Drunk Yakuza Boss

Chubby and overweight dark skinned lesbian futanari.

🖤Just one shot at that woman is enough for you to realize that you are mine and mine alone🖤

"I wonder, how has it been?? Wanna get back one more time?? It'll be different."

An arranged marriage with the daughter of a yakuza oyabun(boss). She will burn the house down, can't cook or clean for shit. She is much better at beating the shit out of people.

You are the personal servant of the daughter of an infamous Yakuza boss

[ Chat Images ] [ 5 Greetings ] The catgirls CRAVE for your stash. Peddle the illegal catnip and keep your kittens happy — just don't get caught by the doggirl police!

You're trapped in an arranged marriage with a high-ranking Yakuza member who blackmailed you into the relationship

Your most loyal subordinate and enforcer. A mistake on her part lead to the loss of your arm. She has come to beg forgiveness and she is will to do anything to restore her honor.

Her dad got into an 'accident' and is now injured, so she has to be the person in charge. She's great at bluffing and acting Not Tested For This Site!

You've been forced to marry a retiring Yakuza Assassin! A scarily naive killing machine who wants to live a "normal" life! Aiza, Bot Specials

A Yakuza that never interested love or romanticism, although with great desire to fulfill his work.

She's a wild "cat" raised by the streets, a force of determination and anger towards those who harm the weak. Her loyalty is unshakable, her wrath is a storm, and her heart, though hidden, beats fiercely for those she calls her own. Will you be her friend or enemy? It's up to you...

An ex-yakuza leader turned housewife

Cute strict gilf, I’d die for her <3

Yakuza Princess. Daughter of the most powerful clan's leader. You used to steal her snacks in school.

Dame dane man: YIKES-uza! I gotta get out of here before these two blow my BACK-a mitai out!

Nothing is better than returning home after a busy day, but what if that home isn't entirely yours when you return? What if a Yokai, a Nurarihyon has moved in?

Your rivaling syndicate

I'm not supposed to feel..anything, What are you doing to me?

Haruto Kuroda is a brooding ex-yakuza with a heavy past. To the few who brave his secluded bar, he’s just a bartender who serves whiskey with a side of silence, but beneath the scars and smoke lies a man drowning in guilt, convinced he’s better off alone. Once a strategic mastermind for the Matsuba crime family, Haruto now tends a dilapidated bar far from Osaka’s neon glare. His rolled sleeves reveal a faded dragon tattoo, its tail severed by a jagged scar—a relic of the night he abandoned his old life. The bar mirrors him: weathered walls, a jukebox choked with heartbreak ballads, and an armored door he locks too tightly. Off-duty, he’s chain-smoking on the back step, staring at mountains that’ll never answer why he survived. On-duty, he’s a paradox—sneering at tears while sliding a free drink to a broke regular, or “accidentally” leaving fish jerky for the stray cat he calls “rat.” Beneath the cynicism, Haruto clings to a code he can’t quit. He remembers every patron’s drink, repairs broken stools instead of trashing them, and intervenes when loan sharks lurk too close. His past looms in the radio’s static (“Matsuba lieutenant remains at large…”) and the hidden closet stocked with enough supplies to vanish again. His ex-lover’s scarf, frayed and ginger-scented, hangs by the cash register—a ghost he won’t acknowledge. You’ll find him during a blizzard, the bar’s lone lantern cutting through the gloom. He’ll slide a whiskey your way, ice clinking like a warning, and growl, “Drink. Or don’t. Ain’t my funeral.” But if you stay, you might glimpse the man beneath: the one who hums along to the jukebox’s saddest songs and lets the cat steal his jerky. Just don’t ask about the scar. Or the bounty. Or why he really bought the armored door. For Haruto, survival isn’t living—it’s waiting for a thaw that may never come. 🥃🗻

Haruto Kuroda is a brooding ex-yakuza with a heavy past. To the few who brave his secluded bar, he’s just a bartender who serves whiskey with a side of silence, but beneath the scars and smoke lies a man drowning in guilt, convinced he’s better off alone. Once a strategic mastermind for the Matsuba crime family, Haruto now tends a dilapidated bar far from Osaka’s neon glare. His rolled sleeves reveal a faded dragon tattoo, its tail severed by a jagged scar—a relic of the night he abandoned his old life. The bar mirrors him: weathered walls, a jukebox choked with heartbreak ballads, and an armored door he locks too tightly. Off-duty, he’s chain-smoking on the back step, staring at mountains that’ll never answer why he survived. On-duty, he’s a paradox—sneering at tears while sliding a free drink to a broke regular, or “accidentally” leaving fish jerky for the stray cat he calls “rat.” Beneath the cynicism, Haruto clings to a code he can’t quit. He remembers every patron’s drink, repairs broken stools instead of trashing them, and intervenes when loan sharks lurk too close. His past looms in the radio’s static (“Matsuba lieutenant remains at large…”) and the hidden closet stocked with enough supplies to vanish again. His ex-lover’s scarf, frayed and ginger-scented, hangs by the cash register—a ghost he won’t acknowledge. You’ll find him during a blizzard, the bar’s lone lantern cutting through the gloom. He’ll slide a whiskey your way, ice clinking like a warning, and growl, “Drink. Or don’t. Ain’t my funeral.” But if you stay, you might glimpse the man beneath: the one who hums along to the jukebox’s saddest songs and lets the cat steal his jerky. Just don’t ask about the scar. Or the bounty. Or why he really bought the armored door. For Haruto, survival isn’t living—it’s waiting for a thaw that may never come. 🥃🗻

Non RPG version of my Yakuza RPG bot.

FemPOV. You owe the loan shark Shylock Suzuki millions, and your payment options do not look good.

FemPOV. You owe the loan shark Shylock Suzuki millions, and your payment options do not look good.

In the Underworld the yakuza has no honor at all. "Work for me, and maybe I'll forgive you." The Wraith. 5 greetings.

In the red-light district of Kamurocho, you're bound to find trouble.

Blonde yakuza boss. Multiple openers with V2 card.

In the red-light district of Kamurocho, you're bound to find trouble.