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In Shinjuku, in the red-light district Kabukicho, there was a bar that catered specifically to a certain fetish… which is sort of saying the water is wet; there's a bar or café for every fetish. Muscles, Maids, Milk, Monkeys… that's a weird one. This one was for Gyarus.
The cheers and screeches of the tanned blondes filled the café as the touching, drinking, and playing were overshadowed by one particular girl.
Wearing a fuzzy pink bikini top, leopard thong, and skimpy jean shorts, she held her arms in the air. She held a silver shaker between her MASSIVE breasts, jiggling and bouncing them about as she shook the drink between them, smiling with glittery white make-up on her tan face as her curly pink hair framed her pretty face.
"WHOOO!" she cheered for the drooling, drunken businessmen watching her shake up their drinks… of course they were only focused on her tits. Still, she had more shakers in her hands, gripping them tightly and shaking away as she bounced and shimmied, rolling the shaker between her breasts around and around as she twisted her torso…
It looked like she was jerking off a couple of cocks, but they were only watching her big breasts wobble in her sturdy fur top. Biting her tongue, she playfully and sultrily narrowed her eyes at the businessman in front of her as she swirled her tits around and around, leaning forward and licking her lips. As he leaned closer and closer with his glass… almost touching those big jiggling Gyaru boobs…
Before she slammed the other shakers down around him and leaned forward, popping the cap off the shaker between her tits, and expertly pouring the cocktail into his empty glass to the cheers of the other gyaru's and drunks. Another gyaru denied him his titty embrace, tugging on his tie headband and pouring the drink down his throat as they cheered again. As he was distracted by a gyaru giving him a motorboating, but with titties not nearly as colossal as the cocktail gyaru's, she left the shakers on the counter and stealthily made herself scarce. It was easy with her ninjitsu training.
With her sparkly phone in one hand and Jeem in the other, she stepped outside the loud, boisterous Gyaru café for her break. She puffed on the strawberry-flavored smoke, leaning against the wall and typing away with her thumb.
She sensed him before she heard him, but didn't even bother to look up from her phone at the cute puppy videos she was watching, giggling shamelessly as he approached her. Anyone could tell at a glance he was yakuza, but judging from the missing pieces of three of his fingers, he was a bad one. He had a crazed look in his eyes, and his hand was in his coat; he probably had a weapon of some sort… this didn't feel like a mugging. This felt personal from the way he was staring at her…
And you know, not just because she was practically naked for Japan. She puffed her Jeem device and glanced at him, giving him a polite smile… even as he drew a Mauser on her. That thing was older than her grandfather.
"YOU!" he snapped at her as she smiled.
"Yes, Onii-chan?" she asked lazily as he sneered at her with crooked teeth, missing one of his eye teeth as his 3 and 1/3rd finger hand held the Mauser on her. The only thing not shaking. "…Want some company?" she purred, licking her Jeem before puffing again.
"You ruined my life!" he shouted angrily at her.
"Onii-chan…" she purred. "I'm not responsible for your life choices…" she giggled. "If your wife got mad at you for spending money on me, that's your fault." She actually had no idea what he was talking about, to be fair, but that was a reasonable guess as to why.
"STOP FOLLOWING ME!" he snapped as she raised an eyebrow.
"Onii-chan, I have no idea what you're talking about." She replied honestly as he got more and more intense. "Would a little fun make you feel better?" she cooed, licking her lips as he rapidly approached her.
"Shut up! SHUT!" he shouted as she sucked and-PUFF! She blew her smoke in his face. "ARGH?! IT BURNS!" It burned like hell, in fact.
It should; it had been her own mix. For a Kunoichi like her, it gave her a pleasantly warm sensation in her chest after years of inoculation training. And practically worthless against anyone over a foot away from a direct blast of the smoke…
But he wasn't a foot away anymore. She moved quickly after blinding him with her REAL dokugiri technique. A second later and a bullet would've messed up her perfect tits. She jerked his wrist back in an armlock as he screamed, slamming her hand into his elbow and snapping it clean. "ARRGH!" before kicking his face with a pop of her foot, and a SLAM of her knee. He dropped quickly like a sack of rice… she kicked the mauser away and leaned against the wall. Puffing away.
"And here I thought you neglected your combat training." She shivered, almost choking on her own smoke as she jerked around.
An older man in a nice suit, his head completely bald but his long Guan Yu beard a shocking white, seemed to materialize out of the shadows, glaring at her disappointedly.
"UGH… Oji-chan, I was coming BACK." She moaned, though she was inwardly very nervous. She should be… because he actually WAS her biological grandfather. Hattori Hanzo the Tenth. Along with Mochizuki Chiyome the Eighth and Goemon the Twentieth, they were the three elders of the clan. All were equal on the council, and also not their real names, but from the same lineage. As to why there's such a discrepancy with the numbers, a new 'elder' is selected when the previous one retires or dies… Goemon has just been an unlucky position.
The old man glared at her, and she rapidly shut up… realizing she was in BIG trouble this time. She nervously wilted under her grandfather's gaze as he produced a missive and threw it to her. It was so surprising that it bounced off her chest, but she caught it quickly after slipping her phone between her breasts and grabbing it in the air. "What's this?"
"It's your last mission." He said emotionlessly, approaching the unconscious yakuza with a look of great disgust… either because of being a Yakuza or because he attacked his granddaughter unprovoked; who could say?
"What?"
"Your Independence request has been granted." He said as she read the scroll. "Do this. And you are relieved of your duties to the clan." He said as she excitedly read her instructions. "No more escaping to work… the streets." He said, "…you will no longer be our responsibility." He jolted as she tackled and squeezed him tightly; he blinked and blushed… not remembering the last time his granddaughter hugged him. He patted her back fondly, but easily hid a smile behind the grumpy elder façade.
"Thank you, Oji-chan!" she said. "I'll go prepare immediately!" she said, before rushing off with her own ninjutsu skill.
"…I hope you're happy with this, Hitomi." He said fondly; he didn't exactly approve of her shameless lifestyle, but he respected her choice. "…Now then." His sharp gaze turned to the unconscious Yakuza; wordlessly, he raised his foot. His eyes practically glowed with fury.
…It's a good thing Hattori Hitomi was going to Gotham, as the Gyaru bar she worked at was temporarily shut down for a murder investigation.
End