This article originated from a Hong Kong pornographic magazine in 1994, and the degree of authenticity is not verified.
My name is Ping and I am twenty-three years old at the time of writing this article.
On the Mainland, I am considered an intellectual. I have studied in high school, and after leaving school, I have taken up several different positions, but unfortunately, I could not make much money in each of them, and to me, I am indeed too far away from my ideal.
I grew up in Shanghai.
Shanghai is the most famous metropolis in China! It is the most famous metropolis in China, few people do not know, and I grew up in Shanghai, also share this prosperity.
However, behind the prosperity, how many people know that it is full of blood and tears?
Although it is said that our motherland’s economic takeoff, just as the intellectual women, to emerge is not simple, because many women are hoping to find a breakthrough in life, at the expense of all sorts of strange schemes, some prefer to marry a foreigner emigrated, some even married a Japanese, emigrated to Japan.
In recent years, more and more Shanghai girls are becoming “over-port brides”.
In addition to that, a part of women also try to do everything they can to make a lot of money in the name of studying abroad.
Of course, to go abroad is not as easy as just saying you can go, in addition to many complicated formalities, ride through the sky and earth, but also have money!
As the saying goes, money makes the world go round, and in the midst of all the “look to the money”, having money makes everything possible.
I was lucky in that in 1992 I was granted an “exit permit” to study in Japan.
I am not afraid to say that we are “studying abroad” in name, but we are secretly making money from the Japs on the pretext of studying in Japan.
It turns out that Japanese men are very interested in Oriental women, as long as there is a way to mix into Japan, it is easy to earn a lucrative career, usually a group of girls from Shanghai, we are recommended to work in the bar, that is to say, as a waitress, or in the cabaret dedication.
The entertainment venues, however, are centered in Tokyo’s Shinjuku, where bars, dance halls, and pubs feed many women from the motherland and the Philippines.
In Japan, women have no status, men can beat women on the street, very common, as for us a group of so-called “waitress”, in fact, “private prostitution”, let the Japanese men fish and meat do not dare to oppose, we all held back tears, hoping to earn enough money as soon as possible, and then return home in style. We all held back our tears, hoping to earn enough money as soon as possible to return home in honor and glory.
As for me, I work as a cabaret girl in a cabaret.
The cabaret was so busy that it was crowded after ten o’clock every night, and the half-drunk Japanese men, after three glasses of wine in their stomachs, were in a state of scandal.
They have money in their pockets, so they can call “cabaret girls” to come down to “sit on the stage” and “buy bells”.
Take the lady out on the street.
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As an intellectual, I am a thousand, ten thousand not willing to treat my flesh as a commodity, to give Japanese men to vent their lust, but what can I do?
For one thing, I am from Shanghai, I do not speak the language and I have no relatives; for another, I am a “black household”, that is to say, I do not have a residence permit and I am a “black market resident”, so if I am caught by the police, the consequences will be unimaginable.
In this situation, the only way to face the harsh reality is to grit your teeth.
I’m twenty-three years old and I know a little or two things about men and women, not to mention, I’ve long had an intimate boyfriend and have had sex with him.
The first time I went out with a “Japanese man”, I was very sad.
This is a middle-aged Japanese man, appearance is also quite elegant, said he is an entrance and exit businessman, and when I met with him, he was still courteous and polite, but I knew that when I entered his room door, he showed his hideous face.
He gabbled a bit, then roughly tore my clothes, and with a fierce look in his eyes, he pushed me down on the bed without a word.
Following him he let out a sardonic laugh and squeezed my breasts so hard I screamed in pain!
Further, without a word, he took out a pre-prepared rope and tied my hands; I tried to struggle and escape, but failed.
That’s when he climbed on top of me and rammed his hard, blunt dick in toward my most sensitive spot, a gush that sent pain into my heart.
“Help! Help!” I screamed in pain! Tears kept pouring out.
But he laughed grimly, and then reckless mad dash, at this time, the pain intensified, I struggled desperately, he was in a rage, “slap” two times to me two slaps, hit me all over the sky.
It took a while to get him to give vent to his animalistic desires, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
For me, it was an unforgettable experience for a lifelong person.
Since then, almost every night I had to face the same encounter, enduring the rape of the Japs, and who could confide in this pain?
Until one night, the nightmare finally came. Late that night, a large contingent of Japanese police rushed up to the cabaret where I worked to check my papers, and since I didn’t have a visa, I was arrested.
There were a few girls from China in our group, and we were thirsty and hungry after a night in the police station’s detention room. I first asked for some water, but the police officers replied coldly, “Water? Go to the toilet and drink it.”
I said, “How can you drink toilet water?”
“Hold it all if you don’t, this isn’t a hotel!”
Just then, a fierce police officer came over to me, and without saying a word, he slapped me and made me fall to the ground, and then he grabbed me up and punched me, and I bled from my face, and I endured the pain, and instead of begging for forgiveness, I squirted the blood from my mouth on his face.
The policeman became more aggressive, and he vigorously kicked me in the abdomen with his leather boots, causing me to spit and blister in pain, followed by handcuffs, which prevented me from moving.
The day after the arrest, the owner of the “cabaret” finally commissioned a lawyer to come to the police station to negotiate, and a police officer confessed that he had used force against me, but falsely accused me, saying that he had used force because of resistance, which was, of course, nonsense.
Although a lawyer came to vouch for me, I was still not allowed to meet with the lawyer, and the lawyer-police engaged in a heated argument, which became more and more serious, and many Japanese journalists came to cover the news, and even television stations reported the news.
I had hoped to work and study in Japan at the same time, but unfortunately, because I couldn’t keep up with my schoolwork, I was denied a visa by the Tokyo Metropolitan Government, and I became a “black hukou”.
The reporter asked, “Is it possible for a black family to be beaten up?”
One of the Authority’s employees said, “We did it because she lied.”
Geez, is this a Japanese law?
My lawyer has asked the Japanese authorities for compensation and to pursue criminal liability, whether it is successful or not, I do not know.
Someone said to me privately, “It’s not the first time that Chinese people have been bullied and beaten up in Japan, just that no one has disclosed it to the public.”
What hurts my heart is: in the midst of the sound of Sino-Japanese friendship, the Chinese are treated in such a way but are not protected, where is our consul going? I want to make a bloody complaint to the Japanese devils!
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