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Chapter 2 of U/C in progress

Added 2021-01-06 08:44:06 +0000 UTC

U/C Chapter 2

(Unsure of Patreon’s restriction, I’ve decided to ‘blip’ out certain parts of this preview)

One look at Yamasaki Magoto aka Goto, many would have assumed that he had joined the Yakuza because of a troubled upbringing. That he had permanently injured his neck during gang fights. That he was rescued from the ditch, clinging on to his troubled life, by Aikawa Takeshi. This would have been the typical story for so many others who had pledged their loyalty to Takeshi-sama, but not Goto.

He was born into a wealthy family with torticollis - a condition involving muscles of the neck that causes the head to tilt down. Being the only child to a typical Japanese family, he was loved and pampered. His parents loved him for who he was, despite his tendency towards violence at a young age as well as his irregular temperament. That was until they reach a point when he caused the death of his childhood friend. His father was sent to prison after beating up a policeman for suggesting that they sent Goto to a therapist.

The news of Goto’s father imprisonment reached Takeshi who happened to know his uncle. Since no one was willing to employ the young man, Takeshi saw the potential in him and asked that he worked at his nightclub. That was the start of the 30 or so years he had stayed by Takeshi’s side, serving as his right hand man.

With the Yakuza, Goto could finally be himself even though on occasions, he still wished that he was someone else. Someone who had a completely different physicality. When he was young, no matter how tirelessly he had been putting his body through the paces to look strong and fit, there was just no way for him to shake the villainous vibe he was giving. By the time he had hit thirty, Goto had given up on his image as he focused on cementing his place among the Aikawas. Consequently, he had added more than a few pounds around his waist as he rose to become a prominent member of Takeshi’s clan.

The ‘Chair’ had given him something he had never knew would be possible. He could not help but admired his own reflection from a standing mirror in Hikaru Miki’s bedroom. His new pair of hands – feminine and delicate – kept brushing against his stolen neck, finding it hard to believe that it was actually straight and proper. In fact, two words came to mind when he looked at himself now - beauty and kindness. It was a complete opposite of what he used to be. He had made it home from the Sato Yui’s residence on foot and not a single passerby had given him the kind of looks he used to get when he was still Goto. People used to either fear or tried to stay out of his way. While that aspect of him had seemed to be lost, it was replaced with something else. Quite a few men – both young and old – appeared to be blushing while stealing glances of his stolen form.

For the first time in his life, he could now not only be considered as an attractive individual, but someone benevolent. Even though, it was not in the way he had expected, but he was still loving it. The only way to repay Takeshi-sama’s trust in him was to accomplish what he was set out to achieve. With the face and body of Hikaru Miki, all he needed now was to maintain the façade of a good policewoman.

Nevertheless, Goto found it surprisingly easy to adapt to his new perspective. Everything seemed to be angled differently than the way they were when his neck was still tilted. However, he had gotten used to the new orientation as soon as he had reached Miki’s home. Like every other chosen ones, the former 51-year-old Yakuza had done background of the identity he was about to assume before he had put on the hollow skin. Along with the information he had gathered during the old Miki’s ‘state-of-truthfulness’, the former Goto had immediately recognised the old man watering the flowers in the garden as Miki’s father while the lady knitting a sweater in front of the TV as Miki’s mother. After greeting them with his sweet sultry voice, he made a beeline to where Miki’s room would be. He had memorised that from the most recent floor plan they had obtained.

“Are you staying for dinner?” Miki’s mother shouted from the ground floor.

“Sure… I’m gonna need to be alone until then. Errr… working on something,” the former Goto shouted back before slamming the door shut.

That was how he got here as he had long discarded Miki’s sweater before feeling up his stolen form. From the 26-year-old’s neck, he moved her graceful ….. (Patreon censorship)…..

“I hope mommy and daddy didn’t notice their daughter came home without wearing any underwear,” Miki said with a giggle as she continue to feel herself up.

“Miki, are you okay in there?” her mother’s concerned tone was obvious on the other side of the door.

“I… I’m fine… just that day of the month. Took some painkillers. Just let me rest a bit,”Miki lied.

“If you say so dear. Do give me a shout if you need anything,” her mother said before leaving her alone.

“It’s been a while, Miki! How have you been?!”

“...”

“It’s me Kimiko! How can you not recognize my voice?”

It was a chirpy voice of a woman. Having no memories and limited information on Miki’s friends apart from those working in the police department, the former Goto had to fathom a guess.

“Oh, hi Kimiko-chan... It HAS been a while... We should meet and catch up!”

“Totally!”

“I’m kinda in the middle of something. We should probably set up a time,” Miki said.

“Totally! Just text me the time and place. I’m gonna hook us with the rest of the class,” Kimiko said with plenty of excitement.

“Sure... Why not,” Miki responded blandly.

Her head throbbed as soon as the call ended. This was going to be a challenge. Without the familiarity of her own past, the impostor would have to come up with excuses to miss the reunion. With the girl’s mentioning of some ‘class’, at least she now had something to work on. Returning to the screen on her phone, she dialled a number which she had memorise before hitting the call button.

“I need information on some girl... Just the given name... Kimiko. Oh, she’s probably from the same school or class,” Miki muttered into the phone before hanging up without waiting for a response. Someone in the Yakuza would look it up and have the required information sent to her by evening.

In the meantime, she trained her sight on her closet in the room. There was also an average size dresser next to it.

‘Time to check out what this girl wears,’ she thought before sauntering over to Miki’s wardrobe.

The 2-door closet opened to a collection of dresses, tops, slacks and office suits arranged neatly with clothes hanger from the single rack. Additional denim-pants and tees were folded equally as tidy on the bottom shelves. True to her girl-next-door personality, there was nothing to shout about from her lingerie collection tucked away in the drawers of her dresser. Other than a few pair of lacy bras with matching panties, the former Goto found them not as fancy as the ones in Sato Yui’s dresser. But still, he was eager to try them all – specially the pair of Miki’s old police uniform of sky blue button-up top and navy blue pencil skirt.

“Now, where do you keep your cap?” Miki muttered to herself.

The High School Senior

Sugita Hiromi was in good spirit as she exited the Sato Yui’s apartment block before making her way back to where she came from, taking the usual route whenever she was visiting Yui-san. Her cheeks warmed to the thought of the high ranking officer. The two of them had been thriving on a steady relationship while meeting up regularly during weekends. Hiromi was proud of herself that she was abled to keep their budding connection a secret. She had once been eager to show off to her friends that she was seeing an older woman, a chief of a special organised crime unit no less. But she managed to keep her promise to the lovely 38 year-old.

Once the high senior had rounded the corner of a commercial building, she retrieved her cellphone from her school bag. One of the few peculiar requests of Yui-san was for her to come in her school uniforms. Sometimes she would request Hiromi to bring along her school’s swimming suit or even club activities attire such as the outfit of her school’s volleyball team which she happened to be the captain of.

The number of missed calls and unread messages from her butler and her chauffeur did not concerned her much. After all, she had informed them that she had sneaked out of the mall’s fitting room, not for the first time, to be at a friend’s party. For good measures, she told them not to worry and that she would let them know once she was ready to leave. It was the sort of lies which she had to come up with whenever Yui-san wished to see her. The lovey lady officer even taught her how to conceal her track to avoid being tailed, something which Hiromi found plenty of excitement from.

“Nagano-san, I’m back at the mall. Please come pick me up,” Hiromi spoke politely to her chauffeur through her phone.

Unlike many of her social status, Hiromi had always been on amicable terms with both her butler as well as her family chauffeur whom had been charged to look after her well-being. Her parents had spent most of their time overseas running a film production company which had recently moved its headquarters to Seoul and Hollywood. So, Nagano and Mihayara-san had been like family to her, more so then her own parents.

The old Hiromi would have been ashamed of her recent behaviour of sneaking out on the two long-serving house staffs if she had not met Yui-san a couple of months ago. The policewoman was at her school for an educational talk on the detrimental effects of drug abuse. The two of them immediately strike up a friendly conversation. To observers, it felt more like Yui-san had zoomed in on her before making her approach. Hiromi was asked about her parents successful production company – Grand Entertainment Production. She was apparently looking into the shoddy businesses of her parents’ rivals – Aikawa Corps.

While waiting for her ride, the high school girl looked back on the fateful day when she had fell in love with Sato Yui.

“Are my parents in trouble?” Hiromi asked, her fingers nervously fiddling with the long braid hanging from the left side of her cute face.

The braid was her signature style which she had been presented with ever since her junior years. Whenever she was having volleyball practice, she would rolled them up in a circular bun before wrapping a hair-net over it.

“Not at this moment. Though, I would tread cautiously if my parents’ rival are someone as fearsome as the Aikawas,” Yui said matter-of-factly.

It was three days later when ‘it’ happened. Nagano-san had called to inform that he would be late to pick her up from school. “Something really odd happened to Lincoln-san,” her chauffeur said, referring to the family limousine with the nickname he had given it for years.

“It looked as if someone had tampered with it… I’m going to be around 30 minutes late,” Nagano said.

“It’s alright. I’m not going anywhere,” Hiromi said before hanging up and taking out a novel from her school bag to read while she waited.

Barely a page later, the honk of a car disrupted her reading. She looked up and immediately recognised the figure inside the vehicle as Yui-san.

“Where do you live?” Yui asked.

Hiromi told her the location of her family mansion without hesitation.

“I can give you a ride. I’m passing through that part of the town,” the police chief offered.

“It’s okay. My ride’s on the way.”

“There was an accident at the Mayuri junction. Trust me when I say that the traffic there was a nightmare. I know because I just came from there,” Yui said. Hiromi eventually relented and thanked Yui-san for her kindness before getting into her car.

“Young lady! Hiromi,” the calls from Nagano-san interrupted her flashback. The chauffeur had just arrived with his ‘Lincoln-san’.

If he had been on time that day, Hiromi wouldn’t had been brought to the suspicious warehouse against her will. She wouldn’t have been coaxed into sitting on a suspicious chair and turned into a deflated skin for one of the Yakuzas to put on. It should have been a traumatic experience, but somehow, she found it amusing as she climbed into the black Lincoln. With her now working for her family’s business rival, she would have ways to repay Yui-san, or should she say Orochi-sama’s faith in him.

“Please forgive me for saying this Hiromi-sama, but your recent behaviour has gotten us really worried,” the chauffeur said as he steer the limousine back onto the main road.

“And, you’re worrying too much. I’m eighteen this year remember? Rest assured that I shall be responsible for my own actions,” Hiromi said as her svelte hand sneaked under the checkered skirt of her summer school uniform.

The act of having a serious conversation with someone who had seen her grow up while secretly stroking her crotch through her cotton panties, excited her more than she had expected. She was stroking the part which had been taken away from the former owner of this body while the person she was talking to, had absolutely no idea that he was actually talking to a middle-aged Yakuza man in disguise. The impostor stroke with more purpose to that introspection, as he felt the softness of Hiromi’s underwear against his stolen flatness between his smooth thighs.

More to come…