Raifu Suitchi 18

Chapter 18: Yagami

Months later, with the days all blurring together, Allen, numbed by copious amounts of alcohol and Aiya's tranquillizer pills, went through the motions of a life that had morphed into a living hell. Night after night, clients appeared at his door, and night after night, he did whatever was necessary to please them. Resigned to his fate, he had abandoned any hope of returning to his former life, reluctantly accepting his new existence as a Japanese call girl.

Sitting on the edge of a heart-shaped bed in a garishly decorated hotel room, he awaited his next client. Two had already been and gone, and he knew many more would follow in the hours to come. Glancing down, he spied his huge cleavage supported by a tight push-up bra. Below, his legs, sheathed in patterned black stockings and extending from an indecently short, frilly red dress, looked incredibly skinny - certainly not the legs of a man. On his feet were towering red platform boots, almost impossible to walk in despite his surgery. He had been forced to wear them for a regular client with a shoe fetish visiting later that evening. Walking in the ankle-breaking boots was a slow, mincing totter - but then, he wasn't expected to do much walking.

Between clients, there was nothing to do but wait - an agonizing wait alone with his feminized body and tight clothing until a new stranger arrived and demanded his attention. Having just redressed, Allen tottered over to re-apply his lipstick. The fire engine red, matching his dress, glided smoothly across his plump lips while his large hoop earrings jangled. Once he looked presentable again, he sprayed himself down with perfume - something he had been instructed to do between each visitor.

As Allen sensed a wetness dripping from between his legs and down his upper thigh - a feeling he would never get used to - the familiar sound of the door unlocking sent a shiver down his spine. Carefully clambering to his high-heeled feet, he hobbled over to his designated position. Taking a deep breath, Allen prepared himself to greet the man about to use and abuse him. However, when a man wearing faded jeans, white trainers, and a leather jacket stepped in and stared deeply into Allen’s dramatically made-up eyes, the former man-turned-sexdoll, sensed something was different.

Allen delivered his usual introduction. "Good evening, sir. My name is Dori. It’s an honour to meet you. How can I please you this evening?" He spoke these words with a practised bow of his head.

The man in the leather jacket remained silent, continuing to stare. He tilted his head to one side and opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words emerged. Allen, familiar with shy clients, had been instructed on what to do in these situations. "Would you like something to drink, sir? I can pour us some champagne if you'd like?" he purred, forcing a smile onto his shiny red lips and striking a seductive pose.

“No!” the man replied forcefully. “I’ve come to ask you a question. Please forgive me if it sounds strange. Are you Allen? Allen Dolberg?”

The question startled Allen. Addressed as Dori these days, and previously as Sofia, it felt like an eternity since anyone had called him by his birth name. Wary of a trick, he slowly nodded his head, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yes,” he replied. “I used to be.”

The man sighed with relief. “My name is Yagami,” he stated confidently. “I’m a private detective. I was hired by your friends to find you.”

Allen’s eyes lit up, and for the first time in months, a genuine smile stretched across his bloated lips. "My friends?" he asked, feeling his nylon-clad knees wobble.

"Yes, Emily, Sofia, and Evelyn," Yagami confirmed, maintaining eye contact. "They've been worried about you. Are you ready to get out of here?"

"Yes," Allen exclaimed excitedly, quickly teetering over to close the distance between him and Yagami faster than he thought possible in his sky-high boots. Nearly knocking Yagami over as he lunged forward, Allen wrapped his arms around the man. "Yes, please get me out of here," Allen pleaded, his voice choked with emotion. "I can’t take anymore."

Yagami accepted the embrace without showing any emotion. When Allen finally released him, Yagami took the former man's hand, his fingers interlocking between Allen’s long red acrylic nails. “Okay, stay close to me,” he instructed, his voice filled with confidence as he led the way out of the room.

Hand in hand, they navigated the corridor outside, passing doors behind which occasional moans could be heard. Allen struggled to match Yagami’s large strides, needing three mincing steps in his towering heels for every one of Yagami’s. Nonetheless, no matter how emasculated he felt, he pushed aside the discomfort and focused on the prospect of freedom.

They had made it about halfway down the corridor when Allen's heart sank. A man - someone he knew to be strict and cruel - appeared around the corner. "Hey! You shouldn’t be out here,” the man yelled out. “I need some help here. Someone’s trying to take one of the girls."

Exuding calm, Yagami stopped and looked Allen in the eyes. "Stay behind me," he instructed, releasing his delicate hand.

What unfolded next was both the most impressive and terrifying spectacle Allen had ever witnessed. The Yakuza thug charged toward them, screaming, weapon in hand. Yagami, unphased, stood his ground, the epitome of cool composure. As the distance closed, Allen's panic surged. However, just as the thug reached their position, Yagami sprang into action. Like a coiled spring, he leapt, soaring higher than Allen thought possible. With a swift motion, he swung his right leg and connected with the side of the man’s head, sending him crashing through a wooden door with tremendous force.

Stunned by what he had just witnessed, Allen peered into the room with the smashed door. Inside, the unconscious body of the man lay sprawled on the floor amongst fragments of broken wood. Beyond him, a naked man stood like a petrified statue, having leapt up from the bed by the sudden intrusion. Behind him, screaming, sat a topless woman.

“Come on,” Yagami urged, grabbing Allen’s hand and almost dragging him down the corridor as they advanced towards the elevator - the only way in or out of the building. Stumbling in his stilt-like heels, Allen began to dream of freedom. However, as they turned the final corner, they came face to face with Mr Nikushimi, who, wielding a katana, blocked their escape, flanked by two other men also armed with blades.

To Allen’s astonishment, Yagami remained composed. Releasing Allen’s hand, he took a few steps forward, positioning his feet carefully as he confronted Mr Nikushimi. “We are leaving. If you don’t want to get hurt, move out of our way,” Yagami stated in a firm, steady tone.

Mr Nikushimi let out a deep, loud chuckle as the two men beside him exchanged incredulous glances. “We are not the ones about to get hurt here. Do you know who owns this place?” he confidently declared.

“Let me guess. Some low-ranking Yakuza scumbags,” Yagami shot back with contempt. “The kind who kidnap people and force them into prostitution for their own personal gain,” he added, flashing a defiant smile at the man in the flashy purple suit.

The comment sent Mr Nikushimi into a fit of rage. “You'll pay for your arrogance,” he roared. “Kill him!”

Like trained attack dogs, the two men beside Mr Nikushimi wasted no time charging forward, blades in hand. The first man reached Yagami and took a swipe at his head, but Yagami ducked under the swinging blade with lightning-fast reflexes. Retaliating, he grabbed the back of the man’s arm, leaned in, and delivered a devastating elbow strike to the face. Blood exploded from the man’s nose as he collapsed to the floor, convulsing.

In another bout of superhuman speed, Yagami stepped over the fallen man and targeted the second man’s knee with a well-placed kick. A gruesome crunch sounded as the man’s leg buckled under him. But before he hit the ground, Yagami struck again with a fierce uppercut to the assailant’s jaw, leaving him in a bloody heap on the floor next to his accomplice.

Calmly advancing a few steps, Yagami straightened his leather jacket. “Last chance, dickhead. Are you going to move? Or do I have to go through you?”

Mr Nikushimi's face twisted in rage before he lunged forward with a scream. Allen watched, his mouth agape, as Yagami skilfully dodged the katana’s swipes, each one narrowly missing his head. Seizing an opportunity, Yagami swung his arms in a windmill-style motion to knock Mr Nikushimi’s arms aside, throwing the Yakuza boss off balance. Then, with a burst of ferocity, Yagami drove his knee directly into the man’s face. A yelp of pain and the sound of breaking bone reverberated down the corridor as Allen watched - a triumphant grin spreading across his face - as his long-time tormentor flew backwards through the air before crashing through and obliterating a glass coffee table.

Yagami then turned and said calmly, “Let’s go,” snapping Allen out of his daze. Allen carefully stepped over the unconscious bodies of the two goons, meticulously placing the heels of his tall red boots while struggling to maintain his balance. He tottered over to Yagami and hugged his saviour again. “That... that was amazing,” he said in awe. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”

“All part of the service. Now, let's get you back to my office. We can call your friends once you're safe,” Yagami replied, seemingly more uncomfortable with Allen’s tight embrace than with the fighting that preceded it.

“Yes, thank you! Thank you!” Allen exclaimed, releasing his grip. He watched as Yagami calmly reached over to call the elevator.

They stood in silence as the elevator descended, Yagami scanning Allen's slight frame in his skimpy outfit. He didn’t say anything, but Allen could tell what he was thinking: that they had really done a number on this young man from Australia, and that his life would never quite be the same again.

Clicking out into a busy Tokyo alley, Allen felt a chill seep through his stockings as his nipples hardened beneath his body-hugging dress. Inhaling deeply, the smoggy city air had never smelled sweeter. It carried the scents of car exhaust and barbecued food, but to Allen, it was the aroma of freedom. Being outside for the first time in months made him feel on top of the world, and not even the stares from passing locals could dampen his spirits.

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Eager to get moving, Yagami led the way towards his car. Allen, feeling a shadow of the man he once was, minced alongside him on his impractically tall boots, trying to keep up. He was eager to reunite with Emily, Evelyn, and Sofia, but apprehension gnawed at him - how would they react to his drastically altered appearance? What did the future hold for him now? The answers to these questions eluded him, but Allen was certain of one thing: his future looked infinitely brighter than it had an hour ago.