What Shiina was wearing couldn’t exactly called very lewd. Actually, compared to her normal looks it really wasn’t even worth mentioning in terms of lewdness. The thing that struct me was no naked skin or seductive body parts, I was really used to them.

What struck me was the impossible perfectness of cuteness and sexiness!

Shiina was wearing a black hoody with cat-ears attached to the hood. Her adorable face, in combination with the ears on top of her head and the strange cuteness of an animal themed hoody where already bad enough, but on top of that she was wearing shorts with a black cat-tail lurking around her legs!

The hoody itself was very short, only reaching a little above Shiina’s breasts, but to make things even worse it was only slightly zipped up, leaving a huge cleavage.

Shiina grinned cutely and slightly bend forward causing the cleavage to become even bigger and give me clear view on her twin peaks and perked up nipples. She made a peace sign next to her head and showed her tongue.

“You like it?”

She knew damn well that I liked it!

Even Mei was flashed by the incredible perfection stemming from Shiina’s flawless looks and the cuteish, lewd outfit.

“You are too adorable!”, she muttered under her breath. For some reason she did not seem to mind the lewd part at all.

“Hehe, thanks!”, Shiina replied with a laugh.

Lost in my thoughts my eyes fell on my watch and I realized that it was already 1pm. I have been missing from my flat for an entire day and right now I remembered that I had told Jill to check whether I’m still alive after the matter with the Chinese and russian’s was over.

I looked after my phone but couldn’t find it in my pockets.

With a small curse I realized that it must have broken during my fight with the Chinese Mafiosi.

“We should get going, I have to tell Jill that I’m still alive…”, as I said these words a sudden wave of weakness overcame me. Pain spread across my entire body and for a moment it seemed like I would lose consciousness. I staggered a little but managed to catch myself before falling.

Well, that was close.

It was only now that I remembered that I was still injured. Actually, it was really amazing how I managed to move around like I did up till now. After all, I wasn’t just stabbed with a knife, but also shot with a gun.

I really should be a little more careful not to overdo it.

Still a little dizzy I sat down on a chair.

“You are right.”, Shiina replied to my earlier words, apparently without noticing my sudden moment of weakness.

“But before that…”, she turned around and walked to another shelf, “There is one last thing we have to do!”, she turned around and presented a red, leather collar to us. It was larger than the one Shiina had and a thicker. All in all, it was a lot more noticeable than the small black collar Shiina wore.

Shiina faced Mei. “You are Ryan’s slave now, so you should also wear a collar as I, his pet, do!”, she closed the distance between them and placed the collar in Mei’s hands.

The young Chinese women looked at it for some time. Then she nodded.

“You are right.”, without another word she opened the collar, placed it around her neck and tightened it. After that she accepted the small metal lock Shiina also fetched and attached it to the collar.

With a quite click, the collar was locked onto Mei’s neck.

I had to admit that the combination of the apron-like onesi and the striking, red collar had something very alluring.

“Well than, let’s go!”, before Mei or me even realized it, Shiina had somehow attached two leashes to her and Mei’s collar’s and paced the other end into my hand.

“It’s time to go on a walk!”, the small lady said with a cheerful smile and walked ahead.

I also grinned and followed her.

With no other choice, since I literally had her on my leash, Mei also followed behind. Unlike the completely comfortable Shiina, she was pretty flustered to run around in her risqué outfit with a leash attached to her collar.

Outside the room the two guards were still waiting.

When they caught sight of Shiina and Mei their jaws literally just dropped, and I could swear to have seen their spirits leave their bodies for a moment. When their eyes returned to me I could see the deep-rooted jealousy inside their minds.

Well I can’t blame them, my luck with women is just….

“Inside the room are some clothes I set aside, please pack them and bring them with us.”, Shiina said in a relaxed manner. She really was the daughter of a mafia boss, ordering people around like that.

For a split moment the two men seemed to be stuck in a dream, then they hurriedly walked into the room and did as they were told. Less than 3 minutes later they walked out of the room, carrying two large backs full of clothes.

“Now let’s go!”, I said energetically.

We walked to the entrance of the building, wore out jackets (It’s still winter and freaking cold) and stepped outside. The weather was quite ok, still more or less cold (5 degrees celsius) but at least it wasn’t raining.

Both girls were wearing long parkas to cover up their bare legs, so their outfits weren’t really that visible, but the collars and leashes still attracted quite a lot of attention. Fortunately, the fact that two scary looking yakuza were escorting us, even thought they were carrying bags with clothes, warded of the more aggressive onlookers.

That did not stop many of the men from staring though. After all, you don’t get the chance to see two beautiful girls wearing collars and leashes every day! (Well at least if you aren’t called Ryan Lekish…)

This in turn embarrassed Mei, who unlike Shiina was very mindful of their curious and disbelieving stares.

In this manner we walked around the city until we once again reached the red-light district of Aachen. The amount of people in this area were significantly less than on the main streets or in the center of the city, but in turn those who walked around here were far more suspicious than the other ones.

Unfortunately for me, some of these suspicious looking guys actually work for me…

We were respectfully greeted by Japanese men along the way, all of whom where most likely taking payments from the surrounding brothels and bars.

Finally, we reached Jill’s bar.

Or at least my two guards told me it was her bar…

It wasn’t the one we visited last time, but according to the two yakuza Jill was very successful and as I was a friend of hers the yakuza were helping her a little boosting her success. This apparently was the third bar Jill had opened in the last few weeks!

“She is paying some ‘taxes’ to us, so we are helping her to find new spaces for her establishments…”, one of them said. It seemed like Jill was actually paying ‘me’ money of her own accord in order to use ‘my’ influence for her business.

“Also…”, the other man began hesitantly, “This bar is a little… different…”

I raised my eyebrow. “I’m used to Jill’s eccentrics, so let’s just go in.”

With this we entered the bar.

The twilight inside the room made it difficult to see for me at first. I heard the music and quiet chatter of people. High, female voices intermixing with male ones. There was a strong smell of alcohol and the air was slightly damp.

Then my eyes slowly adjusted to the lighting inside the room. Before I could even take a glance, a pair of tanned breasts appeared in my view and rapidly came closer. In the next moment they pressed against my face and I was embraced by an exited Jill.

“So, you ARE still alive!”, she said with a happy voice.

“Yes I am.. so could you please let go of me?”, I said with a slightly strained voice. My injuries were worsening again.

Jill realized that I wasn’t in the best condition and hurriedly let go of me. With a worried looked she expressed her concern. “Will you be alright?”

“Three weeks without any stress and I will be fine.”, I replied with a wry smile. This girl really never changes. I took a short look at her.

As always, she wasn’t wearing any clothes at all with her C-cup breasts swinging around freely. She seemed well, her face energetic and relaxed. Seemed like business was really going well for her.

I took my eyes off and looked around the room. Shortly after my eyebrows twitched.

“These girls definitely aren’t 18!”, my voice turned a little high as I watched an entirely nude waitress serving a customer a drink.

I wouldn’t bet my flat on it, but I was pretty sure the girl wasn’t older than 16 years old!