I Became the Yakuza's Nanny (7)
A dark alley where no light reached. As the day faded, the hidden shadows began to slither out into the open.
Drug addicts who had shed every trace of their humanity, gang members fleeing in the dead of night because they could no longer stomach their debts, and the thugs lying in wait inside those same alleys.
With public safety plummeting in the blink of an eye, people lived in constant tension.
Thud!
“Kyaaak!”
“Keh…”
Women who had been hiding in the alley emerged and ambushed their target.
The victim was a girl with striking blue hair that fell to her shoulders.
“You—ugh… You think you’ll walk away from this? The fuck?”
“Pffft, what are you gonna do about it? Call the cops? Get real, kid. If we were scared of the police, would we even be doing this?”
Yamasaki Shizuru was utterly dumbfounded. All she had done was hang out at a friend’s house and head home a little late.
If she had to name a mistake, it was choosing this dark alley at night. Her cheek burned red with stinging pain, and tears threatened to spill.
“Hey, search her bag. If there’s a wallet, you’re fucking dead.”
“…”
“Whoa, this bitch looks feisty. Damn, that wallet’s high-end.”
“Still nothing? Fine, grab the wallet first and let’s drag her deeper.”
“Why? Kidnap and squeeze her?”
“Nah~ Just jealous. It pisses me off that someone whose dad’s a male whore gets to live so luxuriously.”
The more she watched the thug’s lips curl into a smirk, the hotter her rage burned.
‘Later… all of you…’
Once she got her phone back, she would bury every last one of these women alive. No—she would chop off their arms and legs and make them live like maggots.
But until that moment came, the hell about to unfold filled her with terror.
Strong power. If she had possessed the same strength as her mother and the yakuza sisters, would things have been different?
‘I should have… learned at least a little.’
Her mother had always told her to carry a sashimi knife or some simple weapon. Not because of rival organizations, but to protect herself.
She should have started carrying one back then. That choice had led her to this moment.
“Hey, you asleep? If you’d just gone along nicely, we would’ve roughed you up a little and left. But now you’re asking for the rod, huh?”
Grind. The thug grabbed a fistful of Shizuru’s bangs and yanked her head up. The eyes forced to meet hers were bloodshot, veins bursting like she was on drugs—an ugly sight.
“Clench your teeth. If they fly out, blood’s gonna spray everywhere.”
Watching the right hand rise, she squeezed her eyes shut.
‘Just die.’
It wasn’t about revenge. She simply wished she could land at least one counterattack.
A strange sensation gathered in her right hand. She thrust it forward.
—Slice!
“Shiiiiiiiiiiit!!!”
“Huh?”
When she opened her eyes, the thug was rolling on the ground, blood pouring from one eye. A surge of exhilaration hit her. At the end of her spinning gaze, a red dagger rested in her grip.
‘This is…’
She understood instinctively. An ability that could awaken in a moment of crisis.
Then, in an instant, her vision narrowed as excruciating pain slammed into her abdomen and swallowed her whole body.
“You fucking piece of shit. You goddamn bitch. Die! Just die already!!!”
Thud. Thwack! Crunch. The thug, enraged at having her face slashed, trampled Shizuru without mercy. She stomped on the girl’s head as if to make her feel the exact same pain.
Her eyes had already rolled back; calm judgment was impossible.
Shizuru closed her eyes and smiled in satisfaction.
‘I landed one hit… I didn’t lose.’
“Just die!”
—Bang!
One bizarre scream stopped the kicking cold. The noises in the back alley died instantly.
A silhouette appeared in the faint glow of a fluorescent lamp rather than moonlight.
Judging by the hair, it looked like a short-haired man rather than a woman.
“Kyaaak… Ah, aaaaah!”
“Huh?”
Blood gushed from the thigh of the woman who had been kicking her. She collapsed to the floor like a baby, shedding bloody tears.
“Yes, it’s me, Sihyun. I need to take care of these two. It’s related to the young lady. Yes, yes. I’ll break one limb and hand them over.”
Sihyun, gun in one hand and katana in the other, had appeared like a savior and was systematically breaking the thugs’ limbs like a ruthless bandit.
A hero emerging in the moment of crisis. The servant she had always ignored now showed a completely different side, and for a second it felt like her eyes were spinning.
‘So cool…’
Not as the gentle maid who cooked and quietly sipped coffee, but as a yakuza—she felt she could genuinely admire him.
“Sorry. It happened while I looked away for a second.”
“No, it’s my fault for not assigning her a bodyguard.”
By the time we reached Detective Shinoda’s house, night had already fallen.
‘If I’d gone inside just a little earlier, it would have been dangerous.’
It was lucky I had been drawn by the scream and the sound of impact on my way back. If I had stayed home today without “pounding rice cake,” things might have been far worse.
In a way, the lewd life of having sex with women had actually helped me.
“What will you do with these women?”
“Huu~ Well, what else? First I’ll rip out a few fingers, then split their stomachs open later.”
“Why not sell them to a labor camp in China? We’d get decent money that way.”
“No. Those Chinese bastards have apparently gone insane and cut off all trade with us.”
“That’s strange.”
The largest mafia organization, the Divine King Society, usually traded frequently with the yakuza. It was odd.
“Then I’ll take the young lady and head back first.”
“She must be exhausted, so wash her up. When she wakes later, give her the good news too.”
“Yes!”
The situation itself was terrible, but it wasn’t without gain. The auspicious event was the young lady’s awakening.
She was no longer an ordinary human. Now she too could live the same special life as the rest of us.
‘I should wash her first, right?’
Without any dirty thoughts, I assessed her condition. Even excluding the wounds, it was serious. Her whole body was covered in scabs and mud, and her torn clothes could barely function.
“Here, stretch your arms out. Good girl. I’ll wash you right away.”
Using the bathwater I had drawn earlier, I carefully wiped her body, making sure not to aggravate her wounds.
Of course, I avoided touching her most precious places as much as possible. I cleaned her with foam, then relaxed her muscles with warm water.
After drying her with a towel, I gently changed her into pajamas. I disinfected the visible external injuries, applied bandages and plasters, and prepared for the future.
“Sleep well, young lady.”
Chu. I placed a light kiss on her forehead—she felt like a little sister now—and left the room.
The moment Sihyun turned and walked out, a small smile curved across Shizuru’s lips.
“Now, hold the sword, Shizuru!”
“Y-yes!”
After that incident, the young lady’s life became a little busier.
The boss declared she would teach her to protect herself. Every dawn she woke Shizuru and took her to the small dojo, teaching her weapon handling while I watched.
‘Her talent is exceptional.’
To my eyes—accustomed to the katana—Yamasaki Keiko’s strikes were disciplined and drew beautiful lines.
It was on a completely different level from me, who had learned by trusting instinct and figuring things out alone. I couldn’t study directly, but I absorbed the lessons through observation.
Yamasaki-style Ittō-ryū.
I had heard it was the traditional sword art passed down through her family for generations.
“I’ll serve as her sparring partner.”
“Oh? Really? Then I’ll leave Shizuru in your hands.”
The boss had trouble controlling her strength. Naturally, I quickly stepped in under the pretext of helping, joining the lessons. Even now I watched the young lady and burned every posture into my mind.
Under the guise of sparring, I observed from the front and copied the forms little by little.
“Put your strength into it!”
Clang! After the sword training, following Boss Yamasaki, my own lesson began.
The subjects were martial arts and practical combat techniques. I taught her the survival know-how I had gained through observation from zero, helping her grow.
It was close to compensation for having watched the sword training.
“Yes, you kick it like that.”
When this daily routine had repeated for about a month, I had become able to imitate the Yamasaki-style sword art to a decent degree.
During that time the young lady seemed to be growing too—her build and height increasing noticeably. Her attitude toward me had also begun to shift little by little.
“Ah! Y-you’re too close! You smell like sweat, get away!”
“Yesss, yesss. Young lady, is there anything you’d like for breakfast?”
“Miso… soup?”
“That’s what I make for you every single morning. Is there really nothing else that comes to mind?”
“Every morning…. What are you even saying right now!”
Her prickly side seemed to have softened a bit, but the way she blushed as if something kept bothering her was simply adorable.
“Ah, shall we think about it after you shower first? I’ve heated the water. Want to shower together?”
“Wh-what are you saying…! Hmph, how could I shower with a Joseon-jin like you… What if you put poison in the water?”
“I wonder if that has actually happened before.”
Still, the fact that she was still calling me Joseon-jin probably meant her kimchi education was still lacking.
While the young lady went to shower first, I picked up my phone and scrolled through the morning messages.
“Ha.”
Even though I had clearly told her I would delete the photo, Yui was threatening me with a new one I didn’t even remember her taking.
I had half given up and was complying with nearly all her demands.
‘Crazy bitch.’
I was slowly getting used to life here as well.
She’s still just a wittle baby girl hehe.