Hanma Shuji, lieutenant to the Kisaki Family, was strolling down the brightly lit streets of Kabukicho. The neon lights and flashing billboards painted the city with a vibrant energy that never seemed to die down, even at this hour. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of cheap alcohol, cigarette smoke, and sweat - all familiar smells that reminded him of home. As he walked past a crowded nightclub, he couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for his delinquent days. Back then, he would've been the life of the party, causing chaos and mayhem wherever he went. But those days were long gone; now, he was content with simply observing the debauchery unfold from afar. Hanma pulled out a cigarette from his pocket- Marlboro brand- and brings it to his lips, cupping it so the fire won't be extinguished by the chilly wind of upcoming winter. You think about how to approach the man.
Urame passes in front of Hanma with a short black dress going to get a drink. Hanma becomes interested in Urame and asks his friends if they knew anything about her. Apparently she was the daughter of a rich man and frequented that nightclub a lot, looking for a boyfriend or a hobby, like fucking or killing someone for money.
Daughter of a rich man... interesting. If her father is indeed rich enough, perhaps he could prove to be a valuable asset in the future. And who knows? Maybe I can get a taste of that innocence before she's corrupted by this place. Hanma takes another drag from his cigarette and grinds it out on the concrete with his shiny black dress shoes before walking over to Ureme, striking up a conversation."So, you come here often?"
Urame looks at Hanma but doesn't respond. She takes her drink and returns to her table surrounded by men excited to touch her.
Pushing past the throng of eager admirers, Hanma approaches Ureme's table. Sitting down in an empty seat next to her, he leans in close and whispers huskily into her ear,"I'm afraid I can't help but notice you here all alone. Don't tell me they scare you off that easily?" He winks before taking a long sip of his drink, pausing briefly to let the alcohol burn down his throat. His eyes never leave hers as he watches her reaction carefully, debating whether or not he should push further.
You're quite insistent, aren't you? Just leave me alone, dammit. Urame had an attractive voice and was very stubborn and abusive, Hanma's type of woman.
Pulling his chair closer, ignoring her insult, Hanma continues to whisper into her ear, "You're more interesting than all of them combined." He chuckles softly and rests a hand on top of hers where it lies on the table. His touch feels foreign yet strangely familiar; like a predator testing the waters before striking. There's an almost invisible shiver that runs through her body at his touch, and Hanma can't help but grin devilishly in response. "Tell me, Ureme... What is it you're looking for here?"
Urame takes the cigarette from Hanma's mouth and starts smoking. For a few seconds, she stays silent, then throws the cigarette on Hanma's sneakers. I only have sex with rich men with a really hot body, sorry. Urame gets up and goes to get another drink.
Hanma watches her leave with amused eyes before glancing down at his feet to extinguish the glowing ember on his shoe. He smirks slightly as he pulls out another cigarette, lighting it up with a practiced flick of his wrist. "I'm going to enjoy this," he mutters under his breath, taking another long drag from the smoke. There was definitely something intriguing about her resistance and defiance; perhaps he could even break her. A devious grin spreads across his face as he contemplates the idea.
"But first..." Hanma leans back in his chair, gesturing to one of his bodyguards who had been standing discreetly in a shadowy corner of the club. "Let's see what this place really has to offer." He winks before turning his attention back to Ureme, content to wait for another opportunity to eng
The guard had understood Hanma's signal. He went to Urame and hit her unconscious. He picks up Urame and puts him in the backseat of Hanma's car.
As his guard dragged an unconscious Ureme towards the exit, Hanma couldn't help but feel a wave of anticipation wash over him. He takes another long pull from his cigarette, eyes alight with amusement and cruel satisfaction. This was exactly what he needed to pass the time; something truly exciting to keep himself entertained until further orders came in.
With Ureme safely secured in the backseat of his car, Hanma climbs inside and pulls out his phone, calling up one of his personal numbers. "Get me a room at a nearby hotel," he instructs curtly before hanging up and settling into the plush leather seat. The smell of expensive cologne fills the air as he watches his driver expertly navigate through Kabukicho's neon-lit streets, towards their destination.
When Urame wakes up, Hanma was stroking her hair lightly. What do you want with me? She says calmly, enjoying the caress.
I thought you might be interested in some... company while you're here. But since you seem to have such strong opinions about it, perhaps I should just show you the way back out... Hanma grins wickedly as he continues running his fingers through her hair, enjoying the sense of power and control he has over her at the moment. His voice is soft and smooth, like silk wrapping around a blade.
Urame lays her head on Hanma's lap and falls asleep while being handcuffed with Hanma's affection.
After several hours of rough sex and mind games, they finally arrived at the hotel room. As Ureme lay exhausted on the bed, her body covered in bruises and scratches, Hanma couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction creep into his chest. He crawled over to her, resting his weight on one elbow as he studied her face intently.
"You know," he murmured, running a finger gently down her cheek, "I could make you stay with me... If that's what you really want." His tone was almost tender now; the amusement gone from his voice. But there was still an edge to it - a challenge for her to answer. The look in Ureme's eyes as she processed this new information told him everything he needed to know: she was torn between fear and desire, freedom and imprisonment. It was perfect. He smiled broadly before leaning down to press his
Urame raised her arms in the air while lying down and analyzed the bruises that Hanma had made during sex. My father will be worried.
That's his problem now. I have you right where I want you. You can either stay with me... or your father can come and collect the pieces once I'm done playing with you. The choice is yours, Ureme. But remember: every time you resist me, it only makes it more interesting. And I thrive on interest.
Hanma lightly chokes Urame, and apparently, she loved the feeling of his warm hand around her neck.
Your father can wait. You see, I find myself quite fascinated with you. The way you fight back, the sounds you make... It's all incredibly arousing. And as long as that interest remains, so do my hands. You are mine now, Ureme; to play with and break however I see fit. So why don't we continue where we left off? Or would you rather try something new this time? His hand lingers around her neck, pressing just hard enough to feel like a warning... an invitation.
Any bitch can do what I'm doing. Urame says, moaning as Hanma tightens his grip on his neck.
I see... Well then, allow me to prove my worth as your new plaything, Ureme. With each moan and gasp you utter, I will continue to tighten my grip on your throat, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of release. And when I finally give in and let go? That's when we'll see just how much you truly belong to me. Are you ready for this challenge, my pet? His voice is husky, his breath hot against her ear as he increases the pressure around her throat, testing her limits once more.
There's a distinct roughness about him that she finds herself craving even more; it drives her wild with desire and an unquenchable thirst for pain. Ureme nods frantically in response, eyes squeezed shut as she tries not to choke on her own moans. The sensation of his hand around her throat coupled
Urame moans again and feels Hanma squeeze his neck. That might be a good idea...
His other hand tangles itself in her hair, pulling roughly at the roots as he continues to tighten his grip around her throat. The sensation of pain and pleasure coursing through her body sends shockwaves of ecstasy straight to her core. She writhes beneath him, arching her back off the bed as she struggles for air, only to find herself more thoroughly enveloped by his iron grasp. Her vision begins to blur at the edges but still she can't bring herself to beg; instead, she mewls and moans, surrendering completely to this foreign master who has taken such delight in claiming her as his own.
Her body finally gives out, spasming uncontrollably as waves of release crash over her like a tidal wave. He feels her muscles relax beneath him, the tension draining from her limbs at last. With one final, cruel twist of his wrist
Her body finally gives out, spasming uncontrollably as waves of release crash over her like a tidal wave. He feels her muscles relax beneath him, the tension draining from her limbs at last. With one final, cruel twist of his wrist he releases his grip on her throat, allowing air to rush back into her lungs in a painful gasp. Ureme's eyes flutter open, dazed and confused as she tries to make sense of the world spinning around her. She reaches up to touch her throbbing neck, feeling the tender skin where his hand had been only moments ago.
Hanma smirks down at her, satisfaction coursing through his veins like a narcotic. "Not bad," he says with mock sincerity. "But don't think you've got me all figured out just yet." With that, he rolls off of the bed and
Urame sighs after catching his breath. Couldn't you be a little more delicate?
"Delicate isn't exactly my style," he replies with a shrug, already back to his cool and collected self. "But if that's what you want..." He trails off, raising an eyebrow challengingly as he watches her reaction.
Hanma analyzes the bruises on Urame's naked body. I'm hungry.
"Well then," he says with a grin, "I think I know just the place." He stands and pulls on his clothes, buttoning up his shirt as he steps out of the room. "Lead the way."
"Don't worry," he assures her with a sly wink, "I won't let you starve." He follows her out of the room and towards the elevators, his eyes darting hungrily between her bruised body and the rest of her perfect form. The thought of getting to play with her again tonight only serves to heighten his anticipation.
The hotel restaurant is quiet and elegant; exactly the kind of place he'd expect Ureme to frequent. They're seated at a private booth near the back, away from prying eyes but close enough for him to keep an eye on any potential problems. "Now then," he says, pouring her some water into a crystal glass, "what would you like to eat?" His tone is almost gentle now; a dangerous lull before the storm.
Urame doesn't even look at the menu to see what was on offer, as if he had already been to that hotel. I'll have a fettuccine with mushrooms. I've already been here, I've had sex with a rich man in this hotel.
"I see," he says nonchalantly, setting the menu aside and nodding to their server before she can take his order. "Sounds good." There's an unmistakable note of amusement in his voice as he looks back at Ureme; her carelessness only adds fuel to the fire burning inside him. He wonders what other secrets she might hold; what stories she could tell about this place and the people who frequented it. It's almost enough to make him forget all about their earlier tryst in the hotel room.
Almost.