I Became the Yakuza's Nanny (5)
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Detective Shinoda staring at me with wide, startled eyes.
She woke up first? Damn, those nipples are already rock hard first thing in the morning. How lewd.
What caught my eye most of all was her pale, naked body bathed in sunlight.
Her snow-white skin was streaked with my dried cum and faint reddish marks.
The bloodstains still smeared across her thighs only made it clearer that last night had been her first time, stirring a strange thrill inside me.
Shit… it’s getting hard again…
I quickly yanked the blanket over my body to hide my morning wood.
“W-well… I don’t know what the hell I did after drinking last night.”
Detective Yui looked completely flustered, like she had no idea how to handle the fact that she’d just been thoroughly fucked. It was such a stark contrast from her usual sly, teasing self that it came off as genuinely cute.
This is way more fun to tease than I expected.
Honestly, I was loving this situation. A perfect target and the perfect circumstances to mess with her. If I let this opportunity slip, I might as well cut off my own dick and call myself a eunuch.
“Just forget it…”
“What? I didn’t catch that. Say it again, louder.”
I glared at her, raising my voice even more than before.
“Forget it, I said!! Just… forget all of this.”
“No, I feel bad about it, so asking me to just forget—”
“It was my first time, so forget it! And with a detective, of all people… I’m a yakuza, you know? With a detective… Just bring me my clothes. Get out. Go die.”
“First time…? So last night I…”
The shock of hearing she’d been a virgin must have hit her hard. Her hands, which had been covering her chest, dropped limply as her face went blank.
Yui tried to suppress the smile creeping across her lips, but her body betrayed her. A thick glob of white semen dripped from between her legs, followed by a fresh gush of her own juices.
“I-I won’t tell anyone I slept with you either, so let’s just never see each other again, okay? If word gets out that you slept with a yakuza, it won’t be good for either of us, right?”
She tried to throw on her clothes without even washing up and bolt, but I blocked her path.
She must have been in a real hurry. Her messy hair barely covered her breasts as she clung to me desperately.
“Forget it? You’re really okay with ending things like this?”
“Yes! So move. I want to report you for rape right now, but I’m holding back because I’m a detective. Move!!!”
“Take responsibility! Let me take responsibility…! It’s my fault for losing control after drinking…!”
“Ha! No thanks. I don’t need that kind of responsibility, so just get out…!”
I stormed out of the hotel room without another word. Even I had to admit my acting was flawless as I hid a smile.
Click.
The cold door of the love hotel slammed shut behind Sihyun.
Shinoda Yui collapsed onto the bed like she’d given up on everything, fighting back tears that threatened to spill as she frantically searched her phone for any trace of the night before.
“Why does it hurt so much when he’s not even my boyfriend?”
The person who took her virginity had been a virgin too. And not just any virgin—a yakuza, the complete opposite of a detective like her.
At least there aren’t any photos on my phone. If there were…
If there had been pictures, she wouldn’t have been able to forget. But if she thought of it as nothing more than a one-night stand and prayed for him to come back someday…
“Someday…?”
There should have been nothing on her phone, yet a single photo caught her eye.
It was a picture of Sihyun, his entire body covered in sticky fluids, collarbones and chest marked with countless traces of their passion.
Why is this here?
She had no memory of when it was taken, but the image was so erotic it put every gravure idol she’d ever seen to shame.
And then one thought flashed through her mind like lightning.
What if she used this photo as bait to lure him back? What if she could slowly corrupt him, make him hers?
She wanted to capture that fierce wolf and turn him into a obedient little dog she could keep at home.
“I wonder if he’s found them by now?”
Last night, while she was asleep, I had secretly taken several photos with her phone and left them there.
At first I’d taken them just so she could masturbate to them later, but now they carried a slightly different meaning.
You can blackmail me with them or call me over. Do whatever you want.
I was simply curious to see how a righteous police officer would gradually fall.
***
“Stupid Joseon bastard! Why are you so late?! Do you have any idea how hungry I was?!”
“I’m sorry, miss.”
“If this happens again, I’m telling Mom everything, so keep that in mind!”
She only said it with her mouth. I already knew the truth. The young lady was already completely addicted to my cooking.
If she really disliked me, she would have kicked me out immediately. The fact that she was letting it slide like this was proof enough.
I’ll train her properly with my food from now on. Then we can both live happily and comfortably.
I headed into the kitchen in the most wholesome way possible and decided on a simple grilled salmon for breakfast.
I cooked it as quickly as I could, making the skin crispy while keeping the inside moist and tender.
The miso soup I made extra salty so she’d drink more water.
And finally…
I should serve some of that kimchi I bought at the mart too.
She always called me a Joseon bastard to tease me, but one day I’d make sure she couldn’t live without Joseon food.
“Hehe…”
“You’re seriously creeping me out. Just give me the food already.”
“Yes, yes~.”
The busy morning passed like that, and it seemed like my usual peaceful routine would continue.
At least until the detective’s text arrived.
She’s already making her move, huh?
It hadn’t been long since I’d sent the young lady off to school. Probably sometime after lunch.
I’d thrown together a quick lunch of natto and kimchi, and while I was doing the dishes, the phone I’d left in my pocket started buzzing with notifications.
Of course it was from Detective Shinoda. Unlike her usual playful tone, the message was curt and to the point. She had only sent a single photo.
As expected, the detective lady knows what she’s doing.
Having seen so many sex crimes, even her blackmail methods were far from ordinary.
She’d only sent a picture of me naked, clearly trying to create a sense of unease.
“Hmm, how should I respond?”
[Using the ‘Acting’ trait.]
Since it was hard to convey my current emotions through text, I decided to call instead.
I prepared my voice to sound like I was barely holding back my anger, trying to hide my panic.
I ran through the lines in my head and waited for her to pick up.
[Hello~ This is Detective Shinoda~.]
“I’m not in the mood for games. What the hell is that photo?”
[What photo? What are you talking about~~?]
“What do you want?”
[I’ll send you the address, so come right now. And be prepared to come home very late.]
“Goddammit… Fine.”
I hung up abruptly and went back to the dishes I’d been washing.
She acts faster than I expected. Maybe she’s more suited to being a yakuza than a cop?
If she’d been a yakuza instead of a detective, her ability would have been incredibly useful.
A talent who could snipe without being detected from anywhere would be top priority.
Too bad she’s a perverted hypocrite who pretends to be righteous.
She claimed to hate yakuza, but she understood the concept of necessary evil.
She knew that because we controlled the underworld, the overall crime rate dropped, so she didn’t blindly arrest everyone.
“Well then, shall we see just how twisted that woman can become?”
From now on, I wouldn’t do anything. I would simply let her blackmail me and quietly watch how she changed.
All I had to do was live an ordinary life—taking care of the young lady, getting called out occasionally, and having sex.
“Dishes are done. Time to get ready to head out.”
Unlike the sloppy appearance I’d shown her that morning, I began grooming myself to bring back my usual sharp edge.
No matter how many times I look, it’s still me. Do I look different to other people?
Other than my eyes being a little sharper, I looked exactly like I did back at the academy.
Yet apparently to others I sometimes looked more charismatic, even cold-blooded. I had no idea what the difference was, and it frustrated me.
“The important thing is that I have a face that earns favor wherever I go.”
This was one of the few advantages of the gender-reversed world. It was much easier to gain people’s favor.
Of course, it probably didn’t make much difference to the top-tier predators, but the fundamental difference in sexual desire changed everything.
There were plenty of prim, prideful women, but if someone offered them a nice, thick cock, it was only natural they’d take it.
And if that cock happened to be exceptionally beautiful, no one would refuse.
***
When I arrived at the café, Shinoda Yui spotted me immediately and broke into a wicked grin.
I deliberately twisted my face into a scowl, walked straight up to her, and sat down so hard the chair made a loud noise.
“What the hell is that photo? Delete it. Now.”
“Is that how you talk to me after everything we’ve done? I’m a little disappointed.”
“What the hell are we to each other?!”
“What are we…?”
She pulled out her phone, showed me one of the photos, and smiled slyly.
“Aren’t we the kind of people who’ve seen everything there is to see?”
“Tsk… you crazy bitch.”
“Don’t be so mean. You’ll make me feel bad.”
Crazy bitch. She’s openly blackmailing me and she’s pretty damn good at it.
Even though she was a cop, her opponent was a yakuza. She didn’t seem the least bit afraid of my organization.
Like a snake slowly tightening its coils, Yui slid closer and gently tickled my cheek with her pale white finger.
“If you want me to delete this photo, you know what to do, right? Play with me for a while?”
“The photo… you have to delete it.”
“I’m a detective. I always keep my promises.”
A detective blackmailing someone with nude photos. It was so ridiculous I nearly drooled.
Dealing with a detective who had completely lost herself to lust was going to be a lot of fun.
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This is a sanitized version of the photo Detective Shinoda used to blackmail me today.