Chapter 96: Kyuza Orphanage: News No One Outside Okinawa Knows

That evening, she returned to the hotel.

Seiko rented a computer from the hotel. Then it took her two and a half hours to log into Rein Connection.

Damn it all to hell!

It took two and a half hours just to log in!

Was this crappy website ever going to work?

If you can run a site, run it. If not, shut down already!

When she had sat down at the computer, it was still evening. Now it was completely dark outside.

Seiko was probably the first boss in history to get wrecked by her own website. None before her, and probably none after.

Actually, two and a half hours was already lucky for Seiko. For one, Rein Connection had nearly sixty thousand users. For another, Rein Connection had no front-end servers in Okinawa, Kyushu, or Shikoku. The nearest front-end server was in Osaka. So Seiko was actually queuing in Osaka from a thousand miles away.

If she were unlucky, it wouldn’t be strange for her to still be queuing until morning.

That afternoon, Seiko bought up as many local newspapers as she could that had published stories about Kyuza Orphanage.

After logging in, Seiko sorted through the news reports and compiled them into a single volume. She posted it on her account, Rein, under the title “Kyuza Orphanage: News No One Outside Okinawa Knows.”

A few minutes later, one of Seiko’s pagers went off.

Seiko called the paging operator back and learned that Rein Network was looking for her. This was the drawback of an analog pager. Apart from “someone is looking for you,” it could barely pass on any information. If a user wanted more, they had to call the paging operator.

Seiko then called Rein Network and told them the name of her hotel.

Not long after, the hotel phone rang.

 Miss Yamagami, how could you post something like that?

It isn’t an article about the prime minister. Why can’t I post it?

The person on the other end was Adachi Jun, secretary of the Sanno Economic Research Association.

Adachi Jun had a headache too. Rein Network was a small company. Sixty thousand users was a mere fraction of Weekly Bunshun’s readership. Yet its information spread with frightening speed. If he didn’t talk to her tonight and settle this, by tomorrow the whole country might know there was an orphanage in Okinawa called Kyuza Orphanage.

 An article like this might be more serious than openly criticizing the prime minister…

Even Weekly Bunshun wouldn’t report news about GI babies.

The “Bunshun cannon” indeed never reported on the issue of stateless children. Bungeishunju Publishing House claimed it joined no political party, but in reality it was part of the Japanese right wing. Everything it did started from the interests and positions of the right wing. The most basic position of the right wing was the Japan-U.S. alliance.

So on the issue of stateless children, Weekly Bunshun and the Liberal Democratic Party were in complete agreement: What stateless children? I don’t see any.

 But I’m not Weekly Bunshun, Seiko said, unconcerned. Besides, even if Weekly Bunshun won’t report it, plenty of local Okinawan media did. All I did was repost their stories.

Reposting like that won’t help solve the GI baby problem, Adachi Jun continued. GI babies involve law, culture, diplomacy, central and local government, many things. One cabinet can’t solve it. If you expose this issue so casually, it will only make uninformed people misunderstand government policy.

I’m not trying to solve the GI baby problem. Seiko knew perfectly well that one cabinet couldn’t solve it. As long as the Japan-U.S. alliance existed, the GI baby problem would continue. What I posted was only about Kyuza Orphanage.

You only want to solve the Kyuza Orphanage problem? Adachi Jun seemed to relax, his tone a little lighter, but he still hesitated. That facility is under Okinawa’s local jurisdiction…

If Okinawa doesn’t have the ability to run the orphanage, I can pay to buy it, Seiko said.

 That won’t work! Adachi Jun refused flatly.

I can improve the orphanage for you for free. Why won’t it work? Seiko asked, puzzled.

After all, you aren’t LDP… Adachi Jun said vaguely.

Oh…

Seiko understood.

The core parts involving the GI baby problem couldn’t be handed to outsiders. This was probably an unspoken agreement among LDP factions.

 There’s one solution. I don’t know if you can accept it, Adachi Jun said after thinking for a long time.

Go ahead, Seiko said.

Sanno-kai can help you make contact with the Okinawa prefectural authorities and help you buy Kyuza Orphanage, Adachi Jun said. Then you shut it down immediately. What do you think?

I don’t think much of it, Seiko said. Why would I waste that money? Why don’t you close the orphanage yourselves?

You can’t treat us and the Okinawa local government as the same, Adachi Jun explained. The ones with the authority to close Kyuza Orphanage are the Okinawa authorities. But the current Okinawa government clearly doesn’t want to close it with its own hands. Maybe they haven’t reached internal agreement, or maybe they want to leave it for the next government to close.

So you want to use me, the sucker, to clean up the Kyuza Orphanage mess? Seiko hadn’t listened to the first half of Adachi Jun’s sentence at all. She still treated them and the Okinawa local government as one and the same.

This is the fastest solution I can think of for Kyuza Orphanage, Adachi Jun said helplessly. If you expect Okinawa to close the facility itself, it will drag in even more complicated personnel issues.

Fine…

Seiko ultimately accepted Adachi Jun’s proposal.

By the time the calls were finished, it was already the small hours of the night.

Seiko yawned and went back to her suite to sleep. But while she was half-asleep, she suddenly felt a body slip into her bed.

Still groggy, Seiko instinctively took the person for Saori. She reached out and hugged the smooth, soft, sweet-smelling body…

Hm?

Seiko was more than familiar with Saori’s body, and she quickly realized something was wrong.

Saori had a good figure, but she definitely didn’t have this kind of softness. In many places, Seiko could clearly feel bone through the skin.

She seemed to be in Okinawa. The only person with her was Momoko…

Ah!

Seiko sat up at once and turned on the bedside lamp.

Then, sure enough, she saw Momoko lying under the covers, her bare shoulders and collarbones showing that she was indeed wearing nothing.

“What are you doing?” Seiko asked.

“I…” Momoko shrank under the covers, stammering as if looking for an excuse.

“Tell the truth,” Seiko cut in. “You can’t lie, so don’t force yourself to make excuses.”

Momoko bit her lip. At last she gathered her courage, sat up abruptly, and looked at Seiko with red eyes. A teardrop hung on her cheek. “Please, miss, please save the children at Kyuza Orphanage. I’m an idiot. I don’t know what to do. I can only come to you and beg. Please…”

In the dim light, Momoko’s milk-white skin was mostly hidden by her loose golden hair. Even so, the size of her breasts, her slender waist, and her full hips formed a stunningly beautiful picture.

Seiko swallowed. She finally understood what it meant to be stunned by beauty.

But after hearing Momoko’s words, Seiko couldn’t help but sigh and press a hand to her forehead, both exasperated and headachy.

Seeing this, Momoko thought Seiko was going to refuse. She became even more flustered. She grabbed Seiko’s hand and pressed it to her chest. “Please, just help those children. You can say anything you want to me…”

Seiko hurriedly pulled her hand back and explained, “The Kyuza Orphanage problem is already solved.”

“Huh?” Momoko froze.

“I’ve already discussed it with the people above. I’ll buy Kyuza Orphanage…” Seiko briefly explained the result of her discussion with Adachi Jun and her follow-up plan.

Momoko listened, grateful and moved.

“That’s it,” Seiko said finally. “After the orphanage closes, the orphans will be resettled. Does that put your mind at ease?”

“Mhm, mhm…”

Momoko nodded repeatedly and let out a big breath of relief.

But after the relief came the problem again.

If the matter was already solved, then what she was doing now…

The room suddenly fell silent.

Momoko knelt on the bed, head lowered, both hands tightly clutching the blanket. Even her toes were tense.

Seiko suddenly noticed that when Momoko was extremely embarrassed, not only did her face turn red. Even the skin all over her body turned pink.

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