The state’s daughter paid me 300 million worthless

I want you

“When I was a child, the world was my parents, and my parents were everything to me. The condition for being a good child was to obey what my parents said. I wasn’t particularly smart or talented, so the only way I could make my parents happy was by being obedient. Obedience was **my** value.

‘You shouldn’t play games.’

I couldn’t keep up with the conversations in my class. I wasn’t particularly disliked, but I naturally became isolated, even without any malicious intent.

‘Choose your friends wisely.’

There were kids who wanted to be friends with me, but I couldn’t be friends with them because it was **my** parents’ instruction. It was almost better if they bullied me because I couldn’t relate to anyone or any conversation. They didn’t have any ill intentions; they just stayed away because we couldn’t connect. Maybe if I were smart, I would have asked about classwork, but I was usually the one asking.

‘Don’t stay up late.’

‘Don’t watch TV after evening.’

‘Be kind to others.’

‘Don’t make excuses. Listen to your parents without questioning.’

Repression, constraint, and reprimand.

Learned helplessness is a real thing. When your actions repeatedly yield no results, you start to think that everything you do is pointless. Even in situations where you could change the outcome, you don’t take action, or can’t take action. I thought everything was pointless because I had learned that it was. Looking back now, that’s what I was going through. I wasn’t obedient; I just thought rebelling was pointless.

Children are raised by their parents. If you can’t see a vision of living apart from your parents or a reason to live independently, it appears lazy, but nobody understood **my** perspective. I was thinking about this on my way home from elementary school. That’s when I met Eina Ohori.

‘I’m lost. Where is the park?’

She had long black hair that reached her ankles and was wearing an expensive-looking black kids’ dress. Under the instruction to be kind, I helped her before I even thought about it. It didn’t matter who she was. I had been taught that kindness was a good thing, and that’s the only reason I needed.

‘Thank you. I asked many people, but you’re the first one who helped me. Will you be my friend?’

Because we were told to choose our friends. I told her that, and Eina simply said, ‘I see.’

The next day, I received 500,000 yen in cash from Eina directly, and my parents approved of our friendship, especially my mother, who was very money-minded and became friends with Eina as soon as she found out that Eina was wealthy. She even encouraged me to ask for things.

So, I asked for various things, and Eina bought them all without any suspicion. For Eina, anything valuable could be bought with money. If it couldn’t be bought with money, it was worthless and had no meaning. The 500,000 yen was essentially a friendship fee, so I didn’t have to worry about it.

I was happy to have made my first friend. The first person I met was cute, and my heart raced. I naturally fell in love. Eina was emotionally distant, probably because she had no friends, but she listened to me no matter how boring my stories were. She listened to me vent about my family problems and my grades, and she was there.

My mother didn’t stop me from being friends with her. Every aspect of my life was increasingly repressed, and I got deeper into this relationship. Our home was filled with luxury items, all purchased by Eina. When I spent time with Eina, my parents’ moods improved. There was no reason to end our friendship. I didn’t know about her family, school, or hobbies, but the relationship continued.”

“The day after graduating from middle school, she bought me and became my master.”