Tokyo: Starting with taking on his wife's debts

As time goes by, they will reap what they sow and be forced to earn money themselves, but the workplace here will never welcome women.

As a result, in the coming years, a large number of newcomers will enter the bathhouses around Kabukicho Ichiban-gai, as well as the streets and alleys, and countless young female servants will be left on the streets with heavy debts.

"Have you forgotten why you came here?"

Xiuming not only didn't let go, but also pulled her straight to face him, and continued, "Or are you trying to use this to threaten me?"

What are you going to do?

Ayako suddenly spoke loudly and raised her left hand to press on Hideaki's chest.

Riko's blanket, which she was hiding under, was lifted slightly before falling back down.

“You’re shameless…” Xiuming quickly let go of her, took two steps back, and spread his hands to his ears. Then he whispered, “I believe that Riko doesn’t want to talk to you right now. If you don’t believe me, go and try it.”

Ayako snorted coldly and walked towards the tent anyway.

"Riko-chan, please, I beg you, if you agree to join my studio, I will try my best to fulfill all your requests."

"As long as you sign this contract, your annual salary will be 1000 million..."

Obviously, no matter what Ayako said, Riko not only didn't respond, but even pulled the blanket tighter around her.

Xiuming glanced at the contract; it was a confidentiality agreement for a paid transfer, and there was a space for his signature.

There aren't many clauses, but the most prominent one is...

The gist of it is: the embroidery techniques described in the contract will be taught to Ayako Sugita without reservation, and Ayako will be the sole creator. Riko is forbidden from using the taught embroidery techniques at any time or place, and is also forbidden from telling anyone about them.

It also says that before Ayako fully masters the embroidery technique, she must unconditionally obey Riko whenever she needs her help, presumably to have her help cover things up.

Even though the contract, which is considered a trade secret, may seem domineering and unscrupulous, if breached, one can still take legal action based on the contract and claim damages. After all, it's a contract involving the transfer of all rights.

"You cunning and thieving rat, you're really something. Give up! Impossible, unless..."

Xiuming chuckled. He figured it was probably about the invitation to the embroidery art exhibition in Information One; they'd already impersonated someone else, hadn't they? No wonder they were in such a hurry. It was definitely related to him.

Although Ayako's expression wasn't very pleasant, she didn't show any embarrassment.

She turned around expressionlessly and said, "You tell me, I'm listening, unless something?"

"Transfer all our debts to you."

"Do you think I'm stupid? You think I'm rich? How could I possibly do that?"

Startup studios need money everywhere.

"Didn't you say before that we could negotiate with loan sharks?"

"I can negotiate; if successful, you can pay back less."

"Turns out he's just a big bad wolf; I thought he had some real power!"

I was captivated by her shameless aura.

Ayako's face flushed instantly. "Besides helping you pay off your debts, can you make another request?"

"You said you could get an advance on your salary, so give me 1000 million yen first to see if you're sincere. I want cash."

“I can only give you 200 million yen in cash, in installments of 10 yen per month,” Ayako said, pulling out a silver-white card about the size of a bank card with the words “Night Banquet Hall” written on it. “Add the 800 million yen in here.”

Ayako realized that Riko completely obeyed Hideaki's decision. This prepaid card was a strategy specifically designed for Hideaki. The money in it could not be withdrawn; it could only be used for consumption. Don't men like this?

"It seems you paid a heavy price... Can you tell me why?"

Xiuming didn't accept the card. Since he had already found three pieces of information that were related to him, he might as well try to get a good review.

The 200 million yen is to be paid in installments? Is the 1000 million yen annual salary promised in the contract just bullshit? Of course, it could be a loan. There's so much money in banks these days that it's overflowing.

"This is not something you should know."

Ayako worried that if Hideaki knew she was in a difficult situation, he would make even more unreasonable demands.

“Really? I saw on the news that Yamagata Prefecture is going to hold an embroidery exhibition soon. If Riko participates, she will definitely get a good ranking and an invitation. Then we can open an embroidery shop with celebrity influence.”

“You…” Ayako’s face stiffened, and she clenched her sleeves tightly behind her back. “You don’t have a chance. You’ve already missed the registration period.”

"It's okay, there are plenty of embroidery exhibitions! If you miss this one, there's always another one."

"What will it take for you to transfer the shares?" Ayako's face turned pale. She tugged at her collar and gave a bitter smile. "I will grant you any request."

"You woman, you're so cunning! You're trying to seduce me like this in front of my wife. You have no sincerity at all; you're just deliberately trying to make things difficult for me!"

Riko lifted a corner of the blanket again, then put it back down.

“You…” Ayako was speechless.

She did indeed have this ulterior motive. As she had anticipated, in this situation, Hideaki would definitely refuse firmly in order to maintain his hypocritical image because Riko was present.

How could he say such a shameless thing? Doesn't he consider Riko's feelings at all?

"Please apologize to me immediately, with the utmost sincerity! If you show enough sincerity, I might agree!"

Ayako's face flushed red and then turned pale. Finally, she gritted her teeth, knelt down with a thud, her forehead touching the ground, her hands and forearms flat on either side of her head, the front of her clothes pressed into a flat, rounded shape by the ground. Then, she raised her buttocks high and said through gritted teeth, "Mr. Yamanaka, I'm sorry. I was rude and impolite. Please forgive me, please!"

"You should have received your invitation by now, right? You can go and participate without worry. We'll keep it a secret."

Ayako remained in the dogeza position, tilting her head back and tapping the ground with her chin, a look of unexpected surprise in her eyes. "You agree to the transfer?"

"Is this the time for you to ask questions? You should be giving me a good review now!"

"Clam?"

Ayako's eyes gleamed with disdain, as if she were looking at an idiot, and Hideaki's face darkened.

"Mr. Yamanaka, thank you very much, thank you for your kind words!" Ayako said, even shivering slightly.

A great achievement has been made.

"Give me that clubhouse prepaid card, let me see what fun activities are available... By the way, since I've accepted this card, please give me a good review!"

As Hideaki spoke, Ayako had already lowered her head deeply, raised her hands above her head, and held the prepaid card tightly together, her hands trembling as if she was using a lot of strength.

When Xiuming said the second half of the sentence, her contemptuous look turned into bewilderment: What kind of perverse taste is this?

Overwhelmed by the intense chill, I instinctively bit my chest, but accidentally bit into my flesh.

"Great review!"

Ayako endured the pain and gasped: It's all this pervert's fault that I bit the bear. I really want to beat him into a pig's head!

I couldn't help but think of his well-built muscles when he was shirtless, and the strength he showed when he grabbed my wrist just now—it seemed he wasn't just all show. With my third-degree black belt in judo, I probably couldn't beat him...

Achieved two good results.

Xiuming put the prepaid card in his pocket and said with a grin, "I'm very happy that you could visit me here today. Please give me another good review for my genuine happiness."

"Great review!"

Ayako forced herself to endure the chill.

With a penchant for getting positive reviews and such a shapely and attractive physique, he must have worked as a male escort!

Three good achievements achieved.

Congratulations on achieving 9th Dan in Judo!

The "enlightenment" technique, while representing an extremely high level of skill, employs techniques such as using softness to overcome hardness, grappling, striking, and grappling. However, it also has many weaknesses in street combat, especially its inability to attack from a distance. Combining it with boxing and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu would make it even more effective.

Of course, something is better than nothing.

Xiuming looked at Ayako, who was kneeling upright, and wanted to throw her to the ground to see the effect.

However, he managed to restrain himself and helped her up with a smile.

"Mrs. Sugita, you are flexible and adaptable, truly a person who can accomplish great things."

“Since you’ve agreed,” Hideaki’s attitude made Ayako lose all desire to be perfunctory. Since he had already accepted the gift, it must mean he had agreed. She immediately handed over the contract, “Then let’s sign the contract quickly!”

"A verbal agreement is fine. After all, you're already on the verge of ruin, there's no room for negotiation, don't you think?"

"You! I'll fight you to the death!"

Aya grabbed Hideaki's waistband, turned around and used her shoulder to push him under the ribs, then stepped forward and bent over, intending to give him a back throw.

However, the two were too different in size. With his arms outstretched, Hideaki had broad shoulders and a large body, just as Riko had imagined, like a big bat.

He leaned down and pressed down on Ayako's back, then reached down from her shoulders and grabbed her ankles, pulling them gently.

Her weight of 115 pounds was pulled upside down by the force of her movement.

Ayako's black kimono was clearly not designed to prevent wardrobe malfunctions even when she was upside down; the front of the garment was extremely open.

Looking down at her, Xiuming gasped and quickly pushed her away.

Chapter 23 Your husband is dead too?

Ayako cried out as she was thrown to the ground. She hurriedly sat up and frantically straightened her clothes.

As she looked up, her face flushed, she met Xiuming's sidelong glance. She paused, as if she had thought of something, and her hands fell limply to her sides. Then she fell backward, her head hitting the pillow.

He was lying right next to Riko, who was still covering herself with the blanket out of shame.

She gave a bitter smile, and a tear slid down her cheek.

"If I commit suicide, I will write your name in my suicide note, and you will be the murderer."

Xiuming pointed to her skirt and said, "You're showing too much skin here."

Because of the handstand she had just done and then being thrown aside, her kimono was rolled up, revealing a pair of long, fair legs.

Ayako's eyes twitched slightly. She brought her knees together, and her right hand seemed to move unintentionally to cover her skirt. She tilted her head and said, "I have no desire to live anymore. Say whatever you want."

"Then go back to your previous position? I didn't see it clearly."

Ayako ignored Hideaki, patted Riko with her left hand, shook her, and cried, "Riko-chan, can you hear me? Riko-chan..."

Riko remained tightly wrapped in the blanket.

"Stop playing the victim, our whole family isn't buying it. Tell us what you want!"

Xiuming sat down on a stone stool next to the tent.

Ayako continued to shake for a while, but Riko still didn't respond.

She stood up, and after straightening her black kimono, her expression returned to normal.