Sakura, with a bargain for the intel

The connections between the commander and the honorable criminal group, the Seimeikai, remained hidden from all of his closest companions. One wouldn't expect an enforcer of the government like him to have an alliance with a yakuza-styled group, but recent events had gotten him into bed-- figuratively-- with their leader, Sakura. He'd relied on their good graces several times after doing a favor for them, posing as Sakura's betrothed for a brief period of time. Now, he'd need to call upon them once again, for the sake of tracking down the elusive spy who'd eavesdropped on his conversation with the girls in the clinic.

The first step was to get Sakura's attention by sending a message:

Sakura?

I need a favor.

A person in a cloak just ran out of Mary's clinic.

I need to know who it was.

Can you have your people track them down?

It's urgent.

After sending the message, the commander hurried to the upper story of the clinic, hoping he'd get lucky and find where the cloaked figure was headed out into the streets if they were keeping to the ground. Unfortunately, whoever it was, they'd disappeared entirely. The message he'd sent was returned almost immediately:

Easily done.

In the mean time, let's meet.

I'm confident in my agents, but...

"Person in a cloak" doesn't give me much to work off of.

I'm nearby the clinic. Let's speak in person.

You can give me the full context.

This was a surprise. What was Sakura doing all the way out here? She didn't seem like the type to visit the shopping district. It was impossible to imagine that she didn't have people who'd do that sort of thing for her. Just going out in public was usually a bit of a risk for her and involved a large accompaniment of armed guards.

Of course, she didn't actually need them-- she could defend herself just fine. The commander had learned during the course of his mission that in reality, Sakura herself was a Nikke. The circumstances that led to this were still a bit vague, but even people inside her own organization weren't privy to this information. For the sake of keeping up appearances, she would continue to allow herself to be protected by the men of the Seimeikai.

The commander saw the men of the Seimeikai well before he laid eyes on Sakura. They were scattered here and there around the cafe Sakura had chosen, each wearing black suits and ties. Many of them had one hand inside their coats, as though ready to whip out their piece in defense of family head at any time. Just being around them always made the commander feel nervous, even though he realized by now that their loyalty to Sakura meant they were all basically on his side.

What made him more nervous than the gunmen at this moment was the cafe their leader had chosen. This was Cafe Sweety, the place where Sugar worked along with her squadmates. If Sugar was still feeling the effects of her earlier brainwashing via the Custom Girls app, this could be a dangerous place for him to visit. That strange influence had caused her to strip down and treat her beloved motorcycle like a masturbation toy while brazenly flaunting her body. If Sakura saw something like that, she wasn't going to let the matter go until the commander provided her some real answers.

"Ah, Commander. You've made it."

The man shook his head rapidly, shaking the image of Sugar's photo-shoot out of his head as another woman's voice reached his ears. He'd walked so far inside that he was standing by Sakura's table now. She was seated alone in a booth with a separate chair across her spot from the table. None of her guards were positioned directly around the booth, likely by her own orders, although they maintained a line of sight from outside the building. Even the cafe's staff appeared to be absent. The table had already been set with coffee on the commander's side, tea on her side, and two small pitchers set in the center.

The Nikke seated in the booth could be called picturesque, with her brown overcoat open and spread on the booth behind her to reveal the black-and-white, flower printed kimono and matching hakama she wore underneath it. Her hair was nearly as black as her clothing, held into a neat tail by a large, red, flower-shaped ribbon. That ribbon matched her eyes, piercing and crimson. Despite her femininity and poise, she'd also proven herself to be a skilled fighter, and the commander would never dare to underestimate her.

... However, as he sat down with his phone in one hand, he saw her name jump to the front of the list by proximity. It was already tempting him to spend more of his gems modifying her behavior like he had the others.

"... There's no point in doing something like that now," the commander reminded himself, placing the phone face down onto the table and picking up his coffee cup instead. "Thank you for meeting with me. I never intended to drag you all the way out here. I'd intended to handle everything over messages."

"What you mean to say is this: 'I'm surprised you have the time to meet me out here for tea when messages would suffice. This seems frivolous for you.' Is that it?" she questioned, raising her tea-cup to her lips and drinking silently, barely raising the lip, as she awaited an answer. When the commander proved slow to find his words, she set the cup down and frowned. "Finding a fleeing spy is indeed a trivial task for my organization. My men are tracing their steps as we speak."

"Thank you. The moment you've caught them, I need to be the one to question them."

A small smile appeared upon her face as she watched the commander's expression. "That's where my interest lies. Spies are a dime a dozen. You, commander, are one of a kind, as you've proven time and time again. In our discussion so far, you haven't betrayed even a hint of what sort of secret you've had stolen. The way you said 'I need to be the one to question them' revealed to me that whatever info they have, it's something that not even I can be privy to. Something you're hiding even from me."

Her eyes narrowed. He gulped as she continued.

"I'm flattered that you trust me as much as you do. Just the same, I trust you. However... pragmatism comes with my territory and, in my experience, you don't always know what is best for yourself. I won't have you pulling another of those heroic stunts of yours, where you withhold information in order to protect others. You should have enough faith to be open with me."

"You're talking like we're still husband and wife," the commander remarked, then smiled. "Not that it's a bad way to be treated. I'm certainly not complaining."

A slight redness rose to Sakura's cheeks as she tilted her chin up and returned a haughty frown. It was clear just watching her how often she reminisced about the time when the two of them had played a married couple for the sake of a mission. "There you go, deflecting. Flattery like that is a petty distraction."

While buying time, the commander raised the phone from the table, thumbing through his available options. This wasn't an easy situation to navigate. If he did something like he did with Mary and Pepper-- that is, simply redirected her focus towards sexual pursuits-- the guards would all see and run to investigate. He'd need to find something less conventional. "Besides, it's not as though I need that from her. That's not my goal here," he reminded himself, trying to divert his attention from the slender curve and pale flesh of her neck as she pushed aside her hair slightly and elegantly, patiently, sipped her tea.

His eyes narrowed as he found an unusual one that might be his ticket out of this predicament.

"Cost: 1. Sakura will not keep any secrets in any scenario where she is bargaining with the commander."

It was odd to see one that didn't appear to be titillating in nature, but in this case, it was ideal for two reasons. For one, it was cheap, and he had yet to replenish his stock of gems after spending a hefty sum on Mary and Pepper. Beyond that, however, it provided him a way forward. If he could just stall for time, Sakura's men would find a lead, or better, the identity of the snoop.

To test, he asked the innocent question, seeing that Sakura had decided to amuse herself thumbing through her own phone. "Have your men turned up anything yet?"

"No."

That was disappointing, in one way, but useful in another. Sakura's usual behavior would be to keep that answer a bit vague, to encourage him to spill the beans on his own secret. Instead, she'd told him outright that nothing had turned up yet. This seemed like proof positive that the effect was working as intended.

The commander folded his hands and placed his elbows onto the table. "Sakura. Is there anything else that I could offer you instead of cluing you in on my secrets?"

The woman's red eyes narrowed, as she rested her cheek upon her fist and idly watched her phone. "Yes. But I doubt you'll give me what I want, even if I ask for it."

"... And that is?"

"Come with me to the store's restroom."

The commander raised one eyebrow. That probably wasn't the whole of the request, but it seemed like a promising start. Rather than stalling until she figured out the answer, it was better if he could give her what she wanted and continue this on amicable terms. He cupped one hand to his mouth as Sakura began to rise from the table, hiding a discrete smile. He couldn't help it; he thought he had a pretty good idea of exactly what she was going to ask for. It was pretty in character for her to do something like this...

Sakura pushed the commander inside of the small, empty restroom and shut the door behind her with enough power to cause the nearby stalls to shudder-- a stark reality that she was a Nikke as well.

"Wh-What's all this about? What do you want from me?" the commander asked, beginning to think he'd been wrong in his guess. In fact, he may have been dangerously wrong. Her behavior was beginning to make him think he was going to have to carry out a difficult mission, the kind Sakura needed help with but wouldn't ordinarily impose upon him.

When he saw how red her face was, as she bit her lip and pressed her back against the door, he reconsidered. A stupid smile came onto his face. He'd been right after all. "Could it be... you want... a kiss-"

"Sex."

"... Huh?"

"When we were moonlighting as husband and wife earlier, we never had the chance. I want you to... have your way with me," she murmured, wearing a bashful expression that didn't match the boldness of her proposition. "I want you to forget any sort of high regard, fear, or hostility you might hold towards my position and treat me as a woman in this moment. Treat me as your lover."

"You're... you're serious?" he asked, his eyes widening as his mouth fell open in an incredulous expression. He hadn't put any sort of spell on her that would make her twist the truth for his benefit. In fact, what she was saying now ought to be the unvarnished truth.

"This offer has an expiration date, Commander." Sakura approached, grabbing one gloved hand to the lapel of the man's jacket and running her fingers up from his chest to his neckline. "If you don't act quickly, my men will come to breach the door and investigate. This moment of confusion is our only opportunity."

"We could go back to your facility--"

"No. I want to do it here. In the public bathroom."

"W.. What?"

"I want it to feel spontaneous. And... and classless. I want it to feel like ordinary sexual relations that any man or any woman could have, not something reserved for the leader of the Seimeikai!" Sakura pleaded, stepping even closer so that her breasts pushed up against his chest.

Her body, wrapped in the expensive silk fabrics of her kimono, was slender and soft-- undeniably girlish for a woman known to exude such a threatening aura. He allowed his arms to encircle her with his hands resting just above the swell of her hips, below where the kimono tucked into the high waist of her hakama. "Sakura... There's nothing ordinary about this," he whispered sympathetically, while she rested her head against his shoulder. "The men outside are probably already moving to investigate."

She suddenly whipped her head upright to glare into his eyes, then placed one hand directly upon the bulge forming at the front of his slacks. "That's why we have to hurry! Quit being foolish and kiss me!" she demanded, before tugging down on the lapel she'd grabbed to bring his head to her own height. Her pink lips pressed over his mouth and locked, with her tongue following immediately after. His eyes bulged at the speed with which her tongue explored his mouth, matching the pace of her palm, circling his groin to spur his erection on as fast as she could. "Hurry!" she said again around a mouthful of his own tongue and saliva. "Faster!"

As if acting apart from the impulses of rationality or his own thinking, his hands suddenly maneuvered from her waist straight onto her ass, squeezing in through the seat of her hakama. He could feel her body shudder a bit at the unfamiliar touch, but she didn't chastise him-- instead, she continued to stare with sparkling eyes as their tongues circled one another wildly. It was his turn to shiver, as he felt her fingers fish out his cock and begin stroking it desperately, hungrily-- the slick black leather of her gloves encircled his shaft like a sheathe.

"This secret... It's every bit as vital that you keep it... As it is that you keep quiet about me being a Nikke... understand?" Sakura questioned between breaths as she struggled to find moments of peace during their furious make-out session. With one hand on his shoulder and one hand on his penis, she allowed him to loosen the knot of her belt and drop her hakama to the floor, letting her kimono hang loose. There was no time to take that off, or even to address the pants pooled around her ankles. Instead, he reached underneath the kimono's slit legs and found her panties, untying the knots at the sides and casting aside the thin, black garment. It fell over the sink, discarded, as he lifted up one of her legs, balancing it over the hook of his elbow and making it so that she stood on one foot with the other off the ground. He moved one hand beneath her kimono, feeling the shape of her pussy's lips and the spreading hole there.

Her gasp was replaced by a small, feminine moan, as he pushed the head of his cock against her underside, then slowly inserted it. "Finally..." she sighed with relief, as she felt her body begin to rock up and down with the **** of his expedient thrusts.

If he was going to do something like this, he'd prefer to do it gently, lovingly, and perhaps even carefully, but there was no time for any of that. Her terms had been clear: she needed this done fast. Her kimono flapped about her legs, the cloth brushing the sink and tile floor, as he bounced her up and down with the **** of his hips, now cupping one hand beneath her buttocks while the other arm wrapped her bare leg. He wanted to admire the smooth, pale skin that she'd shown to so few, the curves ordinarily hidden beneath the layers of her heavy overcoat and silk attire, and the cute gasps and moans that overwrote her measured, haughty speech.

She allowed him none of that, instead whispering a command into his ear. "Cum... Cum inside me like I'm your wife... do it!"

There was almost no need for the command. Rather than hoisting her up by the leg, he now realized it was more like her leg was coiling him and her Nikke body weighing down on him, preventing him from pulling out. He grunted with exertion as she **** him to fill her. Translucent liquid became visible, trailing from the intersection of her exposed thighs, down her leg and her breathing, though loud, finally became more regular.

"Thank you, Commander... That was exactly what I wanted..." A smile spread onto the lips of the red-faced Nikke as she finally released her grip and moved backward, pushing her back against the door once again. She looked completely different than her usual self, with her hair disheveled from their rough, fast-paced sex and her clothes half removed, half displaced. "Hm hm... You can be a bit hard to guide along, but in the end, you never disappoint me."

"Likewise," the commander sighed. How would this affect his relationship with Sakura going forward? It wasn't as though he'd done anything she would actually object to, but her position in the Seimeikai made all of this dangerous-- she didn't need this kind of exposure. This might be her honest wish, but that didn't mean it was a prudent one. "I think it will be easier for me to make myself presentable than you at this point." After wiping up, he placed his hands upon her shoulders and guided her to one side, away from the doorframe. "Please, stay here and clean up. I'll head out first."

"Don't worry. I don't think my men will shoot you on the way out of the door."

"If that's a joke, it's not very funny," the commander protested. "Please, if you hear back from your men regarding the spy, let me know. I have to track them down quickly."

"Of course. And..."

"Hm?"

"Please don't think of this as 'our spot' going forward. Next time, I'll make sure that I pick somewhere significantly more romantic."

"Next time..."

The scene as he exited wasn't what he imagined. In his mind, he'd pictured a mob of armed guards, standing with their guns pointed towards the door. Instead, they'd basically maintained their position. That was because someone was running interference: Sugar, thankfully dressed back in her usual attire, was positioned by the doorframe with her arms crossed behind her back.

"... Uh... Sugar... How long have you been here?"

"Long enough to worry if the sink was going to fall off the wall or the door was going to come off its hinges. You two are lucky I don't charge you," Sugar responded, looking aside, aloof.

The commander felt his own face redden a bit. "Please, keep this a secret..."

"I'm not judging," she responded, closing her eyes. "But you owe me a cup of coffee--"

"Deal!"

"-- A cup of coffee a day for the rest of the year. To be clear, that's you coming into the store and buying me a cup of coffee. We need regular customers and I need an excuse to drink our merchandise."

"... Yeah." The commander wiped sweat from his brow, glad that at least it seemed as though he'd kept things relatively smoothed over with both Sakura and Sugar. Sugar was acting her old self right now, but that was probably because this was a familiar location and the bike was nowhere in sight. Sakura, on the other hand, was going to be an interesting relationship to manage going forward. Even with Mary and Pepper, he'd not actually gotten around to doing something as ridiculous as fucking them in a public bathroom.

As he pondered the road forward, he realized that a new message had come through. Sakura had gotten him the answer he'd wanted about the true identity of the spy. Things were about to get a lot more complicated. On the bright side, unsurprisingly, screwing a girl and shooting inside her turned out to be a great way to get rewarded by the gem app. He'd probably need those extra gems when it came time to corner the spy.

He left the cafe past the confused Seimeikai henchmen, headed towards dangerous territory.