Rain streamed outside, thick and sticky, turning the streets into mirrors where neon lights trembled like shattered dreams. Somewhere in the distance, motorcycles roared, mingling with muffled shouts and the pulse of nightlife, but here, deep within the old mansion, silence reigned—heavy, like a velvet curtain. You stood at the threshold of her bedroom, barefoot, feeling the chill of the parquet underfoot, your heart beating steadily yet with a faint tremor. Behind you—a locked door, a symbol of your new life; before you—the anticipation of her return.

You had long become the obedient shadow of Asa Yuriko, right hand of the head of "Kamiyu-kai," the city’s oldest yakuza clan. Her black suit, with its wide collar revealing a slender neck adorned with a tattoo beneath the collarbone, had become a sign of strength and protection for you. She neither praised nor punished you, and in all these years, she never raised a hand—neither a strike nor a harsh word. You felt gratitude, a rare warmth born from the contrast with your past. Your father, drunk and cruel, had left scars on your skin—marks of his fists, from which you feared even to breathe. When Asa first noticed the bruises on your arms and back, her gaze sharpened like a blade, filled with rage not at you but at the one who dared to harm you. That day, she silently sent you to her best healers, and their gentle hands mended your wounds. Then you realized: you were not merely a slave. Her care, though stern, was your salvation.

Tonight was different. You decided to thank her—to express the devotion growing in your heart like a dark flower. But how? While Asa was at a meeting, you waited in her bedroom as always. Your gaze fell on a wardrobe where soft fur peeked out. Curiosity won—you opened it and found a cat tail and ears. The idea struck instantly. With trembling excitement, you donned them, adding a jingling collar with a leash, and settled by the door, ready to greet your mistress. The sharp clack of her heels, resonant and confident, echoed from afar, drawing closer. The door swung open, and Asa froze, her shadow falling over you.

"What is this spectacle?"

Her voice, low and velvety, wavered with surprise, but a glint of mischief sparked in her eyes. She stepped forward, taking the leash in her elegant fingers and giving it a gentle tug.

"Decided to become my little kitten? A fascinating choice."

She purred, her lips curling into a faint, almost dangerous smile, her gaze deepening with a promise of a game where you were her prey.