the pact (chainsaw man, aki/reader fanfiction)

chapter 3: mob ties?

cw: smut; sexual harrassment

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After neutralizing the Snake Devil threat, your division is sent home for the day. You decided you would take this time to start your own personal investigation into the men you saw earlier. The easiest way to do this was to gain entrance into one of the Yakuza hangouts. You had the connections; it was just a matter of using them.

You make a quick phone call to one of your former contractors inquiring about private Devil Hunting work with an especially high bounty. 90% of these jobs came from a person who was directly affiliated with the Yakuza. To your luck, your contact tells you that there is a job available for a particularly worrisome Devil that needed to be captured alive. The person requesting the capture of the Devil would be at a hostess club where Yakuza members frequently congregated on Monday nights. You took down the details and planned to make an appearance to get information about the job... and fish for information about the Gang's involvement with Public Safety.

"What changed your mind about doing work for gangsters, [y/n]?" your contact inquires.

"That's not important. Just know I need cash... and fast." This was your best attempt at throwing off any suspicion about what you were up to. The stipulation of your father's will and your new position in Public Safety had not yet spread through your networks, so you were safe for now. You thank your contact for the information and end the call.

If you were going to try to get any information about the organization, you needed to blend in and look the part. You raid your closet for an outfit that made you look hardcore enough to not care about morals and be willing to work with the Gang. You find a leather skirt and a crop top with fishnet sleeves that you decided to match with a pair of boots that reached to your knee.

Spicy enough, you think as you admire yourself in the mirror. You were certainly eye candy. Your skirt was just high enough to reveal the skin of your plushy thighs but keep it tasteful. Your crop top bared your midriff, revealing a dangly navel piercing, and accentuated your ample chest. The fishnet sleeves showed a few small tattoos on your arms. If you couldn't get what you needed off the merit of your skills as a Devil Hunter, you'd certainly get with your charm and appeal.

By the time you finish dressing, fixing your hair, and applying makeup to a freshly washed face, it was in the range of time you were told that the Gang contact would be at the club. You hop in your car and drive there—about 15 minutes or so away. Even if you didn't accomplish your goal tonight, it still felt good to get out of the house and look pretty amidst how melancholy your life was these days.

Putting your car in park, you get out and strut towards the entrance. The bouncer ogles at you and stammers something about taking you on a date, completely ignoring his purpose for working the door in the first place. If you wanted, you could have snuck into the door just based on how horny he was for you, but you decided to go about it the right way by letting him know who you were entering the club to see. He gives you directions to where to find the person and moves aside, catcalling as you walk through the door. Your deep brown eyes roll. It was unfortunate that this type of behavior wasn't new to you. You wanted to just be able to leave the house and not worry about someone else's disgusting behavior but right now, you didn't have time to think about how objectified the bouncer made you feel.

This club is one of the more popular venues in town. You nearly cough on the haziness upon your entrance. The smoke makes your throat burn and it reeks of cannabis, cigarettes, and booze. Scantily clad women served the men seated through the club; the bar was packed for a Monday, attracting a wide range of what looked like Japanese professionals but could have just as easily been Yakuza members.