The first time I met her... was in fifth grade.
Suddenly, my father told me that my family would grow.
My new sister... was a very cute girl.
Eyes sparkling like jewels on beautiful, clear hair.
The child, about three years younger than himself, took away his heart at a glance.
The child is the daughter of his mother's sister.
In other words, she was a girl who hit on her cousin.
I heard that I had a cousin, but that was the first time I met him.
It seems that she lost her parents in an accident.
That's why I was able to keep it in this house... that's what happened.
I felt sorry for you.
I decided I had to be kind to you as my brother.
The girl who had just come home... was a little selfish for her age.
Even though he's a sophomore, he's an honest kid who immediately talks about what he thinks.
Apparently her parents, the aunts and the couple, grew up quite spoiled.
But... I'm never a bad boy.
The minimum manners were solid.
She also took good care of her sister, who was a cousin to her, and she played with her.
Above all, it was a lovely, innocent and energetic smile.
But... she didn't like her niece.
Every time something happened, I hit her hard.
I saw her trivial mistakes and scolded and yelled at her every time.
Every time I saw her face, I felt disgusted about wasting food or being an untrained child.
From time to time, she also complained about her dead parents.
And when she showed a little rebellion, she slapped her cheeks, slapped her buttocks with a stick or belt, and sometimes locked herself in a jam.
Such “discipline” was always carried out in the absence of my father.
My father is a working man.
A man who thinks only of his work and the dignity of his family.
So if I'd seen the discipline on her, I'd probably have tried to stop it.
Because it leads to bad reputation.
But it wasn't because I cared about my family.
At least I think so.
In fact, my father was often absent from home and seldom took part in raising children.
That's why the discipline for her was silent.
Soon she stopped laughing.
The beautiful eyes began to turn cloudy and dark.
And I always started asking about someone's mood.
I wanted to help her.
So over and over again, I asked my mother not to hit her hard.
Sometimes she shielded herself while she was being disciplined.
Because of that, by the time I got to the first year of junior high, I could no longer see her under "discipline.”
I was able to protect her... so relieved.
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But the prospect was sweet.
One day, there was a case of force majeure seeing her skin.
I apologize forcefully.....
I did see it then.
She has unnatural moles on her white skin.
It's nothing.
I stopped seeing my mother's “discipline” on her because I went to middle school and started doing clubs, so I was late to go home.
She was often “disciplined” where she didn't see it.
My voice did not reach my mother.
I was just helpless.
So... as a last resort, I leaned on my father.
I didn't like my father.
I had little contact with my father, who rarely came home, and he was not an active parent.
And....
I wanted to help her on my own.
That's why I didn't want to rely too much on my father.
When I told my father that she was “disciplined”....
My father was surprised.
Apparently, he really thought he was doing pretty well.
The next day, my father came home early and talked to his mother for a while.
Her mother shouted hysterically and her father's voice returned cold to her.
That's what my mother said to my father, and he said he could bear it somewhat.
For a while, I lurked.
But it didn't last long.
One winter, when the department finished early and came back... she sat in her underwear in the garden.
I was trembling cold.
Are you okay? Did my mother do it again?
I feel like I've made such a call.
In contrast, she....
Leave me alone.
And he stared at us with his frightening cold eyes.
We had no choice but to enter the house to escape.
Later on, I asked my sister, but it still seems that her mother's anger was a minor failure, as usual.
Since her senior year in elementary school, she has been helping with her mother's chores, but she bought her mother's anger with some kind of failure.
However, it seems that the anger at that time was unusual.
No, in the first place, the failure itself was just a trick... it seemed that my mother was angry with something else.
My sister was afraid of her angry mother and ran away to her room, so she didn't seem to know exactly what she was angry at.
It's just....
Liar.
Female fox.
Bitch.
Whore.
Sometimes I hear such yells... that's what I'm talking about.
In the first place, I had no idea what a “whore” was, since I didn't know why my mother hit her so hard.
I tried to help her many times afterwards.....
Things didn't get better.
On the contrary, it felt worse.
Over time, she became a junior high school student and became a high school student herself.
Somehow she became shy of herself and was unable to speak well with her because of her helplessness, which prevented her from being helped.
By that time, she began to do most of the housework.
I asked if it was painful or not....
She just replied, "I only do what I like."
My mother's “discipline” to her also went down.
When you become a junior high school student, your body grows a lot.
She was originally a good athletic child.
I guess my mother was unconsciously afraid of being counterattacked by her.
Although... disgust and bad taste didn't change.
My mother never changed her mind, but as a result, her violence against her fell considerably.
My father's relationship with her remained unchanged.
And she and her sister... seemed pretty close.
The surroundings are the same as before.
Or it has improved somewhat.
Nevertheless, I felt like I had separated myself from her.
I thought I didn't want to be at home.
That's why I took a distant college exam and started living alone.
She doesn't need her help anymore.
I made an excuse and ran away.
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If only I knew.
I would never have run if I had known that she had been forced to take advantage of me.
She was made to meet, and she got engaged.
I heard that when college summer vacation approached.
The opponent is said to be the eldest son of a sect of the Takase River family.
Takase River.
I've heard that name several times.
This is a famous Japanese house that has existed in Japan since ancient times.
A family that emerged from the Meiji Restoration and has led the financial and political world of Japan together with Orange.
Together with Orange, he exerted extremely strong leadership in the post-war reconstruction and economic growth period, and still has a strong influence at home and abroad.
Domestic parliamentarians and bureaucrats, as well as foreign investors and politicians abroad - especially in the American political and economic world - are said to hear the face.
I have heard that there are not many councillors who are related to the Takase River family, and that they also make considerable political contributions.
And he was an important business partner to my father.
It was clear that it was a political marriage.
In fact, it seems that his father received an enormous amount of loans from the Takase River investors and their associated investors after making friendships.
Summer vacation.
After finishing classes and part-time work, I hurried home to my parents.
Just then....
I bowled with her whether to say good luck or bad luck.
She was with a boy.
When I approached them with a voice... they smelled a little bit of kalki.
I have something like a swimming bag in my hand.
And she was slightly sunburned.
Her skin is white. She immediately becomes red when she gets sunburned, so she will soon understand.
It was shocking that she went to the pool with the boy, who was reluctant to show her skin.
But she doesn't seem to have many friends, and even though she's a man, having someone to play with should make her happy as a “brother.”
... but somehow, I sneezed.
I didn't like anything.
Looks good and looks good.
And he was an adult boy with deep blue eyes.
At first I thought he was just a friend, so I was surprised when I found out that he was her fiancé.
Because he was too young.
I was a little surprised because I always thought of marriage as an older person.
When I talked to him, he was still grown up, calm, and had the image of calm sedation.
I don't have a bad impression.
The appearance and attitude looks very good.
Maybe... maybe you can convince me to think again.
If you tell her about her situation, she may be able to help you get her out.
I thought so.
That's why I asked him.
Are you sure you want to get married? and.
Then he wonders where the person who's getting engaged, even though he doesn't want to get married.....
I said something stunned.
The words were somewhat disgusting and irritating to me.
Besides, he pulled her sleeve....
Isn't it? I said as if I were forcing you.
She whispered something to him.
Then they said they were going to get married.
They said they were confident that each other would do well.
That's funny.
That's too weird.
Fifteen-year-old high school students, both male and female, are honorably, flatly and naturally engaged to each other at the convenience of their parents, and are prepared to walk together as a couple in the future....
It's strange to think in common sense.
There can be no such thing as this in modern Japan.
That's why I thought.
She must have been forced by her father to marry her.
I'm thinking about him, and I'm being made to act.
And he must believe in her acting.
If a cute girl like her told me that she liked her, it would have been natural for a boy of her age to dance up.
If you tell me what's going on, you'll understand.
I thought so, and I told him about her with my colon in mind.
But he didn't try to believe it.
And for some reason, I'll check with her.
She has no choice but to say she likes it from her point of view, so it's only natural that she should say so... even if she explains it, it won't be communicated inside.
If you manage to understand it.....
What does he want, as if it were a mystery? and so on.
Phew... my eyes stopped at the watch he was holding on his left hand.
It was a famous Swiss brand watch.
The lowest price is over a million yen... a luxury watch.
Ah, I thought this was the Takase River House.
I wonder if she is the same as this watch to him.
I was convinced that this financial strength forced her to marry...
Seems like a nice boy at first glance, but he's the family that bought her for money after all.
I sold her out, like my father.
You're a bad man who's willing to do what you've been trafficked in.
That's why I made it clear.
Don't force me to marry you.
If you love her, if you don't want to make her unhappy, you have to get rid of her engagement.
I was hoping for a conscience that he might have a slight...
He then objected in a calm tone.
If I don't buy her, she'll just be sold to another man.
and.
Yes, it's reopened.
It was like saying that you guys were bad for lack of money.
By the way, I've mocked you for saying that you can do anything incompetent like yourself.
I tried to argue.
But the words began when I saw them.
While doing so, he got in a taxi and ran away.
After he left, he approached her.
You all right, buddy?
Did you go to the pool?
Did you do something terrible?
Are you threatened?
Are you holding your weaknesses?
I'll be on your side....
And that's what I said.
In response, she said.
Enough, please.
Don't scratch my life so you can't do anything.
Thank you very much.
She cried out in tears.
Then you rush into the house.
Exactly.
I... don't have any power yet.
But I couldn't leave her crying.
Someday, I'll have to help you.
I thought so.
It seems that after a while she was invited to the summer festival by him.
I really wanted to stop it.
But she went out without stopping.
Inside, she didn't come back.
I contacted you by phone.
Apparently... the train stopped, so she decided to stay at his house.
That's her.
Stay at a man's house.
Somehow, I felt nauseous.
With a blue face.....
My sister stretched her shoulders.
Irisa-san, you go to see him every Saturday, right?
I am a wife who has gone to school completely.
and.
I didn't know such a story.
I wonder if she's already been poisoned by that man's fangs.
I wonder if they are forcing me to do something terrible.
I thought it would tear my chest apart.
The next day, she returned safely.
Did they do anything to you?
I heard it was none of your business, but I was just told cold.
You don't want to be touched.
Her attitude... tells of something.
I couldn't help worrying about her.
That's why I decided to stay at my parents' until the summer vacation is over.
And then I realized something.
My mother scolded her very few times.
If she were a normal mother... if she came home late at night, she would have yelled and scolded her.
But just say one or two things about disgust and you're done.
... Apparently, even that mother is afraid of the Takase River.
Until then, the Takase River was a powerful opponent.
I can't win alone.
I thought so.