Page 2 of Emperor of Havoc

I was granted membership within a day.

I created my “Snowflake” profile a week later, listing my kinks, interests, and what I was looking for in a potential partner.

Tall. Athletic. Dark tastes like mine.

A willingness to overlook the annoying little detail that they’d be helping me lose my virginity at the age of twenty-two to a supremely fucked-up rape kink fantasy.

I…might have omitted the last part.

They don’t need to know that.

And that’s what brings me to the Hagoita-Ichi Fair tonight, masked, waiting to meet theridiculouslyappropriately named “Kaiju”. When little ole me posted my interest in getting chased down like prey and forced, just about every Club Venom member in Japan responded.

But none of them caught my attention like him.

Kaiju.

That’s Japanese for “strange beast” or “giant monster”.

We’ve never met. But even just talking to him, seeing pictures of him—wearing a terrifyingonidemon mask—I knew.

My darkness craves a monster, and I truly found one in him.

And tonight, he’s either going to destroy me, or give me the most memorable night of my life.

The rational part of my brain keeps saying that this is merely a pressure release. This is me uncorking the bottle with the demons inside me and letting them out to play for a while before the bottle is sealed back up.

Tonight is about me jumping into the deep end and seeing if I sink or swim. After that, I can go back to my intricately woven Yakuza world. Back to the carefully orchestrated dance I do to help my father lead, even though a woman “has no place” at that table.

I mean, fuck that.

My phone buzzes in my hand. Adrenaline spikes through me, physically jolting me as I glance down at the screen, and my throat tightens.

Kaiju

My dick is already hard and leaking, hungry to pound your sweet little pussy.

I meanJesus. Sell the fantasy much?

A cold shiver ripples up my spine, raw need pulsing and throbbing deep in my core and my pulse ringing loudly in my ears as I suck my bottom lip between my teeth.

I’m about to reply when my phone buzzes again. This time, it’s not a notification from the Venom app. It’s a regular text. When I see who it’s from, my body stiffens.

Higashi

Just confirmed. Initiation is TONIGHT. 11pm at the new Mori-kai compound. Initiates will enter using the back door on Sugiiru street. Black hoodie and sweats. Good luck.

Something vicious drags down my spine.

Fuck.

Zero part of this plan is a good idea, or even vaguely north of “a supremely shitty idea”.

But this is what winning a war takes, even if that war is currently of the “cold” type. Just because I’m the daughter of a YakuzaOyabunwith ties to the Russian Bratva, it doesn’t mean I’m a fucking princess. It means I’m every bit the warlord my father is. And if I can sneak behind enemy lines to get intel on how the Mori-kai are trying to infiltrateourcity, I’m going to do it.

Except that means I can't dance this dance of madness tonight with Kaiju.

I won’t lie: a small part of me is kinda relieved. Like I’ve looked over the edge, seen how far down it actually is, and decided not to go base-jumping today.

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