
Helen · Ongoing · 11 Chapters
I flew to Tokyo to save my brother from his 'perfect' Japanese wife—until I became her next co-star. Her kimono hospitality hid hidden cameras, our intimacy edited into adult films. When we found her videos online, we turned directors of her downfall. This AV star’s final scene? Handcuffs.
When my brother Jason announced he was marrying a Japanese woman and moving to Tokyo as a live-in son-in-law, our parents lost it. They practically disowned him on the spot.
So they sent me, Justin, to Japan—mission: drag his traitorous ass back home.
But the second I met my sister-in-law Yumi, all bets were off.
Her warmth hit me like a tidal wave. Suddenly, "convincing Jason to leave" wasn't even on my radar.
Turns out, Tokyo had its own kind of magic…
Jason had been working in Japan when he met her. Next thing we knew, he was talking marriage—and moving in with her family.
Our parents? Livid.
I mean, I get it. They're old-school. To them, this wasn't just a marriage—it was betrayal. Social suicide.
"What kind of son abandons his own parents for some Japanese woman?" Mom spat. "What kind of fox spirit has she turned him into?"
"Is she really that irresistible?" Dad growled. "Enough to make him throw away his family?"
Honestly? That just made me more curious.
So when they ordered me to fly to Tokyo and talk sense into Jason, I didn't hesitate.
Thanks to him, I already knew some Japanese—enough to get by. And I'd visited Tokyo before, so I wasn't totally clueless.
After sorting my visa, I was on the next flight out.
Jason met me at the airport, grinning like an idiot.
"Justin, you gotta talk to Mom and Dad," he said, slinging an arm around my shoulders. "Their mindset's stuck in the Stone Age. Marrying Yumi? It's a win. Once you meet her, you'll get it. Hell, you might even want a Japanese wife yourself."
Yeah, no. He wasn't budging.
But now I had to know. "Alright, bro. Spill. Is she really that hot?"
"Hot? Dude, she's perfect. Sweet, low-maintenance, zero drama—and trust me, the bedroom skills? Next-level." He winked.
"Wait, what?"
"You know… the stuff." He smirked. "I'll have her hook you up with a Japanese girl. You'll see what I mean."
Oh.
Oh.
My face burned. I'd seen those "skills" in… videos. But that was acting, right?
If it was real?
Well. This trip just got a lot more interesting.
Yumi Valentine, from a small town near Tokyo.