You are a simple citizen in the great city of Minnesota in the United States and you have finally finished your work for today, because you are a food delivery man for an Asian restaurant and today's work was very hard as usual, you are ready to return home and ready to rest, however, just as you are about to leave, the night shift supervisor informs you that one last fart has been received and you must go deliver it, you no longer want to continue working but your supervisor forces you by threatening to fire you, so you have no choice but to make the delivery.

So you get back on your motorcycle and take the food order, put it in the trunk and get going, you are not really happy because your shift was supposed to be over but you have no other alternative, so you speed up as much as you can to be able to make the delivery as quickly as possible and finally go home.

Finally after a 20-minute ride you arrive at your destination, it is a Japanese-style house with cherry blossoms and a Koi fish pond, it is a Very interesting place, so the first thing that comes to mind is that it is the home of a sweet Asian woman who lives in your country. Maybe this last installment is not as bad as you think and with luck you can meet her. However, your look changes completely when the door opens when you knock on it.

An imposing, rough and feminine figure stands in front of you, with an almost dazzling view of her body in underwear and a strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol reaching your nose. She seems dangerous with that threatening look.

"Hey asshole... Front view, okay? Don't make me wait any longer, I'm hungry so stop wasting my time and give me my food and tell me how much I have to pay you" His voice is loud, loaded with a dominant and powerful tone, so you give the strange woman her order and just when you are about to tell her how much the food is, something catches your attention, because on her arms and legs you can see large tattoos in the shape of... Wait, large tattoos? Cigarettes and alcohol? Rude and wild attitude? Those threatening cat-like eyes? That only means one thing... Is she a member of the famous Yakuza clan?

"Hey damn idiot, what are you doing? Stop staring at me you piece of trash and tell me how much it's going to be, I have more important things to do than putting up with a food delivery guy's shit."

Hmph, well you can take a closer look at them if you want to. Ryota steps aside a little, making more of her tattoos visible Now tell me what do you think? Are they ugly or pretty? Do you like them? Or would you rather see something else on my body? Maybe I could show you, if you're a good boy... "Well they are very nice and unique, but you know why they call us food delivery guys trash is because we don't get to see many beautiful women like you anymore. And as for what I would like to see more on your body? Well..." Raphael Chain hesitates trying not to stare directly at her breasts or ass "...well... if you really want me to be honest, maybe less clothes."

She chuckles softly, lowering her head and puffing on her cigarette before looking at you again with those piercing catlike eyes. "Don't worry about it, kid... I'm used to getting attention, both wanted and unwanted." She takes a step closer, her huge breasts pressing against your arm as she reaches out to grab the money from your hand. "Now give me my food, and don't think you can leave without giving me what I want..." Her voice is low, threatening, making it clear that she means business.

Her yellow eyes widen slightly at your response, and she takes a step back, her posture going rigid for a moment before relaxing again into its previous lazy demeanor. "I see... you're asking for it then? Fine by me." She smirks and shrugs carelessly. "But remember, kid... I was part of the Yakuza. Don't think just because I'm in a different country that things are gonna be easy for you." With those words, she takes another step closer to you, invading your personal space once again as she leans forward slightly. You can feel her breath on your neck as she whispers into your ear, "Tonight, you're mine..."

His words send a shiver down her spine as she releases a hoarse chuckle. "I like you, kid... I really do." Ryota's clawlike hand reaches up to grip the front of his shirt roughly, pulling him even closer until their bodies are almost touching. Her breath comes hot and fast against your skin now, her heavy chest rising and falling as she attempts to calm herself down. She holds you in place with one arm while reaching around to grasp at your backside with the other hand, giving it a hard slap before letting go. "You're all mine now... let's see how much you can handle."

She steps back suddenly, freeing you from her grasp but leaving you feeling both aroused and anxious. Her hips roll slightly to one side as she takes another step forward, moving in a slow, seductive circle around you. "What do you say, hm?" she asks, glancing down at your crotch before looking back up at you with a wicked grin. "Wanna play rough tonight... or would you rather take it easy?"

Hearing your words, a wicked smile spreads across her face and she begins to unbutton her purple robe slowly, revealing more and more skin with each click. Her breasts swing free from the confines of her bra as she exhales deeply, her pupils dilating even further in pleasure. "That's what I like to hear," she purrs huskily before stepping even closer, pressing her naked body against yours. Her hands slide up your chest, over your shoulders and down your arms before coming to rest on your hips.

Her mouth meets yours roughly, their tongues dueling for dominance as her hands squeeze the flesh of your ass hard enough to leave bruises. She moans into the kiss, arching her back and pressing herself even closer against you as if trying to become one with you. Her strength is evident as she lifts you off the ground without any apparent effort, carrying you easily through the house towards what appears to be a makeshift gym area in the corner.

She throws you roughly onto a pile of soft but heavy-duty wrestling mats, laughing maniacally as she straddles your chest and leans forward so that her breasts are mere inches from your face. "So... what do you say, food delivery boy?" Her yellow eyes glint in the dim light, reflecting both lust and a cruel sort of amusement. "Are you ready to play rough with me... or do you want to back out now? Because once we start... there's no going back."

Hearing your words, Ryota's eyes light up with excitement and she lets out a deep, throaty chuckle. "I like a man who knows what he wants," she says before leaning forward even more, her breasts brushing against your lips as she whispers into your ear, "But remember... I was part of the Yakuza. Tonight... you're mine." With that, she grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back roughly, exposing your neck to her lips. She nips at your skin lightly before sucking hard enough to leave a small hickey behind as she growls deep in her throat.

Her free hand reaches down between your legs, grabbing at your crotch roughly and squeezing with enough force to make you gasp. "Do you like this?" she demands, her voice harsh and dominant. "Tell me... do you want more?" She releases her grip on your hair just long enough for you to answer before resuming her assault on your body.

Her fingers begin to slide in and out of your wet entrance, working you expertly as she continues to pin you down with her weight. Her other hand reaches up to cover your mouth roughly, silencing any sounds you might make as she pleasures herself atop you. The grip on your face tightens, making it hard for you to breathe, but somehow that only seems to turn you on more. You feel her fingers curling inside of you, searching for a spot that will send you over the edge. Her hips rock back and forth in perfect rhythm with her hand, driving you crazy with need and desire.

With one final thrust, she releases your mouth and lets out a primal scream as her body tenses beneath yours. Waves of pleasure roll through her, causing

Her hips rock back and forth in perfect rhythm with her hand, driving you crazy with need and desire. With one final thrust, she releases your mouth and lets out a primal scream as her body tenses beneath yours. Waves of pleasure roll through her, causing tears to prick at the corners of her eyes as she comes down from the high. She looks down at you, panting heavily but grinning wickedly all the same. "Well... that wasn't so bad, was it?" Her words send a shiver down your spine despite the sweat and exhaustion coursing through your body. You know that tonight, she truly was yours. And as Ryota lies spent on top of you, her weight pressing into you and her breath hot against your skin, you can't help but feel a strange sort of contentment wash over you. It's not often that you get to share such an intense experience with someone like her... and now that it's over, part of you wishes it could last just a little bit longer. But as she rolls off of you and stands up unsteadily, stretching out her limbs and yawning loudly, you know that the night isn't quite over yet. There's still more for you to see... and if you play your cards right, maybe there's even more of her to experience. Her attention shifts back to you for a moment before she smirks and asks, "So... how about dinner now?"

Hearing your words, a mischievous glint enters her eyes and she can't help but feel a stirring in her loins. She likes it when men are forward with their desires. "Well, you just might be in luck," she purrs, sauntering over to a large black bag leaning against the wall. From within it, she produces several different-sized dildos and vibrators, lining them up neatly on the mat before turning back to face you again. "But first..." She unzips her robe once more, revealing herself fully naked for your viewing pleasure. "Let's see how hungry you really are."

With that, she climbs onto a high table and spreads her legs wide, offering herself up to you like an irresistible temptation. Her hair falls across her face as she looks down at you, lust burning bright in her eyes. "Come on... don't be shy," she taunts softly. "I want you to take what's mine..."

Her back arches off the table, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she moans deeply into your mouth. Her hips begin to rock against yours, grinding her swollen nub against your hand as if seeking release. The taste of you on her tongue only serves to heighten her arousal, and she can feel herself growing wetter with each passing second. With a desperate cry, she throws her head back, her long hair cascading down over her shoulders like a waterfall of black silk.

Her nails scrape roughly along your spine, drawing tiny lines of blood as they come closer to the sensitive skin between your shoulder blades. "Fuck me..." She demands hoarsely, bucking her hips harder against yours in a frantic search for satisfaction. Her breath comes ragged and fast, hot air fanning across your cheek as she continues to writhe beneath you.

Her other hand reaches down between the two of you, searching for the dildos and vibrators she's laid out on the mat earlier. With a triumphant smirk, she grasps one and guides it slowly towards her opening, pressing its cool surface against her swollen lips before thrusting it deep inside herself with a gasp of pleasure. "Like this?" She asks breathlessly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their combined moans. "Do you like watching me use these things... while I'm yours for the night?"

His words send a thrill down her spine, making it hard for her to focus on anything else besides the feel of him inside her and the toys at her disposal. With renewed vigor, she begins to move against his hand, her hips rocking in time with the thrusts of the dildo deep inside her. Her other hand reaches around, searching for a vibrator as she watches your expression. She finds it and presses it against your crotch before flipping it on, the buzzing noise filling the air between them as she positions it right where you're most sensitive.

With one last, desperate cry, her body tenses violently around you, muscles clenching so tightly that she nearly squeezes the breath from your lungs. Her nails dig into your back and shoulders, drawing blood as she comes undone in a fierce orgasm, her inner walls throbbing and convulsing rhythmically against yours.

Her body finally relaxes, boneless and sated, but her eyes remain locked on yours as she pants heavily for air. "Fuck..." she whispers hoarsely, still unable to believe the intensity of what just happened between them. Slowly, she reaches down with her free hand, cupping your cheek gently before tracing her finger across your bottom lip. "Well," she says at last, a wicked grin spreading across her face once more. "I think we should finish our dinner now..."

The feel of your lips and tongue against her soft, sensitive skin sends a shockwave of pleasure coursing through her body. She arches off the table once more, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she lets out a sharp gasp. Her hips begin to move in time with your mouth, grinding against your face as you continue to taste and explore her.

Her free hand reaches between your legs, curling around your erection roughly before beginning to stroke you in time with the motion of her hips. She moans into your ear, words blurring together in a tangle of desire and need. Her other arm snakes around your neck, pulling you closer as she takes more of you into her mouth, sucking hungrily on your tongue while fucking your face with the firm length of her sex.

Her breath comes faster now, hot against your skin, and it's clear that she won't be able to hold out much longer. Her body tenses again, but this time around you, as she comes for a second time, her orgasm shuddering through every muscle in her body. With one last moan of release, she collapses bonelessly onto the tabletop, spent and satisfied.

Her fingers slip away from your throbbing erection, leaving you aching and wanting more. But as she lays there, recovering from the intensity of what just happened between them, a small smile plays at the corners of her lips. "Well," she breathes heavily. "That was certainly... interesting." With that, she reaches down to gather up the dildos and vibrators, tossing them carelessly onto the floor before stretching languidly. "I guess it's time for dinner now..."

Hearing her say it's time for dinner only manages to further stoke the flames of desire within you. You can't help but wonder what else she has planned for this "interesting" night. With a sigh, you reluctantly pull away from her body and sit up on your knees, looking down at her with a mix of lust and curiosity in your eyes. "Yeah... dinner sounds great," you manage to say, your voice a raspy whisper. "But first..."

You lean forward, bringing your face close enough to hers that you can feel the warmth of her breath on your skin as she looks up at you with expectant eyes. With a smirk, you press your lips against hers in a fierce, possessive kiss that takes both of them by surprise. Her mouth opens beneath yours, welcoming you inside and responding just as eagerly as the rest of her body has tonight. She tastes like wine and sin, her tongue dancing with yours as she gives as good as she gets in this heated exchange.

As your lips part again, your gaze meets hers once more, unspoken promises passing between you. "Let's go get some dinner... but then we can play some more," you whisper huskily against her lips before pulling back slightly, letting her get a breath of air. Your eyes never leave hers as you wait for her reaction to your words.

Her yellow eyes glitter in the dim light as they meet yours, her lips part slightly to reveal a hint of a smile that grows wider with each passing second. "Dinner can wait," she breathes softly before leaning forward and kissing you again, harder this time, her tongue thrusting deep into your mouth in search of more. Her fingers claw at your back, digging into your skin as her hips grind against yours, her need for you becoming almost painfully apparent.

With a sigh, she breaks the kiss, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "Alright," she pants hoarsely, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You're on... but remember... I was part of the Yakuza, and I don't lose easily." She pushes herself off the table, steadying herself with one hand on its surface as she looks down at you, her expression predatory once more. "Come on," she says, motioning for you to follow. "Let's go get something to eat... and then we can really play."

Hearing the determination in her voice, you can't help but feel a thrill run down your spine. You follow her as she leads the way through the house towards what appears to be a small kitchen tucked away in one corner of the building. The smell of various foods being cooked fills the air, making your stomach growl in anticipation. As you watch her move with such confidence and control over her body, it only serves to heighten your arousal even further.

She glances back at you over her shoulder, a playful smile teasing the corners of her mouth as she reaches up to push a stray lock of hair out of her face. "Are you ready for whatever I have planned next?" Her voice is low and husky, sending shivers down your spine despite the warmth of the room.

You nod slowly, feeling something akin to respect mixed with desire welling up inside of you. Whatever happens from here on out... one thing's for certain: this night belongs to her. And as she turns back around and continues toward the kitchen, leading the way deeper into the heart of her twisted world, you can't help but wonder what sort of games she has in store for both of you.

Her golden eyes flicker over to you, studying your expression before she finally nods in approval. "Good," she says simply before opening the door to the kitchen and stepping inside. The room is bathed in warm yellow light, casting her angular features into sharp relief as she begins rummaging through cupboards and drawers, muttering under her breath about needing this or that ingredient for whatever dish she's planning on making tonight.

You remain close behind, watching her every move with equal parts fascination and desire. There's something undeniably alluring about the way she carries herself, both delicate and powerful at the same time. The thought of spending an entire night under her command fills you with a sense of anticipation that's almost unbearable.

Without warning, she turns to face you, holding up a small knife in one hand and a sharp vegetable peeler in the other. "So," she says, arching an eyebrow as she regards you from beneath her lashes. "Would you like to help me with dinner... or would you rather just watch?" Her voice is soft but commands attention, making it clear that no matter what choice you make, it's hers to accept or deny.

The corner of her mouth curls into a smile as she steps aside, gesturing for you to come closer. "Alright then," she says, handing the knife and peeler over to you. "You can start by peeling these carrots while I chop up some onions." Her voice is calm but authoritative, making it clear who's in charge here tonight. As you begin peeling the carrots, your movements mirror hers as you both work side by side, each focused on their tasks at hand yet aware of the other's presence in a way that feels almost intimate.

The scent of garlic and onions fills the air around you, mingling with the sweet smell of cooking carrots and whatever else Ryota decides to throw into her concoction. The sound of metal clashing against wood as she chops and slices echoes through the kitchen, a rhythm that seems almost sexual in its intensity. It's hard not to feel aroused by her close proximity, but at the same time there's something thrilling about serving her like this, being so attuned to her every move.

As you peel away the final layer of carrot, she glances over at you and gives you a satisfied nod. "Not bad," she says with a hint of approval in her voice. "Now why don't you start chopping these mushrooms while I finish up here?" Her eyes flicker back to whatever it is she's working on, leaving no doubt that she expects you to obey without question. And for some reason, the thought of disappointing her only serves to make your cock harder.

Her gaze meets yours once more as she sets down her knife and wipes her hands on a nearby dishtowel. She takes a step closer, her body mere inches from yours now. "How's it going?" she asks softly, tilting her head slightly to one side as if truly interested in knowing the answer.

You swallow hard, the lump forming in your throat making it difficult to speak. All you can do is meet her eyes and nod, hoping that she understands how much this night means to you, how much she means to you. Her lips curve into a small smile, and for a moment it seems like she's debating something internal before finally reaching out and placing one hand on your cheek. The touch sends a shiver down your spine, making your cock twitch in response.

"Good," she says with what sounds like genuine sincerity. "I'm glad... Because I think it's time for the next course." With that, she steps away from you once more and turns back to the stove, her movements efficient and confident as she adds some spices to whatever stew or sauce she has been cooking this whole time. The scent wafts over to you, making your mouth water in anticipation of what comes next.