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In denial, in perplexity. She didn't know
how to deal with these strange feelings
and emotions budding within her as she
spent time with her six male friends.
Growing up surrounded by men her
entire life, she...
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Somewhere in Japan, Inside a mansion...
Yuto slowly regained consciousness, his head pounding as he blinked against the darkness. His vision was blurry at first, but as his eyes adjusted, he realized he was in an unfamiliar room.
He tried to move, but the sharp pull against his wrists and ankles told him otherwise. He was tied to a chair.
"What the hell...?" he muttered under his breath, trying to piece together what had happened.
The last thing he remembered was arriving at the meeting place. A supposed client had reached out, requesting his presence for a private discussion. Everything seemed normal until it wasn't.
There was no negotiation. No exchange of words.
Just darkness, and now, here he was.
"Huh."
Yuto's eyes darted toward the voice, his body tensing at the familiar figure lounging on the couch before him. Takumi sat comfortably, a cigarette resting between his fingers as he lit it. The glow of the lighter briefly illuminated his face, revealing an expression of calm indifference.
"Took you long enough, Yuto."
Yuto bit his bottom lip. "Why did you do this?"
Takumi leaned back, inhaling deeply before exhaling a slow stream of smoke. "I'm not going to drag this shit around anymore," he said. "It's time you rethink your plan."
"My plan?"
"If I really wanted you dead, you'd already be rotting in a ditch somewhere," Takumi continued, tapping the ash off his cigarette. "We're sworn brothers. Grew up together. That's the only reason you're still breathing."
"But make no mistake. I won't stand by and watch you throw everything into chaos." He took another drag of his cigarette before exhaling onto Yuto'# face. "Take back your words."
"Remove Y/n from the ring of succession."
"Have you lost your damn mind?" Yuto hissed, his eyes narrowing, clearly fed up with Takumi's impossible demand. "You think I'm the only one who decided this? My father was the one who pushed for it. I can't just take it back-"
A crack echoed through the room as Takumi's fist connected with Yuto's jaw, sending him reeling to the side. Yuto gritted his teeth, tasting blood.
"You Kiryus," Takumi spat, shaking out his fist. "Always so damn scared of an outsider carrying on the legacy, clinging to bloodlines like that's the only thing that matters. But you know as well as I do... that's not what makes a real yakuza."
"Our worth ain't in our blood. It's in our loyalty."
Yuto let out a bitter chuckle. "This isn't about loyalty, is it?" he sneered. "You just wanted the money. The inheritance."
