Most definitely

He leads you to one of the small rooms set aside for this sort of thing. It is small and plain with a futon and an painting of a heron on the wall to class up the joint or something. Yoshida flops down on the futon and sighs. He closes his eyes and for a moment you have hope that he is about to fall asleep. But then the flush recedes from his cheeks and when he opens his eyes you can see that he is stone cold sober. He notices the look of bewilderment on your face and smiles. “Just a little trick the boys at the lab came up with.” You curse mentally. Edogawa Biotech was among the world leaders in body alteration. You hadn’t known that Yoshida had undergone changes though. Usually yakuza were a little touchy about that kind of thing. “Undress,” he commands.

Well, shit. Your hopes of avoiding having to fuck this creep are now dashed. The rational part of your mind is disappointed but you can’t deny the swooping sensation of nervous excitement in your stomach. You reach behind your back and undo your obi, then you shyly take off her kimono and under-kimono, letting them pool on the ground beneath your feet. You keep your eyes downcast, staying true to the character you’ve been playing. When you lift a leg and hook a finger in your tabi, Yoshida says, “No. Leave those on.” You obediently place your foot back on the ground.

Yoshida gets up and shucks his coat. His arms and chest are doughy but you’re certain there are solid muscles beneath the fat. He has a tattoo that runs over his right chest and shoulder and down to his forearm. It consists of a black dragon weaving in and out of storm clouds with bursts of lightning here and there. You have to admit that it is a pretty cool tattoo. Then he drops his trousers and all thoughts of the tattoo are driven from your mind. He has a monster between his legs. Even at half-mast you think it might be as long as Yozora’s forearm and nearly as thick. There’s no way that’s real. That bastard must have had his body shop craft it! “You know what to do.”

You walk forward, your stomach flip-flopping. You don’t need to pretend to be shy and nervous now. To think that your first ever cock would be some kind of lab-grown monstrosity. You’d known sex could be on the table but hadn’t expected anything like this. You get on your knees in front of him and lightly touch his shaft with one hand. It jumps, startling you. “Give it a taste,” Yoshida says softly. You steel yourself and then lift up his cock and run your tongue the length of it. The thing stiffens to its full length and it truly is a monster. How does he walk around with this thing? You go to work, trying to mimic the ‘best blowjob’ vids you’d looked up for...research. You run your tongue up and down the base of his cock, swirl your tongue around the head and even suck on each of his testicles. Then you take it in your mouth. You can barely get past the head and even that stretches your jaw uncomfortably. But close your lips as tight as you can and start bobbing. You wrap your hands around his shaft, astonished that your fingers won’t even go all the way around it, and start pumping his shaft.

Your jaw and arms are both aching by the time that you feel him start to tense. He explodes in your mouth. And explosion is the right word. He pumps so much semen in your mouth that you are **** to start swallowing it and even then it starts draining out of your mouth and onto your chest and thighs. When he finally removes his dick from your mouth, you start coughing and gasping for air. That must have been ten times the amount of semen a man should be able to produce. What the fuck is wrong with him? Is he trying to be a hentai character or something? Eventually you catch your breath and your vision clears up. When you glance up you see with horror that his cock is fully erect again already. Sweet god in heaven. How many orgasms does he have in him?