Everything got a lot easier

A woman tucked a strand of red hair beneath a black wig and ensured it was properly in place. She adjusted the hairpiece to fit on her head and admired her new look. The perfect disguise had been achieved.

As she stepped out of the restroom, she could hear raucous laughter and clinking glasses from the bar. The Kamiwara's yakuza had gathered there, enjoying one another's company as they shared stories and drank sake - but she searched for one particular member with white hair, seated at the far end of the space.

At the same time, a blonde woman at the counter nervously sipped her wine glass. She had been waiting for her friend, and as soon as she saw her, she signaled for her to come closer.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked, so quietly that only her companion could hear her.

Izumi looked admiringly at the love of her life and smiled confidently. She had wanted to marry her former next-door neighbor for a long time and was determined to do whatever was necessary to make it happen.

"More than ever," she sighed, but her loving look turned into a scowl as she observed how the man of her dreams gazed affectionately at another man beside him.

Izumi couldn't believe it. Only a couple of months ago, her friends-with-benefits told her the awkward-looking man was no one, but there he was with his ridiculous colored hair, blushing as Jiro moved closer and murmured something into his ear.

She felt her chest tighten and her heart ache as she watched the man she adored look at someone else with such love. He never gazed at her like that, not even when she screamed his name during their intense lovemaking.

Maybe they had agreed beforehand that their relationship was just a fling, a temporary affair with no commitments - but her feelings had already been there all along, growing stronger every time they were together.

Whenever she wanted something, she made sure she got it, even if it meant breaking the law - and she wanted that man above all else.

Her interest was drawn to the drinks they were having - the yakuza enjoyed sake while his acquaintance had a red cocktail.

Just then, a man with short black hair and wearing a suit like the rest of the yakuza, walked up to them.

"Can we just get this over with? This place freaks me out!" her friend whispered.

Izumi looked as the white-haired one gestured for the third person to sit opposite the pair. She narrowed her eyes, studying the stranger's clumsiness as he settled into his seat and spilled some of his drink on himself.

"You know what? Everything got a lot easier," Izumi smiled as she sat on the stool, envisioning the plan in her head. She clutched her white and gray Birkin purse tightly, guarding the contents that would help her achieve her dream of marrying the man she loved.

(A while later)

Natsuo felt his cheeks turning pink as his roommate's hand slowly moved up his inner thigh.

Jiro chatted with Shoji and paid attention to him, but while he spoke, his sneaky fingers climbed up his boyfriend's leg.

He gasped quietly as the other's digits massaged his crotch, sending a pleasurable sensation throughout his body. The other yakuza members around the bar were too busy talking and getting drunk to notice the intimate moment between the two men - even Shoji seemed oblivious to his clansman's actions as he explained a story that had happened earlier in the day.

Jiro leaned on his hand, sitting relaxed and half-smiling mischievously as he stroked his partner. His gaze was focused on the black-haired one as if listening intently to every word he said.

Natsuo shifted slightly in his seat, trying to hide his growing arousal.

"Really? You did that?" Jiro asked curiously as his clan brother described an incident about his encounter with a rival gang member.

Natsuo gulped softly as he felt the man's hand pressing against the bulge inside his trousers. He was completely aware of the intense tingle coursing through his veins, so to prevent himself from moaning out loud, he bit his lip and closed his eyes.

"Natsuo? Are you alright?"

Shoji's concerned voice washed the frown off the teal-haired's face, and he opened his eyes anxiously. He forced a smile, acting as if nothing was wrong.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," he said in an almost convincing tone.

"Arata, would you mind if we excused ourselves for a moment?" Jiro politely asked with a kind smile before turning to Natsuo and taking his hand.

The white-haired yakuza pulled his boyfriend along as he led him away from the bar towards private chambers where they could be alone.

...

Shoji was confused by the sudden departure of his clansman and roommate. He shrugged and was about to light a cigarette when a female voice suddenly coughed behind his shoulder, making him jump in surprise.

"Excuse me," a young woman smiled apologetically.

She had a slim frame, but her breasts were emphasized in her tight white dress. Her flawless skin glowed in the dim light, and her golden hair curled down her neck in smooth spirals. She was undoubtedly beautiful, mesmerizing the young yakuza with her soft features and delicate curves.

Shoji's eyes widened as he stared at the woman in shock. He tried to find the right words while his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

"I would like to order from the bar. Could you please help me?"

The tobacco he had placed in his mouth fell to the ground.

"Are you talking to m-me?"

The woman giggled sweetly and her lips curved into a flirtatious smirk.

"Yes, I'm talking to you," she said, her voice sounding like a melody.

The man jumped up eagerly from his seat, ready to attend to the woman's needs. It was rare for a female to approach a male like him, but he was determined not to let this opportunity slip away.

As they walked away, another figure with a black wig made her way over to the empty table, hiding her features behind cat-eye sunglasses.

The woman watched the couple for a while before moving the nearest wooden screen to create some privacy.

She opened her purse and pulled out a perfume bottle. As soon as she uncapped it, she dripped a few drops of clear liquid into the red cocktail.

Izumi put the container back and glanced around one last time, smiling broadly to herself as she left the scene.