Satou Saiki K Novels & Stories

"Sakiko!" Sai was alarmed seeing them there. He turned his gaze to Sasuke and saw him nervously watching them. "What is inside?" Sakiko asked, pointing at the gift by Sai's chair. "I see you guys have picked out the gift. I hope little Sakura would be glad." "Umm?" She shifted her head from side to side, not following what they were talking about. "Hello Sakiko, hello Sasuke. Care to join us? Perhaps you can tell me all about your…"

Sebastian felt his heart skip a beat and glanced at Haruka. “Her name is Sakura Taito,” Haruka said, leading Sebastian into the living room. “She’s very beautiful and very famous, so I’ve heard. She will be wearing one of my precious pieces.” “I see,” Sebastian murmured. “Don’t look at me like that, Onii-chan,” they heard Akira snap. “I’m not jealous. So not jealous of her. I’m just pissed that she gets to wear Oba-chan’s necklace.” “If she doesn’t wear that necklace, then who will?” the deep, manly voice of Sosuke Suzuki asked. “You?”

Sorahiko is acting strange. Yes, he has been acting weird for days but now…he is acting really strange, so strange that even Aunt Kiyo has noticed it. He doesn’t speak; he replies only when spoken to, and even then, his sentences consist of twenty words or fewer. Of course, I’m counting. My secretary is acting strange again. The only thing I can think of that would cause this is that Takahashi’s secretary, Saeko, was it?.

Mori greeted the man who was sitting. The man smiled, then looked at Akiko and Riko, who had straightened up. “Yes. Hmm… Do you both already know me or not?” The man asked kindly. Akiko shook her head, of course, but Riko nodded. “Oh… You don’t know me yet? I’m Ryusuke Sato. I’m currently serving as the CEO of Shingi Fusaya.” Akiko automatically bowed again, not expecting Sato to be the one running this company.

It was like she had met the man with the ultimate poker face. "If you wish to survive in a place such as this, Slave Keiko, I suggest you learn better discipline. Do not waste a single act. Do not waste a single word. Do you understand?" She wasn't sure she did, but she nodded, held her tongue, and waited for him to continue. "This place is one of dozens on the outskirts of Tokyo. The man who owns it is the son of a powerful yakuza. His name is Takashi Saito. He collects young Japanese girls, trains them, and sells them to the highest bidder."

Her voice came out soft but clear. Sato removed his jacket fast. Then his shirt. His chest was lean with defined muscles. He stepped to the bed. Kenji dropped his robe. His thick cock stood ready again. Sato opened his pants and his own cock sprang out. Long and slightly curved. Different from Kenji but equally hard.

Mia had come here to surrender — to stop thinking, to stop deciding, to let someone else take her apart piece by piece. Kenji Sato had decided the moment he saw her. He stepped into the steaming water behind her, fully clothed, and pressed his body against her back. His large hands slid up her ribs and cupped her breasts with slow, deliberate possession. His palms were rough from work, warm from the spring, and his thumbs circled her nipples until they tightened into aching, sensitive peaks. He pinched both at once — firm, perfect pressure that sent sharp little sparks of pleasure-pain straight to her core — then released them and stepped back, leaving her nipples throbbing in the cool night

Ben and James called Miss pretty Stella behind the boss’s back that… Fist Fist Fist… as she had given their boss 3 punches up till now and still counting. Ben read the dialogues again and then nodded in agreement. Most Americans and people who had never been to Thailand might not know ‘Sato’ and got their head spun because of it… But not James and Ben, they had been there and done it! Sato was Thai Rice Wine, the tastes and the strength of alcohol were various, depending on regions and who made it. So, in this case, if they weren’t wrong. Sato who was on Sam’s F******k, she’d got to be…Miss Fist Fist Fist!

Not that old and not that young, and her face neutral. “Good morning” she said. “Morning” Geiru replied. “Cat got your tongue Fujiwara?” Sachi asked. “No” he replied. Karou gave him a side eye glance, and she was glaring. “So you are Takashi Fujiwara?” she asked not surprised. Like she could be doing anything else. Well she was the leader of a gang, so maybe she had much money to take from a neighborhood. “Yes” he replied. “Well Sachi told me you’re no fraud, but just know I’ll want a demonstration later on”.

“Good night Swan, you look very nice when you bathe... I mean... umm...” “Don't worry sir, I don't need your compliments.” Minutes later, some waiters leave in front of us a great selection of dishes among them sushi, ramen, sashimi, Kobe beef, and others. “Have you ever tried Sake?” Mr. Saito asks. “No,” Graziani and I reply in unison. “You should try it, it is exquisite,” we started to eat and throughout the whole dinner we were talking about the funniest personal stories, and the initial topic of the meeting was forgotten, I feel truly relaxed, I have never laughed so hard in my whole life.