I was seduced by a married Japanese woman

Hey, so I've been holding on to this story

for quite a while now, and the reason why

is because I think it's one of my most

crazier stories, and it's going to be my

last ever video talking about a past

relationship. This is the last girl.

After this, there's going to be no more

videos talking about past girlfriends or

past relationships because this is the

last one. And I admit this story sounds

kind of crazy, kind of far-fetched, so I'm

going to guess that a load of people are a

load of you are going to think, he's just

making it up, this isn't real, he's just

making up this story for views. And I

don't blame you if you think that, but I

just want to make a disclaimer and say

that this story is 100% true. There's not

really anything I can do to prove it to

you because I deleted all the photos that

I took with her because this happened 4

years ago and I had no idea that I was

going to do YouTube or I was going to make

a video about it. So it all started 4

years ago on this website, on this

Japanese website called Mixi. Now back

then, Mixi was probably the most popular

social networking website in Japan. It was

basically Japan's equivalent of Facebook,

and everyone, every Japanese person had a

Mixi. If you started talking to a Japanese

person, they'd go, hey, do you have Mixi?

And you would become friends on Mixi. And

the thing is, it was really difficult for

foreigners to make an account on Mixi

because you needed to enter a Japanese

postcode and a Japanese telephone number.

But I managed to get one of my Japanese

friends to make an account for me, so I

felt really proud for the fact that I had

a Mixi when a lot of other foreigners had—

um, didn't have it, or it was very

difficult for them to make a Mixi account.

No one really uses Mixi anymore. After

apps like LINE came out, Mixi just kind of

died off. It went the way of MySpace and

Bebo, and I'm pretty sure most Japanese

people don't even use it anymore. Anyway,

about 4 years ago, I was on Mixi, and I

used to upload all of my drawings and

artwork onto Mixi. And then one day, this

Japanese person started commenting and

liking all my drawings, and I started

chatting with her. I started chatting to

this person, and it turns out she was this

32-year-old Japanese woman. At the time,

she was 32, and I must have been 24, 4

years ago. And I was really happy about

this because I was really depressed. I

didn't have anyone in my life at that

time. I had just come back from a

disastrous family vacation to Malaysia and

Vietnam, where we argued a lot, and I was

feeling kind of down. I was starting to

get the itch to go to Japan again. I

started chatting to this Japanese woman on

a daily basis, and we started to get quite

close, which I was happy about because I

was feeling kind of lonely and I wanted

someone. And I told her that I was

planning on going to Japan in the winter

later this year, and she said, great,

let's meet up. And I said, okay. But then

she told me that she was married and she

had a husband. She even sent me a photo of

herself. With her husband, which is kind

of weird. And the moment I found out she

was married, I felt so disappointed, and I

just kind of lost interest in her because

I didn't want to get involved with a

married woman. It just felt like— it felt

like a waste of time. I decided to go to

Japan later that year anyway, and I stayed

at this tiny guesthouse which only had

about 10 people living there. I thought

it'd be better to try out a smaller

guesthouse instead of a gigantic

guesthouse because I thought if there was

less people it would be more of a

tight-knit family kind of atmosphere at

the guesthouse, but most of the people

there were very reserved and they weren't

really interested in socializing. They

just stayed in their rooms most of the

time, and there was only a few people

there that were friendly, and I felt

really lonely there most of the time.

There was this really cute girl that lived

there as well, this Japanese girl, and I

used to spend every evening with her

watching TV. We used to watch TV together.

Until 1 or 2 AM in the morning, and I

really liked her. And one day I just sent

her a message saying that I really liked

her, would you like to be my girlfriend?

And she said, no, sorry, can we just be

friends? And I said, okay. After that

happened, I felt like, what's the point in

staying here anymore? If there's no

potential girlfriends here, then I might

as well just leave. So I contacted the

manager and I told her that I'm going to

move out, and I moved back to the gigantic

guest house that I always used to stay in.

After I moved back into the gigantic

guesthouse, I still felt kind of

disappointed because everyone there were

mostly Thai girls and Japanese guys, and I

had pretty much no interest in talking to

them. So I started talking to the Japanese

woman from Mixi again, and I started

telling her about how lonely I felt, and I

didn't feel like there were anyone— there

were any people at the guesthouse that I

wanted to become friends with. And she

said to me, why don't we meet up then?

Why don't we meet up and go for a meal?

And I said, okay, that sounds great. But

then she said, is it okay if my husband

comes along as well? Because she didn't

feel comfortable meeting me just by

herself yet. I said okay, but deep down I

wasn't really interested in meeting her

husband. But since I had nothing better to

do, I agreed to meet them and we went for

dinner. We went to yakiniku, which is like

a barbecue meat place,

and it was kind of awkward. I sat on one

side of the table and they both sat on the

other side, and I I tried to avoid talking

to her because I didn't want it to seem

like I fancied her in front of her

husband. So I mainly spoke to her husband.

Her husband was really friendly. He was

really nice. And she asked me a few

questions. She didn't really speak that

much, but she kept staring at me. I felt

like she was— I felt like I could feel her

gaze on me. Every time I looked up, I

could see her like looking at me.

Sometimes our eyes met and it was kind of

awkward and I felt, I felt a bit nervous.

She had black shoulder-length hair. She

was a bit chubby, a bit overweight. And

she had large breasts, pretty large

breasts for a Japanese person, and I

thought she was cute. I actually felt kind

of attracted to her. During dinner, I

mostly spoke to her husband. He asked me

questions like what were my plans in

Japan, and I always find this question

difficult because it's kind of

embarrassing telling people that I don't

have any plans, that I'm just here to look

for a girlfriend and to socialize. So I

just said something like, I don't really

have any plans. I'm just looking for

friends. After we finished having dinner,

we left the restaurant. He paid for my

meal. He said that I didn't have to pay

because I didn't really eat much and it

was his treat. So I said thank you and we

went to the train station. We said goodbye

and I went back to the guesthouse. The

next day, the Japanese woman messaged me

and she said something like she really

enjoyed last night. She had a lot of fun.

It was nice meeting me and she wanted to

meet me again. But this time without her

husband, just the two of us. So I said

okay because I kind of wanted to see her

again. We decided to meet up in Shinjuku,

and it was kind of strange because we

didn't really know what to do. I didn't

know what to do, so I ended up just

wandering around aimlessly taking photos,

and she would just follow me. She would

just trail behind me, and we spoke a bit,

and then we had something to eat. After we

finished eating, it started to get a bit

dark, and I thought I was just gonna go

home, go back to the guest house, and we

would say goodbye, but then she suddenly

said, do you want to go to karaoke for a

few hours? And I was really surprised. I

didn't expect her to say that, and I said,

really? At this time? It's kind of late,

isn't it? And she said she wouldn't mind.

She doesn't mind if I didn't mind. So I

said, okay, let's go to karaoke. And this

is where it— this is where things started

to get a bit sexual. At first it was

pretty normal. We just sang songs, we

drank drinks, and About 40 minutes later,

she sat right next to me and she started

touching me and she started kissing me.

So I put down the microphone and I started

kissing her as well. We spent the rest of

the time in the karaoke room kissing, and

then after we ran out of time in the

karaoke place, we had to leave. And I

thought I was gonna go home after that. I

thought I was gonna go back to the

guesthouse and that would be it. But she

asked me, she asked me, do you want to go

to a love hotel? And I was so shocked. I

was so surprised she asked me this. Of

course I really wanted to go. It was like

all my wildest dreams and fantasies were

coming true. But I felt kind of strange

about it. She's married. She has a

husband. Is this really okay? I said, are

you sure? What about your husband? And she

said, don't worry about him. He won't even

realize that I'm gone. He won't even

realize that I haven't come home. And we

ended up going to a love hotel. If you

don't know what a love hotel is, it's

basically a special kind of hotel in Japan

where you just have sex in. It's usually

used by people who are cheating on their

partners or by couples who, who want a

private place to have sex in, because in

Japan it's, it's pretty normal for adults

to still be living with their parents,

and it can be a bit awkward to bring back—

to bring your partner back to your

parents' house to have sex. When we got to

the love hotel, it was really interesting.

On the wall, there was this gigantic

touchscreen panel, and that was how you

chose which room you wanted to go to. And

you go to the receptionist counter and you

pay the money, but you can't see the

receptionist She's standing behind this

big non-see-through window, and there's

this opening at the bottom where you can

just see her hands where she takes the

money. I guess it's to protect her

identity. So she paid for the room, and

then we went up to the room, and the room

was amazing. It was so luxurious and

extravagant. There was this gigantic queen

bed which had curtains that went around

it, kind of like a princess bed. There was

marble flooring. There was a gigantic TV.

There was really nice furniture. The

bathroom was huge, and it had this

steaming fog function. Where it would just

fill up, fill the whole bathroom with

steam, which was pretty cool. We sat down

on the bed next to each other and I

started touching her, I started kissing

her, and it was kind of like she was

having second thoughts. She was very quiet

and not very into it, and she asked me,

you like me, right? You're not just using

me for sex, right? And I said, of course,

I really like you, otherwise I wouldn't be

here. She seemed pretty satisfied with

this answer and we proceeded to become

naked. And when she got naked, I was

pretty surprised. All over her body on

this side and on her neck, she was covered

in these pretty bad burn scars. And she

told me that when she was younger, she

tried killing herself by setting herself

on fire, but she failed and she was taken

to the hospital and she had to have skin

grafts. She told me that she suffered from

depression and she was taking a lot of

medication. And at first, this kind of

weirded me out. I thought it was a bit

disturbing that she tried to kill herself

by setting herself on fire. But then we

turned off the lights, we dimmed the

lights down, and I didn't, I didn't really

notice the scarring much, and I just kind

of got used to it. And we had sex. We had

sex several times during the night, and it

was pretty good sex apart from one thing.

She kept clenching really tightly, and I

had to pull out a few times because it was

so tight it was uncomfortable, and I had

to tell her to stop clenching so much,

and she said That she couldn't help it

because it felt so good. We didn't use a

condom or protection. I would just pull

out before ejaculating and I would finish

on her stomach. After we finished having

sex, she was kind of weird. She would

start pacing around the hotel room saying

things like, I want to die. She would go,

I want to die, I want to die, I want to

die, in Japanese, and it was, it was kind

of creepy. I would say, why are you saying

that? Why don't you just come here and go

to sleep? And she said she couldn't sleep

because I don't know why she didn't want

to sleep. She said that she couldn't sleep

or something. She would tell me about her

husband. She would say that there's no

love in the marriage, that she doesn't

have feelings for him anymore, that they

don't even sleep in the same room. They

haven't slept together for years. And she,

she said that she felt really lucky that 2

men were in love with her. She told me

that her relationship with her and her

husband was more like brother and sister

and not like husband and wife. And I think

that was one of the main reasons why I

felt okay with having a sexual

relationship with a married woman. Was

because she told me herself that she

didn't really have any feelings for him in

a romantic kind of way. We stayed at

several love hotels over the course of 3

months, and we didn't stay every night,

maybe every other night, so that's at

least 40 nights at love hotels, and she

paid every time. I couldn't afford to pay

for hotel bills because I had already paid

for the guesthouse, and I couldn't bring

her back to the guesthouse because there's

not much privacy there, and she was pretty

noisy during sex, so Everyone would have

heard if we had sex in my room. She would

actually tell her husband every night when

we went to a love hotel that she was going

to be spending the night with me, but she

would say something like, we're going to

karaoke, or we're going to a bar, we're

going drinking, and her husband never said

anything. I'm not sure if her husband

suspected that we were having sex or if he

actually believed that we were going to

karaoke or we were just going drinking.

She said that her husband said that he

thought I was gay and that he thought I

wasn't interested in women, so maybe

that's why he didn't suspect anything.

Several months passed and it was time for

me to go back home, back to the UK. We

stayed at this dingy little love hotel by

the airport and we had sex for the last

time, and then we went to the airport. We

hugged, we kissed, we said goodbye, and

that was the last time I ever saw her.

After I got back to England, she kept

begging me to come back to Japan. To see

her, and I said that I couldn't because I

didn't have enough money, and she said

that she would send me £4,000 so I could

come and see her again, but I refused

because I didn't see any point in

continuing the relationship. There was no

future in it. She wasn't interested in

getting a divorce because she depended on

her husband to pay for the medication. I

actually ended up going back to Japan

later in that year, but I stayed with a

different Japanese woman, the woman that I

nearly married. I've already made a video

talking about that relationship, so you

can watch that if you want to find out

what happened. And that's the end of the

video. So now that I've successfully

finished documenting all of my past

relationships and encounters with the

opposite sex and the same sex, there's

going to be no more ex-girlfriend videos

because now you know everything.