Art is by  pocketcookie
Daisuke Murakami belongs to me!!

Introducing Daisuke Murakami!
My big baddie!


A gigantic, herculean, brute, and scandalous, womanizing playboy. Deep blue eyes, his towering height (6'7" ), laid-back demeanor and thick and solid physique, make him an unrivaled paragon of male perfection. While domineering, aggressive, intimidating and superficially crude, Daisuke is also charming, affectionate, protective and laid back. Used to getting whatever he wants, Daisuke doesn't take "No" for an answer. Surrender yourself as one of his countless fuckbuddies, or win over his friendship, and you too could bask in his reflected glory, and enjoy the countless perks of being the companion of Daisuke Murakami, the heir to Japan's foremost luxury retail dynasty.


Daisuke Murakami was born into a wealthy family. Youngest of four boys, Daisuke always tried to impress his parents, mostly his father but was always shunned away. Daisuke wanted to take over the family business, but as the youngest son it was out of his grasp. Trying to fit in at school, he wanted to impress the older boys. It wasn't long till he was running errands for the local yakuza, and soon being accepted into their ranks. Graduating school, his parents wanted to ship him off to the states to a university but Daisuke would not leave his knew found family. Daisuke became violent and this violence quickly culminated in a murder after a failed attempt at stealing several million yen from the family business. Unfortunately, Daisuke's oldest brother caught him. His brother threatened to tell their father, resulting in Daisuke killing his brother. After a family meeting, where Daisuke threatened his family with the force of the Yakuza, Daisuke was now in charge of the Murakami family business and wealth. Daisuke often uses the family buisness, EXCELSUS Inc, as a front for human trafficking and money laundering.

Somewhere along the way Daisuke let his feelings get the better of him, and he fell in love with a young female Akita. Daisuke believes in keeping the Murakami blood line pure, when he found out his girlfriend was with child he was excited, as any young father would be. But when he found out his first born would be a girl, he was extremely disappointed. He refuses to let a female take over the family business.

Body modifications became an industry unto themselves in Japan and soon spreading to the rest of the world. Sure, there were back alley splicings and cybernetic technicians, but most of it was above board. There was even a neighborhood dedicated to it in old Harajuku. In the shadow of Kodakawa industries, the official splicing clinic, were dozens of small clinics packed together. Not just splicing, either, but all manner of medical enhancements. Some needed to cure medical issues, to make the blind see, the deaf hear, granting cybernetic legs to people born with none or who had lost theirs.

He began taking "gray area" jobs for Kodakawa Industrious. Once he learned as much as he could he would begin to open up his own business. F.Force Securities was born. Daisuke runs and operates his own security company, has a large army of weaponized female soldiers at his disposal.

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The large figure of the canine could be seen from across the room, his young daughter sitting not far from him. He wore a black suit, and he listened to his male guest speak. He gave a gentle growl, leaning back, obviously irritated. “She won't get in the way, if anything she would be rather helpful to you till our little project is done.” He cleared his throat, pulling at his collar a moment. Akira tilted her head, noticing her father tugging at his collar. She would situp, and make her way to his side where she would come behind him. She was dressed in a black, latex, sneaking suit. A red arm band with various red japanese printed upon the fabric. It was obvious her line of work dealt with security. She leaned forward, her arms reaching over her father's shoulders as her fingers gently worked upon the first few buttons of his white shirt. The male Akita shook his head. “Much better.” Akira would stand up, and stay near her father's side. “You see, she, and many other's like her work for me. You could say they are, personal body guards? Here, let me show you.” He held out his hand. “Akira, be a dear and show the nice men your augmentations?” Without hesitation she lifted her arm, where Daisuke would gently grab it at the wrist. “She can protect you... Her claws alone can gut a man.” The female's blue eyes blinked, shifting to look towards the large canine guest of her father's.

“Not to mention, you can use her as... let's say collateral. If I double cross you, you have my daughter. The single heir to the Murakami throne.” He let her arm fall to her side, and draped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She would respond to his touch, leaning into him as his claws gently grip and drag against the material of her sneaking suit. “But, she can not be replaced. So even though she can kill you, and trust me... She can. Remember she is still a woman and you must be rather gentle with her. If one single hair is harmed upon her body, trust me I will come for you.” Akira remained rather emotionless as the large male canine spoke. Long strands of black hair were pulled back into a ponytail, and her blue eyes now worked upon the other men in the room as she sized them up. “Akira, be a good girl and introduce yourself.”

She stood up, leaning across the table now as she extended her metal arm. “I am prototype K9-777i.” Daisuke gave a short laugh. “Forgive her, she doesn't... Get to interact with people in this sort of... setting. No, Itoshii ko... Your name.” He said, this softly, and gently touched the small of her back before allowing his hand to rest upon her rump. Blue eyes blinked as she looked towards the large wolf. “Akira, Akira Murakami. I hope our business transaction goes smoothly, it would be such a sha-” Daisuke grabbed a her rump. “Girls are to be seen and not heard, remember?” She nodded, hand still extended to her father's guest.

Daisuke smirked, leaning back within his seat.