[Unhealthy Romantic Relationship Story] (My Girlfriend is an AV Actress) (Season 2) (02) Author: Meow Biscuit

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Unhealthy Romantic Relationship Story (Season 2)

2. Tsuchiya Chizuru

"My worry is that we are all turning into a bunch of shameless idiots."

—Sloansabbit Newsroom

Late June, a day after the Firebird fireworks.

"So you heard my last sentence?" I asked.

Midori nodded. Probably because she saw my incredulous expression, she pretended to be embarrassed and said,
"I'm not used to touching scenes, you know, I didn't know how to answer what you said at the time."

"When someone says they like you and want to date you, you can't just say thank you, right?"

"Right." Midori said with a smile, "So I had to pretend to be asleep."

At this moment, I was holding Midori's hand, sitting in the Ed S fast food restaurant. A few hours
ago , this hand was covered in my own semen. Because I watched Midori's adult film for the first time, I
masturbated in the school bathroom. However, I think it's better not to bring up this kind of thing on our
first date.

"How was your day?" A-Lu asked me.

"It couldn't be worse," I said. I spent the whole day thinking about when I could see you. I was also thinking about why
you didn't come to class today; if you don't come to class soon, you'll fail. "

Really?" A-Lu pretended to be troubled and said, "I need to work hard to get the scholarship."

"How much scholarship

can you get?" "Around 50,000 at most."

"That much?"

"You bet," A-Lu said, "but it's not that easy to get. In order to succeed, I need to start
spending some time reviewing."

"But 50,000 isn't much for you, is it?" I asked. "
How much do you get paid for making a movie?"

"Have we gotten to this stage so quickly?" A-Lu looked at me, and I knew she
didn't mind me asking about her income.

"I'm just curious," I said. "After all, for someone as innocent as me, your world is quite
distant."

A-Lu tapped on her phone with her free hand, then said, "I started releasing films
at , one or two a month. I've released seven in total, plus
the commemorative edition coming out this month. All in all, I've earned around five or six million."

"Five or six million!" I exclaimed, astonished by the number.

"I'm pretty good, aren't I?" A-Lu said with a hint of pride. "That doesn't even include the commission from press conferences and
merchandise . In short, I'm quite good at making money. However, Mr. Tanaka's medical expenses are a
huge burden. His medical insurance can't fully cover the cost of medicine and nursing care. I
really can't think of a faster way to make money."

I remembered the "gentleman's agreement" between A-Lu and me: I wouldn't comment on her profession.

"So Mr. Tanaka is the reason you went into this industry," I said.

"Not entirely," A-Lu said. "I've saved up quite a bit of money over the past six months. My daily
expenses are quite high. Chizuru gave me a money-making idea, saying I could
sell t-shirts with my picture on my Twitter account. The profit margin would be huge."

"Who's Chizuru?" I asked.

"Sorry," A-Lu blinked and said, "I also arranged for my manager to come today. She'll be
here soon. Her surname is Tsuchiya, and her given name is Chizuru. I'd like you to meet her. You don't mind, do you?"

"You have a manager?" "

It's the era of commodity economy." A-Lu turned my hand over and shook mine. "
Who do you think is getting me such a high salary?"

At that moment, I remembered the movie I watched on my phone that afternoon. "You have Twitter?" I asked.

A-Lu pointed at her phone again and then showed it to me. It was A-Lu's
official account as an AV actress, posting about behind-the-scenes stories, new movie releases, and food. I saw that her follower count
showed 40k.

"You have so many followers!" I was still surprised.

"Of course, it's nothing to brag about to my boyfriend," A-Lu said, "but
I'm still very popular!"

"What about Anna?" I asked, "You just said Anna is also from your company."

A-Lu found Anna's Twitter on her phone and showed it to me. "Akayama Anna," the account
was displayed.

"Anna used her real name directly," A-Lu said. "That's not common. Some seniors have
done it before, but now our managers always advise us not to. After all, we still have to live normal lives.

Japan is still a conservative country." "

Japan is a conservative country." This wasn't the first time I'd heard that.

At that moment, A-Lu's eyes suddenly lit up, and she waved towards the restaurant entrance. I saw a shrewd and capable
middle-aged woman walk over, tall and with a languid expression. She wore a white shirt and a sharp
gray suit, her long hair neatly tied back. She walked to our table, first placing a delicate brown
Oxford briefcase on it, then her coffee, and then immediately sat down
next to me.

"Good evening!" she greeted A-Lu, her voice husky and androgynous.

"Good evening!" said Ah-Lu. "How was your weekend?"

"Great," the girl said. "Everything was great until I saw *The Notebook*."

"The Notebook?" Ah-Lu asked. "That movie? *The Notebook*? You've never seen it
before ?"

"No," the girl said. "You know I don't like any nonsensical love stories. It's
obvious to the male and female leads are destined to be together, but they're willing to drag things out for two hours just to trick the audience
into shedding a few tears at the end. I boycott any movie your girlfriend will definitely force you to watch, and
any movie whose title implies your girlfriend will definitely force you to watch."

Ah-Lu laughed and said, "Then *The Notebook* is truly your worst choice."

The girl pouted and said, "I thought it was a movie about computer technology from the title."

Finally, Midori had a chance to introduce me to this new friend. "Erin, Chizuru; Chizuru,
Erin." Her introduction was as concise as ever.

But just then, the woman called Chizuru seemed to have just noticed me. She turned to
look at me and quickly sized me up from head to toe.

"Hi!" she said, as if waking from a dream.

I bowed slightly and said, "It's nice to meet you."

"There's nothing to be happy about," Chizuru said curtly. "If you think that such necessary social
etiquette can win people's favor, you might need to reconsider..."

"Chizuru!" Midori interrupted her. She glanced at Midori, who was also looking at her and gave her a
wink . "Chizuru."

Chizuru turned to me again, forcing a perfunctory smile that couldn't be more convincing: "I'm sorry,
I'm sorry. Sometimes I get too dramatic and like to make silly little jokes with Midori. Life
always needs a few jokes to make it more interesting. And..."

"Chizuru..." Midori couldn't help but interrupt her again.

Chizuru faced me, but glanced at Midori out of the corner of her eye, then turned back to me, extended her hand, and said casually
, "It's nice to meet you."

I had barely shaken her hand when she quickly withdrew it, then turned back to Midori and began to chatter on and on:
"Now, listen to me, but don't say anything." She reached behind her head and retied her hair. "I
know you seem like you own the world, that you're strong enough to handle everything on your own, but actually you're someone with strong emotional needs. I've seen too many girls like you
in this industry , ambitious but lacking resources when they first start out, thinking they're invincible, but when they face setbacks, they feel like they have no one to confide in. But don't worry. I'm not saying I 'll help you. Actually, no matter what financial problems you encounter, I won't help you. We need to reach a consensus on that first . But, and I have to say, if it's an emotional problem, as long as it doesn't involve me paying for movies, popcorn, or chocolates, I'll help if I can. Now, you've told me you have a new boyfriend." Do you know what ? I haven't even seen what this guy looks like yet, but past experience tells me there 's an 80% or higher chance he's a drooling, shut-in jerk, a complete fraud. My sample size isn't huge, but the number is convincing. You can't argue with numbers, right? You need to ask yourself honestly, did you become so vulnerable because of Tanaka's illness, making yourself an easy target , or are you just looking for a gigolo for your amusement? But remember, whatever the case, whether he's a romantic con artist or a financial con artist, I won't bail you out for your foolish behavior.” She added, “Over 80%. You can't argue with numbers.” The more I listened, the more uneasy I felt, but seeing Midori drinking water and trying to suppress a laugh, I didn't know whether to speak up . After Chizuru finished speaking and was about to drink her coffee, I interjected, "Um... I think if Midori mentioned her boyfriend a lot, that man is probably referring to me." Chizuru paused, then turned sharply to look at me, frowning slightly, before turning back to Midori: "Did he hear everything I just said?" Midori and I nodded simultaneously. "Including the drooling otaku, the complete fraudster?" Midori and I nodded again. "And the emotional and financial fraudster parts." Midori sipped her coffee loudly through her straw. Chizuru glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, her face twitching slightly. "We need to talk." She stood up, not even grabbing her bag, and dragged Midori away from her seat like a kitten towards the door. Late August, a week after Anna jumped to her death. I received a call from Chizuru; her voice was as calm and rational as ever. "I want to remind you one last time, tomorrow is Anna's funeral," she said. "A-Lu asked me to bring you the black suit." Half an hour later, Chizuru appeared downstairs at the dormitory. She was still wearing her sharp gray suit, looking shrewd and capable. When I came downstairs, she stood there like a thin bamboo stick, her hair wet from the rain, looking very forlorn. I took the suit bag she handed me and asked if she wanted to come up and sit for a while. "I made coffee," I said, "It's still hot." Chizuru didn't say a word and came upstairs with me. We didn't hear any sound as we passed Baoren's bedroom door. I led her in, and she sat down on the sofa chair by herself. "Would you like some milk?" I asked. "Sure." "And sugar?" "Sure." I made the coffee and handed it to her, but she didn't drink it, just held it there. I sat opposite her, and she stared at me. I couldn't read any emotion in this professional woman's eyes, but the air around her seemed to scream. After a long time, I decided to break the awkward silence. "You've been handling Anna's funeral arrangements all along, thank you for your hard work." I hoped to break the ice with this. "It's part of my job," she said coldly. "I know Midori hasn't been feeling very emotional these past few days..." "That's probably not something you need to worry about," she interrupted me. "We're a couple, after all," I tried to defend myself that way. "A couple?" Chizuru's tone rose slightly, full of disdain, but still without much emotion. She said, "I've never seen a couple maintain an open sexual relationship and continue doing so without hurting anyone. Yes, I know about your secret agreement with Midori. She told me a lot of things, including what happened between you and Anna." "It's not what you think..." I tried to explain, but Chizuru interrupted me again. "What I think doesn't matter," she said firmly. "Facts speak louder than words. I don't care how much Midori likes you, or how happy you two are. This is business, this is a profession. AV actresses aren't suited to dating while they're active. I've been in this industry for so many years..."

I've managed hundreds of girls, big and small, and I've never seen one of them actually get married while still in the workforce
.

Do you think coming up with this kind of agreement
is something special? Do you see the consequences of letting personal feelings interfere with your career? My two most important assets are Green and Anna. They're not
my cash cows; they're my clients. Now one is dead, and the other is on the verge of a mental breakdown. You need to
be prepared to take responsibility for your part. "

Anna has a history of mental illness," I said. "Green and I didn't know until last week. Did you
know that?"

"That's not a question you should be asking."

"I'm sorry." I couldn't think of anything more compelling to say in response.

Chizuru took a sip of coffee, her tone softening, but still sounding largely emotionless: "Midori thinks
the main responsibility for this is her; she didn't realize Anna's mental health issues in time. But I believe
the messy relationship between the three of you exacerbated Anna's condition. Midori objected to my targeting of you. But let me
be clear, I don't like you. This isn't your world. This is an opportunity for you; you
can still walk away. You've hurt my two most important clients. I can let you off the hook, but I need your
promise not to bother Midori and me again."

"I didn't intend to cause you trouble," I argued.

"You have," Chizuru's tone left no room for denial. She stood up, put down her coffee cup,
pointed to her suit bag, and said, "The farewell ceremony is tomorrow morning at 5:30. Don't be late. This will be the last time you see
Midori. To put it simply, I'll handle the media. I won't allow you to say anything to the media."

"Take care." Before I could even get up, Chizuru walked straight out. She almost bumped into the guarantor
who was about to . The guarantor didn't recognize Chizuru. He glanced at Chizuru, then at me, and said, "
Oh , Erin, you always seem to have girls coming over!"

Chizuru glanced at me expressionlessly, then turned and disappeared around the corner of the stairwell. Yasuto sensed something
was off and watched for a while before cautiously asking, "What's wrong? Who's this ice queen?"

"Probably an old friend I might never see again," I said.

Late June, the evening I first met Chizuru.

"Chizuru looks so serious." After saying goodbye to this meticulous professional manager, Midori and I strolled
hand-in-hand through the streets of Ikebukuro. Thinking about Chizuru's seriousness and comicality still made me laugh.

"Chizuru is someone who completely lacks common sense," Midori said. "She's always making weird mistakes.
She has two PhDs in economics, but she can never remember the names of her new friends."

"Why would she pursue another PhD after finishing one?"

"Maybe it's because she's determined to be a powerful woman?" Midori said. "She likes muscular men and subscribes to
a lot of fitness magazines. She's also very concerned about what people say about her big butt. Her life revolves entirely around work; talking about
relationships is irrelevant to her. When she interacts with people outside of work hours, it's
a disaster . Once, I asked her if she had received my text message, and she said no. I told her to look at her phone.

She actually picked up her phone and stared at the black screen for a long time. I couldn't take it anymore and
yelled at her, 'Unlock it!'" Isn't it funny? Another time, we were traveling to Chiba together, and she
fell asleep twisted in the back seat. When we arrived, she woke up to find her big toe dislocated.
She bit down on a towel and managed to straighten it herself. Isn't that silly? But at the negotiating table, she
was as tough as a lion. On that trip to Chiba, she endured the bruise on her toe and persevered until
all the scenes were filmed. Back at the hotel, she still went to the hot springs and got her nails done with us. Isn't that amazing? I
hope that when I reach her age, I can still live so freely. "

I don't want you to be like this when you're her age," I said.

"Don't you like her?"

"I like her butt, it's not big," I said, "Nothing else matters."

Midori laughed as cheerfully as Christmas bells: "Don't let her hear this!"

Just then, my phone vibrated. I saw it was a message from Yasui: "Are you asleep?"

Midori glanced at me, seemingly unaware of anything amiss. "It's nice to be with you,
Erin," she said.

“Me too,” I said. “I can’t imagine what it would be like to meet you in another setting.”

“If I met you in another setting, I might mistake you for a drooling nerd and
a complete fraud.”

“Don’t let her hear that!” I repeated what A-Lu had said earlier, and we both burst into laughter.

“Seriously, if we didn’t know each other and I struck up a conversation with you in a nightclub, what would you usually do?”

I asked.

“I think I would act very polite.”

“Really?

” “Yes,” A-Lu said, “I would act very polite at first, but I would quickly
ignore .”

“Really?” I found her statement hilarious.

“Is that rude?” A-Lu countered.

“No, not at all,” I replied, “This is marriage.”

A-Lu chuckled and said, “Hey, isn’t our relationship moving a little too fast?”

I smiled without saying anything, and continued walking forward with her hand in mine. Summer pedestrian streets are like a bowl of
honey water in a microwave oven—bustling, radiant, and fragrant, quickly filling the air with a delightful aroma.
But you can hardly know if such sweet moments will soon turn sour, or if the fuse for the future will suddenly
break.

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