Chapter 3: Nanase performs on stage at the Sakurakai Okiya club

This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns will be found by reading the the chapters in order.

Inside the Sakurakai Okiya club, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and cheap sake and filled with the harsh sounds of male Japanese voices filled with anticipation. It had an exclusive membership requirement: members needed to have served in the notorious WW2 Japanese military police, the Kenpeitai, to join. They gathered to remember the war and their role in it in an orgy of vice. No hated USA or Commonwealth occupying forces intruded into this well-kept secret and hidden world. This was their private realm, a place to toast the Emperor’s unyielding spirit and plot a resurgence from the ashes of defeat.

Tucked away in a bomb ruined corner of Tokyo, it was the sanctuary for ex-members of the Imperial Army’s feared military police, secret service, and intelligence arm all in one. Here, in this their private temple shrine, they could don parts of their old uniforms: the peaked caps, olive-drab tunics, polished Sam Browne belts, and sheathed samurai swords, treasured symbols of the Bushido code they still clung to.

The walls were adorned with faded maps of conquered territories they had controlled and ruthlessly operated in: Manchuria, the Pacific islands, and Southeast Asia. Between these hung black-and-white photos of interrogations and “victories” that stirred their pride in the brutal efficiency of their WW2 exploits.

The stage was a raised platform of polished wood ringed by low tables and tatami mats and was lit by ex-army spotlights. It was ringed by cushions where these men sat cross-legged or knelt, their faces fixed with pride, yet eager with their eyes still gleaming with the fire of old campaigns. Tonight’s gathering was special. Word had spread quickly through their underground networks, and the club was packed.

Misaki stood at the stage’s edge, her customary cheongsam, an idea she had picked up in Shanghai, split to her waist in a nod to the Chinese territories they had ‘pacified’, while a traditional Chinese dragon tattooed above her slit was a reminder of when they controlled most of China.

She raised a hand, and the buzz of voices ceased. “Honoured brothers of the Kenpeitai, sons of the Sakura, welcome to a night that honours our glorious legacy. In this hall of memories, where we recall the interrogations that bent enemies to our will, witness the utter submission of a Japanese traitor. Nanase, once a pleasure woman for our invaders, is now our plaything and has been trained to debase herself for your pleasure, just as we once humbled the weak.”

The men nodded solemnly, some raising sake cups in toast, murmuring “Banzai” under their breaths. Their pride swelled: this was no mere brothel show, but a ritual echoing their wartime prowess when they had turned captives into broken tools, extracting confessions through fear, pain and degradation.

From the shadows, Nanase was led out on a leash by Yalina, her nudity displayed under the spotlights. Collared around the neck with leather branded in kanji reading “Kenpeitai Property,” her wrists were bound, allowing just enough freedom for the acts to come. Her 32A tits rose and fell in time with her anxious breathing as she knelt at centre stage, head bowed and reduced to a spectacle in a shrine to their glory.

Misaki stood at the edge of the stage. She raised a hand for silence, her voice cutting through the din like a samurai sword through a prisoner’s neck. “Welcome, warrior heroes who never gave up the fight. This is our newest acquisition, a traitor who has consorted and fucked with our oppressors. She will enjoy being taken on stage by three of our best.”

The crowd erupted in cheers and wolf whistles, glasses clinking as they leaned forward. Nanase knelt at centre stage, head bowed, full of shame and yet tinges of arousal swirled in her gut, and her cunt twitched, betraying her: she was responding to the conditioning Misaki, Yuliani, and Akiyo had drilled into her and made her enjoy perversion.