Japanese mixed-race child returns home!
Page 65 “Otsukare-sama Death”
“Oh, you’re tired.”
Everyone went home, greeting each other in broken Japanese.
A small and medium-sized factory that accepts many migrant workers and technical interns at the discretion of its president.
I’ve been working here since graduating from high school, and before I knew it, I was 42 years old and never married.
It’s a picture-perfect place of scum that spends all its available salary on chai-su, horse racing, and alcohol.
“Hey, Alisha. What’s the matter? It’s ringing at the end of the day.”
“Uh, Yoshida-san. Sorry, you’re in a bit of trouble.”
Alisha came to work six months ago. She is young and female, which is unusual for a migrant worker.
Apparently, she is unable to work and has left her husband behind with her son in the country.
“Trouble? Machine? Did I make a mistake?”
“No, no, no. Alisha’s problem.”
“What, isn’t it so outrageous that Alisha, who is always cheerful and everyone’s sunshine, is crying?”
“Um, Yoshida-san. Yoshida-san, do you buy Itsumo, Sono, and Prostitution?”
“Prostitution? I don’t understand it in English.”
“You buy women with money and have sex with them?”
“Ah, ah, y-does that matter now?”
“Buy it too, Alisha. I’m high on money.”
“Huh?”
I heard that the son he left behind in the country was involved in a hit-and-run. Unlike Japan, medical expenses are a matter of life and death in other countries.
Apparently, the money was taken out of what Alisha had set aside for this month’s living expenses, but it didn’t seem like there was enough money at all.
“No, that’s why I can’t buy Alisha. How much is it? I’ll have to approach the factory manager and other people and get them to donate…”
“No. In my country, they say that if you get help, you have no choice but to give away everything you have. Yoshida-san, Alisha is still young, and I’m sure she’s creepy. Ganbaru, please.”
When I said that, Alisha stubbornly refused to listen, and to be honest, it was true that I was looking at Alisha’s well-shaped face and voluptuous breasts in a sexual way…
From that day on, I started having a physical relationship with Alisha.
At 10,000 yen per shot, every day until Alisha has the money she needs.
