"Shokuji o tanoshinde." (Enjoy your meal.)Akiko bowed and then stepped back with a smile on her face, adjusting the kimono she was wearing. The outfit was a bit troublesome because Akiko wasn't used to it, but the kimono was a requirement for her job at the restaurant.The restaurant's uniform was chosen because it had a classic theme, serving authentic traditional Japanese cuisine with decor that strongly evoked the atmosphere of ancient Japan.At first, Akiko had doubts about whether she could do the job, as her only experience wearing a kimono was during a few summer festivals she had attended with Rie.But after two days and some tips from the other waitstaff at the restaurant, Akiko quickly adapted and could now perform her tasks smoothly—even running while wearing the kimono without messing up its shape. Akiko also enjoyed the work environment at the restaurant. It was so busy that she quickly forgot about the miserable aspects of her real life."Akiko, please bring this to ro
"What happened to your hand?" As they passed each other near the kitchen, Kenji noticed Akiko's bandaged index finger."A cut from a broken cup," Akiko said as briefly as possible, then bowed and quickly fled. She was en route to work at the station. Of course, Akiko hurried out, trying to prevent Kenji from asking further questions or getting any ideas about stopping her.She already regretted waking up late that morning, likely due to crying for so long the previous night. Losing one of her jobs had nearly driven Akiko back to the brink of despair.But now, Akiko had regained her resolve for the day. She deliberately took the morning shift at the convenience store so she would have free time later to look for another job. Akiko might try asking at another restaurant or store. She wouldn’t give up on just one job. She didn’t want to extend her stay at Kenji’s place any longer. Akiko had a new goal: to sleep soundly in her own apartment soon.Over the past few weeks of living with Ke
Kenji sat on a shiny, dark leather chair, his expression blank, staring at the two people bowing before him. However, Kenji's silence only made the two of them appear even more anxious. They knew that a silent Kenji was more dangerous than a talking one.“Which one of you injured her hand?” After a prolonged silence, Kenji finally posed the question. The two people in front of him grew increasingly nervous, exchanging glances. His question only poured fear into their mounting anxiety.“I... I did, Sandaime” (Third Generation Leader).The man with a tattoo on his cheek answered hesitantly, bowing again.“Yamada? What did you do to her?” Kenji leaned his head back, now focusing solely on Yamada.“I kicked a piece of a broken cup, but the girl was holding it. Her hand was cut as a result." Yamada explained, bowing even deeper—more than ninety degrees.Kenji lowered his crossed legs, sighing. The small movement made Yamada recoil, terrified of what Kenji might do. But Kenji did nothing u
"Damned woman! You've cut off our family's lineage with your infertility!"Akiko wiped her tears, not daring to show herself. She continued hiding behind the wall as her mother-in-law passed by in the corridor. Her expression made it clear that she was furious.Her anger had been simmering all day, from before Akiko's husband left in the morning to the afternoon. Akiko had only suggested that her husband see a doctor to check his fertility because she had done it several times and the results were normal. This suggestion was received as a disaster: her mother-in-law was enraged, and her husband refused and left her."Where are you? You are nothing but a barren, sickly woman!" Another shout echoed, making Akiko jump. She feared her mother-in-law might truly harm her. She had never been this angry before.Akiko sneaked towards the door as quickly and silently as possible."You only use our family name to gain respect. But you are useless!” The shout was followed by the sound of someth
Kenji held Akiko’s hand, his remaining common sense reminding him to prevent Akiko from undressing.“Akiko, stop! What are you doing?”His noble intentions did not align with Akiko’s desires, as she pushed Kenji’s hand away and fully removed her thin nightgown, along with everything else. No fabric remained on Akiko’s body, and Kenji could only watch, wondering if it was all a dream—it seemed too impossible.“Hot—” Akiko’s soft moan was audible as she lay down. Her eyes closed, as if asleep, but her hands kept caressing her own body, as if trying to dispel the heat enveloping her.A pair of eyes had been unblinkingly watching Akiko's every move, swallowing several times. No man could maintain his sanity after witnessing this. Kenji, who had intended to do the right thing, had forgotten that intention. He tried to remember that the enticing girl was Akiko, but his lust and clouded mind started pushing away the remnants of his common sense.“Come here...”As if writhing wasn’t enough,
"I don't know, Aunt. Truly, it's a mistake. I don't understand." Akiko whimpered and begged for forgiveness. Though she had no memory, she knew her actions were disgusting."I pity you! I try to understand your burden! As your mother's only family, I've tried to help! I arrived here with the expectation of reestablishing a connection after an extended period of time apart; however, you struck me in the back. You're disgusting!"Karina kept hurling insults, and all of them were true. Akiko knew she deserved it. As a child, Akiko left her mother's homeland—Indonesia—to seek treatment for her illness in Japan, after her parents died. Akiko had only met Karina again as an adult, when she married Kenji.Karina was the only family Akiko had left besides Kenji, but now her disgusting actions have shattered that relationship."You don't deserve to cry! I do!" Karina pushed Akiko's shoulders, causing her to stumble.Fortunately, Akiko managed to lean against something to avoid falling. Hearing
But Kenji's hand was quicker; he grabbed Karina's arm and pulled her back inside while pushing the shoji* door shut.“Don’t you dare do that!” Kenji hissed. He didn’t care about Akiko’s marriage, but he didn’t want Karina to do something that would make Akiko cry for days.“Oji-san!” Akiko cried out in panic, as Karina now screamed in pain. Kenji was squeezing her arm hard, not just pulling her.“Don’t hurt her, Oji-san!” Akiko pulled at Kenji’s hand, trying to free Karina. Slowly, Kenji’s grip loosened, not because of Akiko’s pull but because of her tears.“Oji-san, I don’t want to be separated from Yuto. I don’t want to lose him. Please grant Auntie’s request.” Akiko then pleaded.A few seconds ago, her heart was still in turmoil, but the nightmare of being separated from Yuto was scarier to her. Akiko knew her request might be more than just impudent—asking her uncle to let go of his wife was crazy.In Akiko’s mind, they were married and happy. Kenji refused to grant the divorce r
Akiko quickly retreated to the corner of the bathroom, clutching her phone tightly. There was nothing she could do. Her body was tense as her eyes remained fixed on Kenji, who looked extremely angry.With a trembling voice, Akiko whispered, "Oji-san...""Oji-san!" Akiko screamed as Kenji's rough hand snatched her phone away.Without blinking, Kenji threw the phone against the bathroom wall, shattering it into pieces."Why did you do that?" Akiko wailed as she fell to the floor, gathering the fragments of her phone that were irreparable. The phone wouldn’t turn on, and the screen was cracked."I told you to stay here! You don't deserve to go back to that family!" Kenji hissed and tried to force Akiko to stand, but she pushed his hand away."No. I want to go back. I need to be with Yuto!"Kenji pulled Akiko’s face close, gripping her cheeks with his hand. "What do you like about him? He's weak! And he doesn't make you happy at all!""He's not weak. I’m happy with him! I’m---""LIES! If