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Ryuta Watanabe (37), known as a polygamous freeloader boyfriend as well as a YouTuber and influencer, lives in an eight-person household with his first wife Hisaki, second wife Ayaka, third wife Chiharu, Hisaki’s second child Ema-chan, Chiharu’s first child Toa-kun, and their newborn twins (while the fourth wife has run away from home).
Last time, the writer bravely invited Watanabe out for a date — their first in about three years.
<a href="https://friday.kodansha.co.jp/article/419928">(For reference: the previous article was titled “Oh no, I’m about to become the fifth wife!” — the full story of a gravure idol nearly knocked out by a date with a polygamous freeloader boyfriend.)</a>
And now, somehow, he actually showed up at my house, where I live alone with my son, offering to cook dinner for us. I vaguely recall him mentioning something like that at the end of our last date, but I didn’t think he’d seriously follow through.
<h2>A polygamous freeloader boyfriend shows up at the home of a rock-bottom gravure idol</h2>
How many years has it been since a man came over?
It’s been so long I honestly can’t even remember. It’s been ages, to the point where I didn’t even know what kind of outfit you’re supposed to wear while waiting for a man to come to your place.
Cute loungewear? A tight dress? Should I go with a full face of makeup, or keep it natural? And wait — the fact that I’m even thinking about this — am I basically offering myself up here?
Anyway, I went ahead and cleaned like crazy! My place is a 1LDK, but I even cleaned the bedroom that he probably wouldn’t be stepping into (blush).
And then, at the promised time, Watanabe-san arrived!
When I opened the door to my apartment, before even properly greeting me, he immediately turned to my son who came to the door with me and said, “Hello there!”
His voice was super soft the entire time and I thought, Yup, this guy’s got manners. You know how the entryway of an apartment echoes, right? I’m always telling my loudmouth friends who come in yelling things like “Hey, I’m here!” or “I got so lost!” to please stop!!
So yeah — points scored right away (who do I think I am?).
Once inside, he greeted my somewhat cautious kid again and smiled, saying, “What a nice place you have!”
If you’ve ever seen Watanabe-san’s YouTube, you’ll know his family lives in a giant mansion. Compared to a place like that, my apartment’s basically like a doghouse. But he said, “Not at all!” And sure — maybe he actually thought it was tiny, but only an idiot would say it out loud. I feel like it’s these little kindnesses and gestures that explain how he manages to collect so many wives.
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<h2>Cheers with a 9% Strong! The freeloader boyfriend cooks omelet rice</h2>
And then, while filming for YouTube, we toasted with the 9% Strong he brought over!
It had been a while since I drank a 9% one. Lately, I’ve been trying to hold back on Strong drinks, so it was a bit of a reunion. Whew — even the first sip hits hard (already tipsy).
Random side note, but I was kind of shocked at myself when I saw a clip on YouTube where I said, “I drank two 9%s, so doesn’t that make me 18% right now?” What was I thinking? No way that’s how it works! Classic F-rank university grad move. Seriously dumb.
Anyway — this idiot woman here was treated to omurice by Watanabe-san. He brought all the ingredients and casually asked, “Mind if I borrow your cutting board and knife?” while smoothly getting to work… and wow, the guy’s fast!
He diced the onions in a flash, sautéed them, and added some enoki mushrooms.
Then tossed in ketchup, rice, and seasonings — fried it all up with practiced ease, plated it, quickly washed the frying pan, and started on the eggs. And those eggs… perfectly soft and runny! They looked crazy delicious.
Since I can’t cook at all, I was honestly moved, thinking, “I’ve never seen eggs this good-looking outside of a restaurant”
The best part? He kept chatting with me the whole time while cooking.
True to form, he didn’t forget to drop compliments like, “You’re cute today too,” and “You look like one of those idols dancing on stage today.” Not sure if this counts as a compliment, but he also told me a few times, “Sally, you look like an egg.” Is he calling me Humpty Dumpty? I get that like twice a year.
And he casually added, “The wives were like, ‘Why do you drink with Sally when you won’t drink with us?’ but it’s just way more fun drinking with you (laughs).” I guess this is the kind of flattery technique that keeps a freeloader afloat?!
Before I knew it, the omurice was done — and it looked ridiculously good.
What’s more, he had already washed all the utensils he used. In fact, he even washed some of my other dirty dishes that were just sitting in the sink!
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Is this the power of a kept man?! I’ll be giving him extra points for this too.
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<h2>&#8220;I&#8217;ve had sex with both of them, so I&#8217;m good!&#8221;</h2>
Lining up side by side to finally eat!
Just as I was about to start eating, my son kept getting in the way&#8230; He had already eaten before the shoot, so I was like, “Are you still hungry?!” But Watanabe-san picked him up and fed him.
Whenever my son spilled omelet rice on my clothes, he quickly wiped it off with a tissue at lightning speed. I thought to myself again, “Being a kept man is impressive.” Then I took a bite. “Delicious!!” The omelet rice made by a kept man—“Himo Rice”—is seriously so good!
No joke, it’s hands down the best omelet rice I’ve ever had!
The seasoning seemed tailored for someone like me who drinks and loves strong flavors; it really went well with the alcohol.
My son, who had already eaten dinner earlier, was munching away happily too.
There was even dried basil as a garnish, which moved me. People who don’t cook much often don’t even know about dried basil. I learned something new that S&amp;B sells pretty much everything.
Watanabe-san’s stay in Tokyo this time was only three days. He seemed busy, going on dates with women who applied for the fifth wife audition via SNS.
He mysteriously said several times, “I want to hold you, Sarii-san, but I’ve already slept with two people just yesterday and today, so it’s all good! Don’t worry!”
Is this some kind of unspoken rejection?! (LOL)
After the previous izakaya date video went public on YouTube, people kept asking me, “Did you really not sleep with him?” But honestly, no. To be honest, he’s more businesslike than I am and might be calculating, thinking “It’s more interesting to tease and not sleep with this busty woman.”
When he says with those big round eyes, “Let’s get married,” “Let’s have kids,” I start to wonder if maybe there’s a chance?
Just like last time, because he had another date, he suddenly stopped the filming, got ready quickly, and said goodbye, being more polite to my son than to me. What on earth is going on in this guy’s head?
When he left, we exchanged LINE contacts. It’s been years since I’ve asked a guy for his LINE myself.
Finally, I got the kept man’s LINE!! Here’s the message I received.
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Isn&#8217;t he surprisingly decent?
More than anything, I really like that he talks about my son first!!
From what I hear from my friends, there are so many dads who seriously do nothing. Since I’m a single mom, I basically do everything alone, but I’ve been told a few times, &#8220;I’m jealous of Sarī.&#8221;
When I hear their stories, despite saying things like “No way,” it turns out—these dads don’t cook, only occasionally give the kid a bath and brag about it, don’t put their kids to bed, and of course don’t feed them. Yet they make around 5 million yen a year and have siblings.
The family budget is always tight, but they spend money on their own hobbies without worry and hardly ever allow their wives to go out on weekends. They don’t give any allowance either, and I’ve heard more than once or twice that these dads live by doing “papa-katsu” (dating for money) because they don’t have enough money.
But these fathers usually have normal jobs and try to hide their cheating, so just by playing with their kids on weekends, society treats them like good dads. But is that really true?
Maybe it’s just me being weird, but even if it’s polygamy, a household with a higher income than an average family and a dad who takes care of the kids isn’t so bad. People might criticize the type of work, but no matter what job you do, the most important thing is that the parents live happily and harmoniously.
Seeing him naturally interact with the kids, I felt “He really is raising them properly.” Even though he’s wild, the fact that his wives accept him might be because of these things.
Am I praising him too much? Am I starting to fall for him? (LOL)
He also said, “If you come to Tokyo, let me know! I’m waiting in Hokkaido too!” which made me look forward to next time.
I need to be careful not to fall in love! But still, I can’t help but think, “It’s an interesting story for me to fall seriously in love with a polygamous guy,” I thought.

 Sari Yoshizawa

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