Yoriichi Tsugikuni Novels & Stories

Fusae nodded and said, "The huge man with two meters in height is Sekibayashi Jun. He's a famous pro-wrestler and a very strong fighter. In public, he's very famous, you should know him." Monica looked at Sekibayashi Jun who was so tall and caused the people around him to look like a dwarf. He thought for a while and nodded since it seemed the previous Monica Oga also knew about Sekibayashi Jun. "The muscular man that is standing with that fat man is Wakatsuki Takeshi, who is also known as The Wild Tiger. He's an affiliated fighter of Furumi Pharmaceuticals, and by the way, the fat man who is standing beside Wakatsuki is the CEO of Furumi Pharmaceuticals," Fusae explained.

I wonder if they became a burden to him. Then there's the fact that he won't use my name. For this reason, I refuse to use his. I sometimes use the term 'sir' when we train. My go-to is simply 'dragon'. I can't help a small sigh escaping as I think of our daily training sessions. He never wears a shirt. His chest and arms are magnificent as he wields a sword. It's quite hard to concentrate while his muscles flex and ripple with each movement. I've had several near-fatal accidents when my daydreams take me away from the sword play. He gets so angry even though it's entirely his fault. Mostly, I'm sick of the constant inner turmoil that eats me alive. I know I will give in and lose his game. I

Cherie says, in a small voice and Uncle Kon quirks up an eyebrow. “You’re a timid little thing, but there’s Beta blood in you; I can tell,” he says. “Are you a warrior?” “She’s an MMA fighter and knocked me the fuck out when we met,” I say. Uncle Kon blinks at this, then he looks at me and back at Cherie before bursting out with laughter. Yeah, normal guys would be embarrassed for getting KO’d like I did at the hand of this little mouse. But not me; I’m proud as fuck that she held her own and knocked me out while Haze was in control.

Whenever a Tenby had to reveal his or her background, they would naturally reveal that they practiced the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists. In addition, the family and the technique were famous in Uleania and Arcadia. Once they revealed their background, even the fiercest enemy would be deterred. “The heir of the Tenby Eight Extreme Fists? Pardon me for not recognizing you earlier.” Jiro stood straight up and put on a strict face. He bowed and said, “Jiro Sakamoto, Refined Blade Clan.” “Jiro Sakamoto?!” Many others recognized the name and were shocked when they heard it.

Underneath the swords, at the base of my spine are the numbers 8-9-3 with the corresponding Japanese characters below each digit, representing my position as a member of the Golden Chrysanthemums, a yakuza syndicate based in Yokohama. Rotating my shoulders, I stretch my arms over my head before I enter the main workout space. In the center of the room is a large tarp. On that tarp is a man, tied down with coarse ropes, his mouth gagged. As soon as he sees me, he wets himself and I grin down at him like the apex predator that I am. The man-child begins to whimper. “Enjoy, Boss,” Roger salutes, heading out to take care of other business. He’ll be back in a couple of hours, once I’ve taught thi

Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in. At the center of the room, a man with perfect muscles and fat ass moved around the pole with smooth control. His almost naked body spun around the pole as he blended with the slow music. Stygian himself watched the guy as he moved with slow and practiced confidence. Sitting carelessly on the velvet sofa, nothing concerned him with the dude between his legs, sucking his cock. His focus was on the stage because that was where all the pleasure came from. Some of his acquaintances sat on other sofas, close enough to see the stage but far enough to distance themselves from Derek Stygian’s sin, as they usually call it.