Yakuza Kiwami 2 Novels & Stories

This will not end well, Yami thought. Kenshi with an evil smirk created a hole on the roof. It was enough hole to fit them in but going down isn’t his plan. It was just staring through the hole for Mizuko. “Well then let us go inside so we can go ba—“ “We will just peek through this hole,” Kenshi interrupted Yami. “We could have just used the window.” When Kanshi looked down, his eyes widened. And when Yami was about to do the same, he immediately snapped his fingers to vanish his two crystals. He wouldn’t let anyone else see his woman naked and getting dressed. What a lovely sight, he thought to himself.

“Please, please fuck me.” Kwami entered her slowly and Kamalina gasped at the size, the fullness. “Feels good, no?” Javier said, settling in next to Maggie above Kamalina’s head and stroking his cock until it was hard. He guided the tip to Kamalina’s lips and when she opened her mouth to moan helplessly as Kwami fucked her, he slid his length inside, murmuring with pleasure as she began to suck.

The front door (which is literally a torii gate that screams when you step through) suddenly slams open. A very familiar nine-tailed fox steps in, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. Kayo: “You stole my cousins’ emergency sake stash and opened a bar in the gap between seconds. I am both proud and contractually obligated to burn this place down.” Riku grins, already pouring her a cup. Riku: “Little cousin! First drink’s on the house. Second drink is on whoever loses at oni poker.” Aki looks up, deadpan. Aki: “We have a tab for the Blackbird-Coyote pack.

His annoyed expression and angry tone made Rachel flinch and she moved back. "Sorry…. Maybe I am overthinking." Rachel apologized for doubting her 'loyal' boyfriend. Turning his back from her he continued, "I and my team have been after Vincenzo Siemens for two years. Every time we fail by an inch. Somehow that bloody arrogant mafia wins. I want him to be behind the bars and this has become my craze. I don’t care about my life anymore.” Hearing the last sentence, Rachel hugged Andrew from the back. “Your life matters to me. A lot.”

Why was he seeing two extra? The said extra, were standing there with their heads bowed. One was quite tall and lean with dark brown hair neatly packed into a high ponytail. He was dressed in simple clothing, giving him a sunny aura. There was a face mask on his face so Ryu couldn't recognise him. The other was sitting on a wheel chair. He had ash blonde hair and cute features. Ryu recognised him as the oldest son of the Yamaguchi family. Yamaguchi Kento.

Georgina caught sight of Matteo, who had taken his position at the other end of the table. Matteo's expression shifted, his demeanor becoming more serious as he signaled to someone nearby, mirroring Marcelo's gesture with his guard. A figure emerged from a corner of the casino room, burdened by the weight of two heavy bags clutched in each arm. With measured steps, the person made his way towards Matteo.

“At once.” The wolf was dragged into the room and forced onto his knees. The moment his eyes saw me looking at him, he went pale as death. His mouth opened, but no words came. “Y-Your Majesty…” He collapsed fully onto the floor. I got up from the bed. His shock deepened; he had never expected to see me awake. I took a few steps and stopped in front of him. “You,” I said coldly, “dared to strike her.” “Forgive me, Alpha! I was only following orders, “ But before he could say another word, I grabbed his wrist and with one swift twist, I crushed the very hand that had dared to hurt Vexia. His scream was muffled by Sapphire putting a hand over his mouth.

When he bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass, they both groaned. “So tight,” he growled. “So perfect for me.” He began to move in slow, deep strokes that made her feel every ridge and vein. The counter creaked softly beneath them. Yuji reached around to rub her clit while fucking her, whispering filthy endearments in Japanese: “Kimochi ii… your pussy is sucking me in. Such a naughty little waitress, letting me fuck you where you serve tea.” Aiko’s moans grew louder and more broken. “Yuji… harder… please… ahh! Iku… I’m going to cum again!”

"Exactly. And when we’re done, Philadelphia will be ours." The twins stood in silence for a moment, their minds already planning their next moves. On the other side of the city. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the Yakuza headquarters as Kazuya hurled another bottle against the wall. His office was in shambles—papers strewn everywhere, furniture overturned, shards of glass sparkling like deadly confetti. "Nathan!" Kazuya roared, his face a mask of fury. "How could he do this?" Nakamura, Kazuya's second in command, stood at a safe distance, his expression carefully neutral. "Kazuya-sama, we need to talk."

She says something, laughing awkwardly and he leans in for an attempt to kiss her again. Again? Man, you have to be desperate. Take the goddamn hint. She hesitates, but kisses him back. A very short, fast one that doesn't even count as a fucking kiss. "Boss?" I hear someone by the door. "Hm?" I hum along, my eyes still fixed on how that guy is staring at her tits, not having enough decency to even pretend so. She deserves better. When the person doesn't reply, I turn my head and see Donovan, a member of my mafia. "The shipments, boss." He takes a moment to see if he has my complete attention before continuing, making me realize it's some type of bad