My Wife Was Stolen by a Superior Citizen (5)
The fact that unpopular guys jerk off more often is something anyone could guess without needing some expert study. Wataru, who hadn't been with a woman at all before dating Shizuka, had been a total masturbation addict. At minimum, he'd stroke it once a day, and if he was feeling good, two or three times was no big deal. Even after marriage, he'd sneak peeks at porn whenever he got the chance—because unloading all his perverted lust onto Shizuka felt too overwhelming. He didn't want to risk her hating him for it.
So Wataru's computer was packed with porn catering to every kind of fetish—material he needed to comfort himself when Shizuka wasn't around. But now, ironically, he could only use them when she was around. Because his wife held the key to the chastity cage locked around his crotch.
He'd once begged her to give him the key. But she'd shot him down flat: "His Majesty ordered me to keep it, so it's not something we can decide between ourselves." That damn "His Majesty" this, "His Majesty" that... What the hell made Kim Hoyoung so special? Wataru had no choice but to obey him outwardly, but deep down, he hadn't truly submitted. That tiny shred of pride was what kept his self-respect intact.
Of course, he had no idea that his thoughts were being relayed in real-time to the authorities via his brain chip. In other words, the one bit of mental backbone he clung to was nothing more than gossip that government workers snickered over.
Regardless, here was Wataru today, pathetically clinging to Shizuka—who was heavily made up in anticipation of Kim Hoyoung's summons.
"Please, honey... It's been ten whole days since I last jerked off. I'm a man too. I need to relieve some basic sexual tension."
"Sigh... You really want to masturbate that bad?"
"...Yeah."
Shizuka, her makeup even heavier than during their dating days, pursed her red-lipsticked lips a few times, and Wataru felt his cock twitch desperately inside its cage.
She looked down at her husband like he was some immature middle-school boy in puberty. "God, you can't even hold out for ten days? It's not like food or water—some essential you need. What's the big deal about skipping a few wanks?"
"...B-but you're fucking Kim Hoyoung every single day without fail. How do you hold out...?"
It was the boldest rebellion Wataru could muster—a provocation that could spark a full-blown marital fight depending on her reaction. But Shizuka responded like the adult she was.
"It's to protect our family, remember? It's not like I want to. We need His Majesty's forgiveness to keep our family safe."
"............"
It was an ironclad argument he couldn't counter. After all, he was the one who'd gotten them on Kim Hoyoung's bad side in the first place. He had no leg to stand on there.
Still, ten days without unlocking the cage was inhuman. This was straight-up human rights abuse.
"Just unlock it for a bit, please. I'll quietly handle it myself while watching some porn."
"You really can't hold out?"
"It's serious. First time in ten days it's stayed on this long. Not jerking off too much is bad for your health, you know."
"Is that so...? Hmm..."
Shizuka pretended to mull it over while glancing at her wristwatch. Was she worrying about her meeting time with Kim Hoyoung? Even as I beg like this, throwing away all my pride? What am I to her? Which is more precious—me or Kim Hoyoung? ...I don't even know Shizuka anymore.
"Honey, you know we need His Majesty's permission to unlock the cage, right?"
"............Yeah?"
"Then why not just call His Majesty here instead?"
"...What?"
"His Majesty said he wanted to come here."
—Impossible. Inviting an outsider—a man—into their marital home? But Shizuka convinced her husband by promising she'd beg His Majesty to unlock the cage if he came. Desperate as he was, Wataru grudgingly agreed through gritted teeth.
For her husband's sake, lost in self-loathing, Shizuka added a few comforting words.
"In front of His Majesty, I'll have no choice but to play along with him, matching his words and actions. You get that, right? Power is scary."
"Even if I say something hurtful while watching his mood, forgive me. You know it's not how I really feel."
"If you really can't take it, just wink at me with your left eye while looking at me. I'll wink back. That'll be our secret signal. Got it? It means 'This is all just part of the play—our trust and love for each other hasn't changed.' Okay?"
With Shizuka going that far, Wataru stopped complaining and permitted Kim Hoyoung's visit.
Kim Hoyoung arrived almost immediately, as if he'd been waiting outside from the start.
Wataru greeted him at the door in dogeza. "W-Welcome, Your Majesty. Thank you so much for gracing our home today."
"Oh, Wataru, huh? You know why I'm here, right?"
"..............."
"To fuck your wife. You gonna stop me or what?"
"..............."
"Huh? No answer? The truth is, your dick's pathetic, right?"
"..............."
I want to kill him. Right here, I want to kill Kim Hoyoung. What if I went to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and stabbed him in the back? The injustice burned like madness. Emperor or whatever—he can't just steal a commoner's wife, can he? Why do I have to offer up the woman I love to this bastard? Kill him. Kill him. But... my body froze solid, refusing to move. Why? Has my flesh already submitted to him?
"Hey, Shizuka."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"This guy's in full rebellion mode. Doesn't like me fucking you, I guess."
"Can't be helped. He's got a small dick, so his mind's narrow too."
? Sh-Shizuka?
"A man's capacity is proportional to his cock size, right? Don't mind that little-dicked loser—enjoy my body today too, Your Majesty."
Wataru had known Shizuka for decades, but he'd never heard her fawn over a man like this. She'd always been at the center, the leader of any group. An unyielding, proud woman. But now, she was like... a high-class bar hostess.
"Your Majesty~ Come on~ Fill Shizuka's pussy with your superior seed~"
'I can't take this anymore!' Wataru boldly looked up and signaled Shizuka. Their secret trust symbol, made behind Kim Hoyoung's back: a left-eye wink. Thankfully, she caught it and winked back at a moment he wouldn't notice. Just that made Wataru feel like he'd conquered the world.
Yeah... Shizuka's just acting. Of course she is. Women working at bars or maid cafes put on sultry voices to tease customers all the time. They play a role for a few bucks an hour. Compared to that, Shizuka's tackling the way harder mission of sweet-talking an emperor. Of course she'd grovel differently than usual. I'm such an idiot. Shizuka's the mature one here. She's forcing herself through this crap for my sake, and here I am throwing a childish tantrum. I should take a page from her book. This is our joint operation to fool Kim Hoyoung. Our hearts are still tightly bound. Kim Hoyoung's the lonely outsider. Definitely.
"Fine, fine. I'm tired from coming over—mind if I sit and relax? Suck my cock while you finger yourself or whatever."
"Yes, Your Majesty! Sniff sniff. Sniff sniff. Sniff sniff. Sniff sniff."
No sooner had the order dropped than Shizuka yanked down Kim Hoyoung's pants and started sniffing eagerly. What the hell is that? I've never seen this Shizuka... Her face buried in a guy's balls, savoring the scent like it's heaven. She never did that with me... Hell, I don't think she ever even put her face near my balls. What's so great about it? Kim Hoyoung's just chilling on the sofa, unwinding, while Shizuka's face burns with desperate hunger.
What can I say—Shizuka seems almost... the aggressive one? 'No! That can't be! Shizuka! Right? It's all an act! Isn't it?'
Wink—
'Look over here, Shizuka! Give me the signal!'
Wink—
'Too immersed in the role? Not even glancing my way... Ah! Now! Our eyes met—right now!'
Wink— Left-eye signal. Proof of marital trust.
"Sniff sniff. Sniff sniff. Sniff sniff."
'Huh? Did she miss it?'
Wink, wink, wink— Wataru repeated the left-eye flutter endlessly. Kim Hoyoung might even ask what was up.
"You got a tic or something? Why's your eye twitching like that?"
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing."
Luckily, Kim Hoyoung dropped it after one question and even started dozing off. Guess he really was tired. Seizing the chance, Wataru unleashed a barrage of winks.
Wink— And this time, Shizuka winked back.
'Ah! See! She just missed it earlier! Haha! Of course! Our trust hasn't broken—'
Suddenly, a buried memory from the past surfaced—one Wataru had tucked away because it hurt. Back before he and Shizuka were official, during their ambiguous talking stage, he'd spotted her from behind on the street and prank-called her for fun. 'Hehe, if she picks up, I'll surprise her from behind.' But Shizuka pulled out her phone at the ring, checked the caller ID, silenced it, and pocketed it again.
'Huh? What's going on?'
Confused, the call tone kept ringing in his ear.
——No idea why this not-so-fun memory popped up now. But... the expression on Shizuka's face when she winked at me just now looked exactly like back then—pure annoyance. The irritated face she'd made while sneakily silencing her phone from behind... it matched her wink perfectly.
Just my imagination? 'If I keep ignoring him, he'll just keep winking like an idiot in front of His Majesty. Better give him some attention to shut him up. What a pain in the ass.' Why did it feel like I could hear Shizuka's biting inner monologue? No, no—even if, that's gotta be wrong. She winked as a sign of trust in me. Yeah. Definitely. No doubt about it. No doubt...