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墨書 Inktalez
I almost fled back to Japan with Sachiko. I noticed her name tag, which boldly read "Tokyo Daio Hospital VIP Ward Special Guardian." Was everything my cousin said true? VIP Ward? What kind of place was that? Special Guardian? What kind of job was that? I had to find out what was going on!
I took a leave of absence and secretly went to the hospital where Sachiko worked. The VIP Ward was a separate area, elegant and discreet, with nurses who were all youthful and beautiful. I saw Sachiko, but the scene before me was the last thing I wanted to witness: she was half-supporting, half-holding up a large, rotund old man as they entered a patient room. The door closed behind them, and a "Do Not Disturb" sign hung on the handle.
Time passed slowly, each second felt like an eternity. My heart was in turmoil, and my palms and back were drenched in sweat. I wanted to rush in, to burst through the door and uncover the burning mystery that tormented me inside. But there were security guards patrolling the area, and they seemed to notice my distressed state; two of them were keeping a close eye on me.
After a full hour, the door finally opened. The man emerged, adjusting his clothes with a satisfied expression as he swayed away. Sachiko followed him out, her hair disheveled and looking unusually exhausted. My mind raced with images of Sachiko "serving" the guest in that room, and those images began to overlap with the disturbing scenes my cousin had shown me...
At that moment, I nearly fainted. I didn’t know how I made it home; I locked myself in my room and smoked an entire pack of cigarettes.
When Sachiko returned, I grabbed her shirt and demanded, "You spent so long in that room with that fat man; tell me what you were doing!"
"Did you follow me?" Sachiko's face flushed red.
"I need to know what you did with that man!" I shouted.
Tears fell from Sachiko's eyes as she replied, "I don't know what you're talking about!"
I pulled up the video link that Cousin sent me. "You can watch it yourself!"
Her face flushed with embarrassment as she forcefully threw her phone into my lap. "Are you doubting me because of this?"
"What else could it be? You need to give me a reasonable explanation!"
Sachiko wiped her eyes and tiptoed to retrieve a certificate from the bookshelf. "Here, take a look!"
It was a Traditional Chinese Medicine Massage Technique Level Certificate. "I provide Traditional Chinese Massage to patients in my room."
But how could I explain the video? My mind replayed those indecent scenes: Sachiko, the protagonist, doing everything to help a man with his "difficulties"—using her hands, her mouth, her body to tease him until he was driven mad and pounced on her...
It was the real deal!
Sachiko grew increasingly agitated, nearly trembling as she operated her phone. Soon enough, the link opened another explicit video, and the male lead was none other than the Former Prime Minister of Japan, who had already been thoroughly exposed.
"You've heard of AI Technology, right? Because I'm so beautiful, many AV companies use AI Technology to superimpose my face onto their films. What you saw was all fake!"
Of course, I wanted that to be true!
"分かりましたか？私を信じますか?" (Do you understand? Do you believe me?) Sachiko asked, lifting her chin to stare at me.
I remained silent, tears streaming down my face as I embraced the visibly wronged Sachiko and kissed her.
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I owed my cousin 500,000 yuan. He coveted the bracelet that Grandpa held, but Grandpa had given it to me instead, which made him both jealous and resentful.
Cousin was nearly thirty and still single, let alone married. This guy had done nothing but engage in shady activities since childhood. He often watched Adult Films from Island Nation and recognized Sachiko as a "star" from several films.
There was no way I could let Grandpa know about this!
Cousin seized on this point and asked to "borrow money" from me. "Bro, that bracelet is worth at least a few million! Grandpa gave it to you for his own reasons; I won't fight you for it, but you have to let your little brother have some benefits too! What if one day I accidentally let slip that my sister-in-law is Japanese and works in that industry? Do you think Grandpa's frail body could handle it?"
He asked for 500,000 yuan; how could I possibly have such a large sum?
Shamelessly, he suggested, "We can do installments based on current mortgage rates—principal plus interest..."
I couldn't pay him back in the short term, and in the long run, I'd be burdened with high interest.
This scoundrel feared that after Grandpa passed away, I would default on the debt and forced me to sign an IOU for future claims.
Although I both hated and feared it, I dared not disobey. No matter what, I could not let my grandfather die with regrets.
After all, Sachiko is Japanese, and even if she weren't, Cousin's big mouth would surely stir up trouble! If he brought out the video, everyone in the family would only believe in "where there’s a picture, there’s a truth." Who understands what AI really is?
I worked desperately, but it still wasn't enough to cover Cousin's Monthly Payment. I found another Fight Club to work part-time, serving as a sparring partner for customers after my shifts, often coming home with bruises and cuts!
Sachiko noticed something was off. "Honey, I'm here at home; you don't have to work so hard!"
I stammered, "Your belly is getting bigger; I have to work hard for the baby formula money!"
But lies always get exposed when you least expect it. Sachiko used my phone to make a call and accidentally saw my chats with Cousin and the records of money I had sent him.
I thought she would cry and shout, scolding me for being useless and not being a real man.
In reality, she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, her face pressed against my back as she softly sobbed and blamed herself: "I'm sorry, honey. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be in such a passive position!"
But could I blame her for that?
"How about we give him the bracelet?"
"No way!" I firmly refused. "He would immediately get rid of it; no matter how much he sells it for, he would take it straight to the gambling table and lose it all!"
It was time to pay the Monthly Payment again when Sachiko handed me a large sum of money. "I met a wealthy patient who appreciates my skills and wants me to provide services at his home after work. This means I'll earn a significant extra income on top of my salary!"
I was happy yet pained that Sachiko had to work even harder.
She seemed unconcerned: "It's fine; we're married; we should share everything together!"
Now I believed that love knows no borders! Sachiko truly loved me!
We loved each other; everything else didn't matter.
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