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smile. The young Eurasian woman took a step forward towards Kazuma-san, her eyes focusing over his tall, handsome form. Although Reiko got her mothers genes where height was concerned and fitted in at quite a Japanese average of 5"3, Kazuma absolutely towered over her. He was 6"2 exactly, and was about 250 pounds of pure muscle. The fact that he always wore suits made him just a little bit more intimidating. Kazuma wasnt unique for this neighbourhood. He fell into one of the two categories, he was a Yakuza rather than salary-man. As far as Reiko knew, he was the soldier for the Asai family. He was in charge of the worst work. "Nice day, isnt it, Kazuma-san," Reiko smiled, her wide eyes looking up into his as she took his suit jacket and moved her small form to the changing area behind a carefully painted board. She hung up Kazumas suit jacket, privately marvelling at how broad the shoulders were. "Would you like a drink, Kazuma-san?" she asked politely and peeked from behind the board, smiling as her fingers touched the towels that were waiting for him there. He smiled back, but only slightly. "Orange juice, please," he gave the answer that she expected. Kazuma never drank during the massages. He walked over to her now as his fingers worked on undoing his tie. Reiko blushed, but didnt move her eyes away from his handsome face. His hair was short, about an inch and a half, jet black and always neatly jelled. His eyes were dark and showed very little emotion. He was handsome by any womans standard, and the other girls felt a mild irritation towards Reiko when she first arrived because after two weeks of her being there, Kazuma-san had switched to only ever getting massages from the young half Asian woman. Hed been going to her weekly for four months now, half because she was a truly amazing masseuse, and half because Kazuma was oddly attracted to the girl. He smiled as she left the room and slowly began to undress. Reikos highlighted hair was always tied back neatly for safety reasons, the middle parting making her hair frame her face and show off her brown eyes perfectly. Her eyes were larger than that of a Japanese person naturally, and whilst it got her taunted at school, after the awkward adolescence, her eyes became her best features. Her nose was a little large for her face, but not enough to stand out. And her body... Kazuma groaned slightly as he slid out of his trousers. She was curvier than a Japanese woman, with larger breasts and a shapely pair of legs and ass. There had been a mutual attraction from the start, and whenever they were alone like this, the sexual tension was so strong. Kazuma had come to love their teasing mind games almost as much as he loved the massages. Hed even started to miss Reiko when gone for too long. xxxxx Reiko knocked three times on the door before she entered with


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a jug of orange juice and a glass of ice. She smiled at Kazuma, who sat on top of the massage table now, a towel around his waist. Usually, he tended to keep some sort of modesty and keep his boxer shorts on, unlike a lot of the customers who chose to surprise the masseuse. "Your drink," the girl poured out the orange juice and passed it to Kazuma, who took it with a polite bow. He watched her body move around the room as she collected oils and creams for the massage. The room itself smelt so very fruity, so very Reiko. The Yakuza smirked a little ; if she had used any of the creams that she wanted to use on him, the boys would taunt him for days. Reiko was a fan of strawberry and coconut in particular, never together, but Kazuma refused to have them either way. She had her influence, nevertheless, and the creams were always honey based, so Kazuma still remained smelling just a little bit feminine. Reiko had always argued that first of, there was no such thing as a masculine smelling oil. Secondly, what Kazuma had chosen [ lavender, spice, sea breeze ] was all incredibly old fashioned. "Okay, ready when you are," Reiko beamed as she dried her hands on a soft cotton towel. Kazuma quickly finished his drink and set it aside, before he lay face down on the massage table, his broad, tattooed back exposed to the young masseuse. Reiko smiled as she stood by the table and squeezed some of the oil onto her hands, soothing it into her skin before she touched Kazuma. He was the first Yakuza she had ever massaged. In her training, shed never come across a person with so many tattoos, or so many scars. His whole back was covered with a compulsory design to show his status and affiliation, and when Reiko had first seen it lying in front of her like this, she didnt know where to begin. The scar tissue was even worse. Kazuma had scars from just about everything, and Reiko had actually got upset over the possibility of hurting him due to the scar tissue. He spent almost an hour trying to reassure her, in his own special way, that it was alright. Now that he lay before her the way that he did, Reiko smiled. He had the most beautiful body for massaging. She would do his back, his neck, his arms, his shoulders, and then sometimes his chest, depending on how long he was staying for. Kazuma never wanted his legs doing, so everything was always purely above the waist. Nevertheless that hadnt stopped them from getting into a few interesting predicaments during some of their recent sessions. "Youre really tense, Kazuma-san. More than usual," Reiko complained as she ran her oily fingers along his broad back. Kazuma grunted in response, his eyes closed as he focused on the small hands outlining his back. She was very careful, her nails never scraped