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Violent images flash into Higashi's mind; the bang, the blood, Hamura's breath on her ear making her tremble, the gun shaky in her hand. The warmth of her captain's body around hers, the shock of the trigger pulled, she tosses and turns, the night's events making her usual insomnia worse than usual. Higashi knows this is an inevitability as a yakuza; she's surprised she hasn't had to take a life before. But she didn't really kill Red Nose, did she? It may have been her finger, but Hamura was technically the one who pulled the trigger. Hamura said that Higashi had proven her loyalty, but would that truly be enough for her captain?
Higashi sits up, her arms wrapped around her knees. I know she wants more from me, she thinks. She remembers Hamura's words, not sure if she said them to her just to provoke her, or if she intended something more intimate behind them.
"Oh wow. You scream like a fucking whore. Kind of a turn-on, to be honest."
Higashi doesn't want to admit that the Captain's sordid words both frighten and arouse her. Why the hell would she be turned on both by such a creepy comment and the resulting murder afterwards? I'm a goddamn freak, she thinks. The Captain is a bad influence, I guess. She considers sharing what happened with Matsugane-san but knows it would be of no use. She fears that it won't be long until Hamura's taken over the family completely.
Higashi rises, walking towards the kitchen to brew some calming tea, but her phone rings. She swears the room is suddenly colder. She picks up the phone, hesitantly peeking out from behind her other hand to see the caller. Hamura really couldn't have waited until morning, she just has to torment Higashi at three in the morning.
"H-hello," is all Higashi can manage to say.
Hamura responds with laughter. "Higashi, Higashi, is that any way to greet your Captain? And after all I've done for you." Images of the Red Nose's corpse falling into the sewer come to mind, blood mixing with water and Hamura's sadistic grin. Higashi hesitates, but takes a deep breath, desperate to regain her composure.
"S-sorry, captain! What can I do for you?"
"Well, Higashi, it's been a long night, and I'm feeling a bit lonely," Homura says, smirking. The older woman has Higashi exactly how she wants her, and the sound of Higashi's wavering voice just spurns her on.
"Oh, uh, really?" Higashi replies, unsure of how she wishes Hamura will respond.
"Yes, really. Why else would I be calling you this late, kid?" Hamura says, a hint of irritation in her voice. "Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't need sleep or something, did you?"
"No ma'am! I am always here for you! It is my duty as a member of the Matsugane fami-"
"Higashi. I need your attention, but not for that reason. Let's say I require more...proof that you're loyal. Loyal to me."
Higashi's stomach is in knots and she berates herself for her sudden gift of prediction. There's no way she would be calling her like this without a serious ulterior motive. Hasn't she been humiliated enough?
"Higashi! The fuck are you doing? You deaf, girl?"
"Crap, sorry!" Higashi sighs. "How do I need to prove my loyalty further?"
Hamura laughs, the deep rumble of her husky voice filling Higashi's ears.
"Well to start, pay the fuck attention to my voice, got it?"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Good. Now, I want you on your knees."
Any sense of playfulness is gone from Hamura's voice, replaced by an overwhelming and commanding presence, even over the phone. The older woman imagines how vulnerable Higashi must feel, wishing she could see her now, but restraining herself, yearning for the thrill of a drawn out process in capturing her prey. God, I wanna fuck her, hear her squeal again, Hamura thinks. But this will do, for now.
"I, what?" Higashi's jaw drops, but before she can protest further, she gets on all fours. "I mean, yes, Captain."
"That's what I thought, Higashi-chan."
The cutesy way Hamura says her name makes Higashi shiver. But was this really that bad? At least the older woman isn't calling her over for an ass beating. Although, that would be way less embarrassing than whatever the fuck this is. Higashi is a goddamn yakuza, for fuck's sake. Yet here her superior is treating her like a plaything.
"What? Don't want me to call you that?" Hamura takes Higashi's silence as a confirmation that her provocation was successful. "Hmm, how about Toru-chan? Yeah, I think that suits you better. My little Toru-chan, always ready to be a good girl for her Captain, isn't she?"
Higashi barely manges to not tell Hamura to fuck off, but knowing what could be in store, she stops herself.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Mmm, you sound so fucking pathetic, Toru-chan. So damn sexy."
God, what a bitch, Higashi thinks. I ain't some chinpira, she wants to say. But she can't deny that Hamura's cruel words aren't just pissing her off. She can't deny how her blood seems to be rushing downward, arousal flaring at the worst possible time.
"But if hearing you like this is getting me going, seeing you," Hamura starts, "well that'd be a fucking delight. Turn on your camera for me, won't you?"
Higashi's face is flushed, and having Hamura see her flustered state is the last thing she wants to do, but Higashi complies nonetheless. Hamura is greeted by the sight of a disheveled Higashi, her hair a mess, her eyes bloodshot, and a fierce expression in her eyes despite the younger woman's obedience. Fuck, she's gonna be fun to break, Hamura thinks.
"While I love seeing your pretty face, Toru-chan, I'm gonna need to see the rest of you. Now."
Higashi pans the camera up and down, giving Hamura a nice view of her in her camisole and panties. They're the only sleep clothes that are clean, and of course it has to be her lingerie that she doesn't wear often.
"Fuck, you always dress like a slut to go to bed? Got someone with you, huh?"
"No, I'm single. They were clean, that's all," Higashi says.
"Look at those tits, goddamn," Hamura starts, "can't believe you've been hiding them under that stupid suit of yours."
Higashi groans. She's always felt awkward about her breasts, often finding them to get in her way. Her wardrobe mainly consists of sports bras that slightly compress them underneath her shirt and suit jacket. She has this stupid lingerie due to a past girlfriend insisting that she wear it for her. Thus, after they broke up, she hardly wore it, preferring the security and practicality of her sports bras and boyshorts.
"You know how you can prove your loyalty, Toru-chan? Strip."
"Strip...what, ma'am?"
Hamura huffs. "You're really trying my patience, girl. Take everything off. Let me see you, now."
Higashi positions her phone so that Hamura can get a good view of her removing her camisole and panties, hoping that it might appease the other woman enough to end this conversation.
"Good, good. Such a gorgeous slut for me. Don't be shy, though. Let me see that pussy."
Higashi's red as a beet but complies, aiming the camera directly at her crotch. She hears rustling on the other end of the phone and then a wet sound. Hamura moans deeply.
"I love it when you're a good girl for me. Look at that pretty pussy." Hamura rubs her clit at the sight, seeing her cute subordinate give her a personal show. Of course, while what's already there is hot, there is always room for improvement. Hamura has the perfect plan to make Higashi her perfect whore.
"D-do you like what you see?" Higashi asks.
"Touch yourself. I wanna see how big your clit can get."
Higashi closes her eyes and tries to imagine literally anything else happening while masturbating. She hates how wet she sounds and how good it feels to finally get some relief. Shit, am I enjoying this, she thinks. She clenches her mouth closed, not wanting any moans to slip out of her mouth.
"Good girl." Hamura keeps stroking herself, her clit throbbing like crazy. Suddenly, Hamura turns the camera on her phone on and pans down to her dripping wet pussy. “Such a pathetic little pussy like yours just won’t cut it. I can hardly see your clit. Look at this, Higashi: got it naturally, unlike your dickless cunt."
Higashi fights back a moan. The older woman has a clit that is larger than Higashi has ever seen. It throbs and pulses with every stroke of Hamura's fingers and is adorned with a large diamond piercing. Higashi hates to admit it to herself, but the sight makes her mouth water. A clit like Hamura’s was made to be worshipped.
“But you’re gonna grow a little cock for me to play with, aren’t you? Gonna hold you down and inject you every week like clockwork, and you’ll be a good little bitch and beg for it. Then once it’s up to my standards, I’m gonna make it nice and pretty with a big ‘ol gem so you’ll match your Captain. Won’t that be nice, Toru-chaaan?”
The thought of Hamura forcing her to change her own body solely for the older woman's sexual pleasure should leave Higashi disgusted, but instead, she isn't revulsed by the idea at all.
"Whatever you say, Captain," Higashi manages to spit out while in a lust-filled haze, her fingers rubbing her clit faster and faster.
"God, you're such a fucking slut. And here I thought you'd put up at least a bit of resistance." Hamura adjusts the camera so her face is back in view. "Well, since you're being good for me, lemme see your face. I wanna see what cute expressions you make when you cream yourself."
Higashi complies, and the smarmy smirk on Hamura's face fuels the fire as she feels seconds away from climaxing.
"Fuck, just like that. Guess you can be a good girl with the right motivation." Hamura strokes her clit, aroused even further by Higashi's pathetic look of pleasure, her subordinate's mouth open wide as she pants, desperate for release.
"Yes, I'm your pretty little slut!" What the hell is Higashi doing? Does she really want to surrender so easily? Normally Hamura's intense gaze would frighten her, but she'd always stand her ground even if it means that a beating is in her future. But now, a mixture of both fear and arousal clouds her judgement as she wonders when the last time she felt this good was. She and Kaito used to mess around when they were younger, but all her attention lately has shifted to Yagami. She doesn't want to assume they're fucking, but she wouldn't be surprised either. But Captain Hamura is here now, encouraging her to give in to her lust. She knows that if she resists, the consequences will be dismal, and for some reason, that comforts her. Higashi couldn't feel bad for cheating on Kaito, if you could even call what they have a relationship, if Hamura forced herself on her, right?
The two continue to moan together, all inhibitions gone, just the two of them enraptured in ecstasy. In this moment, they aren't just a yakuza captain and her subordinate, they're two women lost in their desire for each other, as twisted and toxic as it may be. Higashi cums first with loud whimpers that fuel Hamura's arousal, causing her to cum as well soon after.
They remain silent for a moment as they catch their breaths, utterly sated and spent. Hamura stares directly into Higashi's eyes and clears her throat, trying to regain her composure and control.
"Fuck, Higashi. Can't wait to get my hands on you for real. Tomorrow. My office. 8PM sharp. And I don't have to tell you what happens if you're late."
Hamura hangs up.
Higashi tosses and turns.
She doesn't know if she wants tomorrow to come.