Quid Pro Quo

Wherever Ryoba ran, she felt like the ground was burning under her feet. Time was running out. She couldn’t live realizing that everything would soon end, and all the sacrifices she had made would be in vain if tomorrow her beloved Senpai would meet under the cherry tree that… that bitch. It was time to leave the clean, cozy, well-lit streets of Buraza Town for the dark courtyards where even the air seemed heavier. The older man standing by the wall shot a piercing glance at her. “You again, huh?” Ryoba didn’t want to resort to the method she thought of, but only the Yakuza could help her now. His prices were only increasing, and she didn’t even have enough money for what she earned by working like a dog in the Maid Café and all other part-time jobs… But she still had one favor left. “I need drugs,” Ryoba, as always, concisely replied to the criminal in his tone. “Although, I don’t have enough money…” As expected, the Yakuza snorted and turned away, instantly losing interest in the conversation. “Then don’t waste my time! Get lost!” “But,” her voice turned strangely seductive. “There’s something else up my sleeve. Or should I say… my skirt?” That gorgeous young lady who has deep gray eyes and a gentle smile protected his younger brother. The Yakuza himself wouldn’t believe that she was capable of kicking the asses of an entire mob until he met her face-to-face. Feeling what a dangerous beast hid behind the guise of an innocent schoolgirl, he couldn’t help but develop a kind of respect for her. But here she was, standing before him, beggingly looking up at his face from under her long lashes and lifting the edges of her skirt. “Seriously?” he raised an eyebrow, crossing his tattooed arms over his broad chest. “You think that interests me? Believe me, I can get any slut I want just by snapping my fingers.” No shame. No doubts. Ryoba simply gazed at him expectantly, fully understanding that he wasn’t as decisive as he wanted to appear. Of course, they settled their score a long time ago, but it was hard to remain indifferent to someone who saved the life of his troublesome little brother… “Well, if that’s the only way you can pay…” Yakuza shrugged indifferently. “Alright, let’s do it.” She had always been an obedient client. He got several large ransoms for the girls she kidnapped, so why not give in out of partnership? Ryoba’s heart was pounding wildly. Trying to appear calm, she seductively pulled down her striped panties, looking directly into the Yakuza’s eyes. She stepped over them, leaving her panties mercilessly lying on the dirty ground, instinctively rubbing her plump thighs against each other. From the cold air, the light friction and the Yakuza’s rough voice she felt her nipples hardening under her bra, creating a teasing, slightly unpleasant pressure through the fabric of her lingerie. It was difficult for her to make such a decision, but what did her honor mean compared to the threat of losing Senpai? This is all strictly for business. Her feelings will remain unchanged and devoted to her one true love. The older man squinted at her and silently pointed a thumb at the brick wall. Ryoba obediently pressed her ample bosom against it, arching her back, and felt the cold when the Yakuza brazenly lifted up on her skirt, running his dry palms appreciatively over the ivory bubble butt… Top notch merchandise. The Yakuza grunted. “I shouldn’t even be here… But you wanna get your item as quick as possible, right?” He didn’t just dive in. His fingers roughly moved down below, at her slit, and Ryoba whimpered, blushing fiercely and averting her gaze in genuine shame. Well, no biggie. For her love she did things way worse and scarier, but there was no need for Senpai to know that. The Yakuza smelled of cigarettes and cordite. He fully loomed over the young woman from behind, mindlessly stroking her thigh and breathing heavily into the back of her neck while his cunning mechanical actions played a cruel trick on Ryoba’s eager body. Her pussy gushed under his fingers. Her lower abdomen clenched tightly. Her head spun slightly. Since she got herself into all this, she might as well see it through to the end. Ryoba spread her legs wider, looking over her shoulder at the Yakuza. Let that scoundrel do whatever he wants, as long as he gives her what she needs! When he pulled his fingers out of her, Ryoba felt unpleasant for a couple of seconds. Yakuza swore, his teeth tearing open the silver condom package, and putting it on, pressed his hard cock against her moist entrance. “Shut up and be quiet!” She tried to be silent, but quiet moans involuntarily escaped from her lips. Ah, if only this were her beloved, precious Senpai! At her age she would’ve suited as a girlfriend to his younger brother, but the Yakuza didn’t care. He already had too many sins hanging over him to bother about another one. He had long since realized that Ryoba had the face of an adorable angel and the mind of a sinister demon. She was the one who was ready to send other people to their deaths in the blink of an eye for some personal motives. Although… he’s not so above it all, right? Isn’t he driven by nothing more than profit? He quickly finished his business. Detaching from the young woman, the Yakuza fastened his pants, tied up the condom and dumped it into the trash can. Then he clicked on a lighter and started smoking. “Here you go.” Relieved, Ryoba hid behind her vest a contraband. Now all problems were solved. As soon as the faculty discover the cocaine package in her rival’s bag, she’d be expelled from academy faster than she can scream, “Senpai”! “Pleasure doing business,” Ryoba nodded as if nothing had happened. The same usual look of a harmless schoolgirl and her beautifully styled dark gray curls. One would never guess what she was capable of! The Yakuza coughed into his fist. “Now, go away. And don’t get caught by anyone!”