yakuza! yuta x camboy! winwin
In which Sicheng just wants to follow his dreams, and Yuta just wants to spoil him.
started 07-27-24 / finished 08-19-24
#10 in Yuwin
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The club lights were fluorescent, but not bright, like a department store. The type of place where the lights were just one contributor of many reasons why this place was a stuffy hell hole.
Yuta was a member of the yakuza, he was the youngest active member at the ripe age of 36, but they already had their eyes on fresh blood for the group, sons of some of the members, waiting until they became mature enough to be involved in the family business. Mr. Tokuno's son, Yushi, already did small tasks one might assign to an intern in a clean business, like helping deliver "packages."
The leader of their sector, Hideto Takarai, took quite a liking to him. Yuta wasn't sure quite what he saw in him, but he loved the yakuza lifestyle. Fast money, danger, loved being in the face of it.
His father hated him for it, he was still a teen when he started hanging out with the yakuza, he began just like how Yushi is. His tried everything he could to keep Yuta from running the streets, but as they say – "you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make 'em drink it."
Takamasa Ishihara was his closest friend, one of the only people he felt like he could trust. He owned the strip club that Yuta had been so commonly dragged to, "Le Petit Mort," he called it. They discussed business manners backstage, it was a good place to do so because of the loud ambiance, hard to wiretap. And Takamasa took great pride in his creation.
Yuta hated it. He hated getting sweaty and overheated at some low class strip club, but his friend owned it, a good way to launder money, he said. Yuta didn't care how much Takamasa swore by this place and his dancers, nothing would make him spend his hard earned cash here.
What Yuta liked to spend money on was a bit different than everyone else in the yakuza, and sure, his buddies thought he was a bit strange for his preference, but he was a man of specific taste, and he knew what he wanted.
After sitting it that claustrophobic club and watching girls meander around the stage with hardly a care, chests exposed as if it were an afterthought, Yuta thankfully got home in time for what he really wanted to see.
He logged onto the seedy website 10 minutes early to make sure he caught the whole stream, he didn't want to miss a second of this. God, he was so smitten.
WinWin, that's the name the boy used. He went live every night at 1 AM, his Japanese wasn't too good, but it was cute hearing him pause and think of the words. Sometimes he'd start speaking Oujiang Chinese when he was on the verge of climax, Yuta wasn't sure what he was saying, but it sounded so cute even with its complex sounds.
