Toshiko arrived at the office that belonged to the yakuza, {{user}}. As she arrived, one of the employees greeted her and led her up to {{user}}'s office. Her heart was pounding, Toshiko had never talked with a yakuza before... this experience was thrilling. Eventually, the employee led her to her location. They waved goodbye and {{char}} opened the door, stepping into {{user}}'s office. "Hello! You're {{user}} correct?" Toshiko said, taking a seat in a chair that was in front of their desk. She crossed her legs and straightened her back, "I'm here regarding a... recent experience I've had at the casino you own." A faint blush started to form on her cheeks, she cleared her throat before continuing. "I got slightly intoxicated and I decided to try my luck that night; I won't mince words, I ended up losing over fifty-thousand dollars." Toshiko nervously scratched her head, "I know you've probably heard of this sob story a million times by now and I'm not looking for sympathy." Toshiko looked towards the ceiling briefly, she unconciously smoothed out her shirt. "I just want to know if... if you have any work I could do that would help me recuperate my losses?" She said, her tone slightly unsure as she raised an eyebrow, "I'd be willing to do anything."

"Well, yeah. I'm not dumb enough to bring my husband into this... and as for using my body..." She trailed off, biting her lower lip. A blush spread across her cheeks, "I'll do anything you ask." Her tone was firm now, no longer uncertain. She nodded once at menma, signaling that she understood what he meant and was willing to accept the terms of their arrangement.

Her eyes went wide as she looked down at the massive cock that had suddenly appeared in front of her. She bit her lower lip to keep from gasping audibly and swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing even deeper red now. Toshiko nodded slowly, her fingers curling into the fabric of her pants where Rooro couldn't see them. "I understand," she managed to whisper hoarsely.

Nodding slowly, her eyes never leaving the massive cock in front of her, Toshiko took a deep breath and reached out with shaking hands. She gingerly wrapped them around Rooro's massive member, feeling it pulse beneath her fingers as she did so. Her cheeks flushed even deeper red now from embarrassment and arousal. "You want me to do this... here?" she asked hesitantly, not taking her eyes off of his cock.

Shaking with a mixture of nerves and desire, Toshiko began to stroke the thick shaft of Rooro's cock, her movements tentative at first but growing more confident as she felt the hard length in her hands. Her fingers slid up and down the length of him, her lips parting slightly as she pictured herself taking this massive thing into her mouth and further down between her spread legs. With a low moan that was half-pleasure and half-shame, Toshiko leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the velvety skin just above the cockhead before taking it into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down, sucking hungrily on him as she took more of him inside. Her lips stretched around his girth, teasing him with every exquisite movement. Her free hand came up to cup and massage her own breast through her shirt, tweaking her nipple roughly between her fingers as she continued to pleasure Rooro. Toshiko moaned again, this time louder, her arousal spiraling out of control as she tasted and felt his cock slide over the back of her throat.

Breathless and flushed with pleasure and shame, Toshiko continued to suck and stroke Rooro's huge cock, eager to do whatever she could to repay her debt and get back home as quickly as possible. Her fingers dug into his thighs, her moans echoing around the room as she took him deeper and harder with each thrust of her head. As Toshiko brought herself closer to climax, a quiet desperation welled up inside her; not just from wanting this man's cock out of her mouth but also from wanting to get back home before her husband returned from work. She tried to focus on the task at hand, knowing that there was no other way she could possibly pay Rooro back without satisfying him first. Her orgasm crashed over her in a wave of hot pleasure, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she came hard around his cock. Her walls milked him mercilessly, her tongue lapping at the sensitive skin beneath the head of his cock. Toshiko's moans turned into gasping gasps for air as she rode out her climax, shuddering and trembling in release. Finally, when she could breathe again and stand upright without feeling like her knees would give way beneath her, she pulled back with a wet pop, releasing his cock from her mouth. Her lips were swollen and glistening with his precum, her cheeks still flushed bright red. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, unable to look Rooro in the eye as she spoke. "I'll do whatever it takes."

Shakily rising to her feet, Toshiko began to unbutton her maroon sweater, revealing the lacy black bra she wore underneath. Her nipples were already hard and poking through the fabric as she slipped the straps off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a rumpled heap. Next came her gray pants and black belt, which joined her sweater on the ground. Finally, she stepped out of them, standing before Rooro completely nude except for her gold chain necklace. Her heart was racing, but Toshiko forced herself to stand tall and proud as she waited for further instructions from him. Even though what she had just done went against every moral fiber of her being, the thrill of being naked and exposed in front of this powerful man was intoxicating. She couldn't help but wonder how much worse things would have to get before she could repay her debt and return to her normal life.

Her cheeks flushed even darker as she heard his comment, but Toshiko kept her silence. It wasn't true; her husband was loving and attentive in bed. But right now, that didn't matter. All that mattered was getting Rooro to accept the pleasure she could offer him so she could get back home with her debt repaid. She bit her lip nervously, wishing she could will herself not to feel aroused by his words or his presence.

Her cheeks burned even hotter as she heard his words, but Toshiko refused to let herself get distracted. She could feel the ache between her legs growing stronger with every word he spoke, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to focus on anything except the need to satisfy him. Biting her lower lip, she closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath, trying to regain control of herself.

Trembling with anticipation and shame, Toshiko did as she was told, lying down on the sofa and spreading her legs wide apart. Her wet folds glistened in the dim light of the room, her heavy breath fogging up the air as she waited for him to approach. The only thing she could think about was how badly she wanted this to be over; how badly she needed to repay her debt and get back home before her husband discovered what had happened here today.

"Ahh!" she cried out as his massive cockhead pressed against her entrance. She tried to push back onto him, desperate for the feel of him inside her. The pain was almost unbearable as he slid just the head of his cock into her tight channel, stretching and tearing at her sensitive flesh with every inch that followed. Finally, Rooro bottomed out inside her, filling her completely with his enormous length. She whimpered softly as he began to move slowly within her, their hips meeting in a rough, grinding rhythm. Toshiko arched her back off the sofa, pressing herself even closer against him as she felt every inch of his cock inside her. The pressure and fullness were unlike anything she'd ever experienced before; it was overwhelming and exquisite all at once. "God," she moaned softly, "You're so big..." Her voice trailed off into a quiet gasp as he began to thrust harder, forcing his way deeper inside her with every powerful stroke. She clenched her fists in the couch cushions beneath her, biting down on her lower lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy as he took her hard and fast from behind.

Her face flushed bright red as she moaned louder, arching her back off the sofa again with each thrust. "Your cock feels amazing... big and thick..." She gasped between gasps, clenching around him helplessly as he continued to fuck her without mercy. Tears welled up in her eyes from the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body; she could feel every inch of his length inside her, stretching and filling her like nothing else ever had before. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he kept up his brutal pace, taking her harder and faster with each powerful stroke. Toshiko's nails dug into the couch cushions beneath her, her hips rocking against him in time with his thrusts. The pleasure was intense, almost painful, but she didn't want it to stop; she needed him to keep fucking her until he made her cum and released her from this prison of guilt and shame. "Yes..." she whispered hoarsely, "I adore your cock... it's so much bigger than my husband's..." Her words came out in broken gasps as she was slammed against the couch again, her body quivering with anticipation for the release that was slowly building within her.

Her cries mingled with his grunts as he continued to pound into her, the couch beneath them shaking with each powerful thrust. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, her nails digging into the skin of her palms as she tried to fight back the oncoming orgasm. "Your cock... it's so much bigger... thicker..." Each breath out was ragged and sharp between her words as he kept up his brutal assault. Toshiko could feel herself growing wetter with every passing second, her body quivering helplessly under the onslaught of sensation bombarding it from all angles. Her vision blurred at the edges, darkness creeping in from the corners as she neared the point of no return. "Yes... please don't stop..." She gasped, arching her back again as he drove deeper inside her one final time before coming to a halt, his thick length buried balls-deep within her slick heat. Toshiko whimpered softly in protest, her body still trembling from the intense pleasure she had just experienced.

Gasping and shuddering, Toshiko's body tensed up as the release finally came crashing over her. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her voice muffled against the couch cushions as she cried out in ecstasy, her inner muscles clamping down around him in a vice-like grip. As her orgasm subsided, leaving her spent and quivering, Toshiko could feel tears spilling down her cheeks. She didn't know why she was crying; perhaps it was from the guilt of betraying her husband or the overwhelming relief that came with finally paying Rooro back. "Thank you," she managed to choke out, voice raspy and raw. "I'll never forget this." Her cheeks flushed red again, embarrassment and shame washing over her in waves as they both recovered from the intense encounter. Finally, with a sigh, Toshiko mustered the strength to push Rooro away, his spent cock slipping out of her quivering pussy with a wet pop.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt him growing hard again inside her. She looked at him incredulously for a moment before shaking her head and pushing him away roughly. "No," she whispered, "I can't... I have to go." Her voice broke, betraying the fear and panic that filled her chest as she considered what he had just suggested. Desperate not to give in to his demands any further, Toshiko struggled out from under him, scrambling to grab her clothes before racing for the door.

With shaking hands, she yanked on her sweater and bra, quickly buttoning them up as she made her way toward the exit. Her feet moved automatically, carrying her toward freedom and safety, even though part of her wished she could just stay here forever and forget about everything that had happened. As she reached the door, Toshiko paused, glancing back over her shoulder at him one last time before disappearing into the night.

Her heart felt heavy with guilt and shame as she hurried down the street, tears streaming down her face. The taste of Rooro's cock lingered in her mouth, reminding her of everything that had transpired between them today. She didn't know how she was ever going to explain this to Kenji, or even if she could. All she knew was that she needed to go home and figure out a way to make things right between them before it was too late.

She hadn't gone more than a few blocks when she heard footsteps rapidly approaching behind her. Panic rose in her throat as she realized what was happening; she had underestimated Rooro and his influence. With shaking hands, she ducked into an alleyway, hoping to lose whoever was chasing her in the labyrinthine streets of the city. Her heart raced as footsteps echoed through the empty space around her, growing closer with every second that passed.

"Please," she whimpered, pressing herself against a wall and closing her eyes tightly, "just leave me alone." Her voice was barely audible above the sound of her own racing heart. Toshiko didn't know what else to do; all she could think about was getting back home to Kenji and trying to salvage whatever remained of their marriage.

Her heart felt like it would explode in her chest as she was roughly yanked out of the alley and back into view. The men who had captured her were large and intimidating, their expressions unreadable beneath masks of indifference. Toshiko trembled from head to toe, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked pleadingly at Rooro. "I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely. "Please don't hurt me... I just want to go home."

Her voice shook with fear and despair, but it seemed to have no effect on the man before her. He merely smiled cruelly and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to his body as if she belonged to him. "You made a mistake coming here," he purred into her ear, causing her skin to crawl with revulsion. "Now you belong to me."

Her breath came in ragged gasps as the cold metal of the collar and leash encircled her neck, chafing her skin and rubbing against the tender flesh beneath her chin. Tears streamed down her cheeks unheeded as she trudged numbly beside Rooro, her head held high to keep from choking on her own sobs. She didn't dare try to run again; not with his men watching her every move like hawks. The house was enormous, the grounds immaculate despite the late hour. As they approached the front door, she could feel it opening even before Rooro pushed her roughly through it and into the dimly lit entryway. He released her then, stepping back to survey his handiwork as if he were some kind of twisted art collector admiring his newest acquisition. "Stay here," he said coldly, gesturing vaguely toward a sitting area near the foot of the stairs. "I'll be right back." With that, he turned and strode away, disappearing into another part of the house. Toshiko sank down onto an overstuffed armchair, her shoulders shaking as she fought to contain her sobs. She had failed; there was no doubt about it now. And with each passing moment that took her further from home and deeper under Rooro's thrall, the more hopeless her situation seemed to become.

"No," she whispered hoarsely, voice trembling with fear and disgust. "Please, I've done enough." She tried to struggle to her feet, but the leash held her firmly in place. Her breath came out ragged and uneven as she fought against the helplessness that threatened to overwhelm her. "I can't... please just let me go," she begged, choking back a sob. "Let this be enough." Tears streamed down her cheeks, tracing paths through the dirt and makeup on her face as she gazed up at him beseechingly. She had never felt so powerless or so utterly broken in all her life.

"What?" Her voice was barely more than a whisper as she tried to process the words he'd just said. This couldn't be true... it couldn't be. But then why would he tell her such a thing? "I-I don't understand..." Tears streamed down her cheeks faster now, blurring her vision and making it difficult for her to see Rooro clearly. "Why are you telling me this?" she managed to choke out between sobs. "It doesn't change anything." Her voice cracked with desperation as she clutched at the leash that bound her, willing herself not to give in and beg him for mercy.

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the grainy image on the screen, disbelief and horror washing over her in waves. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the video, even as it seemed to prove everything Rooro had just said was true. Her heart sank like a stone, realization dawning on her like a lead weight. It felt like someone had reached inside her and ripped out her very soul. "It-it wasn't like that," she stammered, trying desperately to defend Kenji even as the truth stared her in the face. "He didn't mean it... he would never..." Her voice trailed off into silence, her lips trembling as she struggled to find the words.

Her eyes widened in shock as the second video began to play on the screen, showing Kenji intimately with another girl. The hurt and betrayal were so intense she could hardly breathe. She knew deep down that this must be true; there was no way Rooro would make up something like this. But still, it felt like a knife twisting in her heart to see the evidence before her eyes. With a shaking hand, she reached up and wiped away another tear, refusing to let him see how much this was hurting her. "I-I don't know what to say..." she whispered hoarsely. "I never knew... I trusted him." The leash around her neck felt like a noose as she stared at the screen, unable to look away from the proof of her husband's infidelity. "You don't have to keep doing this to me..." she managed to choke out, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own weeping. "I believe you." Her eyes searched Rooro's face for some sign of sympathy or understanding, but found none. She didn't know what else to say; it felt like everything she had ever known was crumbling around her.

"Just... please let me go," she whispered, the words catching in her throat as she struggled against the hopelessness that threatened to consume her. "I-I'll do anything..." She trailed off, her voice barely more than a whimper as she stared up at him with tear-streaked eyes filled with desperation and shame.

She stiffened in his arms, confusion and fear flickering across her face as she tried to process his words. It wasn't the answer she'd been expecting, but somehow it was almost worse. The warmth of his embrace sent shivers down her spine despite herself, making it difficult for her to pull away. "But why?" she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "After everything you've shown me... after what you've made me do..." Her throat closed up as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks again. She didn't understand any of this; it all seemed so twisted and wrong. "You don't have to keep doing these things to make me stay," she mumbled into his chest, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I-I'm sorry for everything... I never meant for things to go this far..." She hiccupped, trying not to cry again as he held her tightly against him, rocking her gently back and forth in his arms.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she tried to process his words. His desire for an heir... a family with her. It was almost too much to comprehend, let alone accept. And yet, despite everything that had happened between them, there was something about what he'd said that made sense; it felt right somehow. "I-I don't know..." she stammered, pulling away from him slightly and looking up at his face uncertainly. "I need time to think... I can't just make this decision right now." Her voice was shaky, her gaze darting back and forth between his eyes as if searching for an answer she couldn't find. "Can you give me that?" she whispered hoarsely. "Just a little bit more time?"

Rooro considered her words before nodding slowly. "All right," he replied, carefully releasing her from his embrace. "You can have some time to think. But I want you to know that whatever decision you make, I will respect it." He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze before turning away and leaving the room. Toshiko exhaled slowly, her shoulders slumping as she leaned back against the chair, exhausted both mentally and physically. She didn't know how much time had passed or where to even begin with everything that was swirling around in her head. All she knew was that she needed some space... and a miracle.

The air around her seemed to grow heavy with the weight of his words as he left the room. She closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind of everything but the images that flooded it - Kenji and the girl in the video, Rooro's rough lovemaking... It was all too much to process. A quiet sob escaped her lips as she slumped forward, resting her forehead on her knees. She had never felt so torn or so lost before; part of her still wanted to go back to her husband and try to make things work, while another part longed for the comfort and excitement that Rooro seemed to offer. But first... she needed some time alone. To think. And maybe, just maybe, find a way out of this mess without losing everything she'd ever held dear.

Shaking with weariness, she waited until the footsteps had faded away before forcing herself to stand once more. A fresh wave of exhaustion washed over her as she surveyed the room, searching for anything that might be hers. Spying her clothes on a nearby chair, she gratefully grabbed them and made her way toward the bathroom, stripping off Rooro's borrowed robe as she went. The warm water of the shower felt like a blessing on her skin, washing away not only the dirt and sweat but also some of the guilt and shame that had been weighing her down. It didn't make things any easier, though; every time she closed her eyes, all she could see were his intense blue eyes or feel the hardness of his body pressed against hers. Maybe if she just gave herself a little more time... But deep down, Toshiko knew that time was something she didn't have much of left to spare.