,” you nodded at Rindou and Ran, “They fought them to help me but Shimada just wouldn’t stop. He kept making vile threats toward me and them, he kept getting back up.”

And Rindou could only stare, your words barely registering in his head as the lies spilled from your lips like second nature. And a part of him wondered if this was really you, because you were an awful liar--you couldn’t even hide surprises or gifts from them, they always had to pretend to be surprised whenever you finally showed them, but right now, if Rindou hadn't been there himself…

Even as the prosecution rose to begin the cross-examination, the tears spilled over your cheeks but your story didn’t waver. Half of the juries wore aghast expressions, the people attending the trial were whispering amongst themselves, and for a second, Rindou couldn’t understand it. They had been against them--him and Ran, that is, before you had taken the stand. They hadn’t taken anything they said into consideration, believing the word of the prosecution and their witnesses over him.

So why…

He caught sight of the gleam of expensive jewelry decorating your wrist and neck, the tears streaming down your pretty face, the way your body trembled and your eyes kept darting back toward your uncle.

Ah.

He realized very quickly why the tides had shifted in their favor so quickly. It had been the word of two against many at first, but now it was the word of you, a girl with an influential and affluent family name, versus the word of a bunch of delinquents.

They didn’t stand a chance.

And Rindou couldn’t help the giddy feeling that swept through him as the prosecution concluded the cross-examination, realizing they might not actually be facing as severe of a sentence as originally believed but at the same time, a heavy feeling settled in his chest when he noticed the expression on your face as you stepped off the stand after being dismissed by the judge.

The giddiness disappeared completely when he realized what exactly you had done for them. His throat felt tight.

He watched as you made your way back to where you were sitting with your uncle and the unfamiliar man; as your uncle squeezed your shoulder and leaned down to murmur something in your ear; as you looked up at him, eyes wide and an unreadable expression on your face; as the unfamiliar man patted the top of your head as the judge ordered the bailiff to take the jury to the jury room to consider their verdict.

And as your uncle looked away and the guilty expression on your face shifted into a more validated one, Rindou had a sick feeling that something had just fundamentally changed.

---

PRESENT.

“How outdated,” you said distastefully, nose wrinkled as you eyed the surveillance cameras that yours would be replacing, “No wonder crime has skyrocketed so high. How do you expect to catch criminals with… this?”

“How pretentious,” a familiar voice drawled in response and you nearly rolled your eyes as you looked over your shoulder to face the droopy expression of Yamamoto Takuya, the head of Izanami’s research and development branch. You shot him an irritated look, his lips lifted into a lazy smile in return, “The technology isn’t half-bad, you’re just used to ours.”

Your brows furrowed as you eyed the camera again, shooting a suspicious look back toward your old friend, “You’re late,” you said as he came up behind you, looking over your shoulder to inspect the surveillance camera.

“My flight was delayed, and you asked me to stop and talk to Yamagishi,” he said, he picked one of the cameras up, lips twisting down as he examined it, “maybe they are pretty bad.”

You snorted, actually rolling your eyes this time as you turned to face Takuya, taking in the bags underneath his eyes, “No sleep?”

“We had a breakthrough in segmenting on the new surveillance cameras--we’d been having trouble successfully separating speech signals from, y’know, regular ambient noise. It wasn’t too extreme but it was enough that it was reducing the effectiveness. Pretty sure we were able to pinpoint the issue though. Been spending the past few days trying to figure out how to fix it without having to redesign the whole program. Will probably go for another two before I crash.”

And you knew better than to try to scold him, or ask him to try to sleep. You had known Yamamoto Takuya since high school and he had always been an overachiever--driving himself into the ground to keep up with you academically, he had chilled once the two of you went to university, you had gotten into the same one abroad and had become friends while studying together there, being the only people each other knew, and when you had built Izanami, he was right at your side working with you on research.

He had chilled, yes, but you knew he still had the capability of going nights without sleep when he found something that interested him and you knew this issue had been bugging him since the initial development of the new software and the problem arose.

“Don’t even start,” Takuya said and you rolled your eyes.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” you said, glancing around the open area before turning around to fully face him. Considering your words as you leaned back against the table that the old surveillance technology was resting on, you finally asked, “What did you find out about Bonten?” your voice was quiet, little over a murmur. You were certain you were in a secure location, and that there was no one around to overhear but you couldn’t help but hesitate.

Takuya eyed you curiously before shrugging half-heartedly, “Not much. They’re good at hiding--was able to learn a bit about Kokonoi Hajime, though. Real rich, until you came back to Tokyo was pretty sure he was the richest person here. Surpassed your uncle a couple months back. Has some major footholds in the tech and pharma industries. Was going after Fujitsu Limited to try to secure his place in the tech industry over your uncle.”

Surpassed your uncle, you raised your eyebrows, letting out a low whistle. Impressive for someone that started with nothing.

You let out a huff, “I’m gonna be spending a shit ton at this event, aren’t I?” you muttered, tilting your head up to look at the glass ceiling.

“Oh yeah, a fuck ton,” Takuya agreed, “Doubt it’ll even be because of Kokonoi Hajime though. This auction is apparently a real big shot in the underworld of the east, was hosted in Vladivostok last year--gonna have shady organizations from all over tryna get their hands on the weapons.”

You let out a huff, letting your head drop down, face tilted toward the floor, “‘m gunna have to liquidate all my assets in the Philippines.”

Takuya snorted, “More than that, probably.”

You let out a groan, “Man, I hate it here,” you said, tossing Takuya a withering look when he nudged you.

“Why’re you even doing this, y/n?” Takuya asked quietly, “you hate this shit. I can see it in your face, I know you…”

You tuned him out, you already knew what he was going to say. Takuya hated when Izanami started getting involved with the shadier part of the world, and he knew you hated it too but… you were in too deep to back out now. And it was no one’s fault but your own. And now it wasn’t just you at risk--Ran and Rindou were at risk because of you, you and your technology.

You felt sick to your stomach.

You shouldn’t have gone to your uncle for help. You should’ve taken the loss, the embarrassment, the failure but-

“They know, Takuya,” you said, cutting him off mid-sentence. Takuya paused, looking at you. You couldn’t meet his eyes, “They know about Munich.”

Takuya’s expression dropped, “How?” he asked and you opened your mouth to respond but hesitated when you heard a pair of heels clicking against the ground, approaching you from behind.

You looked over your shoulder, a frown tugging at your lips when caught sight of the smooth, silvery pink bob cut of Kawaragi Senju, dressed in a neat, dark suit. “Is it time already?” you asked, pushing off of the table after shooting Takuya a look. He nodded once, making his way deeper into the building to take over overseeing the new installations. You would have to talk to him later, figure out how to approach the situation--figure out if there was a way to find out if Sugawara had any physical evidence on you or your uncle’s involvement in the Munich incident.

“Almost,” Kawaragi said, “Hanma is out in the car waiting. He can keep waiting though. I wanted to talk to you.”

You raised your eyebrows, waiting for the other young woman to elaborate, “The weapons--when we acquire them--you have a secure place to store them?”

You, you noted, narrowing into her wording of the sentence.

Interesting, you considered her curiously, did she not want you to hand them over to Sugawara? It seemed that way.

But you couldn’t help but hesitate.

Why? Because she didn’t trust Sugawara with them or because she was trying to set you up?

Or are you just reading into it?

You didn’t know, you hated not knowing. It made you anxious.

You had to confirm. Or try to at least.

“I do,” you finally said, “Is there not a place that all of you use to store… items?”

Kawaragi stared at you for a moment, face conflicted as if she wasn’t sure how to respond. Finally, she decided on, “There is,” her voice left no room for question. So there is a place, but she’d prefer the weapons not be stored there?

Ah, you realized, interesting.

“I see,” you said, “in that case, yes, I do have some place to store them.”

She nodded once, “Good,” she said, green eyes flickering back toward you momentarily, “Be sure to stick with Hanma or me during the event, there’s bound to be a hit on your head while there.”

She motioned for you to follow her and you did so, smiling thinly, “Having a hit on my head is something I’ve become used to over the years,” you said wryly but your mind was still on overdrive, nitpicking every word of the conversation that both you and she had spoken. Had you been reading into it? No there was no way, the way she worded it… but still… there was always a chance, “Men really do seem to hate women in positions of power.”

Kawaragi snorted, “That they do,” she agreed, holding the door open for you. Your eyes fell on a sleek dark car parked on the side of the road with its window rolled down. Hanma Shuji lounged in the back, raising one hand up in a half-hearted wave before looking back down at his phone.

Kawaragi didn’t seem inclined to continue the discussion, only walking with you toward the car and slipping into the back seat after you. As soon as you took your seat between them, Hanma leaned in uncomfortably close, “Y/n-chan, nice seeing you again,” he murmured, and it took all of your self-control not to turn to face him, knowing if you turned you’d be bumping noses with him, “You don’t look at all bothered, it’s about to get exciting, y’know? Figured you’d at least be sweating knowing there’s gonna be people after you in there.”

You turned to look at him, eyes cold and so close you could smell the faint scent of smoke on his breath, noses nearly brushing and a slow smile curled at his lips.

“There’s always people after me,” you said flatly, “Why are you so close to me?”

And Hanma laughed, not even bothering to move back. Kawaragi spoke before he could say anything, “Because he has no awareness of personal space,” she said dryly.

“Clearly,” you responded and Hanma gave you a mock pout.

“Look at you guys, ganging up on me like that,” he complained, leaning back against the window, eyeing you so knowingly that it had your hair on end. The wide smile shifted into a sharper smirk, “I guess I should’ve expected you two to get along, lotta similarities there.”

Next to you, Kawaragi stiffened and your eyes narrowed onto Hanma, trying to figure out what exactly he had meant by that.

It could just be that you’re both women and executives in the organization, you tried to convince yourself, but a heavy feeling settled in your chest--one that made you feel as if it weren’t that simple.

You decided to ignore the comment, “What’s the game plan for the auction? We have to stay there the whole night or can we leave after we get the weapons?”

You did not want to stay the whole night--especially if there was a chance that the Haitanis would be there.

You felt ill.

Bonten would be there--Sugawara is certain that they’re going to send executives to acquire the weapons. And if they’re there and if Sanzu is one of them, Hanma will recognize the pink hair from how you described in the meeting, and they’ll see the Haitanis with him and realize that they’re all together. The Haitanis would be outed as Bonten executives and there’d be nothing you could do about it.

And for a second, you hated yourself for not giving up the scarred, dark-haired one instead. There were millions of dark-haired men in Tokyo, you could have found a way to work with that to keep the Haitanis’ position in Bonten safe. But now, if Sanzu is there, you’re all but fucked.

Fuck.

“Sugawara is pretty insistent on us ID’ing the Bonten executives while we’re there,” Hanma said, “Wants us to take out their wallet too, if we can--would cripple them real good.”

“Mm, I’m sure they’re trying to do the same to us,” you said flatly, “How are we going to pinpoint who the Bonten executives are? There’s gonna be a bunch of different organizations there, yeah?”

Hanma only smiled, eyes dancing with mirth. Dread pooled in your gut.

“You just leave that part to me, y/n-chan.”

Was it on purpose?

Rindou didn’t know. His grip was tight around his phone as he glanced down at the message you had sent for what seemed like the millionth time since you sent it before turning off the screen, leaning against the wall and letting his hand drop back to his side, eyes sliding shut as mind raced.

He didn’t know, Ran didn’t know. No one knew.

And Rindou wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.

He wanted to believe it was just a coincidence. That you really just got caught up with work and were letting them know what was going on, unintentionally saving their asses from going out and getting ID’ed by your newly installed biometric technology that was being put up around the city.

But a part of him hesitated.

Because ever since you had left to go to university abroad, since you founded Izanami and made your way into the big league industries, you had become less than forthcoming with information toward them. Legitimate explanations had turned into, ‘sorry, gonna be busy, can’t call later,’ until you just straight up ghosted them.

And this was out of character, going into detail about what exactly the business you were dealing with involved to let them know why you wouldn’t be around. And yes, it might be because you genuinely wanted to reconnect with them, that you wanted them to know you weren’t just blowing them off for nothing--it would be the most logical explanation, Rindou knew that.

But…

But something didn’t sit right with him.

It made his skin crawl. Because why would you be warning them? How would you know they needed to be warned? Did that mean you knew they were in Bonten? How did you know that they were in Bonten? None of it added up and it made Rindou sick to his stomach because he didn’t want you to know that he and Ran had gotten involved with this, how low they had fallen.

He didn’t want you to know. It must have been a stroke of luck. He repeated it over and over again, desperately trying to convince himself.

“We shouldn’t even be here,” Kokonoi said under his breath, “we should have just sent fuckin’ Shion and his guys again.”

“Mikey wanted us to secure it, plus we can plug up their money stream by taking out whoever’s funding them,” Sanzu drawled, “stop bitchin’, Koko.”

Kokonoi shot Sanzu a lethal look, “We’re putting targets on our heads,” Kokonoi hissed, “We’re here to take out their wallet and I’m sure they have the same goal with us. And guess who that is? Me, I am our wallet. I’m the one-”

“Shut up already,” Sanzu complained, “your voice is grating.”

Kokonoi looked as if he were about to slap the shit out of Sanzu and Rindou wanted to blow his own brains out, head already pounding.

“It would look bad on us if we didn’t show,” Kakucho murmured, in agreement with Sanzu for once, “There are higher-ups from a bunch of different organizations here. Would’ve been a sign of weakness if we sent our men.”

Rindou wasn’t too sure of that, he fought back the urge to tug at the high-collared turtleneck he had on, face flushed from heat and the three drinks he had gone through already. And even so, who gives a shit about appearances when their lives are on the line?

“How will we even know who they are?” Ran asked, “There’s a fuck ton of people here. They could be here already and we have no idea.”

“Just keep your head on,” Kokonoi said, “We’ll be able t-”

“Oi,” Rindou turned to face Kakucho at the unusually sharp tone from the younger man, lips tugged down, “Think we’ve got company.”

Rindou followed his gaze up toward the balcony, frowning as his eyes fell upon people standing at the edge of the balcony--none other than Hanma fucking Shuji right smack in the middle, leaning on the railing, sin and punishment hanging over it on broad display for everyone to see.

Kawaragi Senju stood right next to him, gaze trained sharply in their direction and Rindou would have looked back to check Sanzu’s reaction had he not physically faltered catching sight of the woman who just approached on Hanma’s other side.

His brows furrowed and he swore his heart faltered, what the fuck?

His head snapped to the side, trying to spot Ran to make sure he wasn’t seeing things but Ran was in just the same state of shock, taking half a step forward, lip parted, eyes wide and aimed on you--you, who was standing next to Hanma Shuji, head tilted to the side as he leaned in close, murmuring something in your ear.

Rindou’s body was on fire and he shoved his hands into his pockets to hide the way his fingers had started trembling.

A coincidence? he thought desperately, but the sinking feeling in his chest only grew as Hanma Shuji nudged his nose against the side of your head before nodding in their direction. Rindou watched as your face turned, following Hanma’s eyes down toward where Rindou was standing with Ran, Sanzu, Kakucho and Kokonoi.

Your expression didn’t even shift once, no sign of acknowledgment, or recognition, a sort of stone cold emptiness that had Rindou’s heart in his throat, “That can’t be them,” Rindou didn’t even recognize his own voice as he shook his head, “It must be another group.”

“It makes sense,” Kokonoi said, voice low, “I don’t know how I didn’t put it together sooner. Of fucking course it was Ichirou that’s been funding them, he’s really the only one that can compete with me financially.”

“No,” Rindou said but even as he spoke, he knew he was only trying to convince himself, “It can’t be, she’s not involved with this shit. She-”

“Rindou,” Kakucho cut him off and Rindou hated the half-pitying look that Kakucho shot in his direction.

“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that,” Rindou spit out, mind racing as he looked back at Ran whose lips were twisted into a frown and whose eyes were dark as he looked up at you, Hanma Shuji and Kawaragi Senju.

There was no way, there was just no way, Rindou refused to believe it because he knew you, and he knew you’d never get involved with this life.

Unless you had no choice, a darker voice reminded him and he still tried to argue, no, you wouldn’t-

You had done shady shit in the past--lying on the stand when they were going to be sent to juvie to get their sentence lowered, threatening South at the detention center, you were capable of it but-

But Rindou couldn’t bring himself to believe it.

Even if he was looking right at you.

His gaze darted back toward Ran again, trying to figure out what the fuck he should do but Ran couldn’t seem to tear his eyes off of you, “Ran,” Rindou muttered quietly, trying to get his attention but his brother didn’t respond, the only sign of acknowledgment being the downward twitch of his lips. “Ran,” Rindou repeated but again got no response.

Rindou’s fist curled tight in his pocket, eyes darting back up toward where you were talking quietly with Hanma, dressed in a dark suit and standing too close to the man for comfort. Or, his comfort at least, you looked more than comfortable half-leaning into Hanma Shuji, whispering to each other like teenage girls at a lunch table in high school.

There’s no way, he thought, teeth grit together tight but he couldn’t even convince himself because Kokonoi was right. They should have known that it was your uncle funding the organization that kept stepping in Bonten’s way at every turn. He was the only one that could match Kokonoi financially, and they should have put together that the moment the tides started shifting into Bonten’s favor, you came back to Tokyo--not to oversee the acquisition, not to see them, but to deepen your uncle and that group’s wallet.

Fuck, Rindou was going to have a panic attack as he slowly realized what this all meant--he could feel his chest tightening and his body was searing hot, it felt like his skin was melting right off his bones. Calm down, he tried to tell himself before he spiraled. The last time he had to deal with this was…

His eyes darted back up toward you and Rindou’s mouth went dry when your eyes met his. He waited for any sort of acknowledgment, or any sort of hint that this might not be what it looks like but all he got was an empty stare in response--cold, calculating, void of any emotion that might soothe Rindou’s growing anxiety.

The means they know anyway, Rindou’s mind was racing, you saw them all at the club--him, Ran, Sanzu, Kakucho, Kokonoi--with the tattoos on broad display, there’s no way-

The hit.

Rindou’s world stilled, the hit, there’s a hit on their wallet--there’s a hit on you, you’re the one funding them, you-

“Sanzu, call off the hit,” Rindou’s voice sounded far away even to his own ears, and he didn’t even know why he was doing this. You left them, you were on the other side, so why- “Sanzu, call off the fucking hit.”

Sanzu didn’t respond, gaze dark and trained solely on Kawaragi Senju, Rindou snapped his attention to Kakucho, “Kakucho, call off the hit,” Rindou hissed. “Call it off.”

Kakucho wouldn’t look at him, “I can’t do that, Rindou,” he murmured and Rindou stepped closer to him, fist tight and arm shaking.

“Kakucho, I’ll fucking kill you, that’s y/n, call off the fucking hit,” Rindou was speaking before his mind could catch up and Rindou knew, he knew that he shouldn’t be saying this--defending you, who seemed to be in league with Bonten’s enemies, it was tantamount to betrayal and he knew that you didn’t deserve his defense but Rindou couldn’t stop himself.

“Rindou, we can’t-”

“Hi!” your familiar voice met his ears and instantly, the anger disappeared and was replaced by confusion. He turned to face, eyes falling upon the wide smile pulling at your lips. If Rindou had been anyone else, he would have fallen for the excited look and bright-eyed gaze you directed toward them.

Or, Kokonoi, actually, he realized once he noticed who your gaze was trained on. Hanma Shuji and Kawaragi Senju followed behind you, the former eyeing you curiously while the latter looked confused.

“You must be Kokonoi Hajime!” you said loudly, pressing a palm to your chest and Rindou’s brows furrowed ever-so slightly. You had met Kokonoi the other night, why… ”It’s a pleasure to finally meet the man that has backed my uncle so neatly into a corner! I must say I’m impressed, the fact that he had to call me back into town to handle you is quite the feat, if I do say so myself! He’s not one to ask for help, you know?”

“Handle me?” Kokonoi raised his eyebrows, and your smile widened and Rindou wanted to scream. He looked over to Ran, still unsure as to what to do, but Ran was only watching you, frowning deep, eyes dark.

“Oh, is that what I said? A slip of the tongue,” you laughed it off but for a second, when your gaze darted toward Rindou, the smile didn’t reach your eyes. It was not a slip of the tongue, Rindou recognized, throat tight--you were brought back to help take down Bonten. But you lied like second nature, so well that Rindou barely even caught the lies--all of your old tells long gone, and Rindou wondered just how much you had changed over the years.

You held your hand out toward Kokonoi.

“L/n y/n,” you introduced, and Rindou watched, an uncomfortable feeling stirring as Kokonoi took your hand and you immediately leaned in close, face inches from him. “But you can call me y/n,” you said, tossing him a wink.

Kokonoi, to his credit, did not look uncomfortable at the sudden proximity, “Call me Hajime,” he said, and your eyes turned up at the words as you finally took a step back. The uncomfortable feeling slipped away as fast as it came.

“I’m going to go make some rounds, I hope we get the chance to talk again later, Hajime!”

Rindou hated the way you said his name. He hated the way you didn’t look at him or Ran once. He hated the way your eyes glossed over them as if they weren’t there. He hated the way he could feel Ran’s discomfort even from several feet away. And he hated the way you didn’t even bother to look back as you and Hanma Shuji and Kawaragi Senju started to make your way to the front stage.

“Y/n!” another voice called, accented--German, maybe?--and Rindou watched as your expression dropped, eyes cold and unwelcoming, lips tight. Rindou followed where the voice had come from, eyes falling upon a young blonde man with dark eyes, “It’s been forever!”

You paused midstep, barely turning your head to look over your shoulder, eyeing the man from the corner of your eye. Hanma’s brows furrowed as he looked between the two of you, Kawaragi’s lips dipped into a frown.

Your face had drained of color and a heavy feeling settled in Rindou’s chest as he looked between the two of you.

Something was wrong. He was sure he’d never seen you so… scared. You looked fucking scared and it made Rindou’s skin crawl.

“Man, I think the last time we talked was in Munich! Can you believe it's really been six years?”

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REBLOGS N FEEDBACK V V V MUCH APPRECIATED

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#ran x reader #rindou x reader #ran smut #rindou smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #rin x reader #rin smut #haitani ran x reader #haitani ran smut #haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut

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asiaphotostudio · 2 years

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Tokyo, 2000 Shimbashi, Tokyo, Japan. 日本東京港区新橋 Photography by Michitaka Kurata

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a-forbidden-detective · 4 months

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The girl next door

For @flashfictionfridayofficial #FFF230: Fool me once prompt

Fandom: Ron Kamonohashi no kindan suiri/Ron Kamonohashi’s Forbidden Deductions

Note: Got inspired with Ron Kamonohashi voice actor Youhei Azakami’s costumes the other day. What if Ron Kamonohashi dressed up like that for a disguise? All mistakes are mine.

The girl had a pretty face. She was taller than an average Japanese woman. From Toto’s point of view, her long, straight black hair styled in braids with even fringes matched the eyeglasses that shaped her oval face and shapely lips dipped in rouge. Her school uniform suggested that she was probably attending the renowned private school for girls in Minato Ward. Truth to tell, he never had once encountered Ron’s tenants except for Dr. Mofu, who returned to her own flat three weeks ago. Toto waited until the young woman was already inside the building. At 27, he was still awkward toward the opposite sex, unless he had to deal with them professionally.

After counting until 10 using the car to take cover, Toto then walked toward the Maison du Kamonohashi and trailed the stairs to his friend’s flat. “Ron, are you in?” He called in after buzzing the bell three times. On the door hanged the ubiquitous“Manager’s Office” signage. No answer. A few minutes later he heard rustling from the other side of the room. “Ron? You told me to come,” the police detective called out again. Nothing would prepare Toto for a big surprise when he realised who opened the door. It was the young woman he saw coming in to the building. “Hello!” Her high-pitched voice hit Toto like a whiplash. “Ah!” Toto quickly recovered. She was more beautiful closer. Her icy blue eyes reminded him of his friend’s, which were now freed from the glass frame. Ron never informed him of a younger sister, didn’t he? “I-i-i-is Ron here?” Stammered Toto, beads of sweat began to run on his forehead. The young woman arched her left eyebrow, smiled mischievously. Her full lips reminded him of a certain someone, who was not in the room, apart from those eyes. “He sent me a text saying he needed some help,” Toto mustered the words more coherently. “Yes, he did. He wanted your opinion on a particular case,” replied the woman, who guided him to the lounge area to take a seat. Toto chose the red armchair he always sat on. She then positioned herself in front of him and began to lift up her skirt and slightly bending her knees as if to pay a curtsy to an aristocrat. As soon as she stood up, her fingers began to untie the ribbon on her chest, then proceeded to unbutton her blouse. Toto’s eyes went bigger and wondered what the hell was happening. The police detective noticed that she was wearing a grey camisole. “I-I-I a-am not … what this is…” Surely there had been a mistake. Toto tracked the woman’s hands attempting to remove her undershirt. The skin-toned brassiere was suddenly on the floor. What???? Toto couldn’t help closing his eyes. He was still on duty and there in front of him was a beautiful lady. Whatever this was he was not prepared for it. “Relax, Toto, this is going to be as swift as possible!” His friend’s familiar voice echoed in the four corners of the room! The laughter was imminent. “Ron! You!!” Phew! There was both relief and disappointment in Toto’s sigh. “Only tried to fool you once Toto. I just wanted to gauge your reaction. You were never like that with Chikori-kun,” Ron explained. “Ron? But why?” Toto couldn’t help asking the reason of Ron’s disguise. “I noticed your reaction the other day when we watched a TV program featuring those idols wearing schoolgirl uniforms. So I made an experiment,” Ron smiled. “Don’t worry, Toto, no harm done.” Toto was speechless. He really thought the young lady was real. “Ack… I thought she was your young sister.” “Was she beautiful? Was she your type,” asked Ron curious now. “She was. But only because she reminded me of you,” Toto admitted his feelings.

“Ah! I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” Ron held his friend’s hands, who tapped it away, still upset. “Idiot,” Toto smiled back, his anger melting away.

~ fin ~

#kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri #ron kamonohashi #totomaru isshiki #ron et toto #rkdd fanfic idea #rkdd fanfics #flashfictionfriday #fff230 #fool me once #this is a silly post #flash fiction friday #rontoto

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adachimoe · 8 months

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Iwatodai (Kobe City x Odaiba Island)

The main city of Persona 3, Iwatodai, is fictional but it has two really obvious IRL inspirations. The location and the town map is a fictionalized version of Kobe city in Hyogo, over in the west.

Tatsumi Port Island is based on Kobe's Port Island, and the other island with Paulownia Mall (I'm now realizing I have no idea if this island has a name or not) is a stand-in for Rokko Island. The two islands have been made muuuuch closer and the P3 town map indicates there's a route to cross between them.

The white and black striped line going through Iwatodai Station is the white and gray striped line going through Sannomiya Station. This is the Tokaido Sanyo train line. I assume that there's no Iwatodai Airport for Kobe Airport because Kobe Airport and its island were still under construction when the game was in development.

Iwatodai Station itself must be Sannomiya Station. You can take a train that runs from Sannomiya Station through Port Island and onto Kobe Airport called the Port Liner. This seems to take the same path as the Anehazuru that the protagonist rides from the dorm to Gekkokan. The Port Liner is also above ground and over the water - remember how the party has to run along the above ground rail tracks to fight the High Priestess Shadow?

I recall that the Sannomiya area is considered the city center area in Kobe. So when Atlus mentioned that Adachi worked in the city center of Iwatodai, the area around Iwatodai Station is probably where he worked.

...which means that in Persona 3 Reload, I should be able to go to Iwatodai Station and bother Adachi. The real purpose of me bringing up Persona 3 on this blog at all is to try and will an Adachi cameo into existence. Will it work???

Rokko Island has a bridge connecting it to the mainland called the Great Rokko Bridge. In Persona 3, this bridge has been replaced with a bridge called the Moonlight Bridge. The appearance of the Moonlight Bridge is based on the Rainbow Bridge located in Tokyo.

Which brings us to our next Persona 3 IRL spot - Odaiba. (If you've played Persona 5 Royal, yes, it's the same Odaiba.)

While the map is Kobe, there are various elements taken from Odaiba. The aforementioned Rainbow Bridge connects Odaiba to the mainland. Tatsumi is an area on Odaiba and it might be where Tatsumi Port Island gets its name since they are written with the same kanji (辰巳). The inside of Paulownia mall resembles Venus Fort mall, pictured above, which used to be on Odaiba.

Iwatodai Station is based on the Yurikamome Line's entrance at Shimbashi Station. This isn't on Odaiba, but it's still related because the Yurikamome is the train you use to ride across the Rainbow Bridge to Odaiba. The Yurikamome is the other inspiration for the Anehazuru that the students use to go to Gekkokan in that they're named similarly - Yurikamome and Anehazuru are both names for birds.

"Minato Ward"

I think the Kobe thing might get a little confusing because despite the town map undoubtedly being Kobe, there is a point where they talk about Iwatodai being in the Minato ward in Persona 3. And, coincidentally enough, Minato is the name of the ward in Tokyo where part of Odaiba is located. However, only a small part of Odaiba is actually in Minato ward. The majority of it is in Koto ward:

Additionally, Minato ward is something that multiple prefectures have. Japanese Wikipedia also notes that the Minato ward used to exist in Kobe. Like how Inaba is the old name for the eastern half of the current day Tottori prefecture, Minato ward is an old name for the northern part of the current day Hyogo ward.

Like, IMO, the real answer here is that "Persona 3 and 4 were developed before Persona 5 which is when they started using real cities and stuff and these details are kind of insane to write this much text about but fuck I went on Japanese Wikipedia so I guess Atlus wins in the end".

Additional P3 Locations

There are some additional locations that appear in Persona 3 but they aren't fictionalized mashup cities.

Kyoto is where you go for the class trip. Kyoto is just Kyoto. Simple. I'm not sure if the ryokan the school kids stay at is supposed to be a certain real life location or not.

Yakushima is another real life location. It's famous for (resembling/inspiring?) the scenery of Princess Mononoke. It's fairly annoying to get to IRL (I tried to look up how to get there when I visited Kyushu and wowie nevermind lmao), but I assume SEES got there more easily than a tourist thanks to Mitsuru's $$ money $$. The big tree the girls go to see is also real - it's a world heritage site.

Edit: I remembered someone made a visual as well.

#persona 3 #persona 3 reload #tohru adachi #can't believe they made the country that persona takes place in a real country!!!

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embossross · 2 years

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The Devotion of the Girl in the Mirror

Chapter 1

✣ Pairing: Rindou x AFAB fem!Reader

✣ Warning: 18+ explicit content, minors DNI

✣ Series: part of the In the Belly of the Beast fic universe

✣ Chapter CW: Exhibitionism/voyeurism; BDSM scene (rope bondage, flogging, slapping, slave, degradation) with non-reader character; background BDSM scenes at BDSM club (tickling, oral); drug use

✣ Story CWs: BDSM dob/sub relationship; sex (oral, ptv, pta, etc.); genre typical drug use, alcohol, smoking

✣ Synopsis: On paper, you and Rindou have nothing in common. But sometimes chemistry defies logic, and with every conversation, you find yourself more bewitched until all you see, smell, or hear is Rindou. Or, a story of two lonely people falling in love for better or worse.

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February 2018

On a visit to your childhood home, you help your mother with some spring cleaning, finally clearing out all your documents: birth certificate, high school transcripts, certificate of residence, the works. Everything is supposed to be kept in a manila folder labeled with your name, but your mother is scatterbrained on the best days, so you spend a few hours dumpster diving through her desk and filing cabinet.

Buried beneath your high school diploma and an award for perfect attendance, you find a polaroid.

In the photo, you are seated sideways in an armchair, smiling widely at whoever is behind the camera, probably your mother or sister, a forgotten book at your side. You can make out the title in the photo – The Tale of Genji – which dates the photo to right before you started university. You know because it’s one of those books you thought you were supposed to read, to appear cultured, and never managed to finish.

A photo of you from the summer of 2016, or just a few months before you met Rindou.

Not much has changed superficially as it’s only been two years: same eyes, same nose, slightly longer hair, but nothing dramatic. Yet the girl in the photo strikes you as a unfamiliar. You have photos on your camera roll from this time, not even two years ago, but something is lost in digital. In polaroids, you see something true about the subject, captured in that moment in time. The soul, maybe?

Familiar body, but the soul of a stranger.

Days from starting your university education, the world was wide open to you. There were no challenges too great, no opportunity too small. Your smile said you would take a bite of every experience that life offered you and still be hungry for more.

A chasm has opened up between you and that girl from yesteryear. What life has given you is greater and more impassioned than you ever dared hope, and yet, you don’t see life as limitless choices, as the promise of consecutive, never-ending adventures like you once did. No, now when you look to the future, you see only a few narrow paths forward, some good, some bad, but all fixed, all definitive.

And all Rindou.

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September 2016

Three buzzes in his pocket. Ran is late. Rindou blows out his bangs and settles back in his chair for a long wait.

If there is no honor among thieves, there is certainly no timeliness either.

The hotel in Kabbukicho is one of Bonten’s many fronts and offices. The penultimate floor has been converted into a series of offices and conference rooms for Bonten’s use with the customers below none the wiser. Rindou thinks calling Bonten “the underground” these days is ironic. They peer down on the activity of Tokyo from the tallest towers in the country. How far they’ve risen from meeting in abandoned factories and under bridges, ears always perked for the sound of sirens.

The Kabukicho office is trashier than their main headquarters in Minato Ward. The building is fit for an international conglomerate with wall to ceiling glass windows and situated across the street from IBM’s Japanese headquarters. Rindou prefers the seediness. Whenever Kokonoi makes them playact as real executives, his neck starts to itch.

Rindou checks his email to confirm his distributors aren’t facing any new emergencies before opening up a crossword puzzle app on his phone. Fifteen minutes pass before the elevator dings.

“If I don’t get pussy tonight, I’m going to die,” Ran announces before the elevator doors have fully opened.

Dressed for work in Versace suits with died hair and tattoos on display, Ran, Takeomi, and Sanzu create an immediate impression. Rindou, in comparison, is dressed down in a grey tee-shirt and dark jeans. They are nearing their damn thirties and Ran still finds ways to make him feel underdressed.

“What kept you?” Rindou demands.

“Don’t be like that. I rushed here as fast as I could,” Ran says. “In fact, Takeomi’s only here because I insisted we finish up our conversation in the car. Isn’t that right, Takeomi?”

Takeomi nods. “Police Superintendent’s son has been coming around the clubs, roughing up the pros, and making a fool of himself. Too good an opportunity to pass up. We had to finalize the details.”

Ran oversees all of Bonten’s entertainment assets – the pachinko parlors and soap lands and strip joints and underground fighting rings. Whenever a big fish wanders into Ran’s domain, he works with the hundreds of girls in his employ to entrap them. Bonten operates smoother now that the Deputy Superintending Prosecutor of Tokyo is stuck in one of Ran’s traps – one of the worst gamblers Rindou has encountered with a debt that could sink a small nation. Now, all of their cases are referred through the High Court of Chiba, where the presiding judge happens to be compliant lest his beloved wife and children see the ugly photos of his fist in another bitch’s cunt. Really, the system is a work of art.

“Let’s just get out of here,” Rindou grouses.

Unlike the others, Rindou works hard, so that he can have the capital and freedom to do whatever the hell he wants with his free time. His free time that he guards as jealously as a dragon. Rindou thinks there’s no need to spend their time off talking shop and strategizing. The others struggle to turn it off, however, so Rindou ushers them back into the elevator. Only the one floor is cleared for bugs, so all Bonten-talk must stop until they reach the cars.

“I’m coming with tonight,” Sanzu says. He stands back pressed to the mirrored length of the elevator wall, eyes darting around as if an enemy could materialize from nothing. Sanzu has a habit of constantly glancing up. He never forgets the possibility of an aerial attack; no one ever expects the attack to come from above.

“You’re not busy?” Rindou enjoys when Sanzu comes out, but it is barely 8 pm. He should be latched onto Mikey’s side for another four hours at least.

“Boss is pulling another one of his disappearing acts,” Ran says.

“You know where he’s going at least. Right, Sanzu?” Rindou asks.

“Of course. Need to know only, Haitani.”

Rindou doesn’t believe him. He meets Ran’s eyes over Sanzu’s eyeline and knows his brother doesn’t either. For the last few weeks, Mikey has been MIA from everything but their most essential meetings. He can’t be reliably reached by phone, email, carrier pigeon. He drops off the face of the planet without a word. Not good.

“Anyway, not like the boss came out to clubs much before either,” Rindou mutters.

Tonight, they are headed to one of Bonten’s BDSM clubs. A private, invite-only establishment located on the second floor of a cinema they use as a front. Business has demanded too much of Rindou’s time recently, so he can feel his blood burning hot at the thought of leaving his mark on a pretty stranger for the first time in weeks.

Neither Ran nor Sanzu are real doms. They might have gone to any one of the hundred other clubs they own and influence, but Ran is between girls and insistent on enjoying being single with his brother.

The night is unseasonably warm. Too many bodies cramped on the street, too many hot yellow lights, too much humidity. Stars don’t shine above Tokyo except on clear winter nights, but the city is never dark with neon lights beckoning up and down the street.

Half a dozen bodyguards surround them as they exit the premises and others hide more discretely down the street.

“Takeomi, you joining us?” Ran asks as they approach the cars. “Promise to find you a sweet little thing you like. Bet we could even get her to play naughty nurse.”

“Hilarious. No. I need to catch the train home,” Takeomi says. A driver will drop him and his personal guards off at the nearest station, where they will catch a train back to Osaka, where he lives.

“Can’t miss the tedium of your marital bed?” Ran goads.

“If you must know, Junko is making niku jaga,” Takeomi says.

“There are a hundred restaurants in Kabukicho alone. I’m sure we can get you some here. I’ll treat you myself,” Ran says with a toothy smile.

Rindou rolls his eyes, checks his phone. Convincing Takeomi to go anywhere, let alone a sex club is an exercise in futility, and Ran knows this. Since marrying his wife a decade ago, Takeomi has displayed the fidelity and self-control of a monk. The only thing that can lure him away from the wife and kids is business.

“It’s not niku jaga if it’s not cooked by a woman who loves you. Anyway, Junko worries if I come home too late. Thinks I have a woman in Tokyo.”

“Yeah, how could she guess you’re secretly one of the most powerful men in the underworld?” Ran laughs.

“She might actually prefer that,” Takeomi mutters darkly. “Anyway, enjoy your evening gentleman. Sanzu.”

He claps his brother on the shoulder, and Sanzu flinches away like a child.

“Let’s go,” Sanzu says, heading straight for Rindou’s Audi.

“Wait, aren’t you taking your car?” Rindou demands.

He eyes the small backseat, which technically fits three, but condemns one man to the dreaded middle seat. You can spend more than a year’s average salary and still get shoved into a glorified center console. If Land Rovers weren’t so conspicuous in the city, Rindou would upgrade in a heartbeat. The front seats are reserved for Rindou’s driver and principal bodyguard, who uses the mirrors to sweep the streets for threats.

“Nope,” Sanzu says, a malicious smile stretching the faded pink scars at the corner of his mouth.

Turning, Rindou sees that Ran is smirking just as evilly. Trust that the one time the two men get along is to make Rindou’s life more difficult. The fight is already lost. Rindou slides into the middle and Ran folds his ridiculously long limbs in right after him. Rindou tucks his elbows and knees lest he end up in either man’s lap. Ridiculous.

The motorcade takes off without a word of coordination on their part, a seamless and well-practiced process. Most times, Rindou forgets that men tail him everywhere, prepared to take a bullet for him or deliver one into another man’s skull as needed.

Without rolling the windows down, Ran lights a Parliament. He blows a hot burst of smoke directly into Rindou’s face, unapologetic, even as Rindou waves it off. A whiff of almost not quite caramel in the heady plume of smoke. Rindou once saw Parliaments on the list of worst-smelling cigarette brands in the world.

“Could you not stink up my car?”

“Buy an air freshener,” Ran shrugs.

“There isn’t enough cologne in the world to cover up your stench. You know that right? I can smell you before I even see you.”

Ran takes a second retaliatory puff from his cigarette. Arrogant bastard. Thankfully the ride to the club is short, so Rindou will soon escape Ran’s filthy habit.

Sanzu taps Rindou’s shoulder and makes a grabby motion with his hand. One glance at Sanzu’s too lucid eyes and Rindou retrieves a silver box from his pocket. Inside are an assortment of pills and powder cocaine. Sanzu eagerly takes the proffered buffet and cuts himself a line.

Pills are an easy find. All you need is a worried (or corrupt) pharmacist to write you a prescription. Meth requires a hookup, naturally owned and operated by Bonten, but they are not hard to find. Cocaine, like marijuana and heroin, is a relative rarity in Japan. Fewer suppliers, more complicated export paths. As the executive lead on drug distribution in Bonten, Rindou is the most reliable source for it, setting prices, managing dealers, and policing its sale throughout the country.

Probably the only reason he and Sanzu even became friends – if Sanzu has friends – is because of Rindou’s access to any kind of party favor. If Sanzu is not with Mikey or slaving away to make Mikey happy, he is fried on one drug or another, and that often means knocking on Rindou’s door.

“You know, we have a new girl started at one of our hostess clubs in Shinjuku,” Ran says. “Pretty, pouty, very much your type, Rin. She’s just serving drinks and conversation right now but thinking she could be a good fit for Safe Heaven. Why don’t we head there instead? I’d be happy to make an introduction.

“She dance?” Sanzu grunts.

“Don’t think so.”

“Then how the fuck is she going to work at Safe Heaven?”

Ran rolls his eyes. “Any idiot can learn to dance. She’s got a good body and a happy customer base. She’s a self-starter, too. Began recruiting her own clients in high school before we picked her up and brought her in.”

“What’s her name?” Rindou asks.

Ran pauses a full three seconds before throwing his hands up. “How the hell am I supposed to know? She’s new, isn’t she? Plus, you know they all have fake names anyway. It’s Kanna, Nana, Hana, something like that. What I’m trying to say is you’ll have a good time if we head over there now.”

Eyes like slits, Rindou sizes Ran up, sees the bravado, the wide arcing hand gestures and spread legs and knows. Of course, Ran wants to coopt the night. Ran is looking for pussy, and while he likes a little control, he is not into the bondage and whipping they will see at the club. You would think access to hundreds of pros would make things easy for Ran, but somehow, it just makes him pickier.

“If you don’t want to come, don’t,” Rindou says shortly. “Go visit Kanna-Nana-Hana on your own time.”

“You try to do a man a favor,” Ran moans, shaking his head mournfully. “She’s not my type. She’s yours!”

“What do you even know about my type?”

“Plenty,” Ran argues. “Not hard to notice the pattern. You like the feminine, sweet ones that do as they’re told and look like they just came from dinner with their parents.”

“Submissive. Not do as they’re told. Actually submissive.”

“For enough money, the girl I’m talking about can be as submissive as you like.”

Ran can notice as many patterns as he likes. He still can’t spot the difference between a girl that does what she’s asked for money versus one that does because it makes her pussy drip. The distinction is everything to Rindou.

Was there ever a time when Ran wasn’t like this? Irritated by even the smallest deviation on Rindou’s part, expecting a clone instead of a brother. It’s almost like any individuality on Rindou’s part is interpreted as repudiation of Ran’s choices. And maybe it is. Rindou learned to be a person through watching his brother.

And one thing he has learned is that Ran will always have the last. damn. word.

“What about you?” Sanzu chimes in. “Aren’t you looking for a new bitch? Wouldn’t you be better off loitering outside a daycare?”

“Ha, ha. I’ve never met a mom outside a daycare,” Ran says.

The car quiets as the engine cuts on a less busy commercial street. Outside, a glowing sign advertises a half dozen movies playing that night, a mixture of new Japanese films and a few major Blockbusters.

It is a real cinema in every way with kiosks to order tickets and a concession stand for snacks like any of a dozen other theaters in Tokyo.

The men skip the kiosks as they enter, approaching the front desk. They ask for three tickets to see The Pink Lady. It is the code to access the club that operates on the second floor. The stairs and elevators are guarded by security under the guise of ticket takers. A second code, vetting process, and hefty fee are needed for most patrons, but the tattoo on Rindou’s throat opens doors. The ticket-taker waves them through without the bureaucracy. This place, like every other place of perversion in the city, belongs to Bonten in one way or another.

Downstairs, the theater is cool and quiet, except for the booming of cinematic explosions; well-lit and boring. Exiting the elevators on the second floor is like stepping out into a new world entirely. Low bass pulses through the room, made hot by the sweat and sticky breath of dozens of bodies. The lights are dimmed to protect customers’ privacy except on the four stages where voyeurs crowd to watch bodies pushed to the brink of pain and pleasure. The bulk of the club is one large room with the four stages in each corner, two bars, and seating for those that seek to watch. One wall is covered in equipment and toys. There are some backrooms with couches for the rare moment of privacy, but no beds or showers to avoid citation in the event of a police raid.

“Pathetic bastard,” Sanzu giggles, pointing to one stage, where a man is bound at ankle and wrist, while three doms tickle him relentlessly, flushed red from ears to nipple at the merciless torment. Sanzu drifts in that direction to get a closer look.

“I need a drink,” Ran says, pushing Rindou with him to the bar. “You know, I heard a rumor about Sanzu.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Yeah, I hard he has himself a domme he lets rough him up once a week. Think he wishes he was that ‘pathetic bastard,’” Ran says, gesturing back to where the man is being tickled.

Ran says this like Rindou ought to be amused that Sanzu prefers to be under a belt than wielding it, but Rindou only shrugs. Stupid masculine posturing. Not like there is an official rule that yakuza have to top.

Ran orders two whisky sours for the both of them – not what Rindou would choose for himself, but whatever – and then leads him too high table near a stage, where a woman is deepthroating a strap pretty successfully.

Rindou sits on the high stool. The features of close-by patrons are visible, but the ambient lighting prevents Rindou from seeing much beyond the four stages.

“If that’s not enough, I heard something else too,” Ran says. “Heard his domme pretends to be Mikey when giving him orders.”

Now that gets his attention. “You’re fucking joking.”

“Nope. Place he goes pays us mikajime-ryo to do business in town, and one of Benkei’s guys saw him coming out. Naturally, I asked around after that, and that’s what they’re saying. Wonder if he has the bitch wear a blonde wig.” Ran smiles widely as he imparts this juicy gossip.

No doubt that Sanzu is sadistic, likely pointing and laughing at the man’s torture as they spoke. Also, no doubt that Sanzu would do anything for a lick of Mikey’s approval. He shows women little interest, usually picking up the addicts, the girls with crunchy hair and dead eyes. Desperate ones that will do anything. He treats them cruelly for an hour and then forgets they exist. Before his dick is even soft, Sanzu’s mind and eyes will have returned to Mikey.

As if their fucked-up dynamic couldn’t get any weirder.

“Don’t know how Mikey can stand it,” Ran says. “Maybe that’s why he’s pulled back. Afraid Sanzu will finally confess his love for him.”

Rindou pictures Mikey’s cold fish stare. The intensity that masks a void. Doubts that Mikey would so much as blink at Sanzu’s declaration of love. No wonder Sanzu can only imagine a version of Mikey who wants to hurt and humiliate him.

“Why are we talking about Sanzu?” Rindou asks.

“Because you don’t want to talk about you.”

“Drinks on me,” Rindou says, slapping three ¥10,000 notes on the table. He drains the last of his drink.

On a different stage, a man offers a woman her hand. Since they arrived, she has been living furniture on that stage, a prop to hold drinks while others laugh and fuck around her. Their scene must be ending. He signals staff over to reserve that stage for him. All that’s left is to find a partner that suits his taste, and then he can ditch Ran for the rest of the night.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you in ages,” Ran says. “You should come by Safe Heaven more.”

“We saw each other two days ago. I see you all the time,” Rindou argues. The back of his neck is hot. Rubbing at it doesn’t make a difference. Not when Ran is studying him so closely.

“Yeah, but that’s business. I’m talking about actually seeing you. You stopped going to Wakasa’s gym, you don’t come around the clubs, and I swear you fucking fly out of meetings to avoid dinner.”

“My new gym is closer to my apartment. It’s more convenient.”

“Sure. Who do you hang out with these days? When do you just be with other people?”

“Forgive me if I don’t want to spend all my free time with my fucking coworkers. It’s called a work-life balance, Ran.”

“But you only know your fucking coworkers!”

A tense pause as Ran calculates which brother can be more stubborn. Eventually, Ran sighs in defeat. He adjusts himself back in his seat, angling towards the woman on stage. She has managed to lodge a solid fifteen centimeters down her throat, enough to pique Ran’s interest. When she pulls back, the strap drips saliva onto the stage.

She isn’t Ran’s type, but there never was a chance that Ran would find a devoted mother with laugh lines and a witty sense of humor here. No chance in other words that he would find Miki…but that is Ran’s forever cross to bear. The slut on stage is fine enough, and Rindou knows he can abandon Ran to her.

“Throw some more money down if you’re going to be a punk,” Ran huffs finally, realizing it too.

Rindou rises quickly to his feet, hand already flicking through his wallet, and dumping another 5 ¥10,000 bills next to his finished drink. A small bribe to pay to be left alone.

Free from Ran’s scrutiny and demands on his time, Rindou circles the open space. He eyes the clientele speculatively even as his brain drifts back to Ran, to the concern he didn’t mask in irony or posturing, one of those rare human moments that Ran only shows when alone.

Lately, Rindou has had time to think, and sometimes finds himself circling a question: Did he choose to join the yakuza? He was not forced into the fraternal order, no, but he hesitates to say it was a choice. When a boy is abandoned to the streets, he becomes tough or dies. If he manages to become tough, he attracts others into his shadow seeking to survive, and before long, the rest organizes itself. Add in a determined older brother, and Rindou found himself sucked into a system with hardly a moment of self-reflection.

In his adolescence and early adulthood, Rindou had ideas. Ideas that stretched beyond the borders of Roppongi and Bonten. He dreamed of dj’ing crowded clubs in Berlin, earning a degree, going pro in martial arts. Whole dream lives filled in beyond each of these goals: marrying a musician, study binges with a crowd of university friends, teaching his children taekwondo at his dojo. When he thought of these lives in the past, they were not fantasies but possibilities. Now, they ring hollow.

Life is made up of a thousand and one doors, each leading to a different future. When you’re young, all are wide open, but with each passing month, they creep further closed until one day they lock forever. Searching for the key now is a waste of time.

The search for the right partner, however, is not a waste of time. In a place like this, where he can be marginally certain everyone is into SM, Rindou categorizes the people into three groups: the subs/switches, the doms, and the sex tourists. The latter two categories hold little appeal. The sex tourists are here to scout out the darker sides of sex and control, to decide if it excites them as much as their raunchy midnight reading suggests. They are too inexperienced for any real play. They don’t wear labels, but Rindou identifies them by their eyes, skittish, afraid to make contact lest they get dragged up onto stage.

One woman draws Rindou’s attention. Collared and kneeling, eyes cast down in submission. From a distance, he cannot make out her features, but she has thick, long hair and a decent shape shown to nice effect in a leather skirt that hardly deserves the name.

She is one of two women kneeling beside a man, who Rindou suspects is their fulltime master. Many “doms” don’t deserve the title, looking for easy sex and using money as a proxy for power – like Ran – but this man doesn’t strike Rindou as the type. Corpulent and pock-marked though he is, there is something almost charismatic lurking in his posture and ribald laugh that might attract a woman looking to get owned. He is the gatekeeper.

“Good evening,” Rindou says, approaching the trio. Neither woman glances up. Well-trained. Good. “Is this your first time at our establishment?” Doesn’t hurt to position his authority early.

Rindou watches the man dissect and categorize him. Dressed down for the evening, he doesn’t have as many tells as he does on a normal business day, but the showy hair, expensive shoes, and most of all, tattoo are a few quick signals for anyone in the know.

“I’ve come a few times. It’s a great place,” the man answers jovially. They introduce themselves. The man, Morikawa Takayuki, is a real estate developer and, as Rindou guessed, lifestyle dom. The women are his slaves. Morikawa doesn’t bother to offer their names.

Rindou compliments Morikawa on how well-mannered his girls are – so quiet, so still – and the man rushes to sing their praises as they double as his own. The woman who captured Rindou’s interest has been with him for three years.

Morikawa all but gives Rindou a resume of the woman’s accomplishments as a service slut, so when Rindou asks if he can borrow her for a scene, the yes is a mere formality.

He listens carefully, noting the woman’s limits, safe words, and preferences. According to Morikawa, she is often shared with other doms and will gladly submit to him for the next hour. As she likes full submission, most of his favorite options are on the table.

Taking her hand in his own, Rindou draws the woman to her feet. He circles her unmoving figure for a few intimidating turns, letting his height and proximity soak into her senses.

“You may call me ‘sir,’ and I think I’ll call you ‘free-use whore. Do you like your new name?”

“I’m very grateful, sir,” she responds meekly with eyes still trained on his shoes.

No need to go through the laborious process of breaking her, of earning her submission. The woman is broken already, so willing to be used by anyone her master deems worthy. Rindou leads her to the stage.

“Should I cut your clothes off, free-use whore, or should I let you strip?” Rindou asks, just loud enough that the tables seated by the slave could hear.

The slave’s shoulders draw up to her ears. “Please, sir, but my master bought me these clothes.”

“So loyal,” Rindou says, but he tuts in disapproval around the seemingly kind words. “But I would have liked to carve the leather from your body. Okay. You have ten seconds. Don’t make me wait.”

A mad scramble ensues, while the slave struggles to remove the tight leather bustier. The skirt falls to the floor easily. She finishes within his deadline, and Rindou dumps her clothes off the stage.

A pulley secures to a wood beam with a rope that connects to the ceiling and dangles down directly over the stage. For a woman that specially captures his interest, the slow and methodical process of tying a woman up becomes intense foreplay, but this slave is just one of many, so the basic rigging will suffice. Rindou fastens two leather handcuffs to the ropes and tugs a few times to note the stability. Cranking the pulley, Rindou adjusts the height until his slave can stand comfortably on her two feet with her hands manacled and stretched high in the air. He foregoes leg restraints or a spreader bar, preferring to see her legs squirm and buckle as he works her over.

Stretched straight as a pencil, there is nowhere to hide from Rindou’s eyes as he circles her once more. She is older than he first realized, more Ran’s type. There’s a fleshiness to her breasts and hips, suggesting maybe the after-effects of childbirth, but still in good shape for her age, maintained for her master. When he draws his noses across the little hollows in her throat, he can scent her cleanliness, that she is well-cared for. Rindou intends to take good care of her in turn.

The club provides dozens of toys for patrons to use on stage: whips and crops of every weight and shape, clamps, thick, twining rope, plugs, and gags. Rindou opts for a leather flogger. Twenty or so lashes should be both reward – for her loyalty to her master – and punishment – for denying Rindou even a moment of fun.

He rubs his bare hands up and down the woman’s body, coasting gently across her breasts and belly, and then more firmly across her back, ass, and thighs. The flesh warms up as he kneads her.

Two steps back, a pleasant, warning whoosh, and then, a clap. The cheek of the slave’s ass clenches on instinct and then relaxes, reddening nicely. Several times, Rindou brings the flogger down on the fattest part of her ass, and the slave does not make a sound.

Taking her chin in hand, Rindou twists her neck back to see her expression. Her blank servility is replaced by a blazing light in her brown eyes. The start of the beating sparks life into her as much as it sparks heat into her bruising ass.

“Eyes on me, free-use whore,” Rindou orders.

He watches his work as he whips her twice as hard this time before daring appraising glances to her face. Yes, there is the expression he lives for. The shuddering, gasping pleasure, the conflict. No matter how hard a slave tries to stay good and still and quiet, Rindou revels in breaking them down with pain and pleasure until they weep before him. They don’t want his crop; they need it.

The flogger travels, drifting away from her fleshy ass to her lower back and upper thighs, sure to welt and bruise. Between impacts, he teasingly brushes the tails of the flogger along her inner thighs and between her legs. Such a well-trained slave will know better than to cum without permission, but Rindou hopes she does, hopes he can surprise her into it, just so he can punish her further for failing him.

A decent-sized crowd has circled their stage now. Rindou scans it, grateful not to see his brother or Sanzu watching. Just worshipping and envious faces. As it should be. And…

Rindou’s eyes zero back on a girl he almost passed over. Amid a sea of bodies, many attractive and barely dressed, he does a double-take when he sees you.

You look like a doll: pert mouth, beseeching eyes, delicate throat. The shadows that cloak the crowd do little to conceal the rapt expression on your face or the softness of your cheeks.

Fucking beautiful.

The attention is not one-sided either. You’re no Princess Kaguya, no moon princess. Your beauty is of the earthly variety, and while striking is neither hypnotic nor overpowering. If not for your rapt focus on his every move, he might have been able to look away, yet there you are, sidled to the very edge of the stage, staring up with hungry interest.

You do not flinch back from direct eye contact. The stage puts Rindou above your eyeline, so he looks down at you like a supplicant on your knees. He thinks the position suits you beautifully.

Blinking, Rindou realizes he is losing focus on the task at hand. It is unfair and dangerous, so he returns his attention to the woman who has submitted herself to his mercy.

The blows resume, harder than ever as he nears twenty. She breathes heavily through the blows but does not make a sound. Rindou graces his fingers along the stripes he painted into her ass, feeling the heat of the bruises blistering beneath her skin. Exactly the kind of woman he hoped to find tonight.

It is not a desire to hurt that draws Rindou to BDSM; he gets enough of that in his day job. The precise focus on a woman’s body, taking the measure of her every whimper and pulse to determine his next move, the worship in the act, that is what makes his blood sing. And yes, perhaps the idea of hurting someone who likes it for a change, reveres it. A psychoanalyst could likely dig deeper into his desire for control, but Rindou has never asked someone to explain his actions and feelings to himself. It is enough that listening to the swoosh-thwack-keen sound that follows a flick of a whip makes his nerves zing.

A particularly hard whip of the flogger doesn’t elicit a scream from the slave, but a layer of sweat emerges from her chest and forehead. Rindou rubs two fingers through the trail of slickness, down between the valley of her breasts and beyond the round of her stomach, to the even slicker fount between her legs.

You shiver, so pronounced that Rindou can see it when he glances up. What is it about you – your open mouth, your immersion in the scene, maybe the fact that you look unowned, unclaimed – that makes Rindou consider switching partners here and now?

Under your gaze, his cock grows fully hard.

He smears the wetness of his partner around her clit, enough to make her squirm within her bounds. Two quick slaps, one to each breast, hard and mean. The slave is squeaking now, panting for his fingers that drive up and down her slit. Somehow, his pretty little voyeur reacts just as intensely, hands flying to her chest as if she has been beaten in turn.

Rindou doesn’t think about the scene as he starts to finger the slave before him, as he pulls her nipples taut from her body or decorates her belly with his handprints. No sound she makes, no expression can compete with your wide-eyed admiration, so cute, so pretty. He is rushing the scene, had planned to clamp the slave’s nipples, to force an unearned orgasm and then punish her with a studded flogger, but your eyes turn him sloppy.

Who knows which of you cast the spell, both seemingly hypnotized by the other’s attentions, but it is under its allure that the slave cums on Rindou’s fingers. Soft walls squeeze down around his fingers, and Rindou hears for the first time how the woman has been pleading for permission to cum all this time, trying her best to avoid a critical error. The beautiful convulsions of her body are matched by tears of deep-seated shame. Rindou hardly notices as you are trembling nearly as hard.

The distraction earns the slave some mercy. Rindou spanks her ass perfunctorily a dozen times with the original flogger for her disobedience. Quite soft of him, really.

The scene ends abruptly, hurried along by Rindou’s desire. He wants to meet you.

No diversion is pretty enough to make him neglect his responsibilities, however, so Rindou finally breaks eye contact to focus on the exhausted woman before him. He uncuffs her gently, ghosting soft fingers along her sore wrists. There is a thick blanket waiting on the edge of the stage, which Rindou uses to wrap her up securely. In her ear, he whispers reassurances that he was not disappointed, that she had done magnificently, that she was so lovely.

Her master waits in the wings, so Rindou does not need to commit himself to fully bringing her down, passing her off to the man whose favor she truly cherishes.

“She did a wonderful job. You must be so proud,” Rindou tells Morikawa as they make the pass off. Rindou gives her thick head of hair a final stroke before bundling her directly into Morikawa’s wide lap, doubly secured by blanket and arms.

“I’m so glad to hear that, Mr. Haitani. If I could trouble you in turn, I have a real estate venture that might appeal to a man such as yourself,” Morikawa says solicitously.

Cliché as fuck. Irritation hisses through his veins, interrupting his high.

Rindou did not come out to talk business with any fat bastard who learns his name. Sharing pussy did not entitle anyone to a sit down. Besides, his cock is still untouched.

The woman shivering in his lap tilts to the side to spare her ass a bit, and a modicum of generosity stirs in Rindou’s chest. She’ll struggle to sit tomorrow.

“I don’t get involved with that. But if you look around, you’ll find another man with purple hair here. You can speak to him about your venture. Tell him I sent you over,” Rindou offers.

Morikawa scowls at being brushed off, not realizing how great a favor Rindou has granted him. Unlike Rindou, Ran loves to talk business at all hours, lording over the losers with their get-rich-quick schemes and petty vendettas. With an introduction from Rindou, Ran will entertain him for at least a few minutes.

Even if Morikawa doesn’t see the boon for what it is, he is smart enough not to argue, excusing himself to find Ran.

The entire exchange took no more than a couple minutes, yet when Rindou turns around, you are no longer alone. A patron had zeroed in on the pretty submissive standing alone and now leans over you, mouth hovering above your ear.

Disgust broils in his gut. Disgust at the much older man bothering you yes, but also disgust at himself because the scene looks eerily familiar.

The interloper wears a suit, gold jewelry just this side of flashy, and a haughty smirk. Something straight from those dirty SM fantasies that women eat up, an outsider’s idea of a dom. He is a dime-a-dozen these days.

You, however…without the scent of sweat and pussy to distract him, he takes in a series of details he missed before. Most club patrons are dressed for the occasion in leather or latex, collars or leashes, gloves and tattoos. You are dressed for study group. You wear stovepipe pants, ballet flats, and a long-sleeved, powder blue vee-neck. Delicate earrings and glint of silver disappearing in the dip of your neckline are the only accents. The outfit highlights your figure, but the effect is something entirely modest and entirely unsuited to the venue.

You look young.

There is nothing unusual about a very young, very inexperienced woman becoming very popular in an establishment like this. A line is going to form of much older men excited to get a taste, to shape your sensibilities to suit their preferences, and in a few months, when a new young girl wanders in, their attentions will shift. It is a tale as old as sex itself.

Rindou never joins the stampede to break in new flesh. He likes women who know what they want, where their limits lie, who can communicate effectively. Half of the very young girls learn that BDSM isn’t for them. An aesthetic attraction to power, yes, but too hard or painful in practice. The other half? Brat and disobey and present way too much work for a dom just looking to release stress.

Pouty lips and lidded eyes aside, you are very much not his type. The best choice for the both of you would be for him to turn around and forget about the charged eye contact and crackling chemistry you shared.

That is what Rindou’s brain decides, but his feet decide otherwise.

Drawing close, Rindou overhears the man badgering you explain how he lives alone in an apartment in the area, not a long walk at all, trying to take you home, which means one or both of you are too shy to fuck at the club. This guy doesn’t warrant so much as a word.

“Excuse me,” Rindou says. You jolt a bit at the sight of him, resuming that dreamily aroused expression, just a little starstruck. So flattering that Rindou finds it easy to get sucked back into the vortex of your gaze. “I wanted to introduce myself – Haitani Rindou.”

The other man chokes a noise and books it. Most of the executives try to maintain a degree of anonymity for legal reasons, but tempers and egos make that difficult. Anyone deeply involved in the BDSM scene is likely to have heard of Rindou. You look less curious about the other man’s reaction than relieved.

You share your name in return, not a hint of nerves in your voice. It surprises Rindou, who was expecting a wilting flower or quivering shyness. He reassesses you, but your youth remains incontrovertible fact.

He makes a decision.

“Give me your hand,” he says. You are lovely in your obedience, unquestioningly offering your hand palm up. Rindou draws a pen from his pocket and scrawls the digits to one of his burner phones directly onto your skin. “I’m busy for the next several days, but I want to buy you a coffee. Call me if you’re interested.”

He blows on the ink to dry it, and your body lights up with a shiver.

He knows without a doubt you are going to call him. What he doesn’t know is what he is going to do with you once he has you. Maybe the next few days will surprise you both.

A door in Rindou’s future, long thought closed and locked, cracks open, just enough to let a ray of light shine through.

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