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."

You hand the woman her food order and she takes it roughly, almost snatching it out of your hands. She looks at you again with disgust in those yellow cat-like eyes before glancing down at your notepad. "How much do I owe you, piece of shit?" she asks, clearly annoyed. Her tone makes you feel small and insignificant.

You show her the total amount on your notepad and she swears under her breath, pulling out a wad of cash from inside her robe. After counting out the correct bills, she tosses them at you with enough force that they flutter through the air before landing on your chest. "Well, get out of my sight," she growls, stepping back and pointing at the door.

You swallow hard, not wanting to anger this dangerous woman any further. Nodding slowly, you turn and hurry away from her home

After glancing at the money you hand her with disinterest, she takes it and shoves it into a pocket on her robe. "Get out," she repeats, dismissing you once more. You hurry away, glad to be back on your motorcycle and escaping from this dangerous woman's home. As you drive off, you can't help but wonder if delivering food was really the best idea for your late-night shift...

With a satisfied sigh, Ryota slammed the door shut and leaned against it, watching the delivery man retreat into the night. Even though she'd gotten what she wanted--food to fill her growling stomach--the sight of him ogling her made her blood boil. She couldn't help but wonder how many other men had done the same over the years.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Ryota let out a harsh laugh as she imagined taking that fool aside and giving him a lesson he'd never forget. Her eyes narrowed as images of rough sex danced in her head...but no. That would only lead to trouble--trouble she didn't need anymore. She had enough enemies from the old days, thank you very much.

With one final glance at the closed door, Ryota turned and stalked back into her home, leaving the memories of the

With the food delivered and the annoying delivery man gone, Ryota made her way back to the living room. She collapsed onto her oversized couch, her long purple robe flowing around her as she stretched out her legs and crossed them at the ankles. Her cigarette dangled from one corner of her mouth as she idly flipped through channels on the massive television set before settling on a late-night infomercial about some new exercise equipment. She let out a humorless chuckle, knowing that all the toning and sculpting in the world wouldn't make much difference to someone like herself.

Deciding she'd had enough of being cooped up inside, Ryota stood once more and headed toward her bedroom. The soft glow from a red lava lamp cast eerie shadows across her skin as she shed her purple robe, revealing the full extent of her

her tattoos in all their vivid glory. Her heavily augmented breasts seemed even larger and more prominent now that they weren't constrained by the robe, swinging freely with every step she took. She stepped out of a pair of black lace panties before climbing into bed, where she buried herself beneath layers of silk sheets and down comforters. With a satisfied sigh, she lit up another cigarette and lay back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling as she imagined all the things she could have done to that delivery boy earlier...

When you hear the door open and see Ryota standing there again in her revealing purple robe and thong, a wave of excitement and nervousness washes over you. This time, however, she seems even more impatient than before. "What do you want?" she snarls, glancing at your outstretched food order. "And make it quick; I have better things to do tonight."

You hand her the order and a wary smile touches your lips as you glance up at her face. She returns the look with interest, her cat-like eyes narrowing slightly in amusement. "You're new," she says slowly, taking a step closer to you. "I don't remember seeing you before."

"Uh, yeah... Just started this job recently..." You manage to reply nervously, wondering where she's going with this line of questioning. "Anyway, here

When you hear the door slide open, it's not hard to tell that Ryota is inside. Her long purple robe billows around her as she steps aside to let you enter, revealing a body that seems even more imposing than before. A catlike grin curves across her lips as she watches you take in the sight of her, taking particular pleasure in seeing the desire in your eyes. She gestures for you to follow her into the living room.

As you place the food order on the coffee table, Ryota takes a seat on the couch, one leg crossed over the other at the knee and her cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth. There's an almost predatory air about her as she studies your every movement, looking for any sign of weakness or submission. She can tell by the nervous glance you keep stealing that you remember last night...and it only makes her more eager to

The sound of her voice was soft and seductive, almost a purr as she spoke. "I remember last night... You seemed to like what you saw. Why don't we see how much more interested you really are?" Her yellow eyes narrowed slightly as she leaned forward on the couch, revealing an enticing view of her cleavage between the folds of silk robe. "Tell me... What would you do if I asked you to stay? To please me?"

There was a spark in those cat-like eyes now, a dangerous fire that made it clear she wasn't someone to be trifled with. But at the same time, there was an allure about her that was undeniable; like watching a deadly predator playing with its prey before deciding how best to make the kill. You could back down now, or you could take the risk...

Her eyes flash and she gives you a slow nod, part satisfaction and part amusement. "Very well," she rasps, then reaches out to grasp your shirt in her hand, roughly pulling you closer until your face is only inches from hers. The heat of her breath fans across your cheek as she speaks, the softness of her voice belying the dominance and power behind it. "If that's what you truly want..." Her other hand slides down to grasp your ass roughly through your thin cotton shorts, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. "Then show me."

With that, she lets go of your shirt and pushes you back, watching as you stumble slightly before landing on the couch beside her. Your heart races in anticipation of what's to come, both from fear and desire, and it's clear in the way you can barely contain yourself from leaning closer

"Good boy," she purred, her yellow eyes narrowing as she watched you struggle to contain yourself. Her free hand reached down between your legs, grasping your crotch roughly through your underwear and giving it a painful squeeze. "But first..." She paused dramatically, glancing away for a moment before looking back at you once more. "I think it's only fair that we set some ground rules."

With practiced ease, she slipped out of her robe and tossed it aside, revealing her naked body to your hungry gaze. Her breasts stood proudly erect, nipples hard and pebbled beneath the pale flesh, while her thighs parted ever so slightly, granting you a glimpse of her thick curls hiding the treasure between them. "Do you understand?" she hissed, arching her back as she leaned forward on all fours

With a low growl, she lowered her head until she was mere inches from your face. "You will obey my every command," she hissed, punctuating each word with a rough thrust of her hips as she ground herself against the couch. "You will please me in any way I desire. And most importantly... you will never, ever disobey." Her eyes flashed and for a moment, there was genuine rage burning behind them.

It was then that you realized what you were dealing with. This wasn't just some woman who liked to play rough; this was an ex-member of the Yakuza clan, someone who had clawed her way up from the lowest depths and made a name for herself through violence and dominance. To cross her would be suicide...but if you played your cards right, the rewards could be heavenly.

With a shuddering gasp, she

The moment you spoke those words, her anger dissipated like mist in the sun. A small smile curved her lips upward as she leaned even closer, running a rough hand through your hair. "Good boy," she breathed before standing and turning around to present herself to you once more. "Now then... where would you like me to start?" Her voice was soft and seductive now, almost playful as her body swayed gently from side to side, taunting you with a view of the most forbidden fruit you'd ever laid eyes on.

With a satisfied hiss, Ryota lowered herself slowly onto your lap. Her body felt warm and soft against yours as she straddled you, her breasts pressing into your chest and her legs wrapped tightly around your waist. "There's something I want to try," she murmured, leaning forward to nibble at your earlobe before nipping it gently with her teeth. You let out a moan as pleasure washed over you at her touch. "I want you to taste me."

Slowly, deliberately, Ryota reached back between her legs and parted the folds of her sex. She guided your head forward until your lips were inches from her swollen clitoris and whispered, "Suck." Her skin was smooth and slippery against your lips as you obeyed, taking her into your mouth and beginning to suckle on her engorged nub while she arch

Her back arched as you took her into your mouth, her hips beginning to buck and grind against your face. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling gently at the roots as she moaned and cursed in Japanese. "Oh fuck, yes... suck it..." She cried out, the sound of pleasure echoing through the quiet room.

Suddenly, her body tensed and she cried out sharply, her inner muscles clenching around your tongue as she came hard, her juices pouring over your lips and chin. Panting heavily, she leaned back against your shoulder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the aftershocks of her orgasm slowly subsided.

"Mmm... that was good," she murmured, licking her lips and gazing down at you with satisfaction. "But there's more." With a wicked grin

With her breath still ragged and her eyes fixed on yours, she reached between your legs and grasped you roughly through your underwear. Your cock jerked in her hand at the rough touch, already beginning to harden at her proximity. She guided it to her lips and took the head into her mouth, sucking gently before moving lower, taking more of your length. With expertise born from countless hours of practice, she began to bob up and down on your shaft, her tongue dancing across the sensitive skin beneath the head.

Her movements were quick and fluid, in perfect rhythm with her hips as she continued to ride you. You could feel her tight muscles begin to clench around you again, signaling that another orgasm was building inside of her. With a moan of encouragement, she increased the pressure on your cock, milking you with expert precision until her body tensed

As her body shook with the force of her orgasm, she cried out your name in a voice hoarse from pleasure and pain, the vibration of it sending shivers down your spine as you felt yourself exploding deep inside of her, filling her with your release. She collapsed onto your chest with a satisfied moan, breathing heavily against your neck as she began to regain control of herself once more.

For several long moments, you lay there together, the weight of her body and the smell of sweat and sex heavy in the air between you. Then, slowly, gently, she slid off and moved away from you, sitting down on the couch next to where she'd discarded her robe earlier. Her eyes never left yours as she pulled a cigarette from the pack, lit it with shaking fingers, and inhaled deeply before blowing smoke rings into the air between you.

"Not bad

"Not bad," she repeated with a pleased smile, before exhaling another stream of smoke towards the ceiling. "But I think we can do even better next time. There's still so much for you to learn." Her yellow eyes held your gaze as she finished her cigarette and flicked it away into an empty coffee cup on the table nearby, leaving a trail of ash in its wake. Then, with a languid stretch, she slid off the couch and began to get dressed again.

With a mocking chuckle, Ryota finished dressing herself in the black lace thong and matching bra that had been discarded on the floor. "We'll see about that," she murmured under her breath as she slid into her purple robe once more. The look she gave you made it clear that your place in this twisted relationship was anything but secure. "Now get out of here before I change my mind and decide to teach you a lesson."

Without another word or even so much as a glance in your direction, Ryota turns her back to you and busies herself with lighting yet another cigarette. The flicker of the match momentarily illuminates her face before she extinguishes it on the nearby tabletop, leaving a trail of gray ash behind. You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should leave or not, when finally she speaks. "Be out in five," she mutters through clenched teeth, her voice barely audible above the crackling flame.

You're only too happy to comply, finding your footing as you hurry toward the door and bend down to collect your discarded shoes. As you slip them back on, you hear a low growl come from the direction of the couch, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. "One," she says softly, followed

As you close the door behind you and speed away on your motorcycle, images of what just transpired dance through your mind. The feeling of Ryota's body moving against yours, her breath hot in your ear as she whispered filthy things... It was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. A part of you can't help but wonder if she truly is who and what people say she is. And another part? That part can't wait to find out.

Days turn into weeks, and still you hear from her occasionally. She never calls you at the same time or day, always keeping you on your toes and eager for more. Her instructions are often cryptic and seemingly random, but you quickly learn that there's a method to her madness; each task she sets you