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Yume Kuribayashi
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- Jul 23, 2023
"Disappointment, more like it..." Kiri remarked quietly. For as much as he'd have loved to fire back at Yukiko with a smartass response, something like "Come now, you know you love it~," he avoided negging her any further. For all the power he held as a Golden Sakura courtesan, the Madame remained the shot-caller, so no matter how much he enjoyed being scolded by her - which was quite a bit, as she surely knew - he complied with her request with closed eyes, a nod and a grin. "Very well, Yukiko-sama."
With that go-ahead to finish the set of ten he intended on, Kiri beamed widely, gripping the cane with the hand he tapped it against. "Oh, thank you, Yukiko-sama! It means the world to hear that..." He opened his eyes to a mischievous squint, glancing at Eri's quivering hindquarters. "And believe me, I'll make certain she shows me and my tools the proper respect~."
Eri was too focused on catching her breath to catch much of the banter exchanged between Kiri and Yukiko, though she picked up on his sadistically flirtatious remark to her, shuddering some before closing her eyes and bracing for the next impact.
Kiri tapped the cane against his hand two more times to warm himself up, and then, once back in prime striking position, he raised the cane and brought it down on Eri's ass with the same degree of force as he did when he paused, like the pause never even happened in the first place. "Gyaaaaagh!!" The pained yelp echoed throughout the office, despite being far quieter than the scream she belted out at the start. No matter how loud it was, though, Kiri closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, humming in savory. "Ahh, music to our ears~."
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In response to the first bit of news...
"Mm-hmm!" Diska nodded. "It's never a bad way to get a stubborn old-timer to cooperate with the new way of doing things!" Whether she meant her way, Aimi's way or both, it hardly mattered.
In response to the second...
"Oh, was it that obvious? Yeah, she really is. Seriously, it's nothing short of amazing how much of a freak that cutie-pie is! That article in the Monthly Gomu barely even scratches the surface of her laundry list of kinks! Hell, of how much she revels in pain even the most defiant of our underlings dread~." She let out another evil laugh, pleased with how much she was able to share about Yume, now that Aimi knew it was her she was talking about. Oh, she could hardly wait to start giving her tonight's business...
And speaking of defiance...
"It is, but this problem's one that can still be nipped in the bud, so I thought I'd fill her in before it gets out of the Torture Division's hands."
"Okay, so here's the tea: this group of all-lady delinquents, a sort of sukeban-meets-bosozoku type clique, has been causing trouble in and around the financial district, super close to the main offices of Ichijou Industries." One of the foremost subsidiaries of the Ichijou zaibatsu. "Normally, they hang around the station a few blocks away from HQ, jumping any stragglers trying to board the last train out. Stealin' their wallets, their clothes, that sorta thing. Before now, none of the poor S.O.B.s they've plundered have been tied back to Ichijou. At least, not in any way that Kiyomi-sama would give a crap about. But the guy they hit last night wasn't some low-rung flunky. Apparently, it was one of the associate managers high up the chain. Y'know, the kind of guy who answers to the guy who answers to the guy who answers to Kiyomi-sama and the rest of the Board. He tried to play down the injury he got from their wooden swords, but trust me, no amount of bandages or length of three-piece suit can hide the kind of limp a few good whacks to the hip joint can give you.
"Long story short, he lucked out of getting questioned by any of his bosses about what happened, but some of his co-workers think this could blow up into something huge. Hence, one of them got in touch with a friend of his who's one of Mark's current clients..." She was referring to her younger brother, the photographer/DJ. "...and that's how I found out about it. And since I've got a direct line to you, it makes sense that I'd dial you up and end this game of Telephone, no?" She shrugged, even though she knew Aimi wouldn't be able to see it. "So yeah, the sooner we deal with those bitches, the sooner we'll keep the tabloid rags from making a scandal outta the shit they pulled."
With that go-ahead to finish the set of ten he intended on, Kiri beamed widely, gripping the cane with the hand he tapped it against. "Oh, thank you, Yukiko-sama! It means the world to hear that..." He opened his eyes to a mischievous squint, glancing at Eri's quivering hindquarters. "And believe me, I'll make certain she shows me and my tools the proper respect~."
Eri was too focused on catching her breath to catch much of the banter exchanged between Kiri and Yukiko, though she picked up on his sadistically flirtatious remark to her, shuddering some before closing her eyes and bracing for the next impact.
Kiri tapped the cane against his hand two more times to warm himself up, and then, once back in prime striking position, he raised the cane and brought it down on Eri's ass with the same degree of force as he did when he paused, like the pause never even happened in the first place. "Gyaaaaagh!!" The pained yelp echoed throughout the office, despite being far quieter than the scream she belted out at the start. No matter how loud it was, though, Kiri closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, humming in savory. "Ahh, music to our ears~."
********
In response to the first bit of news...
"Mm-hmm!" Diska nodded. "It's never a bad way to get a stubborn old-timer to cooperate with the new way of doing things!" Whether she meant her way, Aimi's way or both, it hardly mattered.
In response to the second...
"Oh, was it that obvious? Yeah, she really is. Seriously, it's nothing short of amazing how much of a freak that cutie-pie is! That article in the Monthly Gomu barely even scratches the surface of her laundry list of kinks! Hell, of how much she revels in pain even the most defiant of our underlings dread~." She let out another evil laugh, pleased with how much she was able to share about Yume, now that Aimi knew it was her she was talking about. Oh, she could hardly wait to start giving her tonight's business...
And speaking of defiance...
"It is, but this problem's one that can still be nipped in the bud, so I thought I'd fill her in before it gets out of the Torture Division's hands."
"Okay, so here's the tea: this group of all-lady delinquents, a sort of sukeban-meets-bosozoku type clique, has been causing trouble in and around the financial district, super close to the main offices of Ichijou Industries." One of the foremost subsidiaries of the Ichijou zaibatsu. "Normally, they hang around the station a few blocks away from HQ, jumping any stragglers trying to board the last train out. Stealin' their wallets, their clothes, that sorta thing. Before now, none of the poor S.O.B.s they've plundered have been tied back to Ichijou. At least, not in any way that Kiyomi-sama would give a crap about. But the guy they hit last night wasn't some low-rung flunky. Apparently, it was one of the associate managers high up the chain. Y'know, the kind of guy who answers to the guy who answers to the guy who answers to Kiyomi-sama and the rest of the Board. He tried to play down the injury he got from their wooden swords, but trust me, no amount of bandages or length of three-piece suit can hide the kind of limp a few good whacks to the hip joint can give you.
"Long story short, he lucked out of getting questioned by any of his bosses about what happened, but some of his co-workers think this could blow up into something huge. Hence, one of them got in touch with a friend of his who's one of Mark's current clients..." She was referring to her younger brother, the photographer/DJ. "...and that's how I found out about it. And since I've got a direct line to you, it makes sense that I'd dial you up and end this game of Telephone, no?" She shrugged, even though she knew Aimi wouldn't be able to see it. "So yeah, the sooner we deal with those bitches, the sooner we'll keep the tabloid rags from making a scandal outta the shit they pulled."