YF - Chapter 4

Riley’s senses have become sharper since she came to Japan. She’s learned so much that she is like a completely different person from who she was in America. But the streets of Kamurocho are choked with people, sights, and sounds. One can never realistically notice everything.

By the time she notices the danger, it’s too late. Baihara Yoko and her soldiers are only ten meters away. Riley doesn’t know if she’s been spotted, but she slips into an alley regardless. She hurries through the shadows, turning a corner to find a dead end. She isn’t surprised; most of these alleys don’t go anywhere. Flashing, colored lights play on the grimy walls of the buildings. She turns around to see shadows moving across them. There’s no question: Baihara saw her.

Riley squares herself and waits.

Baihara takes her time. Glass crunches under her heel as she appears, flanked by her soldiers who are all tough-looking ladies dressed like Riley. Many of them have visible Yakuza tattoos.

Baihara is short and stout. She has the sort of round little body that would be desirable if it belonged to a nicer person. She wears a red, velvet dress that’s supposed to look swanky and rich, but does not suit her. She sneers at Riley, as always.

“You hurt me, White Girl. What kind of family member doesn’t acknowledge her Senpai in the street?” Baihara asks, advancing. She is an underboss in the Aramaki Family.

“Senpai,” Riley says, bowing.

“Too late, White Girl. I’m not surprised to find you in such an unfriendly place. It makes me sad for the state of modern Japan. Can you imagine it? Isn’t it strange? That I can’t find any affection in Kamurocho?” Baihara asks dramatically, laying her hand on her breast. “It’s a tragedy.”

“Yes, Senpai.” Riley’s teeth grind. It’s all bullshit. Anyone can find affection in Kamurocho, and Baihara can get it for free. But that wouldn’t give her a reason to bully her, which is obviously more important to her.

“We’re a family. Families should love each other,” she goes on.

Riley nods.

“Shouldn’t a sister help her sister in need?” Baihara asks in the voice of someone delivering an inspiring speech.

“Yes, Senpai.”

“Then show me some skin, White Girl. Because the cold hands of Kamurocho have rejected me,” she says.

Blood pressure rising, Riley opens her jacket and unlatches her bra. She holds her jacket to bare her breasts.

“Oi, oi! Look at me! I’m not tall enough to see that! Be considerate of your big sister!” Baihara barks.

Riley swallows and gets down to her knees. She can’t refuse or fight back. That isn’t an option. Standing up to an underboss would be against every rule.

“Good,” Baihara says grumpily, coming closer. She yanks up her dress and frees her fat cock from her black, designer panties. With it only inches from Riley’s face, she jerks it in a businesslike fashion.

“You should smile when you are with family,” Baihara mutters.

Riley tries.

“Mmmm,” Baihara grunts. Now she’s enjoying herself too much to focus on bullying. Her greedy eyes drink in Riley’s perky breasts. Her cock is hard and starting to drool precum. Her hand moves faster. Behind her, her soldiers watch in amusement.

“White Girl. Cover those before the cops see you,” Baihara says sharply, stopping what she’s doing.

Startled, Riley pulls her suit coat shut.

Baihara jerks vigorously, unleashing a sticky load all over Riley’s outfit. She growls, still pulling as more semen leaks to the asphalt. Finally, she sighs in satisfaction and tucks her cock away, straightening her dress.

Riley kneels there, shaking with rage.

“By the way,” Baihara says. “You’re wanted at the house. I forgot to mention that. You’re late. Better hurry.”