My Wife Was Stolen by a Superior Citizen (7)
“Uuhehehet♡ I love cock! Cock is the best! I had no idea sex felt this good♡ I wasted 99.999% of my life♡”
Ahh... Shizuka. My wife, my Madonna, my idol. The woman who was always so confident and cool, now fawning over a man like a bitch in heat, shaking her ass wildly.
I could understand her having sex with him, but this? This level of crazed, animalistic lust? It was beyond comprehension.
Shizuka... look at me. Just wink at me once more. This is all an act, right?
“Kkweeeek♡ Buheet buheet♡ I'm His Majesty's sow♡ I've completely surrendered to His Majesty's cock, so even in front of my husband, I'm a pathetic, crying pervert bitch♡ Buheet buheet♡ Buheet buheet♡”
...No wink, not even close. She was in such extreme arousal that I worried if she could even breathe properly.
She had told me she was just acting to fool Kim Hoyoung, but could an ordinary housewife—not some award-winning actress—pull off method acting at that level? She must have Academy Award material hidden away, marrying a guy like me. Haha...
...No, that's not it. No way.
“Damn it...!!”
“Hm? What's wrong, Wataru?”
As I slammed my fist into the floor and wailed, Kim Hoyoung stopped his thrusting.
Not out of anger, fear, or pity—of course not. If I had to compare, it was like pausing briefly to glance at a random bug corpse on the street. Pure, fleeting curiosity.
The reason he stopped?
“Aaah! Don't stop! Please don't stop! If you stop now, Shizuka will go crazy! My head will go crazy!”
“Shut up. I don't care if you go crazy.”
“Aaah... fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy with that super massive cock! Pussyyyy!! Pussyyyyyy!!!!!”
She'd once told me, “The word 'cock' is too crude—why not say something more polite, like 'penis'?” Now she was tacking “cock” and “pussy” onto every word like some uneducated whore.
She jammed her fingers into her gaping pussy—the one that had just lost Kim Hoyoung's cock—as if she couldn't bear even a second of emptiness, stirring violently. Love juices splattered with wet, obscene sounds. It was ferocious masturbation.
I'd never thought my own libido was weak, but Shizuka right now was on a whole other level of perversion. I couldn't wrap my head around it.
Was sex really that insanely good that she lost her mind the moment it stopped? Couldn't she endure even a brief pause?
No, but who was I to talk?
“What is it, Wataru? Got something to say?”
“Your Majesty...! No, seriously, Your Majesty.”
“?”
“Please let me jerk off too.”
“Hm?”
Ah. I'm an idiot.
But I couldn't help it. Right now, if he'd just let me touch myself, I felt like I could become his slave.
“I beg you, Your Majesty! Seeing prim-and-proper Shizuka throw away all her pride and dignity, panting like a slut—my cock's been rock-hard since earlier, I can't hold back!”
“What do you think, Shizuka?”
Why did he have to confirm it with her? What kind of personality was that?
I glanced at Shizuka. Maybe because I'd made such a pathetic spectacle, she'd snapped back to her senses, stopping her masturbation and putting on a serious face.
We shared a brief eye contact.
Shizuka, what are you thinking? I'm thinking I want to jerk off. My wife screaming in ecstasy as another man pounds her, and me begging that man to let me masturbate instead of getting mad.
...Is this hell?
“I think my husband's endured a lot too. Jerking off... you could allow that much, right?”
“Is that so? Fine then. I permit your masturbation.”
In that moment, I genuinely felt grateful to Kim Hoyoung.
“Aaah!! Aaah! How long has it been?! Aaaah!!!”
I knelt there, watching my wife fuck another man, shaking my cock like a madman.
The best and worst masturbation of my life.
At the end, Shizuka endured extreme play—him choking her with his necktie.
She'd always refused anything beyond basic missionary, saying she hated it. But with Kim Hoyoung, she gave an NG-free OK to every play, fanning my inferiority complex even more.
Shizuka thrashed wildly, tears, snot, and drool streaming down her face like she was about to die.
“Kkwek! Kkuek!!!”
“Feels like your brain's starving for oxygen, right? Can't breathe?”
“Kkuek!! Kkuueeek!!”
“But it feels good anyway, doesn't it?”
Even as she made sounds like a pig being slaughtered, Shizuka desperately nodded.
Kim Hoyoung really could do anything.
Even if it was part of sex, choking someone's neck was usually a crime.
In the final moment, Shizuka passed out and squirted at the same time.
“Kkuhiiiii...”
“Sigh, she passed out. Guess that's enough. Wataru, clean up.”
“Yes... thank you.”
Thanking the man who choked my wife unconscious...
I felt utterly incompetent and pathetic, but it wasn't a feeling I had to bear alone. Shizuka had thoroughly wrecked her own dignity too.
Exhausted in body and soul, we slept for a full 30 hours after Kim Hoyoung left.
As always after oversleeping, we woke up more numb than refreshed. Shizuka, scratching her frizzy, unkempt hair with sluggish movements, looked like a half-moon bear emerging from hibernation.
We sat in silence for a while before Shizuka broke the ice.
Her voice was calm and confident, just like always.
“You did great yesterday. Must've been tough for you too. Acting for the family's sake...”
“...Acting?”
“...Yeah... His Majesty wants NTR play. So we have to act to satisfy him. I pretend to like him more than my husband, you pretend to lose your wife to him. Once he gets bored, he'll leave us alone.”
She planned to brush it all off as acting.
But that aroused face was still vivid in my mind. Hard to believe it was fake. Could a human even act that convincingly?
“Your acting skills were impressive too, after the chastity belt came off.”
“Huh? M-me? D-did I?”
“Just keep it up a bit longer, and we'll reclaim our family, honey.”
“R-right, Shizuka? It's all for the family. Right?”
“...Of course. What are you talking about? I said that from the start.”
As if that night was a dream, my delusion, Shizuka had returned to her usual poised, reliable wife facade.
“You didn't think I'd really fall for His Majesty's cock and betray you, did you?”
“N-no...”
Shizuka winked with her left eye and smiled boldly. My heart fluttered like back in high school, when I'd steal glances at her glowing profile and our eyes met.
Shizuka really was cool. On another level from a loser like me.
Even in this situation, dreaming of rebuilding our family. And here I was, doubting her.
“Sorry, Shizuka.”
“Hm? For what?”
“I'm an idiot. I actually doubted you!”
“............Huh?”
“I thought you'd abandoned me and really fallen for Kim Hoyoung, fucking him for real! Sorry! My mistake!”
“................................................................................................................No way that'd happen? Why would you even think that...? I don't get it? Ha... haha... but seriously, why? Was I that different from usual?”
“Of course you were! You were so immersed in the act you didn't even notice?”
“........”
“Normal Shizuka hates crude words like 'cock' or 'pussy.' But earlier, you were saying them outright...”
“........Ah. That?”
Shizuka averted her gaze, her voice lacking its usual confidence.
“It bothers me too. But... it wasn't like that from the start. His Majesty kept ordering me to say it. Forced into dirty talk for days... I couldn't take it, so please don't bring it up, honey...”
“Ah... sorry. I lacked consideration.”
I accepted that explanation then. But a video delivered to me by mail—without Shizuka knowing—made it impossible not to doubt her.
The package contained a video labeled with the recording date. Footage from the exact day Shizuka was first summoned by Kim Hoyoung.
Shizuka, in clothes familiar to me, enters a bedroom plastered in gold to meet him.
Shizuka clearly sensed he was nuts and obeyed meekly. At this point, her discomfort with him radiated off her. Like an ordinary citizen helplessly enduring a power harasser's bullshit.
Very different from the Shizuka I'd seen yesterday.
Where was the turning point?
Shizuka was summoned almost daily for weeks. That much repeated torment would make anyone a skilled actor, even if they hated it.
Kim Hoyoung must've threatened her—something like “obey or die.” Obvious without seeing it.
What? If that's the setup, why was she summoned repeatedly after?
I could read Shizuka's expression.
Just once... forgive me, honey. If I endure today, we're free from tomorrow on.
A resolute face. So why were they still meeting?
Maybe Kim Hoyoung pretended to be magnanimous, but flipped when she refused, getting petty?
Makes sense. That trash would.
Yeah, definitely his fault.
She was worried about retaliation if she said no again. Meaning she'd already decided to refuse.
That's my wife.
Even knowing it was past footage, I was cheering her on.
If it went smoothly, we could escape Kim Hoyoung's clutches and be free.
Eh...? What did I just hear?
Pretend to enjoy it? No way.
She really felt it. For real.
Why is Shizuka lying like that?
Kim Hoyoung showed bizarre generosity as he inserted his cock that very moment.
Shizuka corrupted instantly.
I rewound the video multiple times, checking for missed details, but Kim Hoyoung only inserted—no tricks.
What is this, Shizuka? “I'll make excuses to my husband”—that's the opposite!
Weren't we supposed to team up and fool him?
This looks like they're conspiring to mock me.
Ahh... Shizuka, my Shizuka.