Yakuza Futa

Kamurocho.

The Red Light District to rule them all. Few parts of Tokyo ever sleep, least of all this one. Bright lights shine on wet streets in the dead of night, packed with people and noise. Music from bars, beeps, and chimes from game machines, and the hubbub of voices and footsteps form a special background sound unique to this place.

A lot of money can change hands in all these businesses, packed together and lining the narrow maze of claustrophobic streets. Commerce rules this place, all under the watchful eye of the Aramaki Family. This family is old and influential, part of a dying breed in modern Japan. Their iron grip on Kamurocho is absolute. The Boss and his three sisters are gods here.

The Boss has a single daughter: Aki. Although Aki shuns the Yakuza life, she still lives as a princess in this little kingdom. One of her many privileges was to travel to America last summer to harmlessly play soccer at a camp in a strange, horrible place called Florida. There, she met a girl who did something that no one ever had before: made her feel something.

But a love story is never simple in the world of Yakuza. Aki is a poor Yakuza, but she is a good daughter. She strictly adheres to the many rules of the family, which restrict her from intimacy outside of marriage.

And marrying into a family like the Aramaki clan is not something that can be done easily.

People in the streets of Kamurocho have learned to recognize the strange, white girl from America that has made this district and the Aramaki Family her home.

Now she stands in the middle of the narrow street, and people automatically make sure not to bump into her. She wears a gray business suit, open, with just a black bra underneath. Her hands are in her pockets and her flaming red hair is worn in a wild ponytail. Her suit is loose enough that there’s no visible bulge between her legs, but her posture is enough to make her point most of the time. She’s chewing on a toothpick. Her Japanese is far from perfect, but she’s learned a lot during this year in Japan. Much more than just the language. Her name is Riley.

Six months ago she became a full-fledged member of the Aramaki Family, as required by the rules for someone seeking Aki’s hand. But… she’s only a foot soldier. Only an underboss could think of approaching the Boss’s daughter. Riley must rise more in the family before they can marry. Only then will she be able to get Aki away from all this.

Riley’s watchful eye spots someone who doesn’t belong in the milling crowds: a girl wearing a uniform from a private school. She’s been loitering for a while, and Riley knows that body language but she doesn’t know the face. This girl is trying to sell her panties, but she’s not affiliated with the Aramaki.

Riley moves forward, threading her way expertly to the girl, who sees her coming.

“What? Who are you?” the girl demands, looking and sounding almost disdainful.

This happens a lot. Riley is average height, slim, and visibly a foreigner. Even dressed like a Yakuza, the mere sight of her doesn’t command much respect in strangers.

“Go home, kid,” Riley tells her.

“I’m waiting for my boyfriend,” the girl replies waspishly.

Riley isn’t in the mood for this. She grabs the girl’s school bag and plants her shoe in the girl’s stomach to give her a shove. The bag strap rips and the girl stumbles backward. Riley rolls her eyes and dumps the bag of panties into the street, then tosses it aside.

“Hey!” the girl says, outraged. Maybe she’s bold because she’s Riley’s size. Or maybe she took a Karate class once or something. Riley dodges her punch, punches her back squarely in the gut, and pushes her against the bike rack behind her. The passersby make a point not to look and walk faster.

Riley whips off her belt and snaps the girl sharply on the ass.

“Ow!” she cries out, tears shining in her eyes. Riley ties her hands to the bike rack with the belt.

“You want to sell this on my turf? Let people see what they’re buying,” Riley tells her gruffly. She flips up the girl’s skirt and walks away, leaving her bent over and tied to the bike rack. Riley has important Yakuza business to attend to elsewhere.