Yakuza Bed Novels & Stories

As he begins to prepare our meal, a touch of gold chrysanthemum shows just around the edges of his collar. Like many of the Golden Chrysanthemums living along the West Coast, my yakuza brother owes his place in this country to my benevolent sponsorship. In exchange for providing occasional security, I give them the money they need to start their lives here, even providing funds for them to start their own businesses. This is why I never need to have a reservation nor pay to eat at Mitsuyama, a restaurant that once made a famous starlet wait outside in the rain for two hours because there were no available seats.

She wasn't surprised. "Then?" Leah asked. "Then...obviously I said no and ran away. He looked very mature to me. I don't know why he said such a thing." Yuri said and sighed. "You remember what I told you, right?" Leah asked and Yuri quickly nodded. "Not to trust anyone, mind my own business, only try to protect myself," Yuri said and Leah nodded. "Yuri...what did he look like?" Leah asked. "To be direct...he looked like a yakuza." (A gangster in Japanese.) Yuri said and Leah's pupil slightly dilated. It's been a very long time since Yuri saw her giving such a reaction.

Blood stained the edges, but as he washed his hands, he washed the edges too. "I made a anonymous deal with the hotel management, threw a wholesome property at their face, and I earned their collaboration. These days, just have money in your account, you might even buy the president." He said as he wiped. "There'll be no underlaying problems? What about the Yakuza? If they come down from Japan?" "You're not daft, Teresa." Antonio walked past her, out of the room.

CAINE The meeting was held in a whorehouse owned by someone who belonged to the Yakuza. His name was Haruki Yamadera. I had never met the owner before but I knew the person who worked for him. A right hand man. I called him Zai. I walked in and went to the table designated for our meeting. Soon, Zai joined me in the opposite seat. He had dark hair, rings on both ears, and tattoos all over his face. He held a pack of cards which he always shuffled. Anyone who watched us would think we were about playing cards. But those card were actually his signature, and weapon. He once told me he had made them into blades, talking about their sharp edges I think.

What if— Screw it. I push the door open without knocking. At first glance, the room appears empty. The bed is rumpled but vacant, afternoon sunlight streaming across the navy blue comforter. Before I can process this, something moves in my peripheral vision, a blur of motion that ends with me flat on my back, the breath knocked from my lungs. Luca looms above me, his body pinning mine to the floor, one knee between my thighs, hands gripping my wrists above my head. His face hovers inches from mine, eyes wild and unfocused, pupils dilated to almost eclipse the amber irises.

I’m not scared of his wrinkled liver-spotted ass since I can take him in a fight. Hibiki was a trooper as he took the seat, which put his back to my father. He knew well enough I’d want to keep an eye on the bastard. And I have to admit it’s a bit of a badass move. Turning your back to the head of a yakuza is considered one of the ultimate offenses. And based on how hard Takashi is trying to glare a hole through Hibiki’s back, he is taking it as an offense.

She blocked it as she got up and sat on the side of the bed. ‘Eh, a bed? When did I get a bed?’ Yuki rubbed her eyes and squinted her sleepy eyes to see a bit better after just waking up. From her blurry sight, she could see a fancy room with fancy furniture all covered with red and yellow colour as if it belonged to a noble or baron’s mansion. Now that the nerves in her body were slowly being activated, she could feel the softness of the bed underneath her bottom. She looked around the room a bit more to figure out where she was, then she noticed something on the door not far.

Very soon, they arrived at Room 805. After walking through the door, he immediately threw Yagyuu Yukime onto the big bed. Yagyuu Yukime was still weak. She did not even have the strength to sit up straight. She was half-lying on the bed as a large area was revealed under her collar. In combination with her flushed cheeks, she looked extremely attractive.

When she was done drinking it, he bid her good night. In the next day, Jai managed to wake up without someone waking him. Except for the little fur ball sleeping with him of course. But his sleep was quite enjoyable despite the soreness in his muscles. It seemed that when he was gone, Barun asked someone to ‘install’ a bed. “This reminds me of the traditional Japanese style bed on the floor. What was it called? A baton? No, that’s not right. Futon! Yeah, a futon!” Jai mumbled to himself as he made the futon and rolled it to the side of his room.

The next morning came, and as usual, Hajime is not at home again, but Lazarus decided to wake up early before he can even leave. Lazarus secretly follows Hajime on his way to this "hideout" he mentioned last night. As soon as they reach their destination, Lazarus peeks through the gaps between the metal railings surrounding the area. Inside the vicinity, there are bikes everywhere, a familiar uniform on each member, and they're a set of gangs. It's looks like a yakuza hideout. Lazarus saw Hajime wearing a uniform with a symbol on it, and his eyes widened.