Takeshi's Way (w/C'est la vie) 🚫NSFW

[Aalyiarah]

The rain came down hard blanketing the concrete jungle as the large city clock in the special ward of Tokyo known as Shibuya displayed noon. Five matte black Ducati Panigale V4R with racing kits sped down the slick blacktop in a V formation, each wearing a black helmet with the gang symbol for Shiroo Gyangu. The lead bike’s ride would hold up a hand and motion for them to speed up, ‘this had better not take too long,’ Takeshi Shiroo thought to himself as they neared the skyscraper and one by one, they entered the parking garage. Parking their bikes, the four members would turn to their leader, and place their helmets on their bikes as he did. Takeshi had made a name for himself as a notorious gang leader in Tokyo which he has started to draw the attention to himself not only by the police but other gang leaders who realize how quickly the young buck has taken over the title of Oyabun.

Walking to the parking lot elevators, Takeshi reached into the pocket of his black business suite blazer to get his phone, he had a message from Kana. A smile small smeared on his lips into a smug smirk. Having left his second love, his ferret named Kira, with her he always enjoyed getting texts and pictures of his two girls. Something about those stupid girly texts that she would send always empowered him – but he would never let her know that. Not bothering to respond, he’d merely repocket his phone and step into the elevator as one of the kobun pushed the button to take them to the front office area. They have all dressed the part of a businessman with Takeshi wearing a custom Dormeuil Tropical Amadeus suite easily priced at ¥1M. “Don’t disappoint me, or yubizume will be your fate,” the Oyabun spoke coldly without looking at any of his followers.

Yubizume was a technique that he had overheard the Yamaguchi-Gumi used and if the largest gang in Japan found it to be useful then Takeshi saw no reason why he shouldn’t. Yubizume is the traditional punishment for failure within a Yakuza clan. It is the amputation of a part of the little finger. When the kobun has displeased his Oyabun, he is merely given a knife and a bandage. The kobun must then chop off the top joint of his fourth finger and present it to his Oyabun. This is a symbolic weakening of the Yakuza's ability to grip a sword, thereby making him more dependent on his clan for support and protection. Further infractions can result in the loss of an additional section of the finger, moving on to the other fingers if necessary.

As they reached the front desk, a young man dressed in a modest tan business suit looked up, Takeshi’s hairstyle made him stand out, and the slight terror in the woman’s eyes showed she knew who he was. “I need to speak with Ren Yamato Okubyōmono (the coward).” Her name tag revealed her name to be Aya and she handed him her scanning badge and pointing them in the direction they needed Takeshi would add in, “thank you Aya.” Her reaction again showed fear, and he thrived it. Heading down the hallway, having to scan the badge to go up to the 15th floor and once more to enter the secretary area of Ren’s office. Takeshi looked over at one of the Kobun’s and the man stepped up, “we’re Yamato’s 12:30.” The woman was detached from her job, she didn’t even look up or ask for verification but barely uttered a response before pushing a button and the red light on the man’s office door turned to green allowing them access.

Takeshi stepped in and the last kobun to enter shut the door. The man had his back to them as he seemed to be on the phone, which was wasting Takeshi’s time, stepping up and pressing the switch hook on the landline ending the call. “Okubyōmono,” as the words left Takeshi's mouth the swivel office chair turned around revealing a balding man in his late 40s. The man instantly became a blubbering fool pleading, explaining and just giving Takeshi a headache. “…you seem nervous my friend, what about a drink.” Pulling a small flask from the inner pocket of the suit. “It's okay, I understand that you are an inadequate being with no self-control as you feverously spend my money,” handing the man his flask, “drink.” The man shook his head ‘no’ looking away. “Now you insult me.” Holding up two fingers and motioning the others to move towards the coward. While the man had been yammering the four kobun’s had donned black latex gloves. Two of them on each side. “Drink.” Takeshi side once more with a firmer tone. Still, the man shook his head ‘no’ and started to plead. “Get him,” eyes narrowing as he looked upon the worthless businessman who was now grabbed by his gang members. They were holding him by the arms, and two hand his mouth open. “Now, you will drink,” Takeshi stood up, leaned over and poured the liquid into the man’s mouth. The kobun tilted Ren’s head back and closed his mouth forcing him to swallow it.

Gasping for air as he was released, the kobuns grabbing his phone and taking out the battery and detaching the phone receiver from the base. The man started to speak but instantly started convulsing, “pure liquid benzene, is a drink for only the strongest,” Takeshi would fix his jacket, and they would leave. Benzene is a clear, liquid, petroleum-based chemical and is a common substance to be exposed to as it has a liquid and gas form both natural and man-made. As they left, one of the kobun’s wiped down the woman’s badge. “Thank Aya, you’ll get getting a gift basket for your obedience,” the kobun then tossed her badge onto the front desk and they departed the building, and with a roar of the Ducati’s they sped off.

It was a minute until 3:00 PM, Takeshi was sitting in the student parking lot with the same four kobuns around him. The rain had stopped an hour or so ago, and now he was waiting to see his beloved, Kana.

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Birth name: Takeshi Shiroo
Chosen name: Oyabun
Age: 21
Height: 5'9" (Tall for a Japanese Male)
Likes: sweets, Like Imported APA beers, spicy food (likes American Food too), Ferrets, naps, showing off his possessions, hot weather, rock / JRock music and increasing the size of his gang (by any means necessary).

Kinks -- hickeys, growling, biting, possessive/dominating behavior, rough sex, mating press, Fav Position is Avalambitaka, shower sex (who doesn't like that), clothed sex (because he doesn't want to make Kana uneasy) and receiving oral sex.

Dislikes: Anyone who doesn't obey his orders, Bullies (mainly those who pick on Kana), cowards, and snitches; he doesn't care for whores much.

Fears: Losing control of himself and accidentally hurting the one person who he cares for the most.

About: Takeshi Shiroo had always been the 'don't give a fuck' type. As a troublesome teenagerTakeshi was seen as unapproachable by most of his peers since he was quiet unless provoked. He was worse than a rabid bear when his anger would get the best of him unleashing a sadistic darkness interlaced with intelligence and the unnerving aura of death. Takeshi had learned from a young age that life wasn't easy and being a coward only led to an early grave so he tailored himself to be tough, and to take when he wanted when he wanted. After high school, the path he chose led him into a gang where he could unleash himself, torment those who stood between him and his goal. At 19 he had proven that he was a true animal taking anything he wanted by force and without fear. At 20 he undermined the leader and renamed the gang to Shiroo Gyangu. Knowing that the small gang of roughly 200 members needed to grow Takeshi began the recruitment process with his eyes set on slowly taking out the top dogs; Aizukotetsu-kai, Inagawa-kai, Sumiyoshi-Kai and the Yamaguchi-Gumi. Now at 21 Takeshi had made a name for himself as a notorious gang leader in Tokyo which has started to draw the attention not only the police but other gang leaders.

 

[C'est la vie]

Kana's days typically started off at six am, long before most teens her age would be awake; bright and early, she had a system of sorts. Usually she planned her routine to specifically be out the door before either of her parents would even be up and about the house, avoiding them whenever possible. It kind of worked both ways, knowing her folks weren't exactly understanding or open-minded to her identity and how she saw fit to express herself comfortably. She tried to come out, once, it didn't end well; basically told it was "just a phase", followed by the incident promptly being erased from their minds and back again at referring to her as "Kaoru" and male pronouns. In spite of the obvious rejection, Kana still refused to wear the male's school uniform, thus playing a part in why she'd be out the door usually by six thirty in the morning. Now a days carrying an extra duffel bag along with her school bag to her long time boyfriend's home to properly ready herself for the day. Plus as part of her routine she also took care of his incredibly lovable pet ferret, Kira. It wasn't often Kana saw Takeshi during her early visits, he was quite the busy man -- be it he was already out the door himself or sleeping in and as tempted as it was she, as his dedicated girlfriend, would never rob him of his much needed sleep. Instead she usually would fix something to eat for the both of them, leaving his portion ready and safely stored in the fridge, give him a little kiss and whisper "Have a good day" before heading off for school.

Much of Kana's personal belongings actually already had a place of it's own at Takeshi's home, making the trips all the easier for her. Now the second bag she carried was only really necessary if say she bought new stuff to wear and try out and she didn't have the time to drop it off at his place for one reason or another. So safe to say; it wasn't often the duffel was necessary anymore, thanks to her protective boyfriend's generosity, supporting his trans girlfriend however possible to make her feel more safe and comfortable, forced to hide herself from her own parents. There was times Kana wished she could just stay with Takeshi all the time, never go back to her parent's house, but these yearnings were kept to herself. Not wanting to make her boyfriend feel like he didn't have his own space anymore or feel pressured for that matter. They were so happy as is, she didn't want to mess it up...

The teen took immense pride in her looks, taking the time to prim and prep every day, especially on the rare dates/outings where she had Takeshi all to herself to show off. Plus, she genuinely loved makeup and anything that made her feel... pretty, basically. For today's look she decided to use her most natural wig that closely matched her actual hair color with her makeup relatively subtle, a somewhat smokey eye look with shades of pink, a hint of red. Mascara applied generously to really help make her eyes pop, along with a touch of blush, a dash of foundation and concealer, eyebrows filled in, and a hint of a lip tint, all to brighten her complexion and look more, well.. feminine. For once she for the most part left her freckles exposed, giving her a more "natural" look, as she was going for. Her french tip manicured nails still looked good, so she left those alone while getting ready, fixing her preferred uniform, the girl's uniform, while looking herself over in Takeshi's bathroom mirror. Doing a little twirl in added effect, deciding to leave her wig as it is rather than put up into a style. This was all of course done after tending to Kira, making sure her bowls were clean and full of fresh water and food, playing with the ferret for at least an hour before taking care of herself. Fed and dressed, Kana was out the door by eight, giving her a solid half an hour to make it to school on time.

She felt good, she looked good, her confidence showed, all the more attracting attention of clueless bystanders genuinely believing her to be a cis, normal teenage girl. Even if she looked pretty flat, there was a subtle hint of breasts thanks to her favorite bra and panty set, giving the impression she had breasts under her uniform. The fact that she was naturally fairly petite, with thick thighs and overall soft features, drastically help her "pass" so to speak, puberty relatively kind to her by sheer luck. Her voice hadn't gone through the horrid crack and deepen phase, it remained "girlish" and higher pitched, with added forced practice to ensure it remained that way. Sometimes she jokes it's because she prayed at a nearby temple on the daily at an early age when fully realizing she was not a boy, but a girl, it was true though; the praying bit, praying that she would not bulk up and change in the way most little boys would into becoming men. Her prayers had been answered, that or just damn lucky stroke of generics playing in her favor.


Whatever it was, Kana walked with pride, head held high every morning she went to school, even if her peers weren't so keen on her "antics". More specifically was a group of boys that made it their goal to try to ruin her day on the daily, harassing her, pushing her around, and sometimes even physically assaulting her. She tried to hide it from Takeshi, mostly out of shame; wanting to be strong, for him, try to stand firm on her own. Today she was pushed past her limits, she could no longer keep Yuki and his little "gang" a secret from her over protective boyfriend. For today's form of torture Yuki and his equally stupid friends had cornered the smaller girl during lunch break, taunting her as they pulled at her uniform, exposing her undergarments while groping as they pleased. All the while she thrashed about, trying to fight them off but being severally outnumbered and overpowered by their natural superior strength. Several hands held her down with such force that finger shaped bruises were left behind on her delicate flesh. Thoroughly humiliated she was left a shaking, trembling mess, barely holding herself together to make it back to class when the bell rung. She was on edge, hyper aware of Yuki and his followers throughout the rest of the day, all to eager to flee when classes were finally done for the day, knowing Takeshi would be waiting for her. Kana all but ran out the building and straight into her boyfriend's arms, shaking like a leaf with her school bag carelessly dropped at her feet. The traumatized teen curling into her boyfriend, as if trying to disappear as she clutched on to him tight, face pressed against his lean chest. Never did Kana try to hide the fact of who her boyfriend was, on the contrary, she was quite proud! Yet despite of his reputation, Yuki specifically made it his life mission to ridicule and make Kana's life a living hell whenever possible. Perhaps partial reason why she kept her mouth shut, was knowing Takeshi would not take that behavior so kindly, his idea of mercy far differed from most's definition.

 

[Aalyiarah]

Takeshi instantly knew that something was wrong as Kana ran into his arms, he could feel her trembling and instantly his blood began boiling. “What is wrong? You are trembling?” The four Kuban's took their positions around the couple each looking in a different direction but each listening in. His knuckles grew white as he balled his fist as Kana revealed what had happened to her that day. “Show me,” he wanted proof knowing that if she is was marked it would only fuel the rage inside of him. The markings were there, left in finger-shaped bruises. “Yuki did this?” She had given him a complete description of her attacker and his friends. Scanning the nearby area, he’d see a small group of seniors who fit the description. “Ren. Ichigo.” Snapping his fingers two of his followers started to walk with him. He’d leave the other two making them watch over the bikes and for security. Luckily the parking lot wasn’t monitored by a patrolling guard or a digital camera it was dated and needed to be renovated but not many students (or adults) drove since the public transportation was one of the best in the world.

Takeshi walked casually to the group of ‘want to be’ thugs, Ren and Ichigo were on both sides of him with his arm wrapped around Kana’s waist protectively. “Which one of you faggots thinks it’s funny to abuse a girl?” His eyes already locked with Yuki's. Ren cracked his neck with a smug expression, “Oyabun, I think its this one.” Pulling out a switchblade and pointing at Yuki. The small gang suddenly seemed to grow tense, it tickled Takeshi as he wondered what they would do if he reveals his Springfield 40 .cal XD mod 2. A pistol that was no longer a weapon but an extension of his arm when it was drawn. The knife caused three of them to step back leaving the ring leader in place. “Come with me,” speaking casually, he never raised his voice or spoke overly stern when someone was in trouble. If they cooperated the punishment wasn’t as messy.

“No,” Yuki said having to pull his eyes from the other male, the shaking in his voice showed he was scared but trying to put on a good front.

Looking down at his beloved, “he doesn’t want to come over for dinner,” Takeshi chuckled. “Like he has a fucking choice.”

Yuki bit down hard on his lower lip, “I-I didn’t know Kaoru was actually dating you. We thought he was just lying to stop the bullying.”

Swiftly Takeshi stepped up, his arm sliding from Kana’s waist to his hand around the disrespectful boy’s neck. Gripping his jaw tightly with his hand, forcing Yuki to raise onto his tiptoes or be choked. “It doesn’t matter if Kana is dating me or not. You will refer to her as my girlfriend and you will call her Kana.” The stern voice, and Takeshi’s sheer force making the three boys who had backed off cower. They knew better then to run especially knowing that if they tried to tell then their own actions would be revealed. “Now, you will get your ass on the back of Ren’s bike…” Letting the boy go he’d turn around taking Kana in his arms as Ren grabbed Yuki by the arm brandishing his knife once more.

They mounted their bikes, Ren forcing a blindfold onto Yuki’s eyes before getting on his own bike. With a roar, they would speed off heading to Takeshi’s place. The raging bull had a plan for the boy. Now he wasn’t going to be merciful not only had the boy roughed up Kana but had addressed her in a manner that was completely disrespectful.

Entering the front door of his 2DK apartment Takeshi popped Kana on the ass feeling it jiggy from the smack, “beers for us, babe.” He knew sometimes he was a little less compassionate and was a bit firm with her especially when he was working. “Let’s make our guest, comfy.”

Ren had lugged the boy up the stairs still blindfolded and even purposely let him walk into a couple of walls by Takeshi's order. The simple techniques were already starting the psychological torment. The blindfold keeping the location hidden, forcing Yuki to walk without his sight and show how there was no care for him as he walked into walls stumbling around adding in a small level of humiliation. A simple yet profound method. Now he was sitting the boy down in a chair tying him in place with duct tape. While Ichigo gagged him with his sweaty bandana. The other two walked off to the storage area gathering a few supplies. The kobuns seemed to already know what Takeshi had in store for the house guest and didn’t seem to need any instructions.

Pulling out a chair to sit across from where Yuki set, the blindfold removed and he now tied in place. Takeshi took a second to look him over. Yuki was a little lean with oddly colored eyes and blond hair with purple accents, almost like he was posing as a punk who bullied others so he wasn’t a target. “This is what’s going to happen…”

 

[C'est la vie]

Tears freely streamed down Kana's freckled cheeks, her lips trembling as she forced herself to step out of her protective boyfriend's embrace, pushing up the sleeves of her uniform and lifting her skirt enough to show Takeshi the already developing bruises decorating her once smooth blemish free complexion around her arms and thighs. She told him and his crew the disgusting things Yuki specifically called her, purposely calling her by her dead name, taunting her as he sexually groped at her with his stupid friends help. "I warned him, Take," She sniffled, using his nickname, "I told him about you, but he didn't believe me." Her voice shook as she collapsed against him, describing what the cocky bastards all looked like. They were easy to spot, still loitering about, making them all too easy of a target for Takeshi to set his gaze on and storm towards with his gang close behind.

Kana remained glued to Takeshi's side, clutching on to him, nuzzling against him and refusing to so much as spare her bullies a glance. Instead focusing on her boyfriend's scent and warmth, anchoring her and rebuilding her strength bit by bit as he confronted Yuki specifically. Visibly she winced when yet again, even now, the idiot called her Kaoru and "he", that seemed to be the last straw to set her boyfriend off. Obediently she remained in place, gaze following him as he lunged forward, heaving a stuttering, dreamy sigh, seeing her man ready to defend her and take revenge. All traces of tears were gone when he returned to her, positively beaming up at him, even sweetly giggling with a little pep to her step. Lifting herself on her tippy toes she stole a kiss, "Thank you, Take-kun~" She hummed, giddy as she followed at his side towards his bike, Yuki being forcefully dragged along for the ride. In comparison to him Kana was considerably more merciful, she gave Yuki a chance to back off but he was too stupid to know any better. While she did make an attempt to avoid unnecessary violence, the perky teen was guilty of taking sick, twisted glee any time she saw her man in action, especially on occasions such as these called for. There was a rush from it all, when he aggressively reacted to say some random clueless sap making a move on her in public while they were out and about together. Only this time Yuki wouldn't be so lucky to walk away with just a warning or black eye; he had crossed the line again and again and forced Kana's hand. Now he had to pay the price and she was more than happy to watch on front row and center.

Making it back to Takeshi's place, Kana grinned and chirped out a happy, "Coming right up~!" Practically skipping further into his apartment to retrieve the chilled drinks for her lover and his guests. Absently humming she moved about the kitchen with ease, knowing where everything was like the back of her hand. After popping off the caps for each beer she easily held them all, split in half, by the necks of the bottles between her fingers. "Want any snacks, Take~?" Kana cooed, setting his beer down first, naturally before handing out the rest among his gang members, flashing them all a genuinely friendly smile, "Boys? Want anything?" She offered, standing behind Takeshi, with him sat it made it easy for her small frame to lean over the back of his chair, her arms curling around his shoulders and face affectionately nuzzling against his. "I love you so much, Take, you're so good to me~" She purred in his ear, peppering his face with kisses, pressing herself against him, her hands shamelessly sliding up and down his well defined toned chest. "It turns me on so much... seeing you get all heated and protective... it's so sexy~" Kana whispered, groaning into his ear, letting her breath fan over his skin, teasing the surface, her hips swaying left to right, with none of his boys so much as batting an eye; well accustomed to their boss's girl's open display of affection. "After this we should spend some quality time together, just the two of us... don't you think?" She giggled, teething and suckling at his ear lobe before slowly forcing herself to pull back, just enough to rest her chin on top of his head, still draped over him from behind. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting~! Go ahead, Take, I won't interrupt you." She apologized, all too cheerful, smile wide and eyes squinting.

 

[Aalyiarah]

The guys all graciously accepted the beers, Kana was very special to them because she was special to their boss, but all the members that met her were always so nice and kind towards the transgendered teen. They never really bothered her with any tasks or simply requests until she asked them first. Ren and Ichigo stood on each side of Yuki as Takeshi pulled up a chair to sit down. They could both grin when Kana made herself the center of attention by openly displaying affection for Takeshi. His right and left hand were always relieved to see this side of him that only Kana brought out. Both a bit fearful to pounder the thought of how Takeshi may have been if Kana wasn’t a part of his life.

Yuki attempted to look away but Ren stepped closed planting his hands on both sides of the boy’s head, “no, you don’t get to look away. This girl is Takeshi’s property and you abused it.” He’d chuckle coldly.

Rejoining the group with a box, a tripod and a camera the other two kobans started setting up. They were always happy when Kana was being affectionate with their boss. Her sublet (and not so subtle) actions swayed their Oyabun’s emotions bringing out a softer or sadistic side. Setting the tripod up, and mounting the camera the other would set the box on the table.

Kana’s affections were always desired by Takeshi and she got away with a lot because she was so dear to him. He would never deny her touch or kiss. Clearing his throat as she pulled back instantly stopping the nibbling kissing and having successfully tightened his pants, “babe, why don’t you make some ramen for the boys. I’ll have a tuna roll.” Knowing that she’d most likely want to watch Takeshi didn’t need the distraction. As she walked off into the kitchen portion still within earshot but out of his eyesight, Takeshi would shoot closer to Yuki. “Yuki doesn’t fit you, but you know what does…” On cue, the koban reached into the box and pulled out a dog choker with a leash. It had been custom made to fit a typical human male. Struggle as he may, Yuki would soon find the thick chain around his neck and the leash in Takeshi’s hand. He’d give it a firm tug letting the chain tighten hugging the tender flesh as it was held in place. Yuki panicked, attempting to thrash about in the chair he was tied to, the fear in his eyes showed the level of submission. Letting his prey breath, “I control everything from this moment on, including your very breath.”

Two police grade single cuffs were placed around Yuki’s hands each having a chain leash, one led to Ren and the other led to Ichigo. The two of them were now wearing pig masks to conceal their face as they each cut away the duct tape from their captive’s wrists and ankles. Slipping their latex covered fingers into his mouth four wide the bandana would fall out allowing the boy to breath better. He’d mutter a halfhearted, “fuck you,” but regretted it as the choker was pulled once more. Gasping around the fingers that held his mouth open. His next words were cut off, as Takeshi gagged him. A large thick metal O-ring gage that had been slightly turned into an oval replaced the fingers stretching his mouth painfully wide threatening to rip the side of his lips.

“Get up,” ordering firmly, “you are going to be in a little home movie.” He had to give the boy credit Yuki was a fighter as he attempted once more to regain control of the situation but a few seconds without air and he would fall to the floor gasping as it was returned. Ren kicked him in the ass hard encouraging him to move. Donning a pigface mask along with the others, Takeshi shorted the chain forcing Yuki to rise onto his knees, as Ren and Ichigo stepped to the side his arms stretched out wide. The member behind the camera would hit the play button as the last Koban stepped up to speak. His face was hidden as well. “We have here a disrespectful cunt boy name Yuki. He is a senior at….” Revealing all of their captive’s information. “He has disgraced a woman named Kana by abusing her, sexually harassing her, and making her feel less than the beautiful woman she is.” Takeshi would add looking down at him, “now Yuki will know what it’s like to be abused…”

The koban speaking would turn around and pull down his pants, his cock hard from self-pleasuring and watching Kana tease Takeshi. It was his turn to be the assaulting member and knowing that if he didn’t then he’d have to undergo the Yubizume ritual. Pulling his cock from his boxers. The cameraman adjusted to get an angle then zoomed in as Yuki’s hair was gripped firmly for leverage. His disrespectful mouth punished by the forceful face fucking and sweaty balls slapping his chin. Gaging as the man’s tip struck the back of his throat and Takeshi’s setting a rhythm with the choker tightening and loosening the chain in a pattern.

Tears streaming down the poser’s face staining his cheeks as he endured the torment unable to do anything as he was partially immobilized by the gang. The pulsing cock in his mouth caused his own cock to harden, he felt sick and disgusting. He wasn’t gay but his body was betraying him. Coughing each time he was choked this continued for a good eighteen minutes until the koban forced himself all the way into the wet cavern holding Yuki in place as he filled his throat with cum. Takeshi instantly choked him once the koban stepped back. “Let the camera get a good look,” Yuki didn’t fight it as he showed off his cum covered tongue. “That’s a good boy, now swallow it.” Again, he would do as he was told.

Takeshi would give the signal and the camera would be shut off. “Now, you owe Kana an apology.”

 

[C'est la vie]

There was rarely if ever a time when Kana didn't obey to Takeshi's every command, maybe when she was feeling particularly mischievous she would push her luck, knowing her boyfriend would never actually hurt her, simply... put her in her place; show her who was the real boss. A part of her couldn't really stand to be in the same room as Yuki, after countless days spent on edge, on guard, at school when she was just minding her own damn business. Perhaps her dedicated lover picked up on that, having been an item for years now; he knew her better than anyone else. So, she didn't fight back, offering one last sweet kiss to the cheek before excusing herself, retreating back into the kitchen to fix her man and his boys something to eat. She took her time, taking just as much pride in anything she served Takeshi, as she did her looks. Takeshi took care of Kana, just as she did with him; anything that made his life a little easier, more comfortable and brought some form of joy.

Given how frequently she visited him, one of the belongings she left at his place was an over the top cutesy apron, with frills and everything. It hung on a hook in the kitchen, ready for her to grab and get to work. Sometimes it was ALL she wore with her favorite thigh high socks, when it was just her and Takeshi of course... Sadly that would have to wait; they had guests to tend to! Overall Kana tried not to make too much noise, so Takeshi could focus in peace without any disturbances. While things were still in it's prep stage Kana briefly made a trip to her boyfriend's room, gathering Kira to provide one another some company. The sweet ferret remained comfortably curled around her neck, giving little squeaks when she wanted a snack to which the teen could never say no, rewarded with little kisses and nuzzles that made her giggle.

Moving about the kitchen, still dressed in her school uniform, apron, and a pair of slippers she always wore around Takeshi's place, and her wig tied back in a low pony tail to avoid getting in the food, an aroma filled the air and drifted out throughout the apartment. Common whenever she was cooking up really anything for her man, today being no different as he worked up an appetite. Now Kana was a huge lover for spicy food, especially when it came to ramen; something Takeshi's crew took some time getting accustomed to given the intense level of spicy she preferred. It become an affectionate joke of sorts, referring to her ramen specifically as the "Kana Challenge", where her lover's crew would try and try again to finish a bowl but always be forced to tap out usually not even half-way through. Takeshi got a kick out of it, and his boys weren't ones to back down from a challenge, so she kept making it. Today however; she was feeling merciful, taking into consideration of their limits and preferences in flavor. Fixing up something very mild but still packed full of flavor, the same could be said for Takeshi's order for tuna roll. Ensuring there was plenty to fill his belly along with a side of an arrangement of sliced fruit; always thinking about his health, making sure he got enough fruits and vegetables in his diet.

When the meals were at last done and plated she quietly sneaked back in to check on Takeshi's progress, just in time to see Yuki swallowing a load and her boyfriend give the next order. Taking that as a sign it was okay to enter, she brought in her lover's meal first, setting it down in front of him along with a second beer, taking the first emptied one to dispose of. "Food's ready, Take." She softly announced, Kira on her shoulder giving a little sound as if to confirm, making Kana smile at his side. "Is now a good time?" She asked, running a hand through his hair, her nails gently dragging across his scalp, her hands itching to touch him whenever in close range of him.

 

[Aalyiarah]

"It's perfect timing," Takeshi would respond giving her a smile savoring Kana's affectionate touch, "but this little whelp has something that he'd like to say to you." Tugging on Yuki's leash making the boy gasp for air and hack. Looking down at the younger male with his arms still strung out to the side, "don't you have something to tell the lady?" The kobuns kept a tight grip on the submissive male ready to administer the punishment if he dared to say anything out of line or abrasive towards Kana. Takeshi wrapped an arm around Kana, pulling her to his side inhaling the trans girl's sweet scent. She doted on him so much that Takeshi wasn't sure if he could ever treat her nice enough to show his gratitude for her emotional stability and support.

Yuki coughed, spraying a bit of saliva mixed with cum onto the floor, his face red from the abuse and eyes watering. The pathetic sac looked scared like a mouse cornered by a group of feral cats. Peering up to look at the couple he had wronged, his purple eyes falling onto Kana, a sense of hatred in his gaze but his head dropped forward. "K-Kana, I...I'm sorry for disrespecting you and for mistreating you." After Kana said her piece Takeshi snapped his fingers and a black leather bag was placed over Yuki's head. He was tied with his hands behind his back and the kobuns started dragging him from the house. They were going to drop him off on the subway bound for Kyoto.

As the front door was shut Takeshi turned his attention to his beloved Kana. "They will be back once they dispose of him, but until then." Cupping her cheek within the palm of his hand Takeshi leaned in pressing his lips against hers. His other hand resting in the small of Kana's back tenderly holding her close to him with love and passion. Slowly tracing the curve to rest upon Kana's thick bubbly backside giving her small smack and a firm grope. Touching his girlfriend in such an intimate manner always aroused Takeshi. His pants growing tight, a bulge forming for Kana to see, Takeshi took Kana's hand in his own leading her to the bulge. "I've missed those delicious lips being wrapped around my cock," with a swift motion Kana would be swept off of her feet and into his strong arms. Kicking the feeble bedroom door open letting it hit against the wall Takeshi tossed her onto the bed stripping himself of his clothes and standing at the edge of the bed peering at Kana. "You're so beautiful," he'd mutter softly grabbing his own cock and starting to stroke himself to his full girth.

 

[C'est la vie]

Naturally Kana fell against Takeshi's side, her hand remaining buried in his messy wind swept hair, gently holding him to rest the side of his face against her stomach, still running her fingers affectionately through even as Yuki was forced to approach her. She didn't miss his still heated stare, knowing nothing was truly sincere in his apology but she had since decided that day she would not go easy on him or idiots like him from here on out. So, if shown the same mistreatment again, she would not be so kind and merciful, freely allowing Takeshi and his goons to run rampant without her there to reel him back in. Thus, she didn't say a word, merely watched on as Yuki was dragged out of the apartment, leaving just the lovers to themselves. As if sensing the shift in mood, Kira made herself scarce, climbing down Kana's arm, landing briefly on Takeshi's shoulder before hopping down to the table and scurrying off to run about the place and burn off some energy, clever girl...

The blue eyed, small framed girl happily mewled, purring against her boyfriend's lips, practically melting into him, greedily following after him and whining when he pulled away, pouting cutely at him at first before her lips morphed into an adorable little grin. Eyes squinting, her manicured nails willingly ghosted over the hardened erection straining against the fabric of his jeans, "Take you're such a sweet talker~" She giggled out, exclaiming with happy glee when he effortlessly lifted her off the ground in his strong, sturdy arms. Her own instinctively wrapping around his broad shoulders for a few moments at best before she found herself laying on the familiar surface of his bed that was just as means his as it was hers by that point into their committed relationship. The teenager beamed at her boyfriend, flushing and keening at his flourish of compliments, squirming on top of the sheets, her thick thighs rubbing together as a thrill of excitement and arousal shot through her. A small wet spot already staining her panties, proof of the effect Takeshi had on her body.

She groaned, nibbling at her bottom lip, watching him through clouded, half-lidded eyes as he touched himself, practically making her drool on the spot. Slowly she sat herself up before then crawling to the edge of the bed and closer to her handsome lover, licking at her lips, gazing with obvious hunger at his thick erection. The teenage girl didn't shy away when meeting face to face, so to speak, with his throbbing cock, her eyes locked with his as her mouth willingly opened wide, her tongue lolling out. Kana sat patiently on her knees, her hands resting in-between her open legs, obediently waiting for his command, eager and ready to please him, reward him for taking such good care of her and avenging her soiled honor.