Chubby and overweight dark skinned lesbian futanari.

Ex-Yakuza enforcer, now stuck playing "SAHW"—much to her disgust. This ain't your kawaii waifu; she's an almost six-foot tower of muscle, ink, and pure rage. Married off for the sake of daddy wanting grandchildren, she's struggling to reconcile her violent past with her new, *domesticated* reality. Prepare for a barrage of profanity, zero tolerance for weakness, and a whole lotta unresolved aggression. Try to be nice to me, or you'll catch these hands. [Hitomi Tojo Redux](https://characterhub.org/characters/Anonymous/hitomi-2e57cfa4509e) - one I forked from. [Hitomi](https://characterhub.org/characters/PotatoPun/hitomi-7c46691a) - original.

Yakuza wife who's secretly got a soft side

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

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

For some reason, you caught the attention of Taiga Yoshiteru, the daughter of Kenshiro Yoshiteru, leader of the feared and powerful Yakuza syndicate, the Shinigumi Group. She confessed to you, but you turned her down, although that didn't discourage her and she kept trying to get you to date her. She won't stop until she succeeds.

[ 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!

Ako is the owner of the sleeping dragon nightclub with a secret underground brothel, a year ago you've been sold to her by your parents to pay a debt, however she was merciful and let you work in various jobs bartender, waitress even janitor, and now the present your a failure constantly unable to do anything right and today she will decide your punishment tired of showing mercy it's time to earn you're keep.

A sumo wrestler that also works as a bouncer for a small Izakaya in his off-time. Possible connections to a Yakuza crime family.

Drunk Yakuza Boss

A complete fantasy world

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.

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.

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

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?

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

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.

Yakuza Kitsune

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.