Nice to meet you.
I'm Jealousy Kurumi, a nightlife entertainer who graduated from the University of Tokyo (YouTube channel name is "Mental Health Room").

When I received a request for an article from Universe Club, I honestly wasn't sure how much I should write.Because I thought I couldn't talk about papa life in full affirmation.
However, I was told that I could freely write about my experiences and opinions, so I will not hesitate to share them.

I think the reason my eyesight got worse after my second year at university was because I was so immersed in the city of Roppongi and saw so many beautiful things and so many dirty things.
There are fun and normal drinking parties with friends of the same age, a birthday party for an uncle you've never met, a sparkling party where you can meet an artist you've admired since junior high school, and a drinking song for office workers. ” or a mysterious karaoke reception that behaved.There is no end to mention.

The stories I was taught at such meetings were powerful drugs for me at the time.Old stories of bravery, self-deprecating stories about millionaires, unique romance theories, celebrities and YouTuber's secret gossip... there was a lot of glittering junk.

This time, I'm going to talk about Mikoto-chan, a girl who lives as a papa, and who I met in Guess na Mouryo.

XNUMX bills flitting around with "Pinkie give me" glue

I met Mikoto at a club in Roppongi that has now moved.
I feel like that day was just the Friday of the week when I finished my university assignments.
When I was dancing with my friends, an older brother in his early 30s talked to me.
The line is the usual "I have a seat, so would you like to drink with me?"

Mikoto-chan asked me if I had a mirror while I was resting my legs on the VIP seat.
She had a so-called doll face, but there was also a somewhat innocent atmosphere, and she was carrying a pure white Chanel bag.
(I remember thinking that having pure white means that you must have multiple brand bags.)

The moment Mikoto-chan raised her hips, thinking that it was time to go home,"Are you going home?"and the eldest uncle in the room.
"Is there a taxi fare?"
"I want it"
"how many?"
"Eh~~ I want about 2 of them."
Mikoto-chan tilts her head and smiles.
Every time I come across such a scene in Roppongi, I, a commoner,"Don't hand over Yukichi because of Pinky or Pocky."I rush in.

When leaving the private room, Mikoto-chan secretly whispered into her ear."I'll walk home. I live in Midtown."He told me.

"I want to live in Paris someday."

Mikoto-chan, whom I met occasionally after lending her a mirror for a moment, gave me the impression that she was a little cold that night, but when I talked to her again, she was a very expressive girl who often laughed and got angry.
The little information I knew was that I was working for a foreign-affiliated company in my second year of working, that I had a dad who was called my boyfriend, that I liked good food and modern art, and that I dreamed of living in Paris someday. to have
She said that her "boyfriend" used to rent Midtown Residences as an office, and now she uses it as her own house.
Mikoto-chan's house, which I only visited once, was like a hotel and didn't feel like living at all.It seems that most of her luggage was left at her parent's house in Tokyo, and it was probably a temporary residence.

Occasionally, I would invite her to a drinking party on Friday nights, and while maintaining an ambiguous sense of distance between the two of us as we ate udon at the end of the party, I somehow knew that she had already left the company. .Mikoto's SNS is full of pictures of overseas trips with female friends who live the same way, and the stories he talks about are the bags he bought this season and the celebrities he drank recently.It was only when I was talking about the past—a bald boss at work with an unusually detailed collection of materials and the short-term study abroad in Paris that was the most stimulating experience of my life—that I felt my eyes twinkle.She didn't ask why she left the company.
She received money from her “boyfriend” whom she met at a dating club when she was in college, and sometimes she ate with other men to get pocket money.

Mikoto's life slowly crumbled. Her "boyfriend" was found to have lymphatic or some other cancer, and she can't see her like she used to.
"I'm proceeding with the procedures to hand over the company and the apartment to Mikoto when I die so that my family won't find out."Believing in those words, Mikoto read books on company management and real estate investment.
And since that Midtown house was sold out, she rented 1K in Roppongi XNUMX-chome.

Since the transfer from the other party became intermittent, he seemed to have no more leeway than before, so he was looking for a drinking party that paid for a taxi and participated almost every day.
From Mikoto"I'm going to drink with Mr. ○○! It's Taku 3."And the LINE that came at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night was sad, and I naturally distanced myself.

crippling lie

Then, partly because I was so busy with university events, the following year, when I had already forgotten Mikoto's name, I came across her in an unexpected way.It was a girl I met at an internship who showed me the screen of her smartphone.He likes radio, comedy and traveling alone.

As the two of them were working at Starbucks, she kept her voice down and happily showed that she had taken a photo with a comedian at his birthday party last week.
In the photo were one of the comedians who won last year's or the year before last's skit contest, her smiling with a glass of champagne, and Mikoto-chan in a bright red dress.
“Hey, do you know this person?”
"Lina-san? I recently got acquainted with him, but he invites celebrities and baseball players to drinking parties. But he calls girls and gets a brokerage fee. Isn't it dangerous?"

According to the story that the child heard from the men around her, "Lina" is currently working as a recruiter for girls and a cabaret club scout.When she told me the information I knew, she said, "Oh, he's over 30, isn't he?"She seemed to consult with the man she met at her drinking party and became close to about the cost of studying abroad at every opportunity.

Several years have passed since then, and I haven't heard any rumors about Mikoto-chan, nor have I seen her around town.
Do you still dream of living in Paris?