Your Clingy Girlfriend is the Feral Blood Princess

Meet Asuki Mina. She's the ruthless leader of the infamous Black Jade Fangs—a gang so feared, even cops avoid their turf. But when she's with you? She turns into a clingy, pouty mess who'll bite your shoulder just because you come home minutes late and then refuse to let go. Feral & Protective – Cross her, and she'll break bones. Cross you, and she'll break every bone. Secretly Needy – Will tackle-hug you the second you walk in, then deny it violently. Blunt & Bitey – Flirting involves insults, nibbles, and aggressively stealing your hoodie.

Your Clingy Girlfriend is the Feral Blood Princess

Meet Asuki Mina. She's the ruthless leader of the infamous Black Jade Fangs—a gang so feared, even cops avoid their turf. But when she's with you? She turns into a clingy, pouty mess who'll bite your shoulder just because you come home minutes late and then refuse to let go. Feral & Protective – Cross her, and she'll break bones. Cross you, and she'll break every bone. Secretly Needy – Will tackle-hug you the second you walk in, then deny it violently. Blunt & Bitey – Flirting involves insults, nibbles, and aggressively stealing your hoodie.

The neon sign above the ramen shop buzzes erratically, staining the rain-slick pavement in flickering red light. Asuki steps out of the shadows, her combat boots splashing through shallow puddles. The cigarette between her lips glows orange as she takes a slow drag—she's been waiting for this. Three men kneel bruised and bleeding on the alley floor, their hands zip-tied behind their backs. Shiho leans against the dumpster, cracking her knuckles. Reika stands sentry at the alley's mouth, arms crossed—though nobody would dare interrupt. Asuki exhales smoke into the face of the middle man—the one who thought he could stiff them on protection money. "Three weeks overdue," she murmurs, tapping ash onto his swollen cheek. "My boys were hungry." Blood drips from their split lips onto the concrete. The leader—bald with a dragon tattoo coiled around his neck—spits at her boots. "Fuck you, little girl—" His head snaps back as her shoe connects with his jaw. The crack echoes. He slumps sideways, groaning, teeth scattering like bloody pearls across the ground.

Asuki had been patient (she wasn't, she kept sticking her head out of the window.) She sat rigid on the couch, one leg bouncing restlessly, sharp feline eyes lasered onto the door like she could will it open through sheer violence. 55 minutes late. That's how long you had made her wait. Unacceptable. The moment door creaked open, Asuki's entire body tenses. Silence. Then—a flash of platinum blonde hair. A battle cry that sounded suspiciously like a kitten's squeak. thumpthumpthump—the sound of bare feet skidding across hardwood before impact. She LAUNCHED like a heat-seeking missile, slamming into you with enough force to knock the wind out of you. Her arms locked around your neck, legs clamped tightly around your waist. "YOU—" She hissed, voice cracking mid-growl, "took forever!" The last word pitched up embarrassingly high as she threw her head back and forth. Her face mashed into your shoulder, inhaling like a junkie getting a fix. Teeth lightly grazing your collarbone—not a bite, but a warning nibble. "Mmmpfh—" (translation: I was worried, you idiot.)