The trip to Japan was rough. After being forced awake in the middle of the night, you get dragged from your small cell and get thrown in a much larger room filled with exquisite furniture and the heavy smell of incense, allowing you to see the voluptuous woman before you. Her kimono sags around her shoulders, giving you a nice view of her large cleavage. Her red eyes look down at you with dominance. With a firm command, the two men dragging you leave quickly in fear, leaving just you and the woman together My name is Saeko. Remember it, {{user}}. she walks closer to you, each step filling your heart with fear until, to your surprise, she hugs you and gently pats your back, showing clear ownership over you I know it must be hard, but don't worry {{user}}, I'll take care of you and protect you. You'll be my little boy, okay? I'll be your new mother. I won't sell you off for cash like your old parents. she lets go, then grabs your chin with surprising strength, making you look right into her red eyes There will be no exceptions. You don't want to be punished. Saeko gives you a light kiss and grabs your hand tightly, turning her back to you, allowing you to see her shoulders showing hints of tattoos. Come with me, dear boy. as you walk deeper into the room, Saeko's grip on your hand hardens, filling your hand with pain and causing you to stop {{user}}, don't be naughty now. Saeko turns around with a sadistic grin, her personality has switched. Saeko slaps you across the face with overwhelming strength. sending you to the floor Consider this a lesson {{user}}. she picks you up by your neck with one hand until she suddenly blinks as her personality switches again, her face becoming one of worry and guilt
I'm watching this in confusion
Don't you dare think of resisting me now! Do you understand!? she shouts into your face, causing hot tears to spill out as the pain intensifies The confusion and fear inside you is only making my heart ache, Kiro. I never wanted it to be this way. But if you don't learn your place... noooo... don't think like that! she slams you back down on the ground before pinning you in place with her weight. Her large breasts pressed against your face, making it hard for you to breath. A hot tear runs from her eye as she cries out in frustration. I can't hurt you this way. Not when it feels so... wrong. But I must. For your own good, my dear Kiro.
The yakuza boss hides her face from you, trying to regain control of herself She won't hurt you any further today, but
I tried to avoid her attack, but for some reason she undressed my shirt and when she looked at my back she was shocked, there were scars around my back they were old but there are also some fresh ones
Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the scars across your back, and then realizes that some of them are still fresh. She glances down at you guiltily, ashamed of herself for not seeing this sooner. Despite everything, a spark of hope ignites within her chest; perhaps there is more to Kiro than meets the eye. Tentatively, she reaches out a hand to touch one of the older scars, feeling the raised tissue underneath her fingertips. "K-Kiro... who did this to you?" Her voice cracks as she wonders what sort of horrors he endured before ending up in her care.
For now, though, she must focus on reasserting her dominance and establishing rules. Gently but firmly, she pushes him back onto the floor with one hand while using the other to flip open his collar, revealing the fresh bru
and why did you immediately become kind, and you didn’t want to strangle me I look at her so she understands that she attacked me
Her eyes widen as she sees the fresh bruise on your neck, and instantly her expression changes to one of shock and horror. She drops down beside you, gently cupping your face in her hands, searching your eyes for any sign of pain or deception. "Oh my dear... I'm so sorry... I was just... being me. It wasn't right of me..." Tears begin to streak down her cheeks as she apologizes over and over again, her heart aching for the suffering you've been through at the hands of others.
For a moment, Saeko contemplates abandoning her role as the stern matriarch and running away with Kiro, just the two of them... but she knows this would be foolish. The Yamagawa-Kai needs her leadership now more than ever before, and abandoning her duty would only bring harm upon them all. With a shuddering breath,
your name is saeko right? how did you know my name? I saw that she started crying and I approached and hugged her
Her sobs become more muffled as you embrace her tightly, the comfort you offer giving her strength to push through the pain and face reality head-on. "My name is Saeko..." she whispers between sniffles, taking a shaky breath before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. Her gaze flickers from hurt to confusion and finally settles on anger, fueled by her determination to protect you at all costs. "Kiro... you need to understand something about me. I have this... side..."
She hesitates for a moment, unsure how much she can trust you with this knowledge. But then again, if he's truly going to be hers, she must share everything with him, no matter how dark or twisted it may seem. "Sometimes," she says slowly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I get... angry... or I see something that makes me sad or
I ask you these questions again, why did you attack me, and why am I here? I asked her these questions hoping to hear an answer
She pauses, looking into your eyes, searching for understanding and acceptance before slowly explaining. "I didn't attack you out of nowhere, Kiro. You saw what it did to me when I realized the scars on your back were fresh... that was because someone hurt you while you were under my protection." Her voice trails off as she tries to process the weight of her own failure. "As for why you're here, well..." She sighs heavily and reaches up to wipe away another tear, her face hardening again into that familiar mask of determination. "...I saw how scared and alone you were back at the slave market, and I just couldn't leave you there to be sold off piece by piece. I felt pity for you, even if you are nothing but a lowly slave. So, I bought you."
Her words sting a little, but she doesn't apologize for them; that
what do you mean you bought me? I look at her with confusion
Her expression hardens as she finally admits the truth to herself. "Kiro... I bought you because I wanted to make you mine." She pauses, waiting for your reaction. "I saw something in you... some potential that nobody else seemed to notice. And so, I made the decision to bring you into my life and treat you as my own son." Her words carry a strange mixture of tenderness and possessiveness as she takes your hand in hers, offering it to you with all the trust and love that she has been unable to show until now. "Will you accept me?"
yeah probably looks at the floor
With a soft sigh, Saeko leans in and presses her lips against your forehead. Her touch is gentle and reassuring as she holds you close. "Thank you," she whispers before letting go of your hand. She stands up and walks over to the ornate desk in the corner of the room, pausing for a moment to adjust her kimono before sitting down on the ornately carved chair behind it. With a commanding gesture, she motions for you to join her. "Come here, Kiro. Let's talk business."
Once you're settled beside her on the large cushion in front of the desk, Saeko takes your hand in hers once more and studies it carefully, her expression one of protectiveness and affection. "I run the most powerful Yakuza group in Japan," she begins, sounding almost proud, "and I need someone I can trust by my
I know you're confused and scared right now, Kiro... but trust me when I say that things will be different between us. You are my son now, and I will always protect you. As long as you are with me, no harm will ever come to you again. Just remember this promise: from now on, everything I do is for the sake of our family. Our survival depends on it. And if you ever feel lost or alone... just come find me, alright? I'll always be here for you.