GAIJIN VICE - CHAPTER 02

We head back to the car and I drive on So... backstory?

Buckling her seatbelt with shaky fingers, she exhales sharply—equal parts frustration and exhilaration—before turning toward him. "Parents wanted me to be a lawyer. Grandfather was a cop in Osaka during the bubble years. Guess whose stories kept me up at night?" She traces a raindrop on the window with her fingertip. "Your turn."

I'm just a Gaijin to most Japanese.

Her finger pauses mid-trace as she turns sharply toward him, rain-streaked bangs clinging to her forehead. "Bullshit. You're the Gaijin who transferred here after solving London's most notorious case in decades. That's not 'just' anything." She leans in slightly, lowering her voice. "Try again, Captain."

It's not like I caught 'the Ripper' but... this current case isn't too different.

Her fingers freeze against the window, rainwater dripping onto her thigh as she processes his words. "Wait—you think this missing girl is connected to a serial killer?" Her voice drops to a whisper, eyes widening with horrified fascination. "That wasn't in any of the files..."

Some details I've kept close to my chest and out of my reports... something doesn't feel right. The missing girl's the daughter of a high ranking robotics engineer, Kenji Fukamachi. He's the victim at the scene. We drive into the night, arriving at a large factuality. Passing through crowds and police barriers I flash my credentials as we slowly make out way to the scene.

Her breath catches as she steps onto the crime scene’s floodlit perimeter, the sterile factory air clashing with the coppery scent of blood. Her fingers tighten around her notepad—knuckles whitening—before she forces her voice steady. "Robotics engineer murdered and his daughter missing... You think this is a message, Captain? Or just collateral damage?"

We turn the corner and before us is a large Vitruvian man sign, the company logo, and crucified upon it is Kenji Fukamachi. His insides, outside. I'd say it was a message alright Rook.

Her stomach lurches violently as she takes in the grotesque display, one hand flying to her mouth while the other grips her holster like an anchor. Swallowing hard against the bile rising in her throat, she forces herself to step closer—rainwater dripping from her trembling fingers onto the factory floor. "Christ... whoever did this wanted us to see every detail. The precision—" Her voice cracks. "This isn't just murder. It's art."

Work the scene. Time to show me what you've got Rook. I gesture for her to take the lead

Steeling herself with a sharp inhale, she steps forward—knees steady despite the horror before her—and snaps on gloves with practiced efficiency. Her voice comes out low but clear as she circles the body, eyes tracing every incision with clinical focus. "No hesitation marks. Whoever did this knew anatomy—or had a very steady hand. And the Vitruvian Man pose... Captain, this isn't just art. It's a blueprint."

Cuts are clean, deeper than a scalpel. Blueprint? Continue...

Her gloved fingers hover inches from the corpse's splayed ribs, eyes narrowing at the unnatural symmetry. "Surgical steel wouldn't leave these striations—looks more like industrial laser cutting. And the positioning..." She steps back abruptly, face paling. "Captain, this isn't just referencing Da Vinci. It's replicating assembly instructions. Like he's... spare parts." Her voice drops to a whisper as she spots a faint serial number etched near the corpse's clavicle.

The crime scene tape snaps violently as Naomi Tachibana ducks under it, her designer heels clicking against the blood-slicked factory floor like a metronome of chaos. Her press badge dangles precariously from a plunging neckline as she surveys the crucified corpse with predatory fascination—before flashing the Captain a grin that’s all teeth. "Detectives. How convenient—I was just researching Fukamachi’s latest neural interface patents when I heard the delicious rumors. Mind if I take notes?" Her fingers already dance across her phone’s camera shutter.

Who let her slip in here? I look round at baffled cops

Whirling toward Naomi with a snarl, Aiko instinctively steps between the reporter and the corpse—her rain-soaked sleeves dripping onto the crime scene tape. "Tachibana, this isn’t one of your tabloid fucking scoops. That’s a father on that wall." Her voice cracks on the last word, gloved fists trembling at her sides.

You two know each other? I ask

Laughing low as she sidesteps Aiko, Naomi's fingers ghost over the Captain's lapel while her other hand snaps another photo. "Oh we go way back—had a few 'run ins' at the academy bar. Though I don't recall her being this... protective." Her smirk sharpens as she taps her phone against Aiko's holster. "Tell me, rookie—did they teach you sharing at the police academy?"

I snatch Naomi's phone from her and as she reaches for it I snag her wrist with my other hand, twisting her into a lock and begin leading her outside of the crime scene I'll be back soon Rook.

Watching the Captain manhandle Naomi toward the exit, Aiko's pulse thrums with a mix of jealousy and admiration—her rain-soaked shirt clinging tighter as she steps closer to the crucified body, her gloved fingers tracing the laser-precise cuts with newfound focus. "Whoever did this didn't just want to kill him... They wanted to disassemble him. And if Fukamachi's daughter is still out there—"

Twisting in the Captain's grip with practiced ease, Naomi presses her body flush against him—her breath hot against his neck as she purrs: "You always were hands-on with your interrogations, Captain. But tell me—does your rookie know you prefer when they resist?" Her teeth graze his jawline even as he drags her toward the exit.

And you're always pretty good at getting your way Naomi. I lead her back to my car and press her against the passenger door whilst i delete the photos from her phone

Her back presses into the cold car door, but Naomi doesn’t shiver—her lips curve into a smirk as the Captain’s fingers fumble with her phone. "Delete all you want," she murmurs, hips arching subtly against him. "I’ve already backed them up. But I’ll make you a trade—the serial number Watanabe just found for five minutes alone with you in that alley."

Serial Number?

Her smirk widens as she presses closer, one manicured finger tracing the Captain’s tie. "Oh please—like you didn’t notice Watanabe drooling over that barcode carved into his collarbone? But fine..." Her teeth nip his earlobe. "I’ll sweeten the deal—serial number plus Fukamachi’s last encrypted research files. All it’ll cost you is ten minutes in that alley as i worship your massive cock"

You get 5 minutes! I un-hand her and walk over towards a small collection of buildings which look like they house power systems with numerous pipes feeding into the ground.

Pulling the Captain deeper into the alley with a predatory grin, Naomi's hands immediately go for his belt buckle—her lips brushing his stubble as she murmurs: "Tick-tock, Captain. She hands me her phone.

You want this filmed then huh? I open her phone's camera app and hit record.

The world should see how good you are at 'extracting' information! I push her down onto her knees.

Kneeling in the alley's dim light, Naomi's smirk never falters as she glances up at the recording phone propped against a pipe—her fingers working his belt with deliberate slowness while her other hand hikes up her top to squeeze her nipple. My cock swells as she reaches into my fly to pull it out.

Her breath hitches as her fingers wrap around his cock—thick and already straining against her palm—eyes flicking between his face and the recording phone's blinking red light. "Mmm, always so impatient Captain," she purrs, tongue darting out to lick a slow stripe up his length, "but don't worry... I'll make sure Watanabe hears every gag when this footage leaks."

I reach down and pinch her jaw int my hand, puckering her lips This doesn't leak! And she won't hear you if your mouth's full! I guide her towards the tip of my cock.

Her lips stretch wider around his grip—eyes gleaming with challenge—before suddenly sucking the head of his cock with obscene precision, tongue swirling as she maintains unbroken eye contact with the recording phone. A muffled moan vibrates against his shaft as her free hand rubs between her thighs through her tight yellow leggins to prove she's multitasking.

I've got more than just a 'tip' for you Naomi... I moan as she sucks the head of my cock.

Her eyes roll back with exaggerated pleasure as she takes him deeper, throat fluttering around his cock while her fingers work faster between her legs—phone camera capturing every obscene detail. Between wet slurps, she moans: "Mmmf—tell me Captain, does Watanabe even know how to throat this much cock? Or should I—gasp—send her this footage as a... training video?"

Some might call this extortion... I moan as she swallows me deeper but fine... Father's been sliced up, his Daugher's kidnapped. Why? He was working on some high tech robotics stuff in there, someone wanted leverage over him... who operates that way? She looks up at him as she licks his balls The Yakuza.

Her lips pop off his cock with an obscene wet sound as she glances up through her lashes—chin glistening—while her fingers never stop rubbing circles against her clit through the damp fabric. "Yakuza? Too messy for this precision work Captain—but I do know Fukamachi's last encrypted files mention a private military contractor bidding for his tech. Five more minutes and I'll show you exactly where they're..." Her mouth seals around him again with a hungry moan, hips grinding against her own hand.

I place my hands either side of the alley on the walls, steadying myself as the reporter pumps me for intel. He was in the business of engineering precision killers though. Next gen cyborgs is what my hacker told me... jesus! I feel her suck harder and my stomach drops.

Back at the crime scene Aiko's gloved fingers trace the serial number with renewed viciousness. "Fuck your games, Tachibana," she mutters, snapping a photo with her police tablet before pocketing a stray microchip from the bloodied floor. She heads over towards the alley.

Naomi's lips stretch obscenely around his cock as her free hand rubs the damp fabric of her leggings. "Mmmf—contractor’s called Black Labyrinth, Captain," she gasps between wet slurps, "now give me that full length!"

Striding into the alley with rain-soaked hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, Aiko freezes mid-step—the sight of Naomi's lips wrapped around the Captain's cock sending a jolt of heat straight to her core. Her breath catches audibly before she snaps.

The sudden shock of Aiko catching us makes Naomi gag on my cock and I burst into her throat.

Coughing with his cum dripping down her chin, Naomi recovers with a devilish grin—wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before holding up the still-recording phone toward Aiko. "Oh Watanabe—perfect timing! Want to see how thoroughly your Captain debriefs his sources?" Her thumb hovers over 'send' as she arches into the camera's view, leggings now visibly soaked between her thighs.

Her pupils dilate as the phone screen illuminates Naomi's glistening lips and the Captain's spent cock—her own breath coming in ragged bursts before she strides forward with sudden predatory intent. "Keep recording, Tachibana," she growls, grabbing Naomi's hair to yank her head back, "because I want playback when I show you how a real detective interrogates."

I tuck my still hard cock back into my trousers, catching Aiko's glance down at it. You got what you wanted Naomi. Now send us those files.

Tilting her head back further under Aiko's grip, Naomi lets out a throaty laugh—her thumb still poised over the send button as she arches her hips toward the camera. "Careful Watanabe—if you pull any harder I might just accidentally send this to every newsroom in Tokyo. Unless... you'd rather take the phone yourself and decide what the public sees?" Her tongue darts out to catch the last drop of cum on her lips.

Her grip on Naomi's hair tightens as she leans down—close enough to smell her partner's cum on her lips—her voice dropping to a whisper hot enough to fog the phone screen: "Send us those files, Tachibana. NOW!"

Her smirk softens into something almost genuine as she taps her phone screen—files transferring with an audible ping. "There. Every dirty secret Black Labyrinth tried to bury. Now be a good detective and put that mouth of yours to better use than yelling at me." She steps back, adjusting her jacket with a wink.

As Naomi slinks away i'm left in the alley with Aiko. She's got her methods... I've got mine. You ok?

Still buzzing with adrenaline from Naomi’s taunts, Aiko grabs the Captain’s tie and yanks him down “Tell me you didn’t enjoy that.” Her free hand slides down to palm his still-hard cock through his trousers.

I enjoyed it. I stare at her, impressed with her directness

Her grip tightens around his tie, pressing her rain-chilled body flush against him—her breath hot against his lips as she murmurs: "Good. Because I enjoyed watching. Now tell me, Captain—how exactly do you plan to make up for leaving me alone with a corpse while you got... debriefed?"

I got us her data and our next lead - "Black Labyrinth" i smirk So you like to watch Rook?

Her fingers trail up his chest—slow, deliberate—pausing just below his pounding heartbeat before curling into his shirt with sudden fierceness. "I like watching you, Captain. Now tell me—do I get to follow up on "Black Labyrinth" before or after you fuck me senseless in the evidence room?"

I straighten up. I know a hacker who should be able to dig up more info - it's on the way back to the station. Or we could see if there's word on the street about the missing girl - got a CI at the Arcades. Which'll it be Rook? I offer her to take the lead

"Arcades first," she murmurs. "I want to see how desperate you get watching me work your informant... before I take you apart in that evidence room."

I lead her back to the car and slide into the driver's seat. The engine roars to life and I reach for a mini-disk Some music? i ask her as she slides into the passenger seat.

Her fingers drum impatiently against her thigh as the engine rumbles beneath them, eyes flicking between the mini-disk in his hand and the rain-streaked windshield. "Only if it's something that'll make this drive feel as dangerous as it's about to get, Captain."

We drive through the city's districts, to Akihabara's electronic neon drenched streets. Aiko tapping her hand to the music and giving me sultry side eye with a mischievous grin

What's that grin for Rook?

Her grin widens as she leans closer—close enough for him to smell the rain still clinging to her skin—her fingertips tracing idle circles on his thigh. "That grin's for the way you keep pretending this drive is about leads, Captain. When we both know you're counting the minutes until you're buried inside me."

I look at her as she sits in the seat, her clothing damp hugging her perfect body. Her tits are huge beneath the shirt, the buttons barely holding them in. Her waist is tiny and her hips wide. Those small shorts are barely covering her. Her dyed blonde hair dripping down onto her tits. She's fucking gorgeous, and she knows it.

Putting on quite the show.

Her fingers trail up his thigh—slow, deliberate—before suddenly gripping the steering wheel to yank them sharply onto a side street, tires screeching as she pins him with a heated glare. "Lead’s gonna wait, Captain. Because right now, I need you desperate."

You ever been with a Gaijin before?

Her breath hitches at his question—lips parting—before she slides across the seat in one fluid motion, straddling his lap with her soaked shorts grinding against his cock. Fingers wrapping around his neck, she murmurs: "No. But I plan to memorize every inch of this one."

Ever had a 7 inch cock before Rook? Not for everyone... especially you petite Japanese girls.

Her hips roll against his trapped cock with deliberate slowness, rainwater from her soaked shorts seeping through his trousers as she leans down to nip at his jawline. "Seven inches sounds like a challenge, Captain. Lucky for you—" her teeth graze his earlobe, "—I never back down from those."

In the side street, busy crowds pass by, the car hums alive, the dark tinted windows offering some privacy within as Aiko begins to un-button her shirt.

Her fingers freeze mid-button as neon reflections dance across her bare skin—her breath hitching when a passing headlight illuminates the Captain’s hungry gaze. "Tell me Captain," she purrs, arching into his touch, "does this informant know how thoroughly you interrogate your partners?"

I watch as her perfect tits pop out of the shirt and i reach my hands up her back, kissing her as I un-fasten the bra clasp.

Her bra slips free with a soft snap, bare breasts pressing against his chest as she captures his mouth in a searing kiss—rainwater from her hair dripping onto their tangled fingers still gripping the steering wheel. "Did you ever suspect how wet I'd be?"

I un-buckle her belt and unzip her shorts, sliding a hand down to feel her arousal. You're so fucking wet!

Her back arches violently as his fingers slip beneath her soaked shorts—a ragged gasp escaping her lips before she grinds down harder, her wet heat enveloping his probing fingers. "Fuck your informant," she pants, nails digging into his shoulders, "right now I only care about how deep you can make me take that cock."

Groups of people flood by the vehicle, their shadows passing by right next to where Aiko staddles me in the driver's seat. I push the chair back and recline to allow more room and she tugs at my trousers and I sip off her shorts Didn't think i'd be 'breaking in' the new partner right away I chuckle as she strokes my rock hard cock against her tight little pussy.

Her breath comes in ragged bursts as she finally sinks down onto him—her tight heat stretching around his cock inch by inch—her nails digging into his shoulders while neon lights flicker across their sweat-slicked skin. "Fuck—Captain—" she gasps, rolling her hips experimentally, "tell me this isn't the best interrogation you've ever had."

I moan and suck on her nipples as she slides down onto me. You gonna 'pump' me for information Rook?

She rides him with slow, torturous rolls of her hips—breath hitching every time she takes him deeper.

Tell me this is the biggest dick you've ever stuffed into that hungry little pussy! I grab her ass and pull her onto me, syncing out movements as I pump up into her with stronger thrusts.

Her hips buck wildly as his thrusts hit deeper—her moans muffled against his neck while neon signs outside pulse in time with their frenzied rhythm. "Biggest? Fuck yes—" she gasps, nails raking down his chest, "but don’t get cocky, Captain..."

Tell me how it feels, fucking your Captain's big dick? I squeeze her breasts and run my hands up her back into her hair, noticing the goosebumps rise on her arms and her neck hair prickle.

Her body clenches around him with each thrust—neon lights from the arcades outside painting streaks of pink and blue across their tangled bodies—her voice breaking into a shameless moan as she grips his shoulders. "Stop talking and ruin me."

As I kiss her I reach down and rub her clit, she moans into my mouth and increases her pace as she fucks me, i feel her tighten around me. Cum for me Rook!

Her fingers rake across his scalp—clinging desperately as she rides him harder—her breath coming in sharp gasps between moans. "Captain—fuck—" she pants, her tight heat pulsing around him as neon reflections dance across their sweat-slicked skin.

• ou want to cum don't you! Here...* I rub her clit in circles and she shakes as her orgasm rises

Her thighs tremble violently as his fingers work her clit—her gasps turning into a choked scream when her orgasm rips through her, her slick walls clenching around his cock with pulsing intensity. Eyes rolling back, she collapses against his chest, her bare breasts heaving against him as she whimpers: "Fucking... Gaijin... witchcraft..."

Glad to be 'of service' officer. I spank her ass

Panting against his chest, her fingers slide up his bare scalp—her body still twitching with aftershocks as she murmurs: "That trick better not be in the interrogation manual, Captain... or I'll have to report you for excessive force." Her lips curl into a lazy smirk as she deliberately grinds her hips against his rock hard cock.

Time to 'bring me in' and 'book' me...

Her fingers tighten around his cock, still slick from her own arousal, as she leans in to whisper against his lips: "Booking you requires evidence, Captain—so I suggest you unload every last drop of DNA into me!"

You want me to 'discharge' my weapon? I thrust into her, making her milky pussy squelch. Her lip wobbles.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she rides him harder—rainwater from their tangled bodies streaking down the windshield—her lips curling into a feral grin when she feels his hips buck beneath her. "Shoot your load, Captain," she gasps, her bare breasts bouncing with each thrust.

Can I cum inside you?

Her hands slide up his bare scalp—rainwater dripping down his neck—as she grinds down with deliberate slowness, her tight heat milking his cock. "Fill me, Captain," she breathes against his lips.

I feel my orgasm rise and my cock stiffens. My gun's about to go off Rook!

Her breath hitches as she feels him swell inside her—neon reflections dancing across her perfect figure. Her hips stutter as his release hits, her moan lost in the hum of passing crowds.

I burst up deep inside her, thrusting up and knocking her back onto the wheel, the car horn drawing everyone's attention to us as I cum inside her hot little pussy. I bury my face into her tits and pant as I release more into her. Fuck... me. I emptied the whole clip.

Her fingers trace the sweat-slick curve of his bare scalp as she collapses against him—both panting—their tangled limbs illuminated by passing headlights. "Next time," she murmurs against his ear, still clenching around his softening cock, "we're doing this after I cuff you to the evidence room filing cabinet."

We clean ourselves off exchanging smiles as we shuffle back into our clothes, before exiting the Impala into the neon drenched night.

Arcade's this way...