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Sanzou had made a series of good choices.

The company he kept, who adhered to an old-world view on a woman's place, to go along with their aversion to the mixing of blood, had protested when he got together with his current girl. Maybe Sanzou Kanda had a few stipulations on that too. But it wasn't like she'd be able to stop him even if she'd been a bitch. She'd just get in his way a lot. But this one had proven to be different. He hadn't even had to turn on that much of his fake charm in the beginning. Their first meeting had been simple. He'd just decided she should give him her attention, and something in his aura had made her listen. He decided her drinks for her, how many she should have, and noticed she had a hard time saying no. He'd fucked her that night and that was that. He'd hooked her.

The way to a woman's heart was through her cunt, anyway. And she had shown him that. The way he took her in bed, within an inch of her life, continued in the dynamic between them. Whatever he wanted from her he got. Which was why he could afford the best suits now, to cover up the tattoos of his position within the Yakuza. He'd been on the block for a higher level, but with the resources he controlled through her, he got the job easily. That night they'd celebrated by her riding him with his cock in her ass, and then she limped to the kitchen to make him dinner.

But everything wasn't entirely easy. The home they shared now was lavish. With her accounts split with his authority, they could afford the space and glam, but that also meant playing actual couple once in a while. Sanzou was reclined in the armchair in front of their large tv now, rather rough porn playing on mute while she packed them up for their little vacation. Her mother's birthday. Since her father wouldn't be there, it was apparently paramount that they'd be. She knew his schedule well enough that she felt comfortable asking. It was difficult to say no when she'd been worshipping his cock with both her mouth, hands and face when it happened. He suppose she'd taken his cumming mostly in her eye as agreement. But now he'd rather stay and see to business. There were a couple of upstarts that needed to be beat up and lose some fingers, and the docks were filling up with containers with his wares, which meant both drugs, guns and people.

But none of that required him, especially with the extended staff the Yakuza had given him for his new responsibilities.

He rolled the drink in his glass and stood up. He downed the rest of it and looked for her. "Hey, babe." it wasn't all that affectionate. He sounded annoyed because he was. Tall and with dark hair, he was always intimidating, but she'd learned that already; learned it with her ovaries and her ass. "If we're going, let's fucking go." he said and went to the adjoining kitchen, and poured himself more vodka from the bottle by the opened fridge he'd not kicked closed yet. "And let me see what you're wearing for the ride. I'll agree to one of your cardigans if you don't wear anything underneath." Actually, a conservative knit with buttons but with her tits free behind it kind of perfectly expressed the woman he'd turned her into. And it wasn't like he was going to go this entire drive without using her. But it'd be nice if she looked put together when they arrived, thus the easy access.

He drank more of the vodka and rummaged through the freezer for some ice. He put a handful of it in the glass and had some more, waiting.

 

[thetinyfootgirl]

Ayako tried her best to manage everything as good as she could. She had learned rather well to juggle multiple responsibilities at the same time. The expectations from her father to continue the company, her duties as a woman in the household, and - most importantly - the strict demands of her boyfriend Sanzou. While she was packing their suitcases, she was also preparing some snacks for the drive and had to take a phone call from her very impatient mother.

"Hello, Ayako." she heard her mother's voice say through the telephone. Ayako didn't think she had heard her not sounding disappointed once in her life. "I'm expecting you around dinner time, yes?"
"Of course, mother. I told you we'd be there at around 6. We're just finishing up and..."
"You're only finishing up now?" She heard her mother scoff. "With this traffic you'll never make it in time. Is it because of Sanzou ag..."
"No, it's not." I interrupt her. "I didn't pack yesterday, so it's my fault. But I promise we'll be there in time."
"Alright. You better." she said and hung up without another word.

Ayako could hear Sanzou from the living room - he sounded impatient as well. Thankfully, Ayako had already picked out a few options of what she might be wearing during their drive. She took the two cardigans with her to the kitchen, where he was just pouring himself another vodka. It always made her nervous that he was drinking before they were going on an hour long drive but Ayako knew better than to say anthing against it.

"Sorry for the delay, darling." Ayako said and forced a smile on her face. When entering the kitchen, Sanzou would see that she was only wearing a pair of jeans. Her breasts were still uncovered - she knew that's the way he preferred her. Showing her skin, being vulnerable. In her hands were two cardigans - one grey and a little longer around the waist, the other in a leight beige and short enough to end around the belt of her trousers.

"Which one do you prefer? Is the rest of my outfit okay to for you? And if you'd like, you can also pick out shoes for me?"

 

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He could hear Ayako's voice through the walls. While he couldn't really discern individual words, he knew the tone she used to appease her mother. It was a particularly calming and reassuring sound. Sometimes, he knew he'd scared her when he heard her trying to appease him in the same way, though when he picked up on it, that'd usually trigger him more. He had talked to her about her mother's involvement in their life more than once. But he supposed it couldn't be helped, the older woman was used to having influence over most people around her, being the matriarch of such a rich family.

He usually didn't like having to share authority over Ayako, but he filed it away as a necessary evil for him to have all the good things that came with her family fortune. With his elicit profession, there was a lot of occasion for him to indulge in his chemical vices, and to build up his tolerance, but he could still feel the vodka enough that he became more agitated than usual. He waited though. Let his girl talk it out with her mom as he paced. He'd found a piece of jerky that he chewed on and pulled from the grip of his teeth for a bite. Coupled with the high end spirit he was drinking, the kitchen and living room almost felt like some of the bars he frequented for meetings with his fellow criminals.

So with a stick of dried elk sticking out from his incisors like a cigarette, he saw her when she came out. It rarely took her very long to answer when he called her. He couldn't help but smile around the morsel when he looked her over. Already he nodded approvingly. He loved the presentation of a topless woman, holding up clothing for him to pick for her. He came slower to her, until he was close enough to underline their despairing height difference. From here her breasts looked even better. She knew they belonged to him with the rest of her.

He grinned toward the side with the jerky, and reached out to grab either of her wrists, leading them, alternating the cardigans over her tits as though he didn't already know what he wanted for her. "This one." he said and shook the beige one. "With the gold chain and jade panda necklace I bought you." He let go of her wrists to have her support the cardigans on her own again, and as he stepped back, the index knuckle of one hand brushed her right nipple. "You can wear the LV Mary Janes with lace socks." he offered and pulled the stick out from his teeth. He pointed the snack at her crotch.

"Open. Pull down." he wanted to know what she wore underneath, and whatever it may be he'd say. "I want you to wear the torn white panties I like." They were almost not whole enough to even hold together anymore, used and ripped, and it made her look like a rape victim. She had asked where they were from when he brought them home, and he decided not to tell her they were from a dead hooker. Even if they'd been washed countless times, and the material was cheap enough to constantly be worn by the machine, he thought it made his girlfriend look like a whore. He liked knowing the properly dressed woman had that underneath.

 

[thetinyfootgirl]

Ayako nodded when Sanzou picked out the cardigan for her. She had learned from the very beginning of their relationship that it was best not to talk back to him and accept any and all of his decisions as if they were absolute. As long as you make him happy, he will be there for you. Protect you. He is the man of my dreams. These thoughts were engrained into Ayako's beautiful skull. Whenever he hurt her, it was her mistake. Whenever he abused her, it was because she didn't do good enough. All she had to do was try harder, do better, look sexier, be more industrious, place him on the pedestal that he belonged on.

"Of course, darling." she said and smiled slightly when she thought about the gift he gave to her on their first anniversary. She didn't receive too many gifts from him, so the few that she had, she valued highly. She would put on the socks, shoes and necklace later - whenever Sanzou would dismiss her.

She pulled down her jeans without a second of hesitation. Underneath were the torn white panties that she had already put on. The last time she didn't put them on in advance, Sanzou got angry - and Ayako was anything but not eager to learn when it came to her boyfriend's fits of rage. The panties were another gift she received from him, even though she didn't know where he got them from. She probably also didn't want to know.

"I hope you like my outfit, darling." she said, standing in front of him with just her cardigan hin her hands, bare breasts and the ripped panties on her lower abdomen, revealing glimpses of her completely shaved pussy. Her vulva was discreet and small like the rest of her, with the outer lips closed. "Would you like me to do anything else for you? If not, I will finish packing."

Her tone was submissive as always. In the first weeks of her relationship, she dared to speak up to him from time to time. Ayako had quickly learned that this was not a smart idea. Sanzou didn't like it when a woman, especially his woman, showed the slightest bit of objection.

 

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It was pleasant to interact with Ayako. She was the reason the other women he encountered annoyed him. Even the ones that didn't directly oppose him, never knew what he wanted. Ayako had learned, because she'd studied what he wanted. That's not to say she was able to escape all punishment. There was a hectic energy in him, and he liked to expel it on her, whether she'd deserved it or not. Right now some of it was building because he didn't want to go on this trip.

But she gave him no reason to act out. Not when she agreed to everything she said. In many ways, she was the ideal woman. Her proportions were beautiful and modest, and presented like this, her pussy showing through the torn fabric of the panties, her innocence was made to look lewd. She stood there, offered-up to him. He would like to have a taste. The vodka had made him famished and he small snack of jerky didn't help much. He shrugged with some agreement when she asked for his approval. She had, after all, foreseen what kind of underwear he wanted on her.

"What else?" he mused to echo her sentiment. The hand formerly busy with jerky came out suddenly to grab her by her throat. His other poured more vodka into his mouth as he looked down at her. He squeezed her neck tightly. His cock was getting harder. Even his affection was rough. "You wanna do something for me, Aya?" he asked through his teeth, arrogant and murderous. He was getting hard through the black slacks he had on. The rolled sleeves of his black shirt revealed the sinew on his forearm. It was littered with tattoos.

His hand didn't just compact her throat, it was applying pressure downward as well. "You've done all these chores today, you've kept the house tidy. But you've forgotten a woman's first and foremost task." he said. His voice was dark and steady for someone who had her life by the curl of his fingertips. Whether she obeyed or not - though he was sure she would - she'd be on her knees in front of him soon. The hill in his tailored pants was looking at her. From where she was made to kneel he'd look like a giant.

He had choked a lot of people, he knew that she'd be close to the stage where she may pass out, panic, or piss herself. So he let go of her and let her pant and recoup her oxygen against his crotch, by holding the back of her head so her face was nuzzled up against him and his bulge. "Use your hands." he told her coldly and let go of her, expecting her to comply. He drank more of the vodka.