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As the enemy's Bitch (Touketsu X QB)

"Money? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" laughed the man, smiling as he grasped her hair, forcing her to look right up to his eyes, his grip almost able to tear strands of her ebon black hair. His eyes enjoyed the strained look on her eyes, the very look that almost drove her to tears. "Yes bitch, Cry! Cry some more!" he said, pressing the gun firmly onto her forehead. However, he stopped the moment he heard the phone ringing. It was of their leader, Hideyoshi. Using every formality known to him, he addressed the man with much esteem. Quite some shocking news. "B-but...the Kusakabe were hit hard yesterday, they couldn't ha-"

"...Get your men and defend the offices in Roppongi. The Kusakabe are on the move. Get to it!" he commanded, his voice illustrating frustration. The sudden strike that the Kousa group had committed to was easily reversed by the Kusakabe. Without even declaring war they had so cowardly attacked an 'old house' , a venerable and well established clan. To them, the Kousa-gumi was nothing more than an ant trying to take down an elephant. The war was slowly turning to their favor as more bodies began to pile up.

The man was just about to remove her panties before they had called out to the others. The Kyodai had asked about what should happen to her and the leader replied "I shall tend to her myself. Leave her there." he said. Robbed of hopes to have fun tonight, the man called onto Matsuda, corralling the men into the vans they came into. However, he stayed back and handcuffed her hands above her head onto a low-riding railing, her legs chained to the stool as her panties were removed, lowering to her ankles. "Hehehe...our leader's got a little gift for you...You ought to enjoy it yourself!" he said, smiling as he kissed her, walking away as he closed the door.

However...unbeknownst to her...a single man stayed behind. "Ehehehe...you look lovely today, bitch." he said. It was a person blessed by the Gods to mix well with the background. A mole on his oversized nose, his plump cheeks made for quite the ugly figure as he walked over to her, his hand shoving the pistol into her mouth as his fingers softly played with every part of her body. His tongue licked her breasts, his breath already fastening in elation. "Oh...Ha....ha...I'm going to love fucking you!" he said, using one hand to unzip his pants, unaware of a figure that walked inside...

His grubby hands grasped onto her cheek, forcing her to look to him, unaware of a more elegant figure behind him who struck him at the back with the gem on his cane, falling with a groan as he hit the floor hard. "...You look like a fucking dump" said a man whose face was quite familiar. He was older than her by a few years, the joke being that she would be married to him, the inheritor of a washed up Yakuza group. During their meetings with the 'peace council' , a meeting of Yakuza groups, he always sat next to the last chair. The inheritor of the Kousa-gumi, Hideyoshi. Despite his stern tone, it was hard to hide the surprise in his voice as he used the spare keys to her side to unlock the chains.
 
She closed her eyes, a couple of strands of her hair had been pulled out, she was then hand cuffed arms above her, legs opens. Her eyes had shot open when a gun was shoved into her mouth again, she felt like she was going to be sick as he touched her. This man, this... this thing would take here, and she would kill herself after wards, somehow. When he stopped touching her and she heard the thump on the floor, her eyes opened. She spit the gun out of her mouth seeing Hideyoshi, she smiled softly. "Oh you know me, I like a bit of a brawl once in a while." She tried joking around but winces softly, which made her nose start to bleed once more.

Once her arms were free she crossed her arms over her small breasts, after her legs were unlocked her closed her legs, one hand moving to cover her small thatch of hair over her mound. She pulled her panties back up, tears glistening in her eyes, she she picked up all of her uniform off the floor, once she was dress, she still felt naked and couldn't look up at the man she actually knew. "What are you doing in this kind of place?" She asked looking at the ground, her long hair covering her bruised and blooded faced as she held her hand to her nose to wipe at the blood flowing out.
 
Oh Aika, ever the joker it seems. Even so...he was quite appalled at the treatment she had suffered. Her clothes had scuff marks, a bit of dried blood and crinkled from tears that had evaporated on her clothes. The last time they had seen each other was almost four Peace Councils ago, the time when Kousa-gumi's power had pretty much waned to counting close to half a vote in the council. He was a mysterious one, some thought he was the apprentice of Akimichi-sama, the rat who owned the Kousa-gumi, the kind who would stoop so low as to peddle drugs and prostitution (The elder Houses did not need to go to 'dirty crimes' to make money). There was just no way he was his son.

Hideyoshi stepped forward with his handkerchief, catching the blood from her nose. By this contact she may be able to feel his hard-on, already quite stiff from seeing her sacred tunnel and her exposed nipples. The man's breaths against the sensitive nubs made them erect, hard and pink as they stood straight. He only turned his head when she would not have him in her field of vision, he beheld her gentle, soft frame. She was beautiful when she was just fifteen...she was even more beautiful now.

When asked what he was doing, Hideyoshi hesitated to answer. What would she say in return if he admitted that he was the new leader of the Kousa-gumi and had attacked the Kusakabe without formally declaring war as all other Yakuza would have done? Her face showing the abuse, it still did not take away from her natural beauty as Hideyoshi found himself transfixed by her gorgeous face.

"...I was here to pick up a valuable piece of property. My men had called me an hour ago that they had captured the daughter of the Kusakabe clan, the heiress to Kobato-sama's place." He said, "...How would you react if I told you that I was the one who planned this war?" No matter what her reaction was, he drew out a pistol and aimed it at her. Any sudden moves...and she would die.
 
She merely nodded her head at the words he spoke. "That doesn't surprise me really, you were always too nice for your own good. At least to me you were. I guess I'm that valuable piece of property your here to pick up." She says softly while not looking up at him at all. "Is my father still alive? That's all I want to know... and why were you always so nice to me? Was it because you were waiting for this moment?" She asks looking up her eyes piercing into his. She only held her arms closely to her body, she had always found him attractive, he was quiet, never really spoke.

She pushed her hair over her shoulder while glancing away again, she had been naked in front of him. "So.. what now.. now that you have me.. are you going to rape me, then kill me?" She asked softly while staring in his blue eyes.
 
An eyebrow was raised curiously when she had told him that she was not surprised at all, as if she had deduced it was him. Whether it was Akimichi-sama's plan to hide his real motives for the young man or by pure accident, not many knew that he succeeded the slob who led the once promising yakuza group into stagnation and decline. Even so, he waved her surprise off as mere coincidence. "Your father is alive, though he has retreated to Osaka after the first attack at Iwatodai Harbor." The plan was quite carefully executed: destroy the Kusakabe clan's receiving plants, then attack individual offices, bars and clubs to weaken them. Now that the Kusakabe have returned fire, the ferocious battle would only intensify for sure.

"I have always acted as I was to others. I handled myself professionally, sadly my associates seemed not to have done just that. Do not assume I have planned for the abuse you had suffered. " Karel knew that these men were just thugs, wannabes given the chance to join organized crime. No respect, no dignity and no capability. It was like sending children to fight a grown-up's war.

While his heart did secretly yearn to abuse Aika's body and make it his own, he straightened his tie as he looked towards Aika. "...If I were you I would not make reckless assumptions. However...those options are always free if I so desire." he said, his words slathered with malice. He set himself out to be the kind of person who takes what he wants, when he wants it. Lowering the gun, he walked up towards Aika, turning her back to him by force as he handcuffed her. "Let's say...you're my new trophy now. Your father would not dare attack and endanger his most beautiful flower in a firefight, would he?" he asked, a menacing smirk bending his lips as he took out what looked like a ball gag. Strapping it to the 4th hole, tight inside of her mouth, the ball rested between her teeth, right behind her teeth.

Instinctively, a hand softly slipped inside of her panties, slender digits softly fingering and rubbing at her wet folds, poking against the smooth fabric of her panties. "Mhmmm..." he moaned out softly, feeling the warmth further within his lower parts, his own shaft hardening slightly. He fingered her as he slowly led her to his car, where he opened the door. Just for her. When he went inside, he sat at the back, forcing her onto his lap as he began to finger her privates, one hand softly digging through her blouse by undoing a single button in the middle, hands softly cupping her breasts while the other rubbed and stimulated her warm folds.
 
Aika was handcuffed behind her back, ball gag in place, tightly between her teeth, as his hand slipped between her warm folds she whimpered softly. No one had ever touched her their, as he pulled her to the car, he continued to finger her. She was embarrassed and ashamed now. After he sat in the car he pulled her onto his lap as he began to finger her more, his other hand digging into her shirt to touch her breasts. She closed her eyes tightly, tears of exhaustion finally leaking from her eyes, she would be damaged soon and she would then be worthless to her family. Her father would throw her away, what good would she be?

She bit down on the ball gag, she dared not open her eyes, she didn't want to look at him. Wanted nothing to do with him, she thrashed slightly, wanting off his lap. She didn't want him to touch her, his touch reminded her of his lower thugs touching her. Leering at her, the tears streaked down her face, leaving a wet trail as her head hung down, hair covering her face.
 
"Now now, don't be so...coy?" noticing the tears, liquid silver slowly dripping from her eyelids, even Hideyoshi felt ashamed for his actions. She hadn't done anything wrong yet...why did she deserve this? In secret, when she would host the tea ceremony following the meetings Hideyoshi would...fantasize about her, naked with her pink teats exposed to his tongue or her body rubbed by the rough grain of sisal rope entwined in shibari. His fantasies came to fruition here yet...a twinge of guilt weighed down his heart.

Nevertheless, he still took what he desired. Isn't that what any Oyabun must do...? His hands continued to stroke and tease at her private portions, although she were clothed the shame of his probing hands could not be hidden as he rubbed and caressed sensitive flesh. "Don't worry, Aika...it's only rough the first time..." he whispered, leaving a soft lovebite onto her neck, careful not to leave a mark as his lips suckled onto her skin before parting, a single thread of drool still sticking to his lips before snapping as he pulled away.

The car ride was uneventful otherwise, though his hands had unbuttoned her blouse she was still covered from eyes that stared onward. His strokes were far more gentle...refined if not...soothing. Hideyoshi had little time to hone his seductive skills but his hands worked magic on the female body...literally and figuratively. "...I shall make a promise on my own accord that I shall not force you to sexual intercourse." he said, drawing out a knife and cutting the tip of his finger. A true 'blood oath' called for slashing the palm and letting blood flow before the one he promised to, but with a soft wince he made a soft cut, letting the blood flow onto a handkerchief.

He stroked aside her raven black hair, gently kissing her lips. The ball gag was quite uncomfortable, sooner or later it would force her to drool a little bit as the mouth would try to dissolve the foreign invader. He had seen it from experience, nothing more embarassing than drooling while gagged, her words coming out as nothing more than incoherent groans. "It's only kinky the first time, Aika...do not resist...just...yield." he said, tilting her chin upwards in a gentle manner.
 
It wasn't long before her mouth started to water, her tears never stopped as he kept probing her body, kept touching her, slowly her drool started to leak around the ball gag, she tried to swallow it but it leaked down the side of her chin. She only clenched her eyes tighter, having still not opened them. She moved her wrists around, the cold metal digging into her skin starting to leave red marks. She didn't care, she didn't want this. Well she did, but after being touched by those thugs she felt dirty already. In truth she herself had fantasy's of being tied up by the man touching her, all kinds of things, a scene nearly like this kidnapping had happened even once, though it had been easier. She hadn't been hit in her fantasy, and man her jaw was starting to throb from the hit to her face earlier, the ball gag forcing her to keep her mouth open.

The love bite he had given her, had indeed felt nice, his words were slowly comforting her, the rubbing of her pussy had slowed. She started to relax her body, leaning forward against his chest, her body hurt so much, she was so tired now. Would she be safe if she fell asleep? She doubted it, she sat back up, rubbing her chin against the shoulder of her shirt, wiping the drool off her chin. As she opened her eyes, now red from crying so much, they hurt too, a dark area under her eyes from one of the hits, another showing up on her cheek.
 
The sound of the chain linking the two cuffs behind her was a jingle that reminded him how very uncomfortable the handcuffs were. Now that he had proven that he was not like the others her body began to move ever so slightly, gentle struggles to try and become comfortable if not accustomed to the position she was in. He did not stop her head from turning towards her shoulders in an attempt to wipe off the drool that had dripped from her agape lips and onto her blouse. Atleast it showed a little progress: he didn't want her to harm herself during the drive there.

When she had opened her shut eyelids, he had a chance to look into her personal thoughts: they said that the eyes were a window into the soul and by their account they were right. She was bruised quite badly from the treatment she received from his men, accounting for the bruises, scuff marks and redness on her body when he had witnessed her stripped body slowly being clothed when she was allowed the dignity of being dressed once again. He saw only despair and fear. But...there was a hint of elation, of arousal that confused him. Didn't she...hate this treatment?

Sighing softly, he turned Aika over to face him, her thighs straddling his lap as he sat. With the position change he could see yet another thread of drool seeping from the middle of her lip and the flush on her cheeks. He kept eye contact with Aika as she was changed into the awkward position, his hand softly stroking her hair to the side, grasping her left cheek. "It's alright, Aika...I won't hurt you like they did..." he said, softly kissing her upper lip.

His hands continued their caress, gently massaging her still-sensitive clit. Pressing his fingers together with her nipples between them, despite his words he continued to fondle her arosuingly. "Moan out if you enjoy this."
 
The position was changed again, she was now straddling him and facing him. She wiped the second thread of drool from her lips onto her shirt. He kept staring at her, he said he would never hurt her like they had, she couldn't believe him as she flinched when he touched her cheek, it hurt. His hands kept rubbing her clit, which made her body start to twitch softly, every once in a while. As his fingers pinched her nipples together she gasped, or tried to as much as she could with her aching jaw. She couldn't help but become aroused by his treatment, she liked him and his soft touched told her he would treat her right in bed, but she shook her head lightly.

She needed to get her mind off him touching her. It would drive her to climax soon, she didn't want to climax because of him, and not all over her panties either. She had to wear those for who knows how long, still. She tried to move herself off his lap, landing on the seat next to him, her leg still across his lap.
 
The female body was most fascinating. In the heat of arousal and torture she was able to endure it, her fluster letting her arousal be known to her captor. Her breaths quicker than before when he had first met her naked and chained to a stool, he knew it wouldn't be long until she would get off from the arousing torment she had been sentenced to. Her body showed signs that she wanted more, despite his assumptions that she did not want his probing hands exploring her femininity any further when she tried to scoot over and away from him. The body compels, but the mind rebels, as they say! "I don't need to follow your actions...I know your body wants more and indirectly, that's what you really want..." his voice tempted her mind to sink further into arousal, to enjoy every touch and every second his eyes would scan her bound, aroused and drooling figure.

Despite the fact she shook her head and writhed off of her straddling stance, he didn't really react as her body was detached form his. During his fondling he noticed a light wet spot forming, already her pussy was salivating just as her lips were. Her back to the seat instead of the back rest, he grasped her leg as he placed her lying down on the seat, giving him a nice view of her panties. There, he softly advanced towards her, giving her clothed pussy one stroke. A thin layer of love juices and the soft silk was all that protected her vagina, enduring the onslaught of his fingers and the arousal.

"You're quite wet down there." he noted, smiling as he softly forced her upwards, until she sat upright. Just then, his cellphone began to ring. "Surprise surprise, it's your father calling me." he said, "But...I feel I should give him an answer, no?" he asked, smiling as he answered it then hung up in the same second. That way, he would be compelled to call again. Then, an idea. "Say...what would you say if your father was the one who aroused you?" he asked, taking note that the cellphone itself was waterproof. "Spread your legs." he commanded, his words quite compelling. He could have drawn his gun, but he hoped that her experiences prior should suffice for persuasion.
 
She cursed in her head as she was now laying across the seat, he moved slightly, opening her legs his finger playing with her wet panties, it was a simple reaction when touched in a sensitive area. No matter what you would get aroused, and since she couldn't really go very far. She was still drooling down her chin, coughing slightly as she tried to swallow her spit. His phone rang, she sighed happily as she shut her legs trying to move away from him, it was hard to to without her hands.

He opened the phone before shutting it again, her father would call him back. He helped her sit upright, his words made her only close her legs tighter, she shook her head. She didn't want to let him do this to her. She knew he had a gun, she closed her eyes and opened her legs. She knew the vibration would set her off into an orgasm the first ring, maybe the second. She couldn't hold it off any longer.
 
His eyes feasted upon the resigned look in her face when she spread her legs slowly. The combination of the bondage and the predicament made it quite impossible to dodge the inevitable: she will orgasm in this car, which drove while Hideyoshi, a handsome yet ruthless oyabun would be witnessing it. Aika was a very beautiful woman, simple yet gorgeous in almost every aspect. Perhaps that was why he would only see her body whilst he fantasized her erotic struggled, passionate kisses shared between the two of them. Hideyoshi smirked slyly, softly spreading out her inner thighs. Her right leg had to lean against the back rest while the other lay on the lower area between the back seat and the front seat, quite awkward was her position allowing her little room to fight back.

"Close your eyes...breath evenly." he advised, softly pulling her panties a little bit. While he found that pubic hair wasn't as pleasing as he saw it, he tried to ignore it's presence as he slipped it to her lower thigh, quite hard when her panties were so soaked. He inserted the phone enjoying the soft gasp that came with it. Had she ever had anything enter there? Probably not considering she was the modest kind. He pulled up her panties quite tight, letting the phone slowly accommodate itself as her flesh would invariably try to milk it out of semen thinking that it was a male's member.

"There...cute as a button." he said, smiling as he then forced her to straddle him again, his fingers softly rubbing and stroking her breasts. Another phone call came, though it brought her quite high ended just about when she had the impetus to orgasm. "You look great when you're blushing." he teased, smiling as he kissed her upper chin, watching a little sliver of drool drip. "Nod your head if you are about to cum. If you don't, I will force you to keep it in for the entire day. Do not cum unless I said so. Understood?" he asked, slowly reaching over to his jacket pocket to show that he was serious without drawing his pistol.
 
She had close her eyes, breathing even as she was told to, she would have to trust him with this. Her pulled her panties away from her pussy, soon enough the phone was slipped inside her, causing a gasp from her mouth. It only caused her to drool again, it slowly slid into her as tried to wiggle slightly, not use to the feeling of something inside her. He pulled her to his lap again, her straddling him as he played with her breasts more.

She couldn't help but blush more when he teased her, she was panting hard from the call that had just come through, she had gotten so close, but then it ended. Her body was tense, knowing another call was going to come in soon. She nodded her head, knowing what he threatened, a gun. She didn't want one of those in her face again, she turned her head trying to wipe the drool once more. She was so tired of this thing in her mouth, her jaw ached from being forced open, so she would let him know when she was about to cum.
 
Seeing her nod was indication enough. And almost as if it were by coincidence, the phone began to vibrate. The torture of the predicament was knowing that a call was coming at an unexpected time, only to be denied of a release when the call dies out. When she tried to turn her head, he cupped his hand onto the cheek she tried to turn to, keeping her head steady. "Did I say for you to clean yourself?" he asked, kissing her at the forehead. The cellphone call was quite long, vibrating her thoroughly. The cruelty of it all was that he had not given her the call to orgasm! If she did cum at a time he saw that was not fit...she would surely be in trouble. While Hideyoshi was a gentle man, he would not hesitate to use the same tactics as those honor less thugs did.

Whether or not she resisted or let loose her orgasm, he left up to her. For now, his hands continued to stroke at her breasts, teasing her with arousal knowing that he compelled and prevented her by his will from cumming. It was an exercise that would have her know who exactly was in charge of her body. "Don't worry, Aika...if you follow my lead...I will surely reward you..." he whispered. To think he was once such a shy young man...now he was a perverted dominant who may as well act as her 'master'.
 
She almost wanted him to turn back into the quiet one at the table, the one she would steal looks at from her seat. As he held her cheek, forcing her to look at him. Watching his face, as he played with her breasts she off a shiver throughout her body. She didn't want to be rewarded if it would be like this, she just wanted the gag out of her mouth. As the call ended again, getting her close but not there she felt tears of frustration well up in her eyes. She wanted it to be over, she wanted to relax and be able to stop her body from shaking as much as it was.

She whimpered softly while looking at him, the frustration only getting worse as she slid down his legs. Ending up on his crotch, she began to grind softly, not trying to cum but to please him slightly as well. She knew the drool was now running down her chin, she wanted to wipe it off but wondered if he would let her.
 
The shivering of her body and the tears that formed were telltale signs that told him she wasn't able to hold on for long. Granted, the fact that she was unable to fully release was almost torture in itself. Left in that state of total arousal yet being unable to end it completely...to just stand stalled in the midst of arousal...nothing else could be worse! Whimpering, he looked at her eye to eye, softly rubbing her hot lower groin against his own. Her sudden action took him by surprise, gasping softly when he felt her warm nether regions rub against his hardened bump. "Uummmm!" an involuntary moan sounded out from his throat, expressing his pleasure towards her body pressing against his.

"Hnnnhh...I...I can read you..." he said, taking note of the desperation he perceived she had towards the inclination to cum. He turned her back to him, so that she straddled his body, his fingers now working into and against her private bits, rubbing and softly stroking her clitoris just at the time a call was made. This was it! The last vibration and with his fingers working onto her, it should be enough for he to climax!

"Hold it in until I command you to. You want that gag off, don't you?" he threatened, his voice ever so stern. If she would just do this...it would prove that he owned her body entirely! Even his fingers weren't helping, stroking her ultra-sensitive parts amidst the torment she was enduring.
 
She would have smiled had the gag let her at his moan, though it only served to excite her as well. Her turned her body, back against his chest, as his fingers rubbed and stroked against her clit. The call came in when he was stroking her body, she tried to hold out moans leaving her mouth, as her whole body shook with the amount of pleasure she was holding back. Her tears of frustration finally fell down her cheeks as her eyes closed tightly, her legs closing around his hand.

Her whole body shook and she probably looked like she was having some kind of seizure, her head laid back moving as she nodded, she needed to be told it was alright to cum. Her body was so close to just leaking, nearly exploding as she tried not to think about the vibration happening inside of her wet slit.
 
Her shuddering out of control, Hideyoshi acknowledged this as her peak, the very tip that threatened her to climax. The amount of pressure she must be holding back was insurmountable. Elated and fully aroused it was hard to hold back an orgasm, to simply hold the floodgates steady. Knowing this from experience, stroking her hair gently he softly whispered into her ear at the very moment the buckle at her gag clicked out and was dislodged from her mouth: "Cum."

Oh how embarrassing it was, to await the order of one man for her to release. To be endure his eyes looking at her while she came at the highest peak of her desires! He let her endure the waves that crashed over her body. Still straddling him body, the position let him feel the wetness trickle as the floodgates burst open, her body shuddering and shaking. Had this been her first orgasm? The moment her trembling fit ended, he stroked her chin, making her look up to him. Wordlessly, with a soft sigh he pressed his lips against hers just at the time the cellphone vibrated within her lips.
 
Aika cried as she came, tears flooding down her face, she was glad the gag was out of her mouth and she didn't mind the kiss. Her lips moved against her until the cell phone began to vibrate inside of her again. She cried out pulling away as her body arched. "P-please! T-take it out, take it out!!" She begged, she couldn't pull it out of her, but her crying kept going as the phone kept ringing. "Pllease Hideyoshi-sama!!" She cried, she knew her place right now, she would let him know he was in charge and she knew it.

"I can't handle it, take it out please." She begged one last time as her body kept shaking like crazy. The tears continued to flow down her cheeks, her eyes squeezed tightly as she cried.
 
"Ah-!" he gasped softly, looking into Aika's eyes. No one had ever called him Sama before...even the higher Lieutenants or his majordomos wouldn't refer to him by that. It was the trappings of a polite girl, reminding him of the same young lady who would respectfully greet guests during meetings in the past. The same young girl he had a crush on... "O-Oh...right." he said, slowly reaching out towards her, lifting up the skirt as he pulled out the cellphone slowly, wet and sticky from facing the brunt of her orgasm, Wiping it clean, he stashed it in his pockets. At this point in time, he actually just pulled out his keys, holding them as he removed her handcuffs.

Staring back into her eyes, he pressed her body against him. He did promise her he wouldn't harm her like those brutes...he intended to answer to that promise. Aika meant alot to him, a young man who had never been called by such honorific. To think that an enemy and his childhood crush would have been the only person to refer to him correctly even now...he had remembered why he had fallen in love with her.

Pressing her body closer, he locked within another kiss, softly stroking her hair. "Do you...love me?" While he hoped internally that she would say Yes, a part of him knew that she would refuse...after all, how could she love the one who took her life away from her, who manipulated her body and tried to force her to hold it in? If anything, he was just happy she wasn't loathing him outwardly and cursing his name...for now.
 
Aika sighed slumping against his body as he pulled out the cellphone, she pulled her skirt back down, shyly embarrassed, she was surprised when he unlocked the handcuffs. He pressed her body up against his, she didn't mind, leaning against him once more. She gasped as he pulled her even closer against her body, his lips pressing against hers once more. Before she was able to kiss back, he pulled away and asked her a question she couldn't understand. 'Love him? How could I love him?' She wondered inside of her head, but seeing his face before her she couldn't deny her feelings for him.

"While I don't love you exactly, I can't deny the fact I feel something for you." She says with a soft blush crossing her face. She leaned her face against his shoulder, near his neck.
 
The sight of her panties would never be forgotten, the same kind that was wet and quite...warm from the hold of his hands. It had been the first contact he made with a female organ...a raw and sensitive one at that! To think he became 'that' creative with the use of the cellphone to bring about her arousal! Maybe he did have the mind of a pervert. Her chest against his, his heartbeat shared at the same pace as her own. Almost like a support to Aika's exhausted body, he left things as they were, cradled against his neck, her wet area touching against his clothed member.

"Ah. I thought as much." he replied, softly wrapping his hands around her back. "Aika...do you hate me for what I have done?" he asked, softly pulling so that she would be able to look into his eye. Straddled like two lovers who were serious about rearing a family, Hideyoshi softly stroked Aika's cheeks, still a little sticky from the tears and drool that dripped near her mouth.

Soon they drove close to his home, or rather... his own abode. It was far too dangerous to live in the Kousa-gumi family home, he had to live elsewhere in secret. Even though they were quite close now, he still held the gun out. "...Just for security measure." he said, though that did bring up the idea. What if she did try to run? Would he shoot? Opening the door, he wanted to give her the honor of going inside first.
 
Aika stayed against him until he pulled her away softly, her slick panties still touching her dripping folds. Hearing his question she shook her head slightly. "I don't hate you.. I don't know what you intend to do with me though, now that you have me, and that scares me..."She says leaning into his hand slightly as her rubbed his hand against her chee, wiping away the trail of her tears and drool.

When they drove up to the place he lived she stared slightly, a smile creeping to her face. Which dimmed as her brought out the gun, she pulled back away from him. She walked a couple paces away from him, the gun being the think from walking right next to him. But she didn't try to run, she would rather live, and though he had just touched her in ways she had never been touched before. It didn't mean he wouldn't shoot her.
 
"Well, to be truthful, I intend on using you to do anything I desire." he said, speaking with a very straight face. On that note, he simply drew back his gun, holstering it in his pocket. He had to appear harmless to some extent, the kind of person who wouldn't harm her. "So, shall we come inside?" he asked, opening the door. In truth, he had many things that he wanted to do to her: bondage, perhaps asking her to dress in a particular manner or even have her cook for him naked. All these things that he desired for her...he kept them in his head as he awaited for her.

It was a modest house at most, nothing too flashy. For sure, it was quite unsuspecting: who would expect a Yakuza leader and a kidnapped daughter of an Oyabun to live there?
 
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