Fun & Games in the Red-Light District

The cool gritty streets of Domino city's red-light district were Yugi and Yami's secret playground. Located a few stations away, the lurid place was a welcoming contrast from the family-friendly trading card scene of downtown Domino. Yugi took in all the night's exhilarating sensations. He meandered past smokey pachinko parlors, late-night establishments ran by shady yakuza, and dark alleys from where hushed moans of forbidden pleasure and other clandestine dealings sounded. His nostrils were filled with the collective smells of deep-fried grease from food stalls, sewage from open gutters, and skunky marijuana that permeated the air, and he watched a pack of decked out sports cars and street bikes race down the street, their obnoxious engines deafening onlookers as they ripped by.

The sleaziest of humans stalked these streets, and there was an unspoken "don't ask, don't tell" rule among the patrons and purveyors of the district as they sold and browsed for illegal drugs, forbidden tech, underage students for "dates," among other obscure wares. Yugi recognized but ignored the faces of those students from his school, and they ignored him as that unofficial rule applied to them as well, or else they would all be risking expulsion from school. They were all here to work or play. Down here, people didn't give a shit about you, nor did anyone give a shit about Duel Monsters, and it was perfect. As much as Yugi loved the game and his "king of games" title, indulging in his secret hobbies was refreshing, and of course his other half was intrigued with the idea of partaking in more—illicit activities.

During his first few visits to the district, the people gawked at him, shocked that such a small child was roaming the dangerous area at a time when most were at home watching cartoons and getting ready for bed.

"Little boy, you shouldn't be here," concerned prostitutes said to him. "Are you lost?"

But by now, as he swayed past them in his dark coat, leather pants, flashy buckles and belts, and his large round eyes glazed over from the intoxicating feeling of the bindings cutting into his skin underneath his coat—the women learned to avoid him. He groaned from the squeezing feeling around his chest and torso, between his thighs, and the weighted sensation in his asshole from the steel anal plug he inserted before leaving his home.

He arrived in front of a love hotel, where a group of high school girls were smoking cigarettes and waiting for patrons. His body was on fire from his deep state of arousal making his hot breath form small visible humid clouds in front of him. If it wasn't for his coat, his erection would've been difficult to hide.

The girls backed away from him, knowing that he was "the weird one," and their street prowess detected a shadowy aura of danger that surrounded the boy's small stature.

He scanned the passing crowd of men in long dark coats, their eyes glimpsing at the girls, and a few at him, but only quick guilty glimpses. Packs of horny old men prowled these streets, and he had to find the right one so he could start his turn in their night of fun.

Yugi, Yami's ephemeral visage emerged next to him. Your heart is racing. I'm curious as to what you're planning.

"Go back in, Yami. You'll ruin the surprise," Yugi said aloud, smiling to himself.

The girls moved further away from him.

But you're so excited that you're shaking. It's starting to affect me.

Yugi could hear the aroused edge starting to line Yami's usually calm voice. It made him shiver in excitement, knowing that he was the reason for turning him on.

"No peeking. You'll have to wait."

An older balding man appeared from the stream of people and walked toward him. He couldn't take his eyes off Yugi.