【My Girlfriend is an AV Actress】(9) Author: Miaobing

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Author: Miaobing
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IX. Yasui Maiko "
I want to sway and spin on the chandelier, I want to live as if tomorrow doesn't exist.
" —sia, "Chandelier"
"Say that again." Baoren held out a flyer, but the middle-aged man passing by ignored him and
walked straight past. Baoren turned to look at me and asked, "And then nothing happened?"
"Yes," I said.
"Then you went home separately?"
"Yes," I said, "Is that strange?"
"Quite strange!"
"I need time to process this fact."
"So arrogant!" Baoren exclaimed, "You actually gave an AV actress a hard time, your life seems worthwhile
."
Hey, that's not how it is, is it?
Baoren handed out another flyer, and a girl walked past without even glancing at him. He
looked at me helplessly and gestured with his lip, as if to say, "bitch."
At that moment, I was standing on the street in Shin-Yoshiki, wearing my newly bought faux leather jacket, holding out my hand, a
rather ugly flyer for the Ruby Restaurant, trying to reach the silently passing pedestrians. Yasuto stood next to me, even more
enthusiastically handing out flyers. I had been dragged here by Master Lao Tian, while Yasuto was dragged here by me.
"Just so you know, no pay today!" Master Lao Tian
said with a smile as he handed me a stack of flyers.
"Just so you know, no pay today," I said, handing half the flyers to Yasuto.
Actually, Yasuto had always known about Midori's job. Kohinata knew too. Or, more accurately, Kohinata
and Midori were colleagues. According to Yasuto, before going to university, Kohinata had
been particularly fascinated by photography for a period of time. Although he wasn't short of money, he had worked as a low-paid nude model at a gallery.
His reason for doing this was simply to experience "what it would feel like to expose one's genitals in front of everyone
."
Later, he found a part-time job as a photography assistant at a wedding photography studio. He was surprisingly
good at his job, completely unlike his usual carefree self. His mentor was a mentally unstable but
talented middle-aged man with an artistic flair, who was somewhat like-minded with Kohinata and
valued this young man who worked as if he had no future. Unfortunately, Kohinata was incorrigible. Once, during a photoshoot, he dragged the bride into the dressing room
to smoke marijuana together. The two were having a great time, and as they got more excited, they started taking off their clothes and kissing each other.
The groom pushed open the door, grabbed a spotlight, and chased after Kohinata, hitting him. After this farce, Kohinata
couldn't stay at the photography studio anymore. The guarantor felt he couldn't control his urges and wasn't suited for
the somewhat sacred nature of wedding photography, so he used his connections to introduce him to a less sacred part-time
job: a videography assistant at an AV company called Avony.
"Avony?" I asked.
"Yes, Avony," the guarantor repeated, then asked, "Do you know their parent company, KA Group
?"
"No."
"You don't usually watch porn?"
I shook my head.
"Then what do you usually use to masturbate?"
"My hand." I made a stroking gesture with my hand, which unfortunately was
seen by an older woman, earning me a disapproving look.
"Anyway," Baoren said to me after being cruelly ignored by passersby once again, "Yunao is
the Midori-chan I met in Avony. She's quite popular lately, and she was even nominated for Newcomer of the Year last year! Although she
didn't win in the end. I don't know the specifics, you should ask Yunao. I'm not
a fan of hers, I actually prefer Kataoka Mana. But, I have a Blu-ray disc that Midori-chan gave me. Her
figure is really amazing, every man would want her, right? Do you want to take a look? I can lend it to you, but I can't
give it to you, she even signed it. If you want it, you can go ask Midori-chan for it yourself."
What kind of people do I know? I wondered.
I felt the collar of my new jacket was a bit stiff, itching against the skin on the back of my neck, so I scratched it with my hand.
"By the way, her stage name is Ringo Yuki." The guarantor seemed to have suddenly remembered something significant
. "You can look up her information online. But you can't just tell anyone her real name;
the company might require her to keep it confidential. If she breaches the contract, there could be serious consequences."
I remembered Midori saying she didn't like her name and wished she were called Yuki. Maybe she really
liked being called "Yuki."
"Would you like to see her work, Erin?" the guarantor asked.
"Absolutely not!"
For the next two weeks, Midori missed classes, although this was common at the beginning of the semester. By the
middle of the second week, I felt myself thinking about her more and more, so I sent her a message: "Next
week, the lecture notes for Western Philosophy and Rhetoric final exams will be handed out. Do you want me to get you a copy?" She
didn't reply that day. The next morning, I received a text from her: "I asked Sayoko to get it for me, but
thank you anyway." I didn't know who Sayoko was; maybe she was one of her colorful friends. I hoped she was
reliable; even if she wasn't, it didn't seem to concern me much. I didn't often see these
fanatical followers of the Flying Spaghetti Monster cult at school. They always came in waves, chattering away, and then left in another. Women
's minds are truly strange things. Thinking this, I felt like I was arguing and breaking up with Midori
.
I started writing emails to my parents. Sitting at my desk, staring at the computer, I spent the entire afternoon in a
daze, only managing to get to the beginning. I worried I had lost my ability to organize my thoughts in writing. I took out a pen and
notebook and started drafting. I wrote:
"It's been a while since I last contacted you two. Although there's nothing particularly important,..."
I still prefer to communicate with you in writing. Carefully considering what I want to say and then writing it down
is a different way of communicating than making a phone call. So I decided to do it this way…
My father once mentioned wanting the original Japanese version of Chiemi Eri's records. I was fortunate enough
to find genuine vinyl records in a small wooden shop not far from my home. Since I didn't have a phonograph, nor the spare money to
buy one for myself, I asked to listen to it in the shop after paying. The shop owner was a
kind old man with a small mustache but no hair. He agreed. It's worth noting that this wasn't
a solo album of Eri's short but brilliant life, but a collection of works by many people. The disc included not only
works from before and after the Great Depression in Japan, but also some retro contemporary pop music. I really liked one of the songs, "The Hanged Man
's Song," sung by an unknown artist. The whole song was filled with an eerie and melancholic atmosphere, sending chills down my spine, like
a successful horror story. I know my father wasn't fluent in English, so I translated and transcribed it below:
"Will you come to this hanged tree?
They hanged a man, accused of murder.
Tales follow one after another, but none more so than this one, until we meet at this hanged tree at midnight.
Will you come to this hanged tree?
The dying man cries out, urging his lover to flee.
Tales follow one after another, but none more so than this one, until we meet at this hanged tree at midnight.
Will you come to this hanged tree?
I told you to flee, to go together to freedom.
Tales follow one after another, but none more so than this one, until we meet at this hanged tree at midnight."
"Will you come to this Hanged Man Tree?
With a rope around your neck, stand beside me.
Strange things will happen one after another, but none more so than this, once we meet at this Hanged Man Tree at midnight."
I wrote a whole page, then read it over, only to find it was all meaningless. In a fit of annoyance,
I tore the page out and crumpled it into a ball. Then I started writing again on a new page:
"Greetings. I bought Dad a vinyl record with Chiemi Eri's 'Song of Destiny,'
it's very good. You can listen to it when you have time. Along with the package, I also sent the cosmetics Mom has been wanting. I
don't know much about these girly things, so I just listened to the sales clerk's explanation. I wrote the specific instructions
on a separate piece of paper and taped it to the box to avoid any mistakes..."
Before I finished writing, my phone suddenly rang; it was my father's video call request.
"Do you have enough money?" my father asked.
"Enough to get by," I said. "I'm still earning money from my part-time job."
"Do you have a girlfriend?" my mother asked from the side. I could only see a blurry
head of hers as she leaned closer.
"You need to study hard and work hard," my father said disapprovingly. "What kind of thing is it to be thinking about having a girlfriend all the time?"
"No," I said. "Your son is too useless; no girl would be interested in him."
My father began a long lecture. I listened obediently. Then my mother suddenly interrupted, "Hey,
is your leather jacket new? Let Mom see."
"I'm lecturing my son!" my father said again, disapproving. "Why do you keep interrupting?"
They then started bickering. I was already used to this. I set up my phone and stepped back two paces
so they could see my entire upper body.
"Not bad, not bad," my mother seemed very satisfied. "There's definitely a girl who would be interested in you."
"Not bad, not bad," my father echoed.
I still felt the stiff collar on the back of my neck, which tickled me a little, so I reached out and touched it again.
On the weekend, I bought a cactus at the flea market and placed it next to my desk. I decided to add some greenery to
the room with this project. I thought of the peace lilies in Midori's room, and the two plants beside Tanaka Yasuyama's hospital bed, both
thriving. Those must have been Midori's careful decorations, right? My mother once said that girls who love life are never too bad. Who knows if that came from 　　some third-rate inspirational article
she read in *Reader's Digest* or *Story Club* . 　　I placed the cactus on a corner of the windowsill; it's the only place in the whole room that gets sunlight 　　. For two hours after sunrise each day, it gets sunshine there. With the small renovation complete, I 　　sat down at the computer, opened the browser, and typed "Ringo Yuki" into the search bar, but hesitated to press the confirm button, 　　finally giving up. 　　Hey, is it really that hard to look at the naked body of the girl you like? 　　My phone rang again at an inopportune moment; it was Kohinata. 　　"Come downstairs," Kohinata said on the phone. "I'll take you to a nice place." 　　"I'm not going to a brothel," I said. "I can't afford it." 　　"Who said anything about that kind of place?" 　　I said helplessly, putting on my coat, going downstairs, and getting into my maroon Ford. Before I could even close the door, 　　Kohinata had already stepped on the gas and driven off. What an impatient guy! 　　"A new jacket?" Kohinata said, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Pretty cool, actually." 　　"Really?" I reached up and touched the back of my neck, saying, "The collar's a bit stiff, it's making me itchy." 　　"You'll get used to it," Kohinata said. "Have you heard of Sanmi Bookstore?" 　　"Is it related to Lu Xun?" 　　Kohinata nodded, then shook her head. "A few alumni from the past, who greatly admired Lu Xun, pooled their money 　　to open a bookstore in Fangnan Town called Sanmi, specializing in light and refreshing books. Later, it gradually became famous, and they would 　　hold book club meetings there from time to time. Generally speaking, it started as a very exclusive little group; only 　　alumni recommended by members were eligible to participate. For a long time after the war, it was considered an 　　elite group of Japanese social science youth." 　　"When did that happen?" 　　"I don't know, maybe from the 1930s." 　　It sounded like I was being invited to some very important place. 　　Kohinata drove with one hand and, as if by magic, pulled an oil paper bag from under the driver's seat with the other, handing it to 　　me. 　　"A gift?" I laughed. "Isn't it a bit too homoerotic for a man to give a gift to another man?"

Kohinata didn't speak, but glanced at me with an unnatural yet meaningful expression. I opened the bag and
took out a plastic-wrapped CD. The front of the CD showed a naked girl kneeling on the floor, her entire body
bare, her genitals and full breasts covered in soap bubbles. The girl turned her face to the side, smiling sweetly; she was holding
a man's penis in one hand, the penis blurred out. Next to the girl's oval face were the provocative words
: Tokyo Callgirl's Top-Class Service. Below was the actress's name: Ringo Yuki.
"Did Yasuto tell you?" I asked. Kohinata
took his hands off the steering wheel, took out a cigarette, lit it, and did so in one smooth motion. He took a deep drag,
exhaling the smoke as if enjoying it. He didn't answer, which was taken as tacit agreement.
Unable to bear the awkward silence, I asked, "Yunao, you and Mizuno, have you done it together?"
"No," Kohinata answered bluntly. "What's wrong? Want me to make a list of
the men she's been with?"
"That would be a lot of trouble."
I looked at Kohinata, and he glanced at me too. He suddenly laughed, looking incredibly silly. I laughed too, unable to stop
, until tears streamed down my face. I didn't know what was so funny, but we had both found
something inexplicably funny together—it was truly bizarre.
We arrived at Sanmi Bookstore. It was a very inconspicuous little shop, with dark door frames and window glass,
understated gray marble steps, and even the words "Sanmi Bookstore" were written on a doorpost
, easily missed if you didn't look closely. Next to the bookstore was a kimono shop with an incongruous art style.
A blackboard outside read, "Final three days, 50% off!" Looking around,
it seemed the entire street was lined with clothing stores, making the Sanmi Bookstore stand out as an anomaly. Kohinata truly lived up to her reputation as
a master at leading people on adventures to bizarre places.
We entered the bookstore one after the other; there weren't many people engaged in lively conversation. Not comfortable in such artistic settings
, I left Kohinata and went to the counter for a glass of water. Just then, I thought I saw a familiar figure. When
the figure turned around, I realized it was Yasui Maiko.
Yasui saw me and gave a slight bow in greeting. Her hair was still the same glossy black I remembered
. She wore a camel-colored coat, a checkered scarf, and a checkered skirt; her knee-high socks accentuated
her snow-white thighs. Compared to her flamboyant, vulgar attire when we first met, I preferred her current
look as a typical young woman. I walked over and stood next to her.
"I didn't expect Zhang-kun to enjoy book clubs like this," she said.
I couldn't admit I'd been dragged here by Kohinata.
"It's alright, I'd rather come and learn more," I said.
"It's been so long, how are you?"
"I couldn't be better," I said.
We were silent for a moment, as if the awkward silence of our first meeting was about to repeat itself. If only
Midori could come to the rescue right now, things would be much better.
"What kind of books does Zhang-kun usually read?" Yasui asked.
"Recently I've been reading Wittgenstein and some online novels,"
Yasui said with a strange expression, asking, "What online novels?"
"Hmm..." I tried hard to recall which online novels I could recommend to her. The answer was none
. So I could only say, "The Chronicles of Alibuda, I guess."
"That's a strange name," Yasui said. "What's it about?"
"It's a book about what kind of man makes all women willingly sleep with him, isn't it?"
Yasui smiled shyly. "I didn't expect you to like this kind of fantasy novel."
"You bet," I said. "Just like girls like reading Mary Sue stories, men also need spiritual opium."
"Let me read it sometime," Yasui said. I suddenly thought that if it were Midori at this moment, she would definitely say something like
, "Hey, don't just lump all women together like that."
"This novel seems to only be available in Chinese, not Japanese," I said.
"Is that so?" Her lips curled slightly to one side. I felt that Yasui wasn't as cold as before, and
maybe she also felt that I wasn't as clumsy as before?
"Let's go for a walk," I suggested. "I'll buy you coffee."
Yasui nodded, slung her bag over her shoulder, and followed me out of the bookstore. She followed me like a quiet cat
until we entered a coffee shop.
"Mocha, with extra skim milk. Please," she said to the waiter.
"Just one of the same, please," I replied.
It was warm inside, so I took off my coat. Yasui looked at me and said, "Your jacket is quite nice."
"Thank you," I said, touching the back of my neck, "The collar is a bit stiff."
"It suits you well, it looks good," she smiled shyly.
We slowly started chatting. To call it chatting was an understatement; I did most of the talking while Yasui listened.
Unlike Midori, Yasui wasn't keen on initiating topics. The conversation inevitably drifted to
online novels. Yasui asked, "Why do you have such an extreme love for reading?" "
Because Wittgenstein is so rigorous. When you read his books, you don't have to think about where there's
room for improvement," I said. "But online novels are so rough, you don't have to put any thought into how to revise them.
It's so easy."
"I see. So you look down on people who write novels online?"
"No."
"But you said they're rough."
"Roughness isn't always a bad thing, is it?"
"That's true," Yasui said.
We chatted quietly like that until my phone rang. It was Kohinata.
"Where are you?" he asked on the phone.
"I'm with Yasui."
"Good job, keep it up, kid!" Kohinata said, then hung up. I didn't know
what he meant by "good job."
"Read me that novel you mentioned, Zhang-kun," Yasui said to me. "I really want to know what kind
of man makes women want to sleep with him."
"A handsome man, right?"
"That's not necessarily true." Her lips curled slightly to one side again.
I opened my phone, found "The Chronicles of Alibuda," selected a section from the Nanban chapter, and
translated it for her sentence by sentence. She listened attentively, occasionally interrupting me to ask questions about the characters' backgrounds.
By the time I finished translating a section, more than two hours had passed.
"It's surprising that you actually like this kind of novel," Yasui repeated.
"Everyone has their own strange hobbies."
"So the author's setting is that all the female characters, Yu Ni, Yu Hong, and A Xue, are
madly in love with John?"
"You could say that."
"That's really unrealistic," Yasui sighed softly.
"There might also be protagonists that all women hate, but their stories just weren't written into novels
."
Yasui thought for a moment and said, "That's quite a peculiar perspective."
We left the coffee shop and began strolling through the streets, talking as we walked. Yasui was no longer as taciturn as before
, and slowly became more talkative.
"Do all men want to be like John?" she asked.
"I don't know about others, but I quite do."
"Why?"
"Because you can have a very low moral bottom line," I said. "A
world where you can convince yourself that you won't feel guilty even if you sleep with other women is wonderful to me."
"What if your woman is slept with by someone else?"
I immediately thought of Mizuno and said, "That's absolutely unacceptable!"
"Men are really selfish," Yasui sighed. "I don't think men like that are attractive at all."
"That's why it's a kind of spiritual opium."
We chatted like this until late at night. I felt a little tired, so I suggested taking her home first.
"Okay, let's go home," Yasui said. "Or," I glanced at the few colorful love hotels not far away, like 　　a few inconspicuous heat waves in
this noisy river , "let's go over there and get a room." 　　Yasui looked at me expressionlessly. I wasn't sure if she was wondering if she was thinking about my abrupt suggestion. 　　Perhaps because the temperature was starting to drop, Yasui's cheeks began to turn red. I found that the 　　longer I stared at this girl's face, the more I appreciated her cuteness. Her long eyelashes 　　made her already bright eyes appear even larger; her bangs and jet-black hair, her warm-colored coat and scarf 　　, and even the slight twitch of her lips when she was lost in thought—all of these evoked a sense of tenderness. But I wondered, 　　was it really okay to so bluntly make sexual advances on her? She had said she was Midori's friend, hadn't she? 　　Was my motivation genuinely out of affection for Yasui, or simply a way to get revenge on Midori? 　　But why did I have this vengeful mindset? Would Midori really take this to heart? Perhaps it 　　was just wishful thinking on my part. Yasui herself had said that characters like John would be quite unlikeable in real life 　　. Why was I indulging in such fantasies at this sensitive time, playing a detestable 　　role? So, I decided to stop here and take Yasui home. Both of us took it as a clumsy 　　joke, was that alright? 　　"Okay," Yasui said quietly, "You pick one, Zhang-kun." 　　I felt a little timid, for no reason. I didn't dare look Yasui in the eye again, and 　　took the first step towards a colorful display. I could still hear Yasui's light footsteps behind me; I knew she was following me. 　　Walking like this, oblivious to everything, didn't seem very gentlemanly. I felt the collar of my new jacket digging into the skin on the back of my neck, 　　a sharp, unpleasant pain. I reached out and touched that area. Although I couldn't see the back of my neck, 　　I guessed it must be red.

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