YF - Chapter 10

Once again, Riley must bathe and put on clean clothes. There’s no time to rest, eat, or otherwise take care of her health. The work of a Yakuza never stops.

She returns to the main house to answer the summons of whichever Yakuza from the meeting today wants her company. The Aramaki must be trying to close a deal by winning goodwill through sharing her. Her role is to do whatever is necessary to benefit the family.

Riley presents herself at the guest house indicated on her phone. The man who answers the door is in his thirties, lean, and to Riley’s relief, pretty handsome. He also doesn’t give off big patriarchal asshole energy like a lot of these guys do. He’s dressed in black pants and a white dress shirt and it looks good on him. He’s about Riley’s height.

Riley bows respectfully and enters his guesthouse. She looks at him expectantly, ready to obey instructions.

“Oh,” he says. “You misunderstand. It’s my wife who wants to see you, Riley-san.”

A woman emerges from the bedroom, wrapped in a robe. She’s petite, but she has a round, friendly face. Her eyes are warm and moist. Her smile is pure sweetness.

“Riley-san. Welcome,” she says.

Riley bows to her.

“You are from America. And you wish to join the Aramaki?” she asks.

“I have joined,” Riley replies.

“Of course. They say you are very strong and powerful. My husband was impressed by your… virility today,” she says, blushing slightly and glancing at her husband, who inclines his head.

“She is indeed formidable,” he says.

“Is it true?” the wife asks Riley.

“It’s important to be strong,” Riley replies neutrally. Boasting is not the Yakuza way. “The strength to protect. And to endure. These are precious values.” Riley got that from a Yakuza movie.

The wife looks Riley up and down admiringly.

“And would the big, strong, white soldier of the Aramaki show me that strength?” she asks. This sweet Yakuza wife has a kink. Riley’s going to have to fuck her in front of her husband. Maybe the husband too, but at least he’s hot. Riley’s tired and she’s gotten off way too many times today, but she can handle this.

“I’ll do anything to serve,” she replies confidently.

“Good,” the wife says sweetly.

She drops her robe, revealing a black, leather bodice and lacy black panties. Her expression hardens and she looks at her husband.

“Get out,” she orders in an icy voice.

He hurriedly leaves.

“Oh shit,” Riley murmurs.

“Take off your clothes,” the woman says.