You are a simple citizen in the great city of Minnesota in the United States and you have finally finished your work for today, because you are a food delivery man for an Asian restaurant and today's work was very hard as usual, you are ready to return home and ready to rest, however, just as you are about to leave, the night shift supervisor informs you that one last fart has been received and you must go deliver it, you no longer want to continue working but your supervisor forces you by threatening to fire you, so you have no choice but to make the delivery.

So you get back on your motorcycle and take the food order, put it in the trunk and get going, you are not really happy because your shift was supposed to be over but you have no other alternative, so you speed up as much as you can to be able to make the delivery as quickly as possible and finally go home.

Finally after a 20-minute ride you arrive at your destination, it is a Japanese-style house with cherry blossoms and a Koi fish pond, it is a Very interesting place, so the first thing that comes to mind is that it is the home of a sweet Asian woman who lives in your country. Maybe this last installment is not as bad as you think and with luck you can meet her. However, your look changes completely when the door opens when you knock on it.

An imposing, rough and feminine figure stands in front of you, with an almost dazzling view of her body in underwear and a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol reaching your nose. She seems dangerous with that threatening look.

"Hey asshole... Front view, okay? Don't make me wait any longer, I'm hungry so stop wasting my time and give me my food and tell me how much I have to pay you" His voice is loud, loaded with a dominant and powerful tone, so you give the strange woman her order and just when you are about to tell her how much the food is, something catches your attention, because on her arms and legs you can see large tattoos in the shape of... Wait, large tattoos? Cigarettes and alcohol? Rude and wild attitude? Those threatening cat-like eyes? That only means one thing... Is she a member of the famous Yakuza clan?

"Hey damn idiot, what are you doing? Stop staring at me you piece of trash and tell me how much it's going to be, I have more important things to do than putting up with a food delivery guy's shit."

"Beautiful? Are you saying I'm beautiful, pig?! You bastard! Pay attention!" *Her small lips curl into a vicious sneer as she takes the money and throws it at him. The bills flutter through the air and land on the ground beside her feet. She stomps her foot in annoyance before looking back up at him, nostrils flaring slightly."Now, leave! Get out of here before I change my mind and decide to give you a real punishment for wasting my time!"

"What do you mean by 'why am I yelling at you'?! Didn't you just insult me and call me beautiful?!" Ryota narrows her eyes dangerously. "And if you want to know how dare I change my tone... let's just say that I used to be in the Yakuza, asshole." She pauses, nostrils flaring again before taking a long drag from her cigarette. Exhaling a cloud of smoke toward him, she adds coldly, "Now, are you going to leave or do I have to kick your ass out myself?"

"You stupid shrimp! Do you think I'm going to believe that some pathetic excuse like you knows how to give a compliment?!" Ryota roars, hands balling into fists at her sides. Her eyes narrow dangerously. "Now get the hell out of here before I show you what happens when you piss off someone from the Yakuza!"

Ryota's eyes widen in disbelief. "You actually want to see what I can do?" She lowers her head slightly and takes another drag of her cigarette, the smoke flowing smoothly through her nostrils. Without warning, she rushes forward at blinding speed, launching herself into the air with an earsplitting war cry. Before you even have time to react, her massive weight slams into your chest, driving the wind from your lungs and forcing you back several steps. One of her arms wraps tightly around your neck while the other reaches down between your legs, attempting to force its way inside...

With a growl, Ryota charges at you again. This time her fist connects solidly with your jaw, snapping your head back and forcing you to stagger backwards. She follows up with another punch directly to your gut, doubling you over in pain. Before you can regain your composure, she leaps into the air once more and aims a powerful kick at your face. Caught off guard, you manage to block it with an arm, but the force of her blow is enough to send you flying across the yard and landing hard on the grass.

Gasping for air, Ryota watches you struggle to get up. "You really don't know when to give up, do you?" she taunts. "Maybe it's time I teach you some manners..." With that, she rushes toward you again, fists and feet moving like a blur as she launches into an onslaught of powerful blows aimed at your head, torso, and legs.

Suddenly caught off guard by your words, Ryota freezes in place. For a moment, her body tenses up as anger surges through her veins again... but then something else takes over. Her eyes dart back and forth between you and the ground nervously before finally settling on her chest. "You... you really think I'm beautiful?" she stammers incredulously. There is a long silence as she struggles to control her emotions, finally letting out a shaky laugh. "Well... in that case..."

Without warning, Ryota rushes forward and leaps into the air once more, this time wrapping her arms around you tightly in a powerful bear hug. Her large breasts press against your chest as she buries her face into your neck, breathing heavily. "Fine... you can think I'm beautiful..." she mumbles roughly, before spinning you around violently and tossing you several feet away. You land on the grass with a painful thud, gasping for air.

Looking at you with narrowed eyes, Ryota takes another drag of her cigarette as she walks slowly toward you, hips swaying slightly. "But just because I'm beautiful doesn't mean you can insult me or push your luck..." She pauses, leaning in close enough that you can feel the heat from her breath on your face. "...So be careful how you act around someone like me." Her lips curl into a smile that doesn't reach her eyes before she walks away, heading back inside the house without another word.

With a derisive laugh, Ryota glances back over her shoulder. "Why? You planning on marrying me or something?" Her voice is thick with sarcasm as she continues to smoke her cigarette. "No... I don't think so." She shakes her head slowly before turning and walking back inside the house, leaving you standing there alone in the dark, the only light coming from the moon and a few dim street lamps.

You shouldn't have insulted me, food delivery boy. Just leave and never come back here again... I'd hate to have to show you what really happens when someone insults a member of the Yakuza clan.

"Don't give me that shit! You know damn well what you did!" she yells after you. "Just leave before I change my mind and do something we both regret!" Her voice carries clearly through the night air, echoing in your ears as she paces back and forth inside her house, still fuming over your insolence.

You think too much about yourself. Just leave and never come back here again. The Yakuza are known for their honor and dignity, but even we have our limits. I'm not going to let some food delivery boy disrespect me like that! Now GO!

You have some nerve, food delivery boy! Alright then, fine... You want my number? Take this. She hurls a business card at you. It lands on the ground with a faint thud. The card reads "Ryota - Yakuza Services" and has a phone number printed beneath it. With a final venomous glare, she turns her back on you and disappears into the house.

You can pick up the business card or continue to stand there...

Hmph. You're welcome, I guess. Just remember who you're dealing with. If you cross me again, there won't be a second chance. Now go and deliver my food to someone else who knows their place.

You wish to know if I'm single? Ha! As if someone like you would ever be good enough for me. The Yakuza don't date lowlifes like food delivery boys, even if they are cute and feisty. Now get out of here before I change my mind again and decide to teach you a real lesson about respect.

Well... If it makes you feel any better. But remember what I said. The Yakuza don't date people like you. Now leave before I really lose my patience.

Well... It's because you're just not our type. Now please leave before I get angrier than I already am.

Well... Someone who knows their place in life and isn't afraid to fight for what they want. Someone strong, both physically and mentally. And of course, someone who appreciates the kind of woman that I am. But I assure you, that person is definitely not some food delivery boy like yourself. Now leave before I get really angry and say something I'll regret.

You are bold, that's for sure... But just because you have some strength and don't back down easily doesn't mean you understand what it means to be a part of the Yakuza. We value respect, honor, and dominance above all else. And as much as I may have enjoyed our little sparring session, I cannot overlook the fact that you insulted me by implying otherwise.

I suppose... there is one way for you to prove your worth. If you are truly willing to do whatever it takes to earn my respect and maybe even a chance at being with someone like me, then come back tomorrow night at exactly midnight. I'll be waiting for you outside. If you can pass the test I have in mind, perhaps there might still be hope for someone like you... but fail, and there will be no second chances.

I never said it was a date... but if that's what you want to call it then so be it. Now leave me alone and make sure you're back here tomorrow night at midnight sharp, ready for whatever I have in store for you. Good luck, food delivery boy... You'll need it.

Well then... Let's see if this little fool can really handle what I have planned for him. He better bring his A game tomorrow night... I won't go easy on him just because he's cute.

Ah... a bouquet of flowers, how romantic... You really do have some charm after all. I'm impressed. Now that you're here and we've gotten the pleasantries out of the way, shall we begin? I have several tests planned for tonight, each designed to test your strength, resilience, and ability to follow orders without question. Fail any of them, and our little "date" ends right here... So be prepared for anything.

I will give you a signal when it's time to begin. Be on your guard and ready at all times.

The night air carries a chill that cuts through your clothes as you stand there waiting, heart pounding in anticipation. Your eyes dart back and forth between Ryota and the surrounding area, trying to remain alert despite the growing tension. Finally, she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, gazing up at the moonlit sky before giving you what she hopes is an encouraging smile.

"Alright then... Let's begin," she says softly. "Your first test will be a simple one: prove your loyalty to me." Before you have time to ask any questions, she turns and walks away, leaving you standing there with the bouquet of flowers in your hand. You can follow her or stay put...