I Became the Yakuza's Nanny (6)
When our fingers intertwined, what I felt was the slow, steady beat of a heart. The consistent thump and the warmth spreading from her fingertips seemed more addictive than any drug.
'It's more comfortable than before… So just staying like this can make me feel at ease?'
Maybe it was because I'd been raped all day long, but this warmth now felt almost blissful. I knew I shouldn't feel this way. I shouldn't be happy when Yui wasn't here. No matter how much I cursed myself inside, I didn't want to let go of this comfort. Because resisting here meant I'd become a sex slave forced to star in rape videos.
"This is nice. Holding hands like this reminds me of my childhood, so it's even better."
"I'm putting it in now, so tell me if it hurts…"
"It doesn't hurt at all. How could something like pain exist for this queen when faced with such a massive cock?!!!"
-Sluuuuurp.
She was so thoroughly soaked that simply pressing against her let me slide deep inside with only a slight resistance. The pressure from her tiny body delivered a delicious wave of pleasure. The only downside was that her passage was too short to swallow my entire length, which was a shame. Still, that very flaw became an advantage, letting me pull out and thrust back in even faster, so it balanced out nicely.
"Kuh… My voice is slipping out because your cock is too big and feels too good. M-move slowly for now."
"Then…"
-Sluuuuurp! Slap!
When I snapped my hips forward, her inner walls clamped down like they were trying to chew me up. If I tried to pull out by force, the flesh would drag along with me, refusing to let go. Xiao Lian seemed to be enjoying it too—her face flushed the same pink as her hair. The rougher her breathing grew and the harder she rolled her hips, the narrower the gap between us became.
"Would you like to touch this queen's breasts as well?"
"There's nothing there to touch…"
"There may be nothing now, but someday this place will produce delicious milk."
The sensation of fondling her flat, washboard chest was more enjoyable than I'd expected. Her nipples were so sensitive that a single flick made her pussy tighten and her waist twist around me. For someone with such arrogant skill, a body that reacted so easily felt like an unfair cheat.
"Mmm… Hng♥ It feels good. Shake a little faster, please."
"It hurts… But there's so much lube."
It made thrusting easy. Thanks to the flood of juices inside her narrow passage, slamming our pelvises together required almost no effort. I savored the warmth of her lower belly pressed against mine while tormenting those adorable cherry-like nipples. I wondered if milk would truly come from such small breasts. Despite her youthful appearance, she was fully adult, and that contrast fascinated me.
The more I moved, the stronger the urge to cum became. I could feel far more volume building than before. Since I was moving for my own pleasure, maybe my body was producing extra seed specifically to knock her up. She must have felt it too, because she tickled my chin with her palm and whispered sweetly.
"Do not worry. If a child is born, this queen will raise it well… When we return to my country, you will receive an even greater welcome than this."
Sluuuuurp—Thud!
I wanted to cum. I wanted to finish this and sleep. Forcing my way through the flesh that kept stimulating my glans, I drove toward the deepest point. If I planted my seed there, it would surely take root.
-Spurt! Spurttt!
The semen that erupted violently was the largest load I'd released today. It was so much I genuinely wondered if it could have come from my own body. It wasn't just filling her—it was so excessive I started to question whether something inside me had changed.
'Did I always cum this much…?'
Then I remembered the injection. It seemed the shot those bitches gave me earlier affected more than just inducing heat—it was clearly boosting my virility too.
My strength gave out and I collapsed forward, resting my head against her small chest. The scent was surprisingly pleasant, and as my eyes began to drift shut, the feeling of her gently stroking my hair in approval wasn't entirely unpleasant.
"Well done. Slowly become this queen's. Then I shall give you everything."
"...You evil bitch."
She was the one who'd kidnapped and raped me. I had no strength left to resist. It might have been the drugs, or maybe trauma. I couldn't tell for sure, but if I kept repeating this life, I might actually change.
'Yui… save me soon. I feel like I'm starting to lose myself.'
Xiao Lian was a woman highly skilled in manipulating people.
"You fucking bastard. Have you seen any Chinese mafia around here?!"
"Ugh… I don't know. They just said they'd give me drugs and I followed…"
"That's enough, Yui. What would a junkie know anyway?"
Ever since Sihyun disappeared, Shinoda Yui had been losing her mind. The obsessive need to rescue him quickly, combined with the image of him being held by another woman, left her consumed by rage at her own helplessness.
She knew she could save him. But the lack of information was crippling. Those mafia bitches operated like a decentralized network after the war, making any trail almost impossible to find. They talked like a superpower, yet their movements were more like cowardly little nations.
'Those Chinese bitches… I have to catch every last one.'
She used every ounce of authority the police could muster, figuring that if she rounded them all up, she'd eventually catch a tail. At first many voices expressed concern for her, but she proved herself with her usual skill.
"Damn it. Even when I grab their underlings, they refuse to talk till the end…!"
"Those bitches aren't ordinary. Threatening them with life sentences doesn't even faze them."
"That's what makes it so fucking infuriating. Worthless bitches acting like this."
She had to find Sihyun. She wanted to see him as soon as she was able to move.
"I heard you're looking for a man."
It was late night in the back alleys. When she turned, her eyes landed on a woman standing at the end of the passage. A strange woman with short blue hair and matching blue eyes. Something about her appearance seemed familiar.
"You're Detective Shinoda Yui, correct?"
"And if I am? Are you working with those Chinese bitches too?"
Before her hand even reached her holster, the woman's next words left her stunned.
"I am Yamasaki Shizuru of the Yamasaki faction."
Those damned yakuza were standing right in front of her. Even though they weren't the ones who kidnapped him, they were the root cause of this entire situation, so her fury was impossible to contain.
"I'm the one Sihyun oppa raised… You've heard my name at least once, right?"
"Of course. Aside from the part where I've heard it so much my ears feel like they're rotting off."
She'd listened to countless stories about his work, so the name Shizuru was intimately familiar. It was like the old war stories grandmothers told—every time she lay on his lap, he would share them. Today he served the young lady as usual. She trains hard every day. The story of a single girl should have been boring, but because he was the one telling it, she always listened carefully. Still, one worry always lingered: what if the girl developed feelings for him?
"I know all about it. So why did you come looking for me?"
"Please help me… Just once is enough. Please, Detective."
Her face had been hidden in shadow before, but now Yui could see the tear stains. Was it sadness? Or desperation? She considered why this girl would come begging to her. Only one person came to mind. Sihyun. The moment she pictured his face, every piece of the puzzle clicked into place.
"You… like him, don't you."
"...That's why I'm asking for help. I've only ever caused him pain, and now he's suffering again because of us."
But the girl could do nothing. Even if she was an ability user, she was still an inexperienced child with no real combat experience. Sending someone like her into battle would be suicide. Yui wasn't ignoring the plea for help.
'I'll be the one to save him.'
Taking a child like her along to rescue him was out of the question. For the girl's sake, she had to make it clear it was impossible right now. Those damn yakuza bitches looked even more repulsive today. She would probably have a seizure at the mere mention of yakuza for the rest of her life.
"You're eating well again today. As expected of such strong seed… Your survival instincts must be exceptional."
"Can you not analyze me while I'm eating?"
It had been roughly a week since I'd been dragged here. After the first day, I hadn't been raped again. Instead, in bed I had to call her "self" or "honey," and every single night I was forced to empty a full day's worth of pent-up semen inside her.
Was this what being a kept man felt like? I could feel my human dignity being crushed more with each passing day.
"After the meal today, let us take a short walk."
"I'll run away."
"Hoot, go ahead and try. But the game of tag with death begins the moment you do."
I had no illusion of escaping this Chinatown. The place was crawling with mafia, and that woman was faster than I expected. I'd sometimes watched her training at what looked like a martial arts arena, and she always moved with incredible speed. That's when I realized—she had been holding back during our last fight. She was a crazy bitch who treated combat like entertainment.
"Shall I put a collar on you?"
"If I put it on once, I can't take it off, right?"
"Of course you can. However, if this queen decides otherwise, you may find yourself unable to remove it."