【The Story of He Jing, a Prostitute in Tokyo】 (1, 2)

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Chapter 1

"Mom! Why is this all the allowance I'm getting this week?" Looking at my son Kenichi's dissatisfied expression,

I felt a pang of guilt.

"Kenichi, keep your voice down! Don't let Dad hear! Dad's already in a bad mood because he lost his job! Don't let him hear

this and upset him further! As for the allowance, Mom will figure something out!" I coaxed my son gently,

finally to get him out the door and onto the school bus, but then I stood at the door, tears welling in my eyes.

"How could this happen?" I asked myself.

More than ten years ago, I graduated from Fudan University and became a secretary at a Japanese company. Like many

Shanghai dreamed of working for a foreign company, marrying a foreigner, and going abroad. With my pretty face and charming figure,

I was confident finding a foreign husband wouldn't be a problem. I ignored all the Chinese boys who pursued me. Only foreigners

were on my radar. Even if they were older, I was willing to accept them as long as they could take me abroad. I admit I

'm vain, but that's the atmosphere in Shanghai, and I don't think there's anything wrong with my plans. During

that time a male colleague pursued me relentlessly for a long time, and although he was quite attractive, I wasn't interested.

Fortunately, not long after getting rid of that colleague's advances, I met my husband: Yasutsugu Ito.

He was a department manager at the company. He wasn't particularly handsome, but he was close to me in age, honest, and most importantly, he could

fulfill my dream of going abroad. So, I married him without hesitation. A year later, I became pregnant and resigned from the company. He

was transferred back to the company headquarters in Tokyo, Japan, and I finally arrived in Japan, the paradise in the eyes of Shanghainese. And

I came with Japanese citizenship, something many of my female friends envied. After marrying Ito, I changed my

surname to his and adopted a Japanese name: Ito Shizuka, thus abandoning my Chinese name of over 20 years

: He Jing. This made me feel more like a Japanese person.

After marriage, in Tokyo, like many Japanese women, I chose not to work and focused on being

a wife and mother . Life was relatively stable. Although life here wasn't as luxurious as I had imagined, my husband's

diligent work allowed my son and me to live a relatively comfortable life, free from worries about food and clothing. But

this happy life was shattered by a severe financial crisis. My husband's company went bankrupt

! After losing his job, my husband was devastated. Although he tried to interview for work again, he was too old for

other companies to hire him, and the financial crisis had made the entire Japanese economy sluggish,

making it extremely difficult to find work. My husband was confined to his home, and the family barely survived on his unemployment benefits. Life

became increasingly difficult, and I started to scrimp and save on every expense. Our son had

to transfer from a private to a public elementary school due to our financial situation, and now we could only give him 3,000 yen a week for

pocket money , which was truly meager for a fourth-grade student in Tokyo. What could I do

?

Just as I was silently weeping in despair, a large hand landed on my shoulder. It was my husband!

He had overheard our conversation. He looked remorseful and hugged me tightly, and my

tears flowed even more uncontrollably.

We went home embracing, and after a long silence, my husband finally spoke, "Shizuka! Is our

savings really running low?"

"Yes..." I nodded, taking out our bankbook and credit cards one by one and showing them to my husband. "

After deducting the monthly mortgage payment, utilities, and other expenses, we only have 180,000

yen left for the three of us to live on each month. That includes over 10,000 yen for our son's allowance, your transportation costs, regular expenses,

and dry cleaning for your suits... Our lives... are really..." My voice trembled with emotion. My

husband lowered his head, clutching his hair in anguish, and said, "I'm so useless! I'm so useless! I

used to be a department manager at a big company! How did I end up like this... Let me die!" Having been on

the verge of despair for so long, my husband finally broke down! He struggled to walk out!

I quickly and desperately tried to stop him from doing something foolish. My husband struggled and shouted, "Don't

stop me, Shizuka! If I die, you can get the widow's allowance and my pension, plus the government's child support

subsidy. Oh, and the mortgage on the house will be cancelled because of my death. Let me die! I've thought it through!

Only in this way can I do the most meaningful thing for my wife and children as a man! Let me go!" With that, my husband shoved me

aside and tried to run out the door!

"No! Kang Jijun! If you want to be a man, you should live with dignity!" Although I was

pushed to the ground, I still clung tightly to my husband's clothes, struggled to my feet, and hugged him tightly from behind,

crying as I pleaded, "Listen to me, Kang Jijun! Don't give up on yourself! What good is

a large sum ? We can earn money, but Jianyi can't live without a father! And I can't

live without you! Have you forgotten the promise you made to me when we had our wedding in Shanghai?"

Perhaps because the child was mentioned, my husband's emotions calmed down a bit, and he stood there without saying a word.

"You promised to bring me to Japan, buy a big house in Tokyo, and have a healthy boy with me. Have

n't you done all of that? There's one more most important promise, don't you want to keep it?" I gently pressed my face

against my husband's back, my tears soaking his shirt.

"What promise?" My husband's tone was no longer so hysterical, returning to its usual gentleness.

"Love me for life! If you really do something foolish and die, who will keep that promise?"

I said with a bitter smile.

My husband turned around, looked at me with tears in my eyes, and hugged me tightly. We kissed

passionately .

From that day on, my husband never thought of cheating again. Instead, he worked even harder to find a job and

did odd jobs to supplement our income. Although I was relieved to see that my husband was no longer having wild thoughts,

his income was still not enough to support the family. So I also planned to go out and work. It would definitely be better if we both

earned money . But when I told my husband about this idea, he disagreed vehemently.

"I'm not a traditional Japanese man who believes in male superiority, Shizuka, but you are very unsuitable for working in Japan."

"First of all, you're Chinese. You should know how much discrimination Chinese people face in Japan. Secondly, you're

a woman, and a 35-year-old middle-aged housewife. You've been out of touch with society for almost 10 years. Even a high-performing department manager like

myself can't find suitable work after losing my job in middle age

. What can you possibly do?" My husband tried to persuade me with his reasoning while eating breakfast.

He wasn't wrong, but our family's financial situation was so bad. How could I support the family if I didn't find a job

?

"Kang Jijun, I understand what you mean, but please listen to me. I am indeed Chinese, but don't

forget, I've been married to you and come to Tokyo with you for 10 years. Whether it's my documents or insurance policy, I'm

Japanese . Besides, I studied Japanese before, and after so many years in Tokyo, my accent is now a pure

Kanto accent. So, who would know if I didn't tell them I'm Chinese? Furthermore, precisely because I'm a woman

, I have an advantage over you in finding a job. I plan to start with my current job, continuing as an office clerk.

You men can't compete with us women for that position." I smiled mischievously at my husband, who

smiled back, shook his head helplessly, and let me make my own decision, no longer trying to stop me. It

's easier said than done. Although I'm a graduate of Fudan University, a prestigious

university , as my husband said, being a full-time housewife has made me too out of touch with society

. I interviewed at two companies, and I didn't even know how to use basic office software or equipment—the results

were predictable . Undeterred, I spent two more days wandering around Shinjuku, hoping to find

a job as a clothing store clerk, but after two days, I was still disappointed. Fashionable downtown areas like Shinjuku require

young sales assistants; 28 is already considered old, let alone 35—I'm a genuine middle-aged woman.

I was starting to feel disheartened. When I got home, I complained to my husband for a while. He suggested I look online for

suitable jobs, which was such a crucial suggestion. How could I not have thought of that?

Going out to try my luck was just too foolish. I asked my husband why he didn't look for jobs online, and he gave a bitter smile, saying he

had sent out no less than a hundred job applications online, all of which were like stones thrown into the ocean without a reply. He had given up. He was

just this physically demanding part-time job to barely support the family, and waiting for the Japanese economy to recover before applying for jobs again might be better.

Seeing how anxious I was about not finding a job, and perhaps out of consideration for me, my husband made love

to .

It's funny, I had almost forgotten when I last made love to my husband!

When we first got married, we were both so curious about sex that we made love almost every day. Even after I became pregnant,

my husband, fueled by unfulfilled sexual desire, wouldn't let me go, making me masturbate or perform oral sex for him every few days.

But this once passionate husband became listless after taking me back to Tokyo. Life in Japan is very stressful;

it's normal for men to work more than 12 hours a day. My husband was very responsible at work, so

he came home exhausted every day, usually showering and collapsing into bed with no energy left. We

only had sex once or twice a month, and the quality was poor. Each time we made love, it felt like he

was just going through the motions of being a husband; he would ejaculate in just a few minutes, and I wouldn't feel any excitement. Even

this monotonous sex life almost completely ceased after my husband lost his job. He was constantly preoccupied and sighing,

even... I had no desire to just go through the motions. It felt like the last time I made love with my husband was last month.

It was late at night, and our son, Kenichi, was fast asleep.

My husband and I rolled around naked on the tatami mat, kissing and caressing

each other . I didn't know if he felt the same way, but when he rubbed his face against my breasts, I could

feel his face burning.

I held his equally hot penis, gently stroking it; he still had a strong masculine charm when erect

. Holding his penis in my hand intensified my physical arousal. My husband's hand slipped between my legs

, gently playing with my clitoris. We had no secrets about each other's sensitive areas, and I

couldn't resist and stroking his penis, and he, too, started breathing heavily.

"Honey! Come on!" "I want..." I eagerly spread my legs, my eyes half-closed, brimming with desire ,

and begged my husband.

Perhaps aroused by my sexy body and the uniquely seductive moans of a woman seeking pleasure, he couldn't refuse. He

mounted me, gripping his penis and thrusting it forcefully into my beautiful vagina, beginning a vigorous pumping motion!

One, two... each thrust brought me immense pleasure. It had been so long since I'd made love; I'd

almost forgotten the feeling of a man's penis inside my vagina. But as my plump labia greedily

swallowed his cock, the intense sexual pleasure brought back that long-lost feeling.

Just as I was reaching ecstasy and about to start moaning loudly, oblivious to the sleeping children next door,

my husband unexpectedly ejaculated.

He seemed very comfortable during his ejaculation, his face as ecstatic as ever, completely unaware of my gradually

cooling expression. Their marital relations only lasted one... Minutes. But he himself felt nothing about it. After ejaculating,

while wiping his body with tissues, he seemed to be boasting with a bit of pride: "It's been a long time since I've done it, I didn't expect

to ejaculate so much." As he spoke, he handed me a few tissues and told me: "Shizuka, you wipe yourself too, don't get the mattress

wet ." "

From the moment my husband experienced premature ejaculation, the shadow cast over my heart by the family's declining financial situation and my unfulfilled

desires deepened.

The next morning, after seeing my husband and son off, I calmed myself and started searching for a job online.

There were many companies recruiting online, and with my qualifications, I could try for many jobs, but

the age requirements in the job postings often kept me at bay. Almost no job recruited women over 30.

Of course, not all of them did; for example, office cleaning jobs were more lenient on age for women,

but how could I do that kind of rough work? It seemed like searching online was a waste of time.

I was a little unwilling to give up, so I stopped scrolling through job postings page by page and started

typing my own criteria into the search engine: 35 years old, female applicant."

The monitor refreshed with thousands of links: "New wife seeking employment at a sex shop," "Mature women are welcome to apply," "

Amateur seeking employment at a sex shop," "Ugh, married women seeking employment as shop assistants," and so on.

Although I've had little contact with this perverse Japanese society as a full-time housewife since coming to Japan

, I still know what a sex shop is. Traditionally, sex shops usually just offer drinking services, but most of them

are essentially legal brothels. I never imagined that women my age

could prostitutes?

I felt incredibly wronged by this societal insult and was about to close the filthy

webpages when a few words at the end of one link caught my eye: "Over 35,000 yen per day.

" 35,000 yen? 35,000 yen a day? My husband's part-time job, doing manual labor, only earns 10,000

yen a day. This job can earn so much?

I clicked on this link without thinking to see the details.

The full text is as follows: "

Female escort seeking employment

at a brothel. Ikebukuro brothel, married women seeking dates.

This is a legal brothel providing adult services. We are continuously recruiting female employees, aged 20-50.

Inexperienced individuals are welcome.

Benefits:

Completely flexible working hours, 9:00 AM to 4:00 AM the next day, flexible attendance.

Guaranteed daily pay of 35,000 to 70,000 yen.

Compensation: Full cash payment, high-guarantee system, no penalties.

Each person has a room while waiting, unlimited TV and DVD use, unlimited drinks from the refrigerator, and one meal provided.

The company also has a complete hygiene management system and regular free medical checkups."

Married women must keep their secrets.

Qualifications:

Women aged 20-50 who are psychologically mature and confident in their appearance, figure, and temperament. Inexperienced married women are

welcome . Applicants must have no bad habits and pass a medical examination

. Issued by:

Tokyo Metropolitan Public Safety Commission No. 6xx9.

Access:

3-minute walk from the East Exit of Ikebukuro Station.

Tel: 03-5xx8-6xx5 Mr. Tanaka.

After reading this webpage, I rested my chin on my hand, a slight ripple of emotion stirring within me. A daily wage of 35,000 to 70,000 yen!

Even at just 35,000 yen a day, a month's income would be almost

the same as my husband's previous salary as a manager at a large company. This was an enormous temptation for our family, which was on the verge of bankruptcy. But… that's being a prostitute

! I… my face flushed as I thought about it. How could I do something so despicable? Lost in thought,

I browsed a few more similar links. Without exception, every job posting offered a

tempting price, but all of them involved prostitutes, some even

offering 50,000 to 100,000 yen per day for women offering SM services. I reluctantly shut down my computer,

afraid I might lose control and call the numbers.

I started tidying the room, wiping the coffee table while my mind kept replaying the prostitute job

postings . The 35,000 yen and the term "prostitute" kept popping into my head, and my face burned. I should

n't be thinking like that while working, but I couldn't resist. Finally, due to my absentmindedness, I broke a vase,

shattering glass everywhere. I hurriedly started cleaning up, but because I kept thinking about the 35,000 yen… I cut my finger over the issue of a thousand yen a day wage

and the reputation of a prostitute, and blood flowed from the wound on my left index finger. Suddenly, I

forgot the pain, forgot about cleaning up the broken glass, threw the broom on the ground, and ran back to the bedroom to turn on the computer.

The instant the glass cut my finger was like a slap in the face, suddenly untying the knots in my mind. I decided

to apply for that job at the sex shop. Right now, I felt no shame, no dignity; being broke was no pain.

I left my country to come to Japan because I loved my husband, but

wasn't the initial purpose of marrying him to enjoy life abroad? After only a few years of good times, why am I now worrying about daily necessities

? If I had known I would be poor after going abroad, I would have preferred to marry a rich man back home. But since I

've already come this far in life and can't regret it, I should be realistic. Thinking back to

the bitterness of being rejected when I humbly applied for a job paying several thousand yen a day, what reason did I have to refuse this job with a

daily income of 35,000 yen? What about Qian's job? Just because it's prostitution? Looking back,

wasn't marrying my husband just like a prostitute selling herself? The only difference is that one is a private car and the other is a public bus. Although

my husband has moved me before, the undeniable fact is that I was using him. Of course, I still love him and

our child. If I had taken this job ten years ago, I admit I would have been the kind of woman who was only after money and profit,

but now I'm doing this more for the sake of my family. Forget it, I won't think about it anymore. Anyway, there are plenty of

Shanghai women selling sex in Tokyo; compared to them, at least I have a legal Japanese citizenship. I won't

be deported.

The more I think about it, the more confused I become. My fingers are still bleeding

,

but tears keep flowing. I'm searching online for sex shops that sell their bodies, but after much deliberation, I still can't find the answer to whether it's sacrificing myself for my family or just my vanity. I've made up my mind to become

a sex worker; the lure of high pay is simply irresistible.

Found it! It's that sex shop I saw earlier called "Married Women's Dating." Since

it was the first one I browsed, I decided to contact them first.

"The phone number is 03-5xx8-6xx5," I read the number aloud to the computer screen as I picked up

the phone and dialed.

"Hello! This is Tanaka. Who are you looking for?" A man's voice came from the other end of the line, as gentle and polite as

any Japanese person.

"Hello!" "Tanaka-kun, my surname is Ito, I..." My face flushed. After all, I'm a woman,

and this job is so sensitive for women. My voice grew softer and softer, and I didn't know what to say.

The other person seemed to sense my nervousness and continued gently, "Ms. Ito? Don't rush, please speak slowly."

"It's like this... I saw online that your shop is recruiting new staff, and I... I'd like to apply." At this point,

My face flushed red. I couldn't say anything more.

"Oh! I see! Don't be nervous, Ms. Ito. May I ask your age and occupation?" the other person asked

politely

"I'm 35 years old, a full-time housewife," I told the truth without hiding anything.

"Very good! Then please allow me to call you Mrs. Ito. Mrs. Ito, since you've seen

our recruitment advertisement, you should know the nature of the job, right?" Tanaka seemed to feel that calling me "Ms." was inappropriate,

so he changed his form of address.

I didn't mind, but I felt a little disgusted when he mentioned the nature of the job, but I could only answer, "

Yes!"

"Since you know the nature of the job, I won't explain further. I believe you're already prepared.

How about this, Mrs., if you have time tomorrow, please come to our shop for an interview. The address is 200 meters

straight ahead It's a three-story building with a huge advertisement that says 'Married Women's Romantic Dating.' I

'll be waiting for you in room A2 on the 3rd floor, is that alright?" The man surnamed Tanaka explained to me very patiently.

"Okay! Mr. Tanaka! What time tomorrow morning?" I quickly added.

"Um... 9:30, I guess! Our shop opens at 9, but I might have some things to take care of, so I'll postpone it a little

. Is that alright, Mrs. Ito?" Tanaka asked.

"Okay! It's settled then! I'll come again tomorrow!" I said politely.

"You're welcome! Well, I have something else to attend to, so I'll hang up now. See you tomorrow, Mrs. Ito." The man hung

up .

After making that call, I plopped down on the sofa like a deflated balloon. The bleeding from the wound on my hand had stopped

without me noticing , but it still hurt. I was once again caught in a deep dilemma: I had made an appointment for the interview,

should I go? Would I really sell myself for money? Although I'm middle-aged and have

a more open-minded view of relationships, and I'm not as shy as a young girl, the profession of prostitute is still an

insult to traditional Eastern women. Even if you replace it with "woman of the night," it's still the same thing. What would I do if my husband found out? How could I

face him?

Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep.

Then the phone rang! It woke me up. It was my son's teacher. The little guy

had refused to eat at school because the school lunch was lamb, and he'd been punished by being made to stand. He'd also talked back, and the teacher was calling to complain and ask me to pick him up.

Looking at the time, I realized I'd slept until 3 pm! I quickly washed my face, got ready, and went to pick him up.

I knew my son naturally disliked lamb. I quickly apologized to the teacher and brought him home. The little

guy

. I knew he'd been upset, so I comforted him and asked what he wanted to eat at home. "I want shrimp! And pork chops!" My son was practically asking for the moon—we can't afford those things

these days ! 　　I couldn't help but cry again, but I forced back my tears and smiled as I agreed to my son, "Okay! But it's too late to buy all that stuff for you to cook at home. How about this, we'll just have something simple for the next few nights . Mom will go out to earn money tomorrow and cook for you the day after, okay?" 　　"Mom, you found a job? That's great!" My son is young, but he was happy to hear that I had found a job. 　　"Yes! Let's hurry home. Dad should be home from work and waiting for us by now!" I didn't want to talk to my son too much about the job I was going to apply for, so I took his hand and we walked slowly home in the twilight. 　　P.S.: 　　I've long wanted to write a story about a Chinese woman working as a prostitute in Japan. Originally, I wanted to continue the story of the streetwalker Yingying , but after much deliberation, I realized it was unrealistic for a woman with such limited education to be fluent in Japanese. Therefore, I created a new character: He Jing, whose prototype is He Zhili, a former member of the Chinese table tennis team who married a Japanese man, changed her name to Koyama Chirei , and represented Japan, defeating Deng Yaping. Of course, He Jing is far prettier than He Zhili. If Koyama Chirei were to actually sell herself in Japan, most people wouldn't accept it unless they had a taste for extreme content. 　　Another reason I'm writing about a Chinese girl working as a prostitute in Japan is that I saw a post introducing an adult film a while ago . The woman, I think her name was "Zhang Li," filmed for Tohoku, and spoke Chinese throughout the film. Seriously? You go to Japan to sell yourself, and you even film it? And you film it uncensored! And you film it for Tohoku! Are those Japanese devils in human? Very few Japanese actresses would dare to take jobs for Tohoku. You, a Chinese woman, really don't know how to respect yourself! So you all embarrass the Chinese people like this once you go abroad! Then I'll write about you women who work as prostitutes in Japan. 　　This story is more about mature woman training. I wanted to write a mature woman training story when I was writing Zhang Lin's story, but too many flaws made me very dissatisfied. Some insightful friends foresaw that I would include training elements and kindly advised me to abandon the vulgar training and return to the theme of mother-son incest. Some friends who like training plots urged me to continue. Finally, I couldn't write anymore, so I decided to rewrite two stories to satisfy two different types of friends. This can be considered wholeheartedly serving the people :) Of course, as I mentioned in the other story about Wang Yan, writing two different themes together won't feel boring, which is also a good thing for me. 　　Also, let me explain that because I'm rather lazy and have a lot of things to do, writing two stories definitely be slow. Please forgive me, everyone . The Story of He Jing, a Prostitute in Tokyo (2) 　　A Prostitute's Dating in Ikebukuro 　　A few steps from Ikebukuro Station, I clearly saw a sign written in pink on the roof of an inconspicuous high-rise building. Besides the words that made me blush, the sign also featured a semi-nude picture of a middle-aged woman in sexy lingerie striking a seductive pose. The woman in the picture was about my age. I never imagined a woman's body could be posed so alluringly. Looking at her lustful eyes, my heart raced. Even as a woman, I felt a sense of being seduced; how much more so for a man?When I got downstairs, a male waiter at the door stopped me and politely asked, "Excuse me, ma'am, is there anything you need?"

I blushed and answered softly, "I have an appointment with Mr. Tanaka, and I'm here for an interview..."

Before I could finish, the waiter said enthusiastically, "Oh, I see. Please come this way." He led me to

a door with a sign that said "Women's Entrance" and said with a smile, "Mr. Tanaka is upstairs in Room A2 on the 3rd floor. Please take care!" He

bowed deeply to me politely, and I nodded back. I began to climb the stairs.

This women's entrance felt like a typical building's emergency exit, with only stairs and doors on each floor. It was very

quiet, and I felt like I was walking on the entrance to hell, reluctantly climbing each step.

On the third floor, I entered the building and began searching for room A2. I observed my surroundings as I searched. The

building interior was quite large, and the layout of the third floor resembled an office building. If I hadn't known it was a brothel and

was just passing by, I would have mistaken it for the headquarters of some company.

I found room A2 and gently knocked on the door. Tanaka's kind voice came from inside: "Please come in!"

I braced myself and entered. The room was small, with only a desk.

Mr. was sitting behind the desk, writing something.

Tanaka was in his forties, very thin, and shrewd. He looked up at me and immediately greeted me with a kind

smile

: "You must be Mrs. Ito? Please have a seat!" "He stood up, picked up the coffee pot, poured me

a cup of coffee, and handed it to me

. I sat down in the chair opposite Tanaka's desk, took the coffee, and whispered

, "Thank you, Tanaka-kun!" Then I didn't know what to say next.

Tanaka smiled and sat down opposite me, looking me up and down with interest. I hadn't told my husband I was going to

a job interview today. I'd sneaked out after he went to his part-time job, so I hadn't dressed up specially; I was just wearing my

usual pink knit sweater and a plain white long skirt. My hair was in a casual

ponytail, nothing special. Actually, before deciding to dress so plainly for the interview

, I was a little conflicted. I hoped to pass the interview and earn more money, but I also hoped to give them

a reasonable reason not to hire me, so I wouldn't have to do something shameful and could at least have some peace of mind.

But Tanaka seemed quite satisfied with my expression. He kept nodding as he looked me over. I felt

a little lowered my head even further.

"Very good!" Tanaka looked at me for a moment and smiled, saying, "Mrs. Ito! You are very beautiful! And what's even more remarkable

is that your temperament is very close to the kind of newlywed wife our shop is looking for! May I ask how many years you've been married?

"

"Eleven years! My child is nine years old!" I answered him absentmindedly.

"Oh! That's rare! It's rare that you're 35 years old and have been married for so many years, yet you still look so well! When you first

came in, I thought you weren't even 30 yet." Hearing Tanaka's praise, I didn't know what to say for a moment,

and just nodded and thanked him shyly.

"Well then! Let's talk about our problem!" Tanaka changed the subject and asked, "Mrs. Ito, you already know about the job at our shop when

we . I'd like to confirm again,

are you really okay with this kind of work?" "

I was speechless for a moment. A huge desire welled up inside me to refuse the job, but thinking of

my family's dire financial situation and my son's many grievances, I forced out the words, 'No

problem !' My heart was weeping; only I knew.

Tanaka, completely oblivious to my distress, was even more pleased with my answer. 'Very good! We believe Mrs.

Ito will make a significant contribution to our business. However, there are two small issues I need to explain.

One is that we must have you undergo a comprehensive medical examination to ensure you are free of infectious and sexually transmitted diseases before we can hire

you. Also, judging from your appearance, you probably haven't worked in this kind of establishment before, have you? The detailed employment contract needs to be signed after you familiarize yourself with the work situation with your

seniors ; this will take about one or two days. Do you have any questions

?'

'Um… Mr. Tanaka, what do you mean by 'familiarizing yourself with the work situation with your seniors'?' I

asked, puzzled. "

"It's very simple. If you pass the medical examination, I will assign one of the store's best female employees

to explain . You'll also have the opportunity to watch some videos of the store's female employees serving customers. If you have any questions,

you can ask your seniors. After all, we are a store that serves customers, so

you also need to understand customer service etiquette. In short, we will still pay you the salary stated in the job posting for the next few days. Is that alright

, Mrs. Ito?"

I see! It's just simple job training! And there's a salary too, of course I have no problem. I nodded

quickly . For some reason, as soon as I heard about money, I suddenly felt less nervous.

"Then please go to the nearby Kamikawa Hospital for your medical examination. That hospital is responsible for all the medical examinations for our employees,

and you can get a discount if you go there. I'll wait here for your good news." With that, Tanaka smiled and stood

up making a gesture to see me out.

I had no choice but to get up and say goodbye, bowing to Tanaka and leaving the building.

After asking the waiter at the door for directions to Kamikawa Hospital, I went straight to the private hospital.

Because it was a small private hospital, there were very few patients. I lowered my head and explained to the nurse that I was

an employee of a dating and matchmaking shop for married women, there for a physical exam. The nurse gave me a strange look before leading me to the gynecological

examination room. A middle-aged male doctor, who looked to be in his forties, was waiting inside. The nurse quietly explained my

purpose to him, closed the door, and left. I was left standing there, dumbfounded, in front of the doctor.

"Hello! I'm Kamikawa," the male doctor greeted me warmly after the nurse left.

"Hello. My surname is Ito," I replied. Seeing that it was a male doctor, I immediately became awkward. My voice became much softer. "Excuse me, will you be examining me? 　　"

I asked hesitantly."Yes! I'm the only doctor at this hospital who can perform physical examinations. I'm sorry! Mrs. Ito, if you find this inconvenient, there's nothing I can do but ask you to go to another hospital." Dr. Kamikawa smiled slyly. He clearly knew that the brothel I applied to only accepted his examination results, and that's why he said that on purpose. I could only feel helpless about it .

"No, no, no! It's okay." I hurriedly explained. For such a high-paying job, it was just a physical examination. Whether

the doctor was male or female really didn't matter to me anymore. "So, Dr. Kamikawa, what kind of

examination ?" I nervously rubbed my skirt between my legs, asking hesitantly.

"Don't be nervous, please sit down!" Kamikawa gestured for me to sit in the chair next to him, handed

me a physical examination form, and a pen. "Please review the detailed examination information. If you agree, please sign your name!"

I took the examination form and looked at the examination items:

Height,

Blood Type,

Weight

, Measurements:

Bust (B),

Waist (W),

Hips (H) ,

Skin Disease Examination,

Blood Disease Examination,

Heart Disease Examination

, Reproductive Organ Sexually Transmitted Disease Examination,

Anal Examination:

The first few items were okay, but when I saw the last two, my face turned red again. I hesitated

for a long time , before finally making up my mind. I wrote my name, Ito Shizuka, in the "examinee" section and handed it back to

Dr. Kamikawa. Dr.

Kamikawa took it, glanced at my signature, smiled, and told me to go to the nurse for a blood

test and an electrocardiogram (ECG).

When I returned to the dimly lit gynecological examination room after completing these two tests, Dr. Kamikawa still had the same

smile he had when I left. He gently asked me how my examination results were.

I handed him the ECG results, and he told me, while looking at me, that the blood test results would be available in an

hour . He nodded, put the ECG aside, and, with his stethoscope in hand, asked me to sit down so he could listen to

my heartbeat.

I sat obediently in front of Dr. Kamikawa. He gestured for me to lift up my pink knitted sweater

. Although I was somewhat reluctant, I did as he said, pulling the sweater down to below my chin, and letting him run his

stethoscope over my left chest.

Even through the close-fitting white bra, the cold stethoscope against my chest sent a shiver down my

spine. Embarrassed, I turned my head away, silently enduring the male doctor's hands rubbing against my breasts

, just hoping he'd finish the examination quickly. But he seemed unusually attentive, going on and on and on until five minutes

later when he finally stopped the long stethoscope, smiled with satisfaction, removed the stethoscope, and announced that my heart was perfectly normal. He

stamped the "qualified" mark in the heart examination section of the results.

From his hand that had just lightly brushed against my bare breasts outside my bra, I could clearly tell that

this doctor wasn't a good person. But I had no choice but to let him do as he pleased for the time being. Although it was just a small physical exam,

it concerned whether I would be hired for that incredibly tempting job. I realized I

was starting to disregard everything for money.

"Now, we need to check your weight and measurements, Mrs. Ito. Please undress.

" Kamikawa spoke politely, but his eyes were greedy.

"What? Take off my clothes? Dr. Kamikawa, I know my weight and measurements. My weight is 58 kilograms.

My measurements are…"

Before I could finish, Kamikawa interrupted me, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Ito, you may not understand.

The weight mentioned here is your body weight, and the measurements aren't measured while you're clothed. Those aren't

accurate . So…" Kamikawa made a helpless gesture.

This was blatant sexual extortion! No male doctor in any hospital would demand such a physical examination from a woman! I

was getting angry. Anger surged within me several times, but I forcefully suppressed it. I didn't say anything more, stood

up, turned my back to him, and began to undress piece by piece. I felt incredibly humiliated. Kamikawa

watched with interest as I gradually stripped off all my clothes until I was completely naked, as if I were watching a striptease performance. He then

took a tape measure from his desk drawer and handed it to me.

"Mrs. Ito, would you like to measure yourself or should I help you?" Kamikawa's words were still

polite , but the lewd undertones were becoming increasingly blatant.

I took the tape measure and ignored him, beginning to measure my body.

"Breasts are 94 centimeters!" I read the numbers to Kamikawa with annoyance, looking at the dirty

tape measure .

"Wow! Not small at all!" Kamikawa said with a smile, filling in the results on the medical report.

"Waist is 70, hips are…100." Seeing these two numbers, my anger subsided a little, but a trace of

melancholy crept into my heart. Years of being a housewife had left my figure completely different from before,

especially my waist and hips. Although they hadn't changed much, they were much larger than before I got married.

Kamikawa meticulously recorded everything, occasionally casting lewd glances at my body. To avoid his obscene

gaze, I tried to keep my legs tightly closed and turn to the side, preventing him from seeing my private parts.

"Your figure is truly remarkable. Now, please measure your height and weight." Kamikawa stood up

and walked to me, leading me to the weighing scale in the corner to measure my height and weight.

"170 centimeters!" Kamikawa exclaimed in admiration! "I had already sensed that Mrs. Ito was a tall and

beautiful woman to be 170 centimeters tall! And that's with your bare feet! Amazing!"

I remained noncommittal to Kamikawa's praise. Since coming to Japan, I had indeed met few women of similar height to myself

; most Japanese women were only around 160 centimeters, which had always given me a sense of superiority.

"57 kilograms! See! The actual measurement is still off from what you said!" After the measurement, Kamikawa

muttered as he continued filling out the results, "Based on your height, your figure and weight are basically

standard, please try to maintain it!"

I ignored him and continued getting dressed with my back to him.

"Mrs. Ito, don't worry! There are still two tests to be done!" Kamikawa was still making notes, his head ...Without even looking up to remind me, i=74> 　　, my hand jerked, and the bra I had picked up fell to the ground.

I knew perfectly well what the other two examinations he mentioned were, examinations that would make me

feel utterly ashamed .

"Dr. Kamikawa!" I turned to him, pleading. "Please don't

embarrass !"

"I don't understand! Oh! You've probably misunderstood! Please don't overthink it, it's just a routine

examination! To be frank, it's very common for women in your profession to undergo these kinds of examinations

, and it's even necessary, so please bear with it a little longer!" This time, Kamikawa seemed very sincere,

and I didn't know what to do!

"Please sit in that chair!" Seeing that I didn't insist, Kamikawa began his

examinations . He first had me sit in a specially made black leather chair for gynecological examinations, with my feet on the special

footrests, my legs spread open in an M-shape, completely exposing my genitals and anus. This sight made me so ashamed I

wanted to bite my tongue off. But a strong willpower supported me to endure it. The image of my

pitiful , and my husband, exhausted from working to earn money, lingered in my mind, forging an unyielding strength within me.

The lewdness on Kamikawa's face was gone; he stared expressionlessly at my private parts, licked his dry

lips, and took out something that terrified any woman from the medical equipment cabinet: a stainless steel speculum

.

I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and turned my head away, letting this perverted doctor do

as he pleased. From now on, I would try not to treat my body as my own. Perhaps this would make my future work as a prostitute easier. In

a sense , undergoing this perverted examination wasn't such a bad thing after all.

The cool, flat speculum began searching for an entrance at my vulva, and I couldn't help but

shiver . Kamikawa slowly inserted that terrifying thing into my vagina, beginning to slowly tighten the screws,

gradually widening my tightly closed vagina. He was still trying to comfort me as I trembled, saying, "Mrs. Ito,

don't be nervous ! It's already in, it'll be over soon!" I had my eyes closed and didn't hear a word he said; tears

silently streamed down my face.

The speculum was screwed

all the way through the stainless steel speculum, I could clearly see the entrance to my uterus and the pink clitoris inside my vagina,

glistening

with vaginal fluid. Kamikawa's face contorted. He squatted between my legs, shining a miniature flashlight on my vulva, carefully

observing this rare sight, his mouth practically watering!

"Hurry up and finish!" I cried anxiously, my eyes still closed. "He's been looking for so long!

When will he finally let me go?!"

My nightmare was far from over!

After observing my vagina for a long time, Kamikawa took out another stainless steel anal

speculum . He began groping to insert it into my anus.

My delicate anus was being painfully penetrated by the cold anal dilator. I opened my

eyes and frowned at Kamikawa's flustered movements. The extreme

discomfort protest helplessly, "Dr. Kamikawa! No…it's too dirty there!

Please don't do this anymore!" As I spoke, the extreme

discomfort began to slightly twist my body. This movement amplified

the intense filling sensation from the large speculum inside my vagina, causing me to let out a few primal female moans while gripping

the armrests of the examination chair tightly.

"Soon! Soon!" Kamikawa mumbled, relentlessly shoving

the cone-shaped anal dilator into my anus

. "Ah!" I screamed. The stainless steel anal dilator was very smooth and easily inserted

into my body. I had never experienced the discomfort of a foreign object inserted into my anus before, and the pain

I felt for the first time was

unbearable ; I had no desire to feel ashamed or embarrassed anymore, I just wanted to get rid of the pain.

"Almost done! I'll just take a look!" Kamikawa pressed down hard on my

body the lever on the anal dilator to slightly widen my anus as if dilating my vagina,

while desperately staring at my anus.

"No! Dr. Kamikawa! Don't do this! Please don't!" I cried and begged. I could

feel 's breathing as he peered into my anus; it was utterly disgusting. I finally

couldn't take it anymore and was on the verge of collapse. I started kicking Kamikawa's

body .

"So beautiful! Oh no, your body is so healthy! Mrs. Ito! I'm so sorry for making you suffer!

" Kamikawa was finally satisfied. He stood up and started unscrewing the screws on the speculum inserted into my vagina

while apologizing to me. "I'll fill your medical examination form with 'qualified' marks."

I don't know if he said this as the price for satisfying his perverted desires, but I simply couldn't bear it anymore.

After he loosened the screws on the speculum, I impatiently pulled out the metal instruments that he had inserted into my

two orifices, ignoring the yellow feces still stuck to the anal dilator, and

threw them onto the chair, then started crying while clutching my clothes.

All qualified!

With tears in my eyes, I put on my clothes, took the medical examination form handed to me by Dr. Kamikawa, which was covered with red stamps of "qualified,"

and didn't say another word to him because of shame, grievance, and anger. I turned and walked out of his gynecological examination room.

As I passed the nurse who had led me in at the door, I noticed a mysterious smile on her face. My heart pounded again, and

I finally ran out the door.

(To be continued)

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