"Isaku-chan, do you have a moment to talk?"

"Yes, Grandfather." She bowed and followed him down the hall of their home to his study.

They took a seat across from one another and studied each other carefully.

What is this about? Is it about school? I thought I did well this semester, scoring fourth place in my grade.

"I heard you are doing exceptionally well at school this year, Congratulations."

So I was right.

She bowed her head, "Thank you, Grandfather."

"Have you thought about what you plan to do after graduation?"

Huh?

"Well… Yes, but I haven't decided on anything. I still have a little more than a year, after all."

"Of course, of course…"

"..."

This silence is getting awkward.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the old man beat her to it.

"Is Uto-san treating you well?"

Eh? Where is this coming from!?

"Y-yes! Keiya takes great care of me as he always has." Her voice reflected how caught off guard she had been despite her efforts to remain composed.

Crossing his arms, her grandfather sighed, "That's not what I mean. Does he make you happy?"

She couldn't help the faint blush that painted her face.

"He does." She mumbled, unable to look her grandfather in the face.

"Do you love him?"

Seriously, where is this coming from!?

She bit her lip, trying to muster the courage to look her grandfather in the face. After a moment, she managed to hold his gaze, and with complete seriousness, she answered him calmly, "Yes, more than anything."

"I see. That's good. It means I won't have to kill him."

She paled at the thought of Keiya's demise, and her expression made the old man laugh.

"It was only a joke."

"It doesn't sound like a joke coming from you!" she hissed anxiously, earning more laughter as she pouted with her arms crossed.

"Forgive me. You are my only granddaughter, after all. If anyone ever hurt you, it would be the last thing they do."

Scarry.

"How long have you known?"

He was visibly surprised by her question, "Since the beginning."

"Eh? The beginning?"

The old man nodded, "Yes, Uto-san tells me everything."

"... Everything?"

"That's right."

"..."

The awkward silence returned. And Isaku's blush returned in full force.

If "everything" is like when he told Ando-chan and Katsuki-chan about the night I confessed my feelings for him, then… Oh, I swear Keiya better not have! This is so embarrassing! What is wrong with him!?

"I plan on retiring soon, and Keiya-san will likely be elected in my place…"

"Yes." she nodded.

"You would make a good wife for him."

Her violet eyes blinked slowly, growing wider as she processed what he said, "Pardon?"

"You would make a great big sister to Senagaki-gumi."

Big sister? Me? Keiya's wife!?

"Tasuke-sama, the car is ready." Isaku jumped at Keiya's muffled voice, not expecting him to suddenly be just outside the door.

Isaku turned her attention to her grandfather as he stood, and she joined him.

"I must be going now. Think about what I've said, will you Honey?" He smiled, patting her head gently before going to the door.

"Alright," she mumbled, following closely behind him.

As the Yakuza boss slid the door open, slate blue eyes met gentle lavender ones.

"Isaku-san?" the young man said with surprise.

She felt the blush forming on her face and looked away from him, saying nothing.

Her grandfather touched her lover's shoulder and smiled, "Take good care of her while I'm gone, and don't work too hard. It is her summer break, after all."

Keiya nodded, "Yes, sir."

The two lovers stood side by side, watching the boss walk off.

"Isaku-san?"

"Yes?"

"After I get home from work, would you like to go on a date?"

"Huh? A date?"

"Yes," he whispered into her ear just before nibbling it. She gasped, and he pulled her against his chest, "What's wrong, Isaku-san?'

When a muffled moan was her only reply, he couldn't help himself. Backing her against a nearby wall, he began kissing down the expanse of her neck.

"Keiya…" she rasped, squirming under his firm grasp. "Wait…" Breathlessly pleading as his hand made its way under her dress, his fingers dragging up her thigh, stopping at her clothed core, rubbing his fingers back and forth.

"I don't want to… I want more."

You say that, and yet… You've stopped. I don't want you to stop…

He slumped his weight against her, resting his head on her shoulder, breathing in her scent.

"Keiya…" She whined, running a hand through his hair, "We're in the middle of the hall…"

He pulled back to look down at her, happy now that he realized what she wanted. He lifted her into his arms in one fell swoop, cradling her to his chest as he walked them to his room.

Before she knew it, he had laid her on the bed, taking off their clothes.

"What about work?"

"I don't care about work anymore."

"Is that really the right kind of attitude to have? The Boss did put you in charge for the next month…"

Keiya paused to look in her eyes, "It's been nearly two weeks, and I did promise Tasuke-sama that I would take good care of you."

I can feel the butterflies in my stomach!

He hastily removed the last article of clothing clinging to her petite frame, casting the frilly blue panties behind him.

She moaned as he kissed the inside of her thigh before settling between her legs.

"Keiya." she moaned, gripping his hair like a lifeline, holding his face to her dripping core.

His tongue feels amazing. He's too good at this!

The blue-eyed man always knew when his woman was about to cum, her hips got erratic, and she could never decide if she wanted to pull him closer or push him away.

"I-I'm!" she let out a loud moan, nearly a scream, as she came, her hip bucking in pleasure.

Finally, he pulled away from her. The expression on her face made his cock throb with need.

"Don't tell me you're worn out already?" He teased.

"I am not!" she blushed.

"Good. Because I'm far from done with you."

She looked away, trying to hide her face from him, but he didn't allow it. Gripping her chin, he gently made her look at him.

"Isaku-san, what's wrong?" he whispered gently.

"Nothing. It's just embarrassing when you say things like that…" She mumbled.

He smiled at her with soft eyes and proceeded to aline himself to her wet entrance, sliding the head of his cock up and down her soft pink folds.

"Sorry, you're just going to have to get used to that."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he tore into her, burying himself to the hilt, eliciting a loud cry of pleasure from her dainty lips.

She held onto his arms, griping them for support as he plowed into her relentlessly. He was angled perfectly, just the way she liked it. And she cried out in pleasure over and over and over again.

"Keiya! More, don't stop." She begged, feeling herself on the edge of pure bliss once more.

He pulled out when he was sure she had come, the pulsing of her dripping hot core confirming as much before he flipped her onto her stomach.

She instinctively widened her knees and arched her back more pronouncedly, eagerly inviting him to continue.

"You are the perfect woman," he growled out, thrusting himself into her harshly, setting an unforgiving pace.

"You feel so good!" she cried, moaning and quivering beneath him.

He slid a hand down her back to grab a fistful of platinum blonde hair.

"Cum for me."

He proved her wrong when she thought he couldn't pound her anymore ruthlessly. "I'm cuming!" his pace quickened, yet he made sure she came before he pulled out to do the same.

"Isaku-san!" he growled, before cumming all over her back. She collapsed into a panting puddle of pleasure, not even realizing he had gotten up to fetch a hand towel.

Whipping her off gently, he cleared his throat, "Are you alright?"

She struggled to get her breathing under control, even when she found her voice, "Yeah… that felt great."

He smiled, moving her hair away from her face so he could get a better look at her, "I'm glad."

Keiya took his time getting dressed and watched as she searched for the edge over his covers. When he finished getting ready, he helped tuck her under his covers.

"Get some rest. I'll be back for you later." His parting words were followed by a chaste kiss as he ran his fingers through her long hair.

She watched as he left the room with heavy eyes, "Be careful."

"I will," he reassured.

Isaku's dreams made no sense, but they were peaceful because Keiya was in them.

"Isaku-san?" he cooed, shaking her shoulder.

Keiya… I'm glad he's home.

"Isaku-san, time to wake up now."

"Welcome home," she mumbled, turning on her side as she curled up further under the warmth of the blankets.

He smiled down at her, smoothed a strand of hair away from her cheek, and kissed her.

"I-sa-kuu-san?" he teased, the whisper tickling her neck.

"Five more minutes," she grumbled.

The next thing she knew, Keiya climbed onto the bed and spooned her.

So warm… and his hands…

"You're cute."

She buried her face into the pillows to hide her blush.

"That simply won't do," he said with a husky voice, his lips brushing against her neck as he pulled her tightly against him.

"...Huh?" she gulped.

"Stop hiding your face from me."

He turned her whole body so that her front was pressed against him, and he caressed her face in his large hand. They were close enough for their noses to touch.

His eyes are like a dark cloud, calm but ready to storm at any moment… so pretty.

Isaku closed her eyes before whispering, "Alright."

They lay there, not just staring into one another's eyes; it was something more profound.

It's like he's staring into my heart…

As the silence continued, she reached her limit and covered his eyes, gently pushing him away.

"You're staring too much… It's embarrassing." Isaku quietly admitted in a sulking manner.

She watched a gentle smile spread across his face.

"You're strange. When our eyes meet, it unsettles you, but climbing into bed with me doesn't?" He pointed out calmly.

Her flush deepened when his smirk started to grow.

Even with his eyes covered, it's like he can see right through me!

Keiya's large hand wrapped around her dainty wrist, easily peeling her hand back.

"Isaku-san?"

"Y-yes?"

"..."

"What is it?" You look like you want to ask me something important…

"...You should get dressed."

"Huh?" That's not it. That's not what you wanted to say…

"I wanted to take you on a date, remember? It's getting late."

Oh, that's right. Keiya mentioned that earlier…

Isaku sat up, "Where are we going?"

He stood before her and kissed her plush lips before answering. "It's a surprise."

"A Surprise?"

"Yes."

"... What should I wear?"

"What you had on before is more than sufficient."

"Alright."

He started picking up her scattered clothes and set them on the bed.

She swung her legs over the edge, "Thank you."

Isaku's eyes widened when he held her bra in one hand and used the other to pull at her hand.

"Hold your arms out like this for a moment."

"Eh? I-it's fine! I can dress myself!"

"Just let me."

She was taken aback but relented without a fight.

The slightest brush of his finger on her skin sent shivers down her spine, and she tried not to show it, but the goosebumps gave her away. To Keiya's credit, though he knew how much this intimate act affected her, he kept it hidden.

She was back in her olive green dress, a cross-v-neck, short-sleeved lace-up dress with the hem stopping just below the knee.

Isaku blushed under his heavy gaze, resisting the urge to look away.

He looked her up and down, "On second thought, you might need to change."

"Huh? Why?"

"... It shows off your curves far too well."

"Jeez, you can be so overprotective."

"Of course. You are my woman, after all."

"Exactly, so it doesn't matter what I wear. I'm safe as long as I'm with you."

"... You're right. We should be there just before nine o'clock if we leave now."

"Alright."

She had yet to determine where they were going for most of their car ride, but she recognized the city they were in towards the end. "Kyoto?"

"Yes."

"Why are we in Kyoto."

He tossed his cigarette out the window, rolling it back up before answering her. "We recently acquired a new restaurant, I wanted to take you there."

The driver drove as far as he could before dropping the two lovers and two other yakuza members off to walk the few remaining blocks to the restaurant.

As night fell on the highly atmospheric geisha quarter, she followed Keiya, observing in awe as people made haste toward their evening engagements in the many narrow laneways of the neighborhood.

Finally, they stopped in front of a traditional building with a black wooden facade and creamy stucco walls, accented by pale slatted wood sliding doors, green potted plants, a washi paper lantern, and crisp white noren saying Yasu, home of a beef artisan.

She was just as impressed with the interior as she had been with the exterior. Its modern taste and low lighting created a warm and calming ambiance.

"Ah, Uto-sama! W-welcome. What brings you here tonight?" the young hostess stuttered.

"A table for two, please."

"Of course, sir, please, right this way."

They were led to a table in the back corner, and Keiya pulled out a seat for her.

"Go ahead." Keiya smiled.

Isaku blushed, "Thank you."

Comfortable leather chairs let her sink into the warm, cozy interior of rich reds, glossy blacks, and shiny gold as she sat across from her Yakuza lover.

She picked up the menu and tried to decide on an item, but she felt they were being watched. Keiya watched as her expression changed, carefully trying to analyze her, though she didn't realize it.

It's not just my imagination; everyone is staring at us. It got so quiet, too… Having those two standing guard isn't helping the matter either…

"Isaku-san?"

"Yes?" Why does he look so concerned?

"If you're uncomfortable, we can leave."

"No! That's not it!"

"Then what's bothering you?"

"... I thought those two were here on business. I didn't realize they were our bodyguards."

"They are; they'll be gone as soon as the manager arrives, and we'll be alone."

"I see."

A few minutes later, the waiter and his manager arrived.

"Good evening, Uto-sama. We are pleased to have you here tonight. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask Bunta-san."

The young waiter bowed, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hm? You're new here; I don't remember meeting you last month."

The young waiter was about to respond, but the manager laughed and beat him to it, "Yes, yes! What a good memory you have, Uto-sama. This is Bunta-san's third week here. I can assure you he's highly capable!"

Isaku couldn't help but think how bored Keiya looked. This manager… He looks so nervous.

"I see, that's good to hear-"

Keiya raised his hand and snapped his finger, calling over his subordinates, who now stood on either side of the manager.

He looks very nervous indeed... What did he do?

Keiya smiled at the manager politely, "My associates will have a word with you now."

"Y-yes, of course… right his way, gentlemen, if you'd just follow me?"

Isaku found their waiter curious. He had maintained a pleasant disposition, smiling as he took their orders.

He's the opposite of the manager… almost too calm and collected. I wonder if he's familiar with the Yakuza?

"Isaku-san, are you sure you didn't want an appetizer?"

"Yes, thank you."

This was their third date since they started dating nearly a year ago. Keiya still had his regular duties to perform after he was done playing guard dog at her school, so it didn't leave them much time outside of things like this summer break.

Each dish in the elaborate course included meat in some manner. All were appealing to the senses and, at times, ranged from minimalist to the extreme and, at others, were incredibly layered and complex.

From sea urchin to tender, glistening kombu kelp-pressed ox tongue, its luxuriously smooth and slippery texture melted on her tongue. Then, the pinnacle of the course, the steak. Seasoned only with salt and pepper. Isaku could tell at first glance that it had been lovingly prepared by the chief, and her taste buds were desperate to eat it.

She took a bite and practically moaned, "It's so delicious!"

Keiya smiled and poured himself another glass of red wine, "I'm glad you like it."

When dinner was over, they walked back, hand in hand, to where the SUV was waiting for them.

Keiya walked her to her side of the vehicle, and she turned to face him before taking her seat, "Thank you, I had a great time."

Her Yakuza lover towered over her and leaned down, kissing her.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

They piled into the vehicle, and after a while, she grew tired, so she laid her head on his lap.

To say he was surprised would be an understatement.

"Isaku-san, are you alright?"

"Ah, I'm just tired. Let me stay like this."

Keiya took off his jacket and laid it over her, running his hand through her long blonde hair, "Anything you want."