Isaku had been thinking about what she wanted to ask him all day, so she came out of the gate ready.

"Why did you need to increase security around me when Grandfather left?"

"Last year, the family and Tanuki-gumi expanded our territory into some neglected areas abandoned by the Kodan-gumi. Now that they've regained their footing, they want those districts back."

She nodded, "I assume we don't intend to return that to them?"

"Correct." He smiled.

"So the incident last year in Okinawa, did that have to do with this too?"

Keiya put an arm over her shoulder and pulled her close to him.

"Yes, that was around the start of it. They intended to use you as a bargaining chip to regain that territory."

"I see. So, what's changed most recently to warrant all the precautions around me? It's not just a recovery in their influence, is it?"

"Heh, you surprise me as always. Of course, you're right. Nothing is that simple in our world."

"So what happened then?" She pressed

"Before Senagaki-sama left for his vacation, he stopped in Kyoto for a meeting with the leader of the Kodan-gumi, a negotiation of sorts."

"I take it they didn't like our offer?"

"The opposite, actually. Your grandfather flatly refused them, even ignoring Tanuki-sama's opinion on the matter."

"... So, grandfather decided to go to war with them? I thought he always tried to avoid unnecessary conflict?"

"That's right. This was worth going to war over. There was no compromising with a deal like that."

"What was the deal exactly?"

Keiya took a deep breath before continuing.

"The Tanuki-gumi and Senagaki-gumi would keep everything they currently have. Five years from now, the Senagaki-gumi would be in control of everything Kodan-gumi have, absorbing their family and operations, paying the progenitors of the Kodan clan ten percent of the earnings after the merge."

"Wow. That's quite a generous offer. Why would Grandfather turn such a thing down?"

"Because of you."

"...I'm sorry? What do I have to do with that?"

"Because you were their insurance policy, a hostage if you will. They wanted you to become engaged to their eldest son, married when you turn eighteen, and the merge would be set after their brat graduates from Tokyo Business School."

"..."

So when Grandfather asked me if I loved Keiya… If I had said no, would he have agreed to this deal? My family is going to war, and it's because of me…

"Isaku-san?"

"Huh?"

"Don't worry. None of this is your fault. The family chose to expand, and your grandfather had no intention of involving you in it, regardless of the consequences. Like Sui-san, Senagaki-sama only wants you to be happy."

… Like mom? That means my parents' marriage wasn't a business deal then. That makes me happy.

She ignored the topic of who was to blame for this scenario and tried to steer the conversation again.

"Did you know my mother?"

Keiya's surprise was evident, which was entirely unsurprising to her. Everyone in the family, including him, had avoided mentioning her parents for a long time.

Isaku knew her fragile emotions at the time had everything to do with that, but she had had questions for a long time and hoped to get some answers.

"Yes, I knew her well."

"What was she like? I can hardly remember her face anymore, let alone the sound of her voice."

Keiya looked up for a moment, considering her question carefully before answering.

"You're a spitting image of her. But, she had a fiery temper and no patience whatsoever except when it came to you, her precious daughter."

Isaku smiled and waited for him to continue.

"She was a terrible cook and extremely skilled with a sword."

"Really? Mom could use a sword?"

"Yeah, if she were here today, she'd probably still wipe the floor with me."

"Amazing, I had no idea…" she mumbled.

Keiya grabbed her chin and pressed his lips to hers, slowly building up the intensity between them until, eventually, their tounges were battling for dominance,

He ran his hands under her blouse, cupping her breasts.

She arched her back in response and gently nipped his bottom lip, earning a low growl from the dark-haired man.

"Keiya."

His name rolled off her tongue breathlessly, seeping with need, when she had meant for it to halt him. It had precisely the opposite effect on him, though.

He latched his mouth onto her neck, kissing and nipping it while one of his hands made its way under her skirt.

His fingers toyed with her clothed sex, making her hips buck instinctively.

"God, you're so sexy."

He pulled her panties to the side and plunged two fingers into her already dripping center.

"Nhn, Kei-kun, stop, we're not alone!" she hissed in a hushed tone.

The yakuza pulled her down to better look at his lover's rosy face.

"Forget about him. If he looks back here, I'll cut off his finger."

"Keiya!"

She meant for it to sound like she was scolding him, but it came out as more of an abrupt moan as his fingers started moving again.

"Fuck, you're dripping wet. Say my name again."

"...Keiya." she blushed.

He growled and bit and nibbled her ear, drawing out a heated gasp.

"No, say it like you did before."

"K-Kei-kun?"

He groaned before kissing her passionately.

"Oh, hell yeah. You're so damn cute when you say it like that."

Keiya unbuckled his pants and pulled out his thick, meaty cock, making her blush.

Grabbing her by the hips, the yakuza dragged her toward him so she was flat on her back and pushed her knees near her head.

"Have I ever told you you're the perfect woman… so flexible, so sexy…"

He aligned his shaft to her warm, slick entrance, moving up and down, up and down. She found it torturous and tried to buck into him.

He wouldn't let her, though. "Whoa, not so fast."

"Please," she begged.

"Oh? I thought you wanted me to stop earlier. What changed your mind?"

She bit her lip and attempted a glare, only serving to fuel the sadist that lived within him.

"Keiya!" she cried, a mixture between moan and whine.

He slapped one of her exposed breasts, and she bit back a yelp.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you… inside me," Isaku mumbled, biting her bottom lip.

Violet eyes met blue, and they held each other's gaze as he slowly sheathed himself inside her warm center.

For every inch he buried in her, plush, rosy lips widened further, trying not to moan too loudly.

She brought her arm to her mouth and bit down, trying to silence herself.

"Don't hold back. I want to hear from you."

He rocked his hips against hers in a teasing manner.

"I-sa-ku-san?"

She blushed, looking away from him.

This isn't good. Keiya has that look in his eyes like a dog drooling over table scraps!

He moved to pull her arm away and was surprised to find her resisting. She failed, of course, but it was entertaining for him.

"Come now, be a good girl. I wanna hear you scream my name as I make you cum over and over again."

Keiya's grin widened when he suddenly felt her core quiver around him.

"No, this is embarrassing enough with Kando here!" She hissed louder than she had meant to.

"Heh." He chuckled.

The next thing she knew, he had pulled her upright on his lap, her back pressed to his front, his cock buried deep inside her, with both of his hands cupping her breasts, twisting and pulling on her nipples.

Isaku gasped and moaned. Her embarrassment and pleasure blended dangerously.

She couldn't manage to say anything.

Keiya smirked and gestured to the rearview mirror.

"Take a look, see? Kango-san's eyes are fixed on the road ahead, and that's where they will remain."

In her futile attempt to remain quiet, she had bit her bottom lip so hard it bled. Keiya turned her head to capture her abused lips.

She panicked when one of his arms crossed her chest, grabbing her left breast while his other made its way to her clit.

She broke free of their kiss, "W-wait!"

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he began thrusting in her relentlessly, bouncing her on his lap, rubbing her clit, and twisting her nipple, all serving to overstimulate the poor girl until she finally lost her senses.

He bit down on the nape of her neck, and her moans filled the air, turning her yakuza lover on even more.

"You like this, don't you? Putting on a show for someone other than me…"

"No! You're wrong!" She moaned between cries of pleasure.

"Oh, come now, you can admit it. I kind of like it, too."

Oh my God, how does he know what I'm thinking!? Am I that transparent?

"You're wrong!" She cried, the pleasure in her voice betraying her.

It feels so good, I'm going to cum!

"Well, if that's how you really feel…" he trailed off, his hips slowing down with each word until he came to a complete stop.

She gasped with surprise and desperately tried to lift herself off him, but he held her hips still.

Isaku desperately wanted to move and finish what he had just cruelly denied her.

She whined pitifully, and Keiya kissed and nibbled up the expanse of her neck before breathing gently on her ear.

She shivered in his grasp and bucked her hips to no avail.

"What's wrong? I thought you wanted me to stop?"

Her only reply was to try and wrestle his hands off her hips, but she could pry his grip off of her.

"Heh, that won't do." he chuckled.

Still, she couldn't find the words and knew he would never give her what she wanted unless she begged him.

Isaku whimpered in her dilemma, and he nearly felt sorry for her.

"You know, even without using your words, your body says a lot… The way you grip me at the thought of being heard and seen, for instance, or even just how dripping wet you are, you're so embarrassed you can't even bring yourself to deny it. Because deep down, you want this just as badly as I do."

"Keiya… please." she stuttered barely above a whisper.

As a reward, he slowly brought her up and down.

"Go on."

She gulped and bit her lip again.

"Please, don't make me say it."

"Heh. You should know better than that by now." He smirked.

She was nearly in tears as she worked up the courage to admit her feelings, and to her surprise, he took pity on her, leaning forward so that she could easily whisper into his ear.

"Now then, I'm listening, Isaku-san," His husky voice teased.

"I-I want you to fuck me right here where your subordinate can hear you taking your woman."

"Good girl."

It was a pleasurable and tiring car ride home for the two lovers. Usually, Keiya would have just dropped her off at the gate to their home, but today, he carried her inside.

She was thankful to him as he took her to their room. He even helped her get changed.

"Sleep and then get yourself cleaned up. I'll be home late, so don't wait for me."

She nodded and watched as he left the room. It took less than a few minutes for her to fall asleep soundly.

She woke up a few hours later, still feeling like she could sleep more, but decided against it. Instead, she went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. After her shower, she didn't feel like sleeping anymore and instead realized how hungry she was.

"Right then, I'll see what the boys cooked for dinner and then do my homework," she told herself in the mirror, looking over herself one last time to ensure she was decent.

When she entered the central kitchen, she noticed someone standing in the fridge and was about to say hello before she realized who it was.

No way… is that Tamaru-san?

She was sure it was him when he turned to the side and held a jug up to the light.

Her body moved on its own. Gripping a pan off the counter, she held it like a baseball bat and closed in on him from behind.

"Hah!" she yelled as fiercely as she could muster.

He turned into the pan just as she swung it.

"Shit! That fucking hurt, you people are crazy!"

He was about to punch his assailant until he realized who she was, "Isaku-chan? What are you doing here!?"

"Someone help!" She yelled

He clamped a hand over her mouth and shushed her.

"Hey, don't freak out. I'm not going to hurt you!"

She bit down on his hand, and he tried to hold in the pain but lost his nerve, "Owe, don't bite me!"

"Help!"

"Hey! Seriously, I'm not going to-"

"Isaku-sama, what's wrong!" A group of yakuza men yelled as they charged in.

She kicked Tamaru in the nuts once he was distracted, and he held himself as he collapsed at her feet.

"There's an intruder!" she announced, pointing to the carrot top, who was currently rolling on the ground and moaning in pain.

The yakuza men tried to hold it in, but once one of them started laughing, all of them did.

"Hey, didn't you hear me!?"

The oldest one regained his composure and straightened himself out. "Right, was that all? He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"N-no, I'm fine."

She was getting irritated as some of them continued to laugh at her.

What the hell is their problem!?

"Hey! What the hell is going on here?"

Ruka-san! Thank goodness!

The white-haired yakuza raised an eyebrow at the scene before him.

The other yakuza bowed to show their respect, and one of them piped up, "Senagaki-san mistook the kid for an intruder, Sir."

"Huh. God, you are a loser. Stop sniveling on the floor and get up already. If she can take you out, you've got a long road ahead of you."

"Yeah, whatever. She got me by surprise, is all…"

In an instant, Ruka closed the distance between them and shoved the barrel of his pistol in the boy's mouth.

"What did I say about manners?"

A muffled apology was trying to escape, and Ruka pulled it out only to press it to the teen's temple.

"Forgive me, I'm sorry."

"Hn, I suggest you find some, or you won't last long as my little brother."

Isaku watched with wide eyes as her schoolmate stood up to follow Ruka.

"What? Hey, hold on, Tamaru-san is a Senagaki-gumi now? How did this happen?"

Ruka nodded at his subordinates, "The rest of you go ahead. The kid and I will catch up."

The white-haired man sighed before turning to face the young girl, and Isaku watched how his frustration seemed to melt away in mere seconds.

The yakuza leader bowed to her, and Tamaura followed behind, albeit poorly. She could instantly tell he was genuinely trying and let the hostility in her body fade away.

"Isaku-san, I beg you to forgive Tamura-kun. His previous behavior towards you is indefensible, and I swear it will never happen again. We are truly sorry."

She looked them over carefully and with mixed feelings.

Well, this has ruined my appetite.

"I accept your apology."

As they lifted their heads, she was already walking out the way she had come.

"Welcome to the family, Tamura-san."

There was no emotion behind the words; Isaku merely uttered them on a whim, and she could have easily banished him from her sight instead.

After completing her homework, she readied for bed. The young girl's eyelids grew heavy, and she gave in to sleep.

Keiya returned home just past midnight and sat on the edge of the bed, watching Isakua as she slept. He was going to talk to her in the morning and was sure she'd be upset, so he wanted to enjoy her peaceful face more before he went to sleep, too.