Yuto Harada knelt down with the utmost respect, his forehead almost touching the floor. The air in the room was heavy with tension as several men, all members of the Harada family, bowed deeply beside him. At the centre of their attention was a striking woman clad in a traditional yukata, her presence commanding both fear and reverence. Her dark hair was pulled back into a neat bun, and her sharp eyes surveyed the room with quiet authority.
She was sitting gracefully, with eroticness oozing out of her, but none of the men in the room dared to even think about her in a situation like that, some out of respect, others out of fear.
Yuto raised his head slightly, addressing her with the respect expected of a dutiful son. "Okaa-sama," he began, his voice steady but filled with the weight of his message. "I delivered the news to Ryo, but... he didn't seem particularly interested to react."
The woman, Harada Misa, showed no immediate reaction, her expression unreadable. However, the other men in the room, including the Second-in-Command and various brothers within the family, couldn't hold back their discontent.
"He carries the Harada name, yet he acts as if we don't exist," one of the men grumbled, his voice laced with irritation.
"Does he think he's too good for us? Never visits, never checks in with the family," another chimed in, his tone accusatory.
"He doesn't even show his face around here!" a third added, his frustration palpable.
The people that were complaining about Ryo's absent was no ordinary people. They were second-in-command of Harada family, that had several business of their own and even feared by so many people and other families for being the most powerful groups in Tokyo.
As the complaints grew louder, Misa suddenly smiled, a calm and knowing smile that instantly silenced the room. She turned her gaze to Yuto, her voice smooth and controlled. "Yuto, it's been years since I last saw Ryo. Tell me, has he grown into a young man?"
Yuto, always the honest and loyal son, nodded. "Yes, Okaa-sama. Ryo... he's grown into a most handsome man. Even though he lacks in the fighting skills our family is known for, he's managed to run the family business like nothing. Everything operates smoothly under his watch."
Misa's eyes softened slightly, a rare glimpse of the affection she once had and still has for her family. "He takes after my younger brother," she said, almost to herself. "When my brother died, I took Ryo in and raised him as my own. He was never a fighter, but he had a sharp mind... just like his father."
Her voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a reminder of the power she wielded. The men in the room listened with bated breath, knowing that her word was law.
"Ryo may be talented in business, but he seems to have forgotten where he comes from," Misa continued, her smile fading as her tone turned cold. "It seems he needs a reminder of who he is and where he belongs."
The room fell into a hushed silence as her words sank in. Misa's authority was absolute, and when she spoke, everyone listened. She turned to one of her Second-in-Command, a man with a stern face and a body covered in tattoos that told the story of his life in the Yakuza.
"Show him the power of the Harada family," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for discussion. "Remind him that he is one of us, whether he likes it or not."
A chilling smile spread across the man's face as he bowed deeply. "Hai, Harada-sama. I will ensure that Ryo-kun receives the message."
The other men in the room exchanged knowing glances, their expressions a mix of anticipation and approval. For them, this was just another day, another task to be carried out in the name of the family.
But Yuto felt a knot form in his stomach. He knew that when his mother gave such an order, it wasn't a simple reminder. It was a warning, one that Ryo could not ignore. He bowed once more, his forehead touching the floor again. "I understand, Okaa-sama. I will support your decision."
With that, Yuto rose to his feet, careful to keep his movements respectful. He slid the door open, ready to leave, but paused as he saw someone approaching from the hallway.
A younger version of Misa walked toward him, her steps graceful and measured. She was dressed in a similar yukata, though her youthful beauty was strikingly different from the mature authority of her mother. It was his sister, Harada Yui.
Yuto clicked his tongue in mild frustration as she entered the room, her presence reminding him of just how complicated the situation had become and knowing her relationship with Ryo. "Yui," he greeted her, his tone respectful but strained.
Yui raised an eyebrow at her brother, sensing the tension in his voice. "What's wrong, Nii-sama?" she asked, her tone light but curious.
Yuto glanced back at the room he had just left, then looked at his sister with a weary expression. "Ryo is done for," he muttered under his breath, his mind already racing with the implications of what was about to unfold.
Yui frowned, her curiosity piqued. "What do you mean? What did Okaa-sama say?"
Yuto shook his head, not wanting to divulge too much in front of her. "Just... be careful, Yui. Things are going to get complicated."
Yui's eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded, understanding that her brother wouldn't say more. "I see. I'll be careful, Yuto."
With that, Yuto stepped aside, allowing Yui to enter the room where their mother waited. As he walked down the hallway, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He had always been loyal to the family, but Ryo... Ryo was different. He didn't fit into the mold that the Harada family had cast for him, and now, he was about to face the consequences of that.
Yuto couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He knew that the order from his mother was final, and that it was up to him to ensure it was carried out. But as he thought of Ryo, the man who had always been more of a businessman than a fighter, he couldn't shake the feeling that this "reminder" would be anything but simple.
Ryo... I hope you're ready for what's coming, he thought to himself, his heart heavy with the burden.
***
"Emi-chan!" Her mother's voice was filled with enthusiasm, but there was an underlying pressure that Emi had grown accustomed to. "How are you? Have you thought about what we discussed?"
Emi sighed inwardly. "I'm fine, Mom. Just busy with work, you know how it is."
"Busy, busy... Emi-chan, you're always busy!" her mother chastised lightly. "But that's no excuse to avoid what's important. Your father and I have been talking, and we think it's time you start focusing on your future. A family, Emi-chan. You're not getting any younger!"
"Mom," Emi interjected, feeling the familiar frustration rising in her chest. "I'm not ready for that right now. I'm focused on my career."
"But you can't wait forever, Emi!" her mother continued, undeterred. "We've even found a few potential partners for you. Good, stable men from respectable families. You should meet them."
Emi gritted her teeth. "I'm not interested in being set up, Mom. I'm perfectly capable of finding someone on my own—when I'm ready."
Her father's voice chimed in from the background, more stern than her mother's. "Emi, you need to think about what's best for your future. We've given you time, but you're not getting any younger. We expect you to at least consider meeting these men."
The pressure was almost unbearable. Emi felt her patience slipping away. "I don't want to meet anyone right now," she said firmly. "I'm happy with my life the way it is."
She knew these men she was supposed to meet were none other than people that would benefit their family business, and knew even though her parents loved her, they always had the idea of pursuing the success more than what they value as a family.
There was a pause on the other end of the line, the silence heavy with disappointment. Finally, her mother spoke again, her voice softer but still insistent. "Emi-chan, we just want you to be happy. A family is important... don't you want that too?"
Emi's frustration reached its peak. She knew they meant well, but they didn't understand her. They didn't see how hard she was working to build a life on her own terms. "I need to go, Mom. I have a lot to do today."
Without waiting for a response, Emi ended the call, her hands trembling slightly. She let out a long sigh, trying to release the tension that had built up during the conversation.
"Why can't they just let me live my life?" she muttered to herself.
She tossed her phone onto the bed and headed for the bathroom. She needed to clear her head, and a hot shower was just the thing to help her unwind. As the water poured over her, she closed her eyes, letting the warmth soothe her tense muscles. The steam filled the room, creating a peaceful, almost surreal atmosphere.
Emi's fingers moved slowly through her slightly blonde hair, massaging the fragrant shampoo into a rich, silky texture. The warmth of the water cascaded over her, hugging the womanly curves of her well-developed ass and breast. Each droplet seemed to dance across her skin, catching the dim light in the bathroom, emphasizing the soft glow that clung to her every curve.
As she closed her eyes, letting the steam envelop her, her thoughts drifted further from the tension of her parents' conversation, sinking instead into the pleasure of the moment. She had a properly shaved vagina that looked as if it had never being used, but she knew it was not true, as Emi had her own collection of toys to play with herself.
For a few minutes, she allowed herself to relax completely, washing away the stress of the day. When she finally stepped out of the shower, her mind felt clearer, her frustration from the call pushed aside for now.
Wrapping herself in a fluffy towel, Emi walked back into her bedroom, picking up her phone from the bed. As she unlocked it, a notification caught her eye. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the word "President" on the screen.
"President?" she murmured, excitement bubbling up inside her. Quickly, she opened the message, hoping it wasn't something too important.
Her eyes widened as she read the text: I'll be picking you up in a few minutes.
"A few minutes?!" Emi gasped, her voice rising in shock. "We were supposed to go to dinner in a few hours! What's he thinking?!"
Panic set in as she realized she had no time to get ready. "Ryo, you idiot!" she cursed under her breath, rushing to her vanity to grab her makeup. She barely had time to process the situation as she hurriedly applied foundation, blush, and eyeliner, her hands moving with the speed of desperation.
Emi was halfway through putting on her mascara when the doorbell rang. She froze, mascara wand still in hand, her heart pounding in her chest.
"No, no, no... It can't be!" she whispered, glancing at the door and then back at her phone. She quickly checked the timestamp on the notification and realized, with a sinking feeling, that it was an old message. She had received it earlier, but because she was on the phone with her parents, she hadn't seen it in time.
She put the phone down, her shoulders slumping as she muttered to herself, "This date is not going to go smoothly, is it?"