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Kaiji stomps through the sliding glass doors out of the parlor with her hands stuffed in her jacket pockets, the blinding light from the inside fading as she enters the street lit by neon signs and street lights. So much for winning something for once, curse that damn Pachinko machine. If she wanted to pay to watch some balls drop, she’d just ask to spectate in a whorehouse. Although, she wishes she was smart enough to have thought that way three hours ago, back when she actually had two pennies to rub together.

As she walks farther toward her apartment, the bustling crowd begins to thin out a little. What once was a huge crowd of people packed like sardines is now an occasional group of people or a lone passerby on their own nightly mission. Kaiji sighs and kicks a can from a scattered pile of litter, the clatter of the metal against pavement echoing through the street, drowning out quiet conversations. 

Finding the temptation to dwell harder and harder to resist, she makes a last-ditch effort and mindlessly looks around as she walks, trying to distract herself from everything that went wrong today. Every which way her eyes turn is boring, uninteresting, anything but captivating. Nothing is working. Her thoughts continue to sink deeper and deeper despite her attempts to think of anything but the fact that she has no money, no job, no life. A failure of an adult at the ripe age of twenty-two. This is the pits.

Just as all seems lost, a glimmer of hope, a light at the end of the tunnel, shines in the darkness of the night, overtaking even the brightest of lights. Kaiji catches a glimpse in the small crowd of a head of white hair, standing a little taller than the rest. She quickens her pace a little, pushing through the crowd to reach who she thought it was. Who she hoped it was. When she makes it through the crowd, it’s confirmed. The woman walks in a relaxed pace, bag slung over one of her broad shoulders. She smiles and runs up behind her.

“Akagi!” Kaiji calls out. 

Akagi comes to a stop, turning around. She looks at her expectantly, waiting to hear what Kaiji wants. It’s late, after all. It’s only natural that she’d not want to be disturbed at a time like this. “Kaiji. You’re out late.”

“Ahhh, yeah, yeah,” Kaiji waves her hand dismissively. “Akagi, I found you at just the perfect time!”

Akagi’s obviously not buying into any of it, but she listens anyway. She hums in acknowledgment, a signal to continue.

“You’re a great mahjong player, right? I’ve got nothing on me—really need some cash,” Kaiji says, an overly excited smile on her face. She gestures as she speaks, her hand held up, thumb rubbing over her index and middle finger. “And I could really use a win right about now… Think you could do me a favor?”

“A favor?” Akagi asks monotonously, already having seen this coming the moment she heard Kaiji’s voice amidst the crowd.

“Listen, all you’ve gotta do is win some high-stakes game with those creepy tricks you use, and we can split the money fifty-fifty! Easy, right? Whaddya say?”

“No,” Akagi refuses without hesitation. “Like a leech,” she thinks. She repositions her feet, turns around, and starts to walk off. “I don’t care about money. You have a job, don’t you?”

Kaiji groans and rubs her temple before breaking into a jog to catch up and walk beside the taller woman deeper and deeper into the city. “I got fired, alright? But that’s not the point! Come on, please? I’ll do anything! Isn’t that enough thrill for you?” Akagi’s eyes narrow ever so slightly, and she stops in the middle of an alley. She turns around and looks down at Kaiji, who claps her hands together and begs with less dignity than a dog. “Just win one game for me and I’ll be out of your hair, promise! I’ll do anything, really!”

Akagi adjusts her bag and cocks her head to the side slightly, eyebrows raised, “Anything?” Her eyes trail to the surgical scars around the knuckles of Kaiji’s left hand and then back to her face.

Kaiji grins from ear to ear and nods, her eyes wide with hope. “Anything!” She looks expectantly into Akagi’s eyes. “Just say it and I’ll do it!”

“...Your fingers.”

“Huh? My fingers?” Kaiji blinks a couple of times, confused.

“If you want me to play for you, I want the fingers off of your right hand.” Kaiji just looks at her for a second, slack-jawed. Is she crazy? Don’t answer that, actually. Akagi’s eyes look intense, different from her usual flat expression. Even though there’s clear conviction, Kaiji’s gut tells her that's not all there is to it. There’s something else behind her eyes alongside it, spelling double trouble. Kaiji feels her muscles tense and her back straightens up a little.

She crosses her hands over each other and yells, “No fucking way! Why the hell would I put myself through that!?”

“You said ‘anything,’” Akagi deadpans.

“I- well, maybe, but- ugh! Pick something else!”

And that’s when Akagi strikes. She looks to the side and strokes her chin with her free hand. “Hmm,” she lets Kaiji wait, drawing out her hum. It’s only when a sly grin grows on Akagi’s face that Kaiji realizes she’s playing into something. Before she can address her suspicion, Akagi speaks, her tone too soft to fit her snake-like expression. “Then your body. Let me do anything I please to your body for tonight, and you’ll get your money.”

“ Huh!? My body!? As if I’d do that, either!” Kaiji exclaims, face flushing in an instant. She continues, “You’re out of your mind!”

Akagi sports a smug smirk that Kaiji would just love to punch right off her face, but she’s seen how that girl fights. She’d lose way more than just an opportunity for some cash. Akagi’s quiet voice drowns out the city’s noise that leaks into the alleyway, “There is no logic in gambling, no reward without risk. You, of all people, should know that, Kaiji. ‘Go big or go home,’ right?” 

Her words frustrate Kaiji beyond belief because she’s right . Kaiji is in no way one to talk. She looks down at her sneakers, eyebrows furrowing. The purpose of survival doesn’t change the fact that she bet all the things she did for the chance to get some money all those times. Her hands ball into fists. How is this any different? What is dignity in the face of some cash, anyway? Besides, it’s not like they’d be doing it here … 

“Well?” Akagi asks, applying some pressure. Barely illuminated by a nearby, flickering neon sign, her eyes glow brightly with clear intent.

“I… You’re a real piece of shit, you know that?” Kaiji flexes her fingers, palms clammy and warm, and swallows dryly. She looks up at Akagi, reluctant but blinded by greed. “Deal.”

Akagi looks satisfied and drops her bag, “Okay.”

“Why’d you drop your bag?” Kaiji asks curiously before continuing, “I, uh, saw a hotel when I was on my way to my place. We can go there. Get your stuff.” Kaiji’s eyes fall everywhere but on Akagi. She moves her feet to turn her body and lead Akagi there, but Akagi firmly grabs her by the arm and pulls her back. She grunts when she’s shoved against the wall of a building, the sudden impact startling her out of her skin. A start quickly turns to anger, and she struggles against Akagi’s hold. “What was that for!?”

“Who said we’re going anywhere?” Akagi’s voice, Kaiji will admit, is usually somewhat calming. But right now, all it does is make her blood run cold. Her heartbeat thumps in her ears. Her hands grip Akagi’s arm tightly, fingers digging into her skin, and she looks up at her with wide eyes.

She feels light, and adrenaline starts to pump through her veins. She chuckles in disbelief, a strained look on her face. “You’re joking, right? Here? ”

“Did I ever say otherwise?” Akagi presses her a little harder against the wall for emphasis, but not enough to hurt. Kaiji realizes just how fucked she is, in more ways than one.

“C-Come on, don't make me do this here…” Kaiji’s voice is low and shaky. She looks to the side, nervously glancing at the alley’s entrance, down at the ground, and back up at the woman. She whines out a plea for mercy, tears pricking at her eyes, “Akagi…”

Akagi’s hard gaze leaves no room for negotiation, and her heart certainly has no room for mercy , of all things. “You’re the one who accepted the deal,” she says, her flat tone solidifying Kaiji’s feeling of dread. She’s seriously gonna do things to her, right here, in public! “Or are you so pathetic that you’d back out after begging me for a chance?”

Kaiji’s pride takes a blow with those words, and she instantly becomes defensive, stiffening up in anger. “I’m not- I’m not backing out, okay!?” She yells, the sound of her voice bouncing through the alley sobering her up a little. She quiets down, her words hushed and posture slumped in defeat. “Just, just give me a second…”

Akagi obliges and backs off a bit, no longer holding Kaiji against the wall. Kaiji remains there, trying to focus on her breathing and steady her shaking hands. She doesn’t try to back out or run; she knows very well that she’s in no position to run or fight. Akagi may look relaxed, but that’s because she’s confident, both that Kaiji isn’t stupid enough to try to get out of this, and that she’d be able to put a stop to whatever Kaiji comes up with within seconds. She takes a deep breath and shuts her eyes before looking up at Akagi with furrowed brows and a reluctant expression. The moment she meets Akagi’s eyes, she feels her heart rate pick up, and she looks away as quickly as possible. “Okay. I’m, um… I’m as ready as I’ll get, I think,” she croaks.

Akagi hums in acknowledgment, far too casual for something like this, and Kaiji watches as Akagi shoves her bag to the side with her shoe before straightening herself up a little. Her eyes fall on Kaiji’s, and Kaiji can’t look away. She gives a fox-like smile, eyes narrowing as she looks down at her, and takes a step forward. “Let’s get started then.”

Feeling the shakes come on again, Kaiji flexes her fingers nervously and waits for Akagi to make a move. But she doesn’t.

“Pull up your shirt,” Akagi demands, quiet yet resolute. Her gaze is expectant, unwavering.

Kaiji hesitates. She bows her head in submission and shrugs off her jacket, the sound of it hitting the ground ringing loud in her ears. She grabs the hem of her shirt and shuts her eyes tightly for a moment before pulling it up and bunching it just beneath her chin, holding it there like a dog with its tail between its legs. Akagi’s eyebrows raise. That’s a surprise. Kaiji’s chest is much larger than she expected, her breasts held up by a pretty white bra, lined with white lace and a small red bow in the center, that looks expensive—more than Kaiji can afford; a hand-me-down, perhaps?

She lets her hands roam up and down Kaiji’s curves, the corner of her mouth coming up in a smug smile when she feels Kaiji shiver beneath her hands. She holds Kaiji’s waist with one hand and slides the other up her navel to her belly, feeling every bit of skin she can. Her palm follows the cute trail of dark hair that leads up to her belly button. Kaiji can’t help but squirm a little, the ticklish feeling of Akagi’s cold palm sliding up her tummy so different from her own, so other that she is painfully aware of what she’s letting Akagi do to her.

Now focused on her chest, Akagi doesn’t take much time to gawk and instead goes in for the kill and pushes the bra cups down beneath Kaiji’s breasts before grabbing them in her hands. Kaiji yelps and stiffens, but she doesn’t resist. She grips her bunched-up shirt so hard that her knuckles are turning white. 

Akagi’s eyes are trained on Kaiji’s warm chest, squeezing the near-hypnotizingly heavy mounds of soft fat. Christ, her tits don’t even fully fit into her hands. For the first time in a long while, Akagi feels her ears get hot. She kneads her tits for a couple of seconds, pressing them together and squishing them before rubbing her thumbs over her nipples, earning a quiet sigh from her. Kaiji won’t look up from the ground. It seems she’s sensitive. Her cheeks are so red, the pretty flush on her skin spreading down to the top of her chest. Akagi continues, determined to see more reactions from the woman.

She experiments a little, keeping her eyes and ears focused on only her to catch any subtle changes in her breath and movements. Kaiji tries her best to remain quiet and digs her teeth into her lip to keep any sounds from coming out. Akagi makes sure that that does not last long. She twirls the buds of Kaiji’s nipples in her fingers, and Akagi instantly knows she’s hit the jackpot when Kaiji’s back arches slightly, and a little squeak escapes her. Her eyes flit up to glance at Akagi every couple of seconds with nervous desperation.

“W-Why,” Kaiji asks quietly, “aren’t you touching anywhere else?”

This makes Akagi curious. Isn’t it obvious? Her face remains neutral, “Are you saying you want me to touch you in other places?”

Kaiji stiffens, not knowing how to explain. “That’s, um, not what I meant.” Akagi looks back at her chest, lazily kneads her breasts, and continues rubbing her nipples with her thumbs. Kaiji tenses up at the touch and looks a little confused. She feels hot as if suddenly it was 10 degrees warmer outside. “It just, mmh, it feels kinda weird…”

Oh, now she gets it. Akagi smiles devilishly and hums in understanding. She digs a little deeper, “How so?”

“I don’t know, it’s just… weird! It never felt like this when I did it…” Akagi’s eyebrows raise and she has to hold back a chuckle when Kaiji freezes upon realizing her blunder.

She looks Kaiji in the eyes, “You’ve tried this before, then, huh?”

Kaiji blinks and stares at her, cogs turning in her head as her brain works overtime to figure out how not to admit to this. Nothing comes up. “W-Well, what girl hasn’t!? I, uh, I’d always heard how it felt good, and…” Internally, Kaiji is kicking herself in the stomach over and over. Why is she still talking? “It… didn’t feel like anything. T-that’s why this is weird!” 

Akagi doesn’t respond and continues playing with Kaiji’s tits, leaving her a little frustrated. It takes all of her effort not to squirm or try to break away from Akagi’s touch, and every time she rubs and twists at her nipples there’s this warm, sinking feeling in her gut that makes her even hotter. Akagi pinches, gently at first, and pulls, coaxing a moan from Kaiji’s lips. She stares down at Akagi’s fingers, confused. Why does this feel good? Why now, here, with her , of all people? Her cold fingers and equally cold gaze feel invasive on her skin, yet the sensation is being welcomed by her body. She squeezes her shirt tightly.

The frustration builds. All she can hear aside from the faraway, busy sounds of the city are her own embarrassing noises and strained breathing, and the occasional rustle of Akagi’s clothes as she shifts her hands. It’s humiliating. She wishes Akagi would just get to the point and move on from her tits already. She wants to feel the chill of those hands elsewhere. The blunt thought shocks Kaiji, but it has another effect, too. She presses her thighs together, the heat in her body growing. 

The subtle movement does not escape Akagi’s eyes. The corner of her lip curls up in a smirk.

Kaiji makes a tiny noise of surprise when Akagi stops touching her chest, and right when she’s about to say something—a complaint that she’d get embarrassed about, probably—Akagi crouches down and looks up at her. Kaiji remains still, unable to move even if she wanted to as Akagi’s hands move to unbutton her jeans and slowly unzip them. They both just look at each other for a second, Kaiji’s lips pressed together in a straight line. Her hands quiver and hold onto her shirt like a lifeline as Akagi begins to pull down her pants, both pairs of eyes locked onto them as they slowly slide down.

She shivers a little when the cold air hits her thighs, and once they reach her knees, Akagi lets them fall on their own and pool at her ankles, leaving her in her panties. Her very, very cute panties. Akagi looks up, a smirk playing on her lips. “Strawberries?”

“S-shut up!” Kaiji whispers angrily, humiliation rising tenfold. Her face reddens more the longer she looks Akagi in the eyes, and for some reason, she can’t look away. If it weren’t for her insistence on staying quiet, she’d have been screaming the worst obscenities she could think of by now. “They were on sale, and… and I liked them. Can a girl not look cute every once in a while, you creep?”

“Never took you for the strawberry type, is all.” Akagi wasn’t lying, she didn’t expect Kaiji to wear such… tasteful underwear. The girl dresses like a bum, for God’s sake. Who would ever think she’d be wearing such cute stuff under those clothes? They even have a little red bow, too, just like her bra does. Akagi raises an eyebrow slightly, “What’s the special occasion?”

Kaiji is silent for a moment, eyes boring into the ground. She mumbles something, but her voice is too quiet to hear. Akagi asks her to speak up, and she forces the words out, “I… F-for good luck.”

“For good luck?” Akagi repeats. The look on her face tells Kaiji that she not only knows exactly what she wanted that luck for, but that she’s mocking her, too. She nods her head and bites her lip. Akagi smirks and pulls the elastic of Kaiji’s panties taut for them to smack against her hip, making her flinch. “Seems Lady Luck wasn’t on your side tonight.”

“Yeah, guess not…” Kaiji whispers sarcastically, only for her voice to trail off into an exhale when Akagi hooks her fingers under the sides of her panties and starts to gently pull them down. Kaiji’s first instinct is to hide herself, to shut her legs tight and curl up, but she can’t move. Akagi’s eyes are on hers, keeping her in place. Her hands squeeze tightly around her shirt and she clenches her eyes shut when she feels them pulled down past the point of no return. She feels like she’s going to cry when they drop down to her ankles, her throat getting a little tight. She’s completely, totally exposed.

Akagi’s hands trail up to her inner thighs, thumbs caressing the soft skin. She briefly enjoys the sight; Kaiji frozen in place with her eyes screwed shut, holding her shirt up to show her chest with her pants and panties in a bundle at her ankles, exposing her pretty pussy. Short, dark hair surrounds it and trails upwards from her navel to her bellybutton. Kaiji whimpers from the back of her throat when Akagi leans forward and blows on her slit, relishing in the way she flinches from the cold air making contact with her hot arousal.

Kaiji’s breath hitches when Akagi gently spreads open her lips, and she peeks one eye open. Akagi smiles and looks up at her and she feels that hot, sinking feeling again when their eyes meet. “You’re wet already.”

“I, I um… I’ve never—” Kaiji’s voice is heavy as she forces the words from her mouth, and she puts her hands over her face. If she could sink into the floor, disappear into the wall of this building, and never reappear, she’d love that, she really would. But in reality, she’s stuck here, forced to come to terms with the fact that she’s wet from the sight of Akagi’s face so close to her pussy. In an alleyway, at that. She can’t resist peeking through her fingers out of morbid curiosity at the feeling of Akagi guiding her hips upward slightly, presumably for a better angle, before leaning forward and flicking her tongue out to gently lick at her sex. If it weren’t for the woman’s hands holding her thighs, she’d have clamped her legs shut in an instant.

The feeling is so strange and foreign. Her hips stiffen from the slick wetness of Akagi’s tongue sliding between her folds, licking a stripe up to her clit. She shudders. Strange as it may be, it makes her breath a little heavier the next time Akagi does it. The third time, when her tongue reaches her clit, a pulse of pleasure runs through her body and that sinking feeling comes back in full force, so much so that she feels a little faint. 

“A-Akagi… Ah, this feels-” Kaiji whines her name, fingers clenching and unclenching over her bunched-up shirt. Her hips roll forward slightly when Akagi circles her tongue over her entrance. She’s never felt this way before. So hot and shaky, as if she’s barely in control of her body. Her voice comes out in quiet squeaks and whines without her being able to stop it. “Feels- good,” she breathes out. Akagi’s tongue dips into her hole and she has a whole-body shudder, “So good.”

Encouraged by her words, Akagi snakes her hands up and grabs handfuls of Kaiji’s ass, pulling her hips forward, and shoves her tongue deeper. Kaiji’s eyes nearly roll back, and she lets out a high-pitched cry that she never once thought would come from her mouth on any occasion. After a little while, Akagi pulls her tongue out and returns to her clit, and Kaiji’s yet again reduced to a shuddering mess.

However, Kaiji is suddenly knocked out of her pleasured stupor by the sound of distant conversation. A person chats away on the phone, and their voice echoes through an adjacent alley—a ways away, but only getting closer to the one they’re in. With wide eyes, she looks down at Akagi and whispers desperately, “Stop, stop!”

Akagi knows what she’s afraid of, she heard it too. She doesn’t care. If anything, it just makes this whole thing more entertaining for her. She continues, and Kaiji bites back a moan. She’s scared out of her mind. What if they get caught? What if she’s seen like this, her pants and panties pooled at her ankles, her shirt stuck bunched beneath her chin by her arms as she’s being taken by some street punk like a helpless damsel in distress? She can’t take it!

The voice remains in place for a little bit, simply speaking to the other person on the phone, before the person resumes their walk.

“Nnnh, stop, they’re coming!” Kaiji whines desperately. Her hands shoot to her mouth in an attempt to silence herself when she hears the voice get closer again. She lets out a muffled “please,” but Akagi doesn’t stop, tightens her hold on Kaiji’s ass to keep her close, and only intensifies her ministrations. Kaiji desperately holds back as many sounds as she can as tears prick at her big eyes, wide with fear and shock that Akagi just isn’t stopping .

Akagi stuffs her tongue inside Kaiji’s entrance once again—deeper this time—in one sudden movement, beginning to thrust it in and out, in and out, in vicious motions that rip a squeal from her throat and make her legs shake. Kaiji can’t risk taking her hands off her mouth, so she just takes it, her back leaning up against the wall with her legs spread open as the perfect chance for Akagi to practically devour her pussy. One of Akagi’s hands roams over to thumb at her clit, and the sweetest little sound finds its way out of her mouth, muffled against her hands as she shakes her head frantically.

“Mm-mm, mm-mm! ” Akagi doesn’t listen and instead applies a little pressure as she rubs Kaiji’s clit, and the poor girl can’t help but buck into it, eyelids fluttering with a pathetic little whine. She then pulls away, a strand of slick still connecting her lips to Kaiji’s pussy before breaking. 

Kaiji lets herself think, for a split-second, that her begging was what made Akagi withdraw. However, the very moment her hands loosen from around her mouth to let out a quick sigh of relief, Akagi plunges two fingers into her soaked pussy, and Kaiji sobs against her hands just in the nick of time to muffle it a little as they slide in down to the knuckle with little resistance. She shuts her eyes as tight as possible as Akagi starts to swirl her tongue around her clit.

“Just endure, just endure,” Kaiji thinks to herself, blinking to keep her eyes focused. She just has to stay quiet and wait until that person goes somewhere else. Yeah, somewhere else. Sure, they’re definitely right around the corner, but they’ll turn around. She won’t let Akagi win this, she can’t!

Or so she thought.

It barely takes more than five seconds for Akagi to curl her fingers just right and ram right into a spot that makes stars burst like bubbles behind Kaiji’s eyelids and force out a loud mewl from deep in her throat.

That’s it. She’s done for. Done. Fresh tears begin to cascade down her red cheeks. That was so loud . There’s no way whoever is out there didn’t hear that. As if to confirm that suspicion, the person abruptly stops speaking and pauses before saying to whoever was on the other end of the phone, their voice now hushed, “I’ve, uh, gotta take a detour, actually. I’ll be a little late, sorry.” The next thing the two of them hear is the sound of their footsteps quickly fading, blending into the noises of the city. She’s so humiliated she could die.

She doesn’t even have time to let it sink in when the pads of Akagi’s fingers press against that spot over and over relentlessly in their attempt to drive her out of her mind. She feels herself slide against the wall slightly and rests one of her hands against it to keep herself up, fingers digging into the bricks. A hot, heavy feeling builds up in her core the more Akagi batters against it, and the intensity of it scares Kaiji the closer it gets.

Her legs go a little wobbly when Akagi starts to suck at her swollen clit, the feeling of her tongue swirling around it and the suction coming in rhythmic turns bringing more tears to her eyes. With one hand on the wall, the hand slapped over her mouth flies off and grabs a fistful of Akagi’s hair to push her away, but she couldn’t help but pull her closer instead. Akagi looks slightly surprised for a moment as her nose is stuffed further into the dark hair of her cunt before looking up at Kaiji with an almost mischievous glimmer in her eyes. Kaiji’s teeth break the skin of her lip as she tries her damndest to keep quiet and fails miserably, quickly giving up altogether.

“Ah-Akagi, please, please , oh-” Kaiji rolls her hips onto Akagi’s fingers, unable to control it, and keens. The sounds of her voice echo through the alley, and Akagi looks just about as pleased as she can be while Kaiji unravels on her fingers and keeps mumbling gibberish pleas through sobs, watery eyes nearly shut, face contorted in pleasure. She’s frantically grinding her hips to get Akagi’s fingers deeper, the pleasure mounting higher and higher until all the built-up tension in her belly snaps . She lets out a quiet little high-pitched gasp and her hips stutter, muscles going taut, and a drawn-out mewl escapes her drool-slicked lips when she convulses in an intense orgasm.

When she finally comes down, Akagi withdraws and pulls her fingers out. Kaiji slowly slides down the wall and her ass hits the ground. Unable to hold herself up for long with such weak, shaky limbs after being so wound up, she simply falls limply onto the ground. Faint whimpers and pants can be heard from her with each twitch caused by the aftershocks.

Akagi simply admires her work, taking in the sight of this fucked-out girl. She cocks her head a little to get a better view of Kaiji’s face. Her eyes are slightly dazed, blinking in an attempt to get them to focus properly, and her face is covered in tears and snot. She’s spread out on the ground, half her body exposed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat that lets the soft light of the night reflect from her skin and accentuate her pretty curves. Pretty, that’s exactly it. She looks pretty like this, all wrecked.

Akagi gets up and reaches for her bag with her clean hand and wipes her mouth and other hand with a handkerchief, smiling smugly at the sight of Kaiji’s broken state. She crouches down to Kaiji’s level. “You said there was a hotel nearby, right?” The neon light flickers yet again, reflecting red in Akagi’s eyes. “I might take you up on that offer.”