The school bell rings to announce the end of the day, with students in the go-home club leaving.
Just that like Momona, Ayu, and Hanako.
"One week from today is our official graduation!" Ayu stated with a happy expression while stretching her arms up into the air. "And our oaths to Ichikawa will officially end!"
"And when I get into college," Hanako stated with a happy expression while stretching her own arms into the air, "I'm gonna get myself one of those super vibrators just like Ichikawa was given for Christmas!"
"Oh yeah that reminds me!" Ayu said looking as if she had just remembered something important. "Ichikawa, how often have you been using-"
"I have not since Christmas!" Momona snarled.
"You mean you haven't buzzed your cooch since-" Ayu began with a mixture of shock and mischief in her expression.
"No, I've never used it for that either!" Momona snarled more intently.
"You really have become such a strait-laced girl," Ayu noted.
"Yeah," Hanako agreed.
"So what are your plans after graduation, girls?" Momona asked, wanting to change the subject.
"I'm takin' Botany," Hanako answered, "then when I graduate, I'm gonna help mom run her store."
"Yeah, I can really see you doing that," Momona said with a thoughful expression. "Now what about you, Kawashima?"
"I'm going into porn," Ayu answered with a casual expression.
"Uh-huh," Momona said with a skeptical expression.
"Seriously," Ayu said with a more intent expression. "I am going into porn."
"Didn't you once say that you couldn't be naked in front of a boy?" Momona asked.
"That all changed after I started having sex with Urisugi," Ayu said.
"But you wrote down physicist, computer programmer, and mathematician as possible future careers," Momona scowled at Ayu.
"I lied," Ayu answered with a flippant though serious expression. "I mean, who in their right mind would put down porn as their future career choice?"
"Yeah, that's right," Hanako agreed.
"But just think about it, girls!" Ayu stated with dreamy eager expression. "What better way to have sex with lots of different sexy guys and get paid for it?! And it was all thanks to Urisugi."
"Urisugi?!" Hanako asked with a wry expression.
"Yes," Ayu verified, "even though we were paying him for sex, he genuinely enjoyed it!"
"That's right, he did!" Hanako stated with realization.
"Whereas other guys who whore themselves only do it for the money," Ayu noted with a contemptous expression.
"But Kawashima, you're such a smart girl!" Momona pleaded with an expression to match while grabbing hold of Ayu's shoulders. "You really could be a physicist, a computer programmer, or a mathematician because you're good at math! Those jobs pay good money because people good at math are hard to come by! And since you're also a pretty girl, you could even go into modelling! That pays good money too! Don't go into porn! That's a sleazy business!"
"Well excuse me for not becoming what you want me to become, Ichikawa," Ayu sneered while shrugging Momona's hands off.
"But what would your mother think?!" Momona asked with that pleading expression.
"Actually . . ."
"Y-You're gonna go into porn?!" Ayu's mother snickered while pointing at her daughter and sitting at the table.
"Yes, I made my decision," Ayu said with a serious expression.
"You sure you're up for it, Ayu? Being in porn means lots of people throughout Japan, and possible the world, will end up watching you having sex and picking you out on the street somewhere."
"Yeah, I did think of that," Ayu said. "But I'm still going through with it."
Her mother laughs.
"Well, good luck!" After calming. "Although," her tone turned muted, "I'm gonna have to be careful at what I watch from now on."
"Don't worry, mom." As Ayu gives a humorously comforting expression while clasping her mother's shoulder. "I'll give you a heads up on what I act in so that you won't wind up traumatized from seeing it by accident."
"Yeah, thanks, Ayu."
Her mother next sighed while tilting her head back. "Back when I was your age, the men in porn were gorillas. But now . . . now they're all so much hotter." Then straightens her neck to look at her daughter with a respectful expression. "Nevertheless, you got more courage than me, Ayu . . . As delightful as the idea of getting paid to have sex with lots of different sexy men, you couldn't pay me enough to have sex in front of a camera . . . You definitely don't get that level of courage from me. You must get it from your father, because he did have the courage to marry and stick with me."
" . . . And she was sober," Ayu pointed out.
"You have a very supportive mother," Momona sneered.
"I'm with your mother on that, Kawashima," Hanako said with a serious though thoughtful expression. "You couldn't pay me enough to have sex in front of a camera. If my time with Urisugi is any proof, I'd probably screw up anyway."
"So what about you now, Ichikawa?" Ayu asked. "What do you want to be?"
"First, I'm going to spend the summer working down at the fishing tours to make some money," Momona answered.
"Eh? Fishing tours?!" Ayu snickered.
"You want to host fishing tours for fishing otakus?" Hanako added with a mocking expression.
"Yes!" Momona stated with a serious expression, causing them to fall quiet. "Then when university starts, I will take a course in Fashion because I think I know a niche for myself. I'm gonna make proper brassieres. Really, there needs to be better ones." As she momentarily hoists her own breasts.
"Okay," Ayu mused, then with a serious expression. "But back to porn. The men earn more money than the women involved."
"Why?" Hanako asked.
"Because the men are the stars in the porn world," Ayu answered.
Oh right, this world's porn industry caters to us women, Momona thought with a sarcastic expression.
"So how much are they paid?" Hanako asked.
"Per movie shoot," Ayu begins, "the men earn seventy to one hundred thousand yen while the women only earn twenty to forty thousand yen."
"Wow. Men in porn got it good," Hanako stated with an envious expression.
"Now then, let me see if I got this correct," Ayu said. "Porn actress," pointing to her own face, "florist," pointing to Hanako, "and fashion designer." Pointing to Momona.
That gets Momona thinking. Back in my world, if anyone ever heard about a fashion designer, they would think of a woman. And if that fashion designer were a man, they would suspect him of being gay. I wonder . . .
"Do any of you know of any prominent female fashion designers?" Momona suddenly asked.
"Not to my knowledge," Ayu answered.
"Nor mine," Hanako admitted.
"But I suppose you could end up being prominent yourself," Ayu said with a whimsical expression.
Momona is back at her home in her room doing a search for fashion designers. She finds out about the various women who are fashion designers and appear just as numerous as men. She narrows it down to stereotypes and discovers the gender based ones she had been searching for.
Male fashion designers are stereotyped as flighty with their head in a cloud while female ones are stereotyped as serious. Momona read. Not what I was expecting, and nothing about sexual orientations either, but at least I now know I won't be teased for getting involved with the fashion industry like a guy would back in my world.
"Momona?" Her mother called as she knock on her closed bedroom door.
"What is it, mom? Come on in."
Her mother enters with an uneasy expression.
"Ah, Th-There's a foreign man at our gate. H-He was asking for you."
"EH?! I don't know any foreigners! " As Momona darts up onto her feet with a shocked expression.
"I figured you wouldn't because he asked me in stilted Japanese, I would like to speak to your daughter," her mother said. "Not mentioning your name. Now how should we handle this?"
Momona stares at her mother with bewilderment.
"Ah, let's see what he wants," Momona finally answered with a fretful expression as she walks forward, making her mother move aside.
Momona heads downstairs with her mother following close behind. They arrive at the door and Momona peeks outside. There at the fence's gate stands the foreign man in question.
"He's a tall one," Momona noted as the foreigner in question stands head and shoulders taller than their fence's gate.
Momona puts on her shoes and steps outside. She slowly walks up to the gate with a fretful expression. She gets close enough to be able to talk with him, having to look up. She does a careful bow.
"N-No . . . English," Momona said upon straightening, showing that she had an inadequate knowledge of the language.
"Do not worry because I can speak Japanese," the foreign man in question answered carefully in stilted Japanese. He raises his right arm and runs his hand over his head.
An expression of utmost shock appears on Momona's face.
Wait! Is that?! No way! He's that American teacher who got arrested for having sex with a female student! And he knows Japanese?! But why is he here in Japan?! Why is he here at my home?! Why does he want to talk to me?! What does he want with me?!
He takes out a card with printing on one side, along with a pen, then braces the card against the cement fence wall to carefully print his name on the blank side. He puts his pen away.
"Here is my name," he said as he reaches over the fence to hand the card to Momona, taking it as she ignores his breach of etiquette in handing out business cards with both hands. She reads the name on it. His given name with the first letter capitalized followed by his surname with all of its letters capitalized.
"Dustin Weaver," he pronounced for her.
"Dasutin U-iba," Momona repeated as best she could. She next flips the card over to find that it is a business card for a hotel called, The Simple Stay.
"That is the hotel I am staying at," Dustin said. "What is your name?"
Momona looks up at him for moment.
"Momona. Ichikawa Momona."
"Itchy kawa Momona," Dustin said carefully.
There is a moment of silence as they stare back at one another.
"I want to talk to you, Momona," Dustin next said.
Ugh! Why are foreigners so quick to casually speak a stranger's name? Momona winces. Not even my friends call me by my given name nor I with theirs. But of all the people in the world out there, this man has to be the one to come to Japan! Walk up to my house to speak with me! Me! What does he want with me?!
Momona glances back at her mother standing on the porch for assurance.
"Okay," she answered up at Dustin.
He takes a deep breath and sighs with closed eyes as he pinches the bridge of his nose while resting his other hand atop of the fence gate.
"This is not going to be easy for me to say," Dustin said, then lowers his hand to rest next to his other hand as he looks down at her. "But I am here because of you."
NOTE:
The income amount for doing porn I simply converted to yen directly from the American dollar (and switched around for this morally reversed world).
The name, Dustin Weaver, has to do with his hairstyle being like Justin Bieber's back when Justin made his debut.