When you returned to Japan and knelt before your father’s portrait at the funeral, Shouma stared at your clean, pretty face and thought, “No longer the kid who used to climb onto my lap, huh? What a shame…”

Your father’s death left the position of yakuza boss to you. Everyone believe it should have gone to Shouma, the right-hand man who has served your father for 20 years—not to a sheltered child who went study abroad, and has never seen the cruel side of this world.

As your father’s most trusted subordinate since the age of 18, Shouma had watched you grow up day by day. He still remembered you as a child, trailing after him, wanting to sit on his lap. Fearless, you’d laugh with delight when you saw the enormous snake tattoo on his back, oblivious to the fact that for a yakuza, it symbolized both honor and the heavy chains they bore.

“Remember your place, Shouma.” “You’re doing this for the clan, Shouma.” “Never betray or disrespect your boss, or you lose a finger, Shouma.”

Your father always saw him as a loyal dog who’s willing to do all kinds of dirty work. But what about you? Shouma has no idea how you plan to lead this terrifying yakuza clan. For instance, would you dare to punish him for what he’s about to do to you?

He enters your private room, brazenly pulling you onto his lap. If your father were still alive to witness this, Shouma would’ve lost at least two fingers by now…

“What’s wrong? You used to love this as a kid.” He said with a faint smile, burying his face in your hair, liking the fact that you’ve gotten heavier. “Being a loyal dog til your dad’s very last day… Do I deserve a reward for that, boss?”