My Wife Was Stolen by a Superior Citizen (8)
When useless thoughts keep flooding into my head, leaving me frustrated and dizzy, what should a person do? In my case, I listen to music on a walk or pound the punching machine at the arcade to blow off steam. Top it off with some grilled meat and a sauna, and all the stray thoughts vanish clean away.
But right now, I'm under house arrest. The second I step outside, I'll be riddled with bullets. No exaggeration—Shizuka said armed cops are standing by at the door. So I have to beg her for every damn thing I need (online shopping's banned too). It's a total pain in the ass. Shizuka rarely turns down a request, but relying on her for every little thing like some helpless kid? It's humiliating, shreds my pride to pieces.
On top of that, I have to email a report every hour on exactly what I'm doing. I'm always on pins and needles, can't focus on shit. Honestly, life's lost all its flavor. Especially after watching that video of Shizuka and Kim Hoyoung's first night not long ago.
I'd been holding back out of awkwardness, but I seized the chance on a rare day when she wasn't summoned by Kim Hoyoung and finally asked.
"Shizuka. You're just forcing yourself to cater to Kim Hoyoung for the family's sake, right?"
"Huh? Yeah... of course."
"For real?"
"Yeah. Why ask something so obvious? If not, why would I go through all this hassle running around on His Majesty's orders?"
Shizuka said it in a soulless voice as she applied her lipstick. Her vanity was lined with luxury cosmetics I'd never seen before, and the jewelry pile just kept growing—stuff way beyond my salary.
"Shizuka, are you actually... enjoying it?"
"…………."
"Deep down, you've already accepted your identity as Kim Hoyoung's concubine? You don't care about me or Kirino anymore?"
"……………."
"Looking back, that sex with Kim Hoyoung—you weren't acting. You really enjoyed it—"
"Here!"
Shizuka abruptly changed the subject, pulling a key from the drawer. It was the key to my chastity cage—the first time I'd seen it since she used it in front of him.
"His Majesty said I could unlock this at my discretion."
"What? S-suddenly?"
"Want me to unlock it? It's been ages since you jerked off, right?"
"No... why bring it up out of nowhere?"
More like, she phrased it as if masturbation was the obvious alternative to sex. We're together as husband and wife—no need for that. If she's unlocking it anyway...
"I'll unlock the cage."
"Why now? You always said no even when I begged. Trying to dodge the conversation?"
"Want me to jerk you off instead? Handjob."
"...Ugh."
Shizuka made a tube with her fist and pumped it up and down. A handjob from her. That... kind of thing. No, wait—
We were in the middle of something important!
"Answer me, Shizuka! Are you and Kim Hoyoung just toying with me?!"
"I've got an onahole too. How about a handjob with that?"
"An onahole handjob? Seriously? No, that's not the point! Shizuka! Cut the crap or I'll get mad! Give me a straight answer!"
"Don't get mad~ Shizuka will give you an onahole handjob. Okay? Wataru♡kun♡"
"………………………………………"
——When I came to, I was lying on the bed, hands and feet bound tight with rope.
Wataru-kun was the pet name she used back when we were dating. Back then, I was so grateful she even went out with me that I'd have stripped naked and done a sexy dance in the street if she asked. Hearing it after so long got me all fired up... and I fell right into her pace.
"Wataru-kun, you've been under so much stress lately with all the hard stuff. That's why you're getting weird suspicions... I'll give you a special service today."
"Th-that's nice and all, but why tie my hands and feet, Shizuka?"
"'Cause if you thrash around, it could be dangerous? Just focus on your dick's sensations."
"Then... why the work gloves?"
"……………Who knows?"
"You don't want to touch my dick bare-handed, do you?"
"I found an onahole in your room, Wataru-kun. Jerking off with this behind my back, huh."
She dodged the question again. Felt like she evades anything that puts her in a bad light—was I imagining it?
"Time for your handjob, Wataru-kun."
Shizuka slid the onahole onto my dick. Her mocking expression and the tight grip made it go full mast in seconds. And I came in under a minute.
"Hahaha... you came already? Felt good?"
"U-Ugh..."
"Yeah... felt good, huh."
Something was off with Shizuka. Her mouth smiled, but her eyes didn't. Like she never expected anything, already given up— that hollow vibe seeped through.
Why?
"Special deluxe service today. I'll make you cum again."
"Guh! Sh-Shizuka! I just came! Too soon for more—!"
"Feels good, though?"
"Yeah it does, but... a bit... ugh!"
"Wataru-kun, you're like a total rabbit. Reminds me of the old days?"
"Old... days?"
"Yeah. Back in high school. Remember Suzuki-kun, the guy I dated?"
"...The baseball player?"
"Yeah. He chewed you out once, right?"
I stayed silent—I hated admitting a classmate "chewed me out." Suzuki was over 190cm, the ace pitcher; everyone bowed to him.
"Suzuki-kun ordered you to buy bread."
"Not ordered, he asked..."
"But you hemmed and hawed, wouldn't go, so he got pissed: 'You acting tough 'cause a girl's here? You like Shizuka or what?' Your face back then? Just like now. Prey staring down a predator."
"...Wh-why bring that up now?"
"Squelch squelch squelch~"
"Why the weird noises and fast strokes... ugh... ugh..."
"But Wataru-kun, your dick got harder hearing that. Masochist, maybe?"
"N-no, that's not..."
"Hahaha. No need to deny. It suits you. So you, Wataru-kun. Come on, drop the stubborn act. Squelch squelch squelch~"
"Aaaah! Aaaah! C-cumming... huh?"
Her hand stopped suddenly. I was right on the edge.
"Shizuka...? Why?"
"Admit you're a masochist, or no cumming."
"...No way. Even if—"
"Quit being stubborn and admit it. You don't have the grit to hold out anyway, Wataru-kun."
Those exact words from back then too. "Go buy the bread now, or get beat to hell first? Just go already—you ain't got the balls to hold out." Hearing Suzuki, I turned bread boy in front of the girl I liked and ran my ass off. When Shizuka took the bread and said, "Thanks... oh, what's your name? Wataru-kun? Yeah, thanks Wataru-kun," I was secretly thrilled. Pathetic memory.
Yeah. I never had any grit.
"Fine, I'm a masochist—let me cum, Shizuka! Guh!"
"Yessir~ Came again. Whew... felt good?"
"Y-yeah... felt good."
"………Sometimes I'll make you feel this good, so no more dumb suspicions. Stay quiet. Don't get any weird rival vibes with His Majesty. You're not even in his league. You couldn't even talk back to Suzuki-kun."
"Why keep bringing up Suzuki, damn it! What the hell about that guy?!"
"What else? He's a major leaguer now—on TV all the time, famous."
"What? Y-you comparing me to him now? You still talk to Suzuki?!"
"Sigh... I deleted everyone's contacts except His Majesty's. Jealous much?"
"Jealous? Hey! Untie me! Untie this rope!!"
"Why? Wanna overpower me, the woman? God, you're hopeless."
For the first time ever, I wanted to hit Shizuka. Rage and humiliation boiling—couldn't even sleep like this. But the ropes were too tight; couldn't budge.
Damn it! Shizuka sighed like I was pathetic, stepped out, and came back with... a syringe.
"What's that?! Shizuka, what? A syringe? What're you gonna do? Why grab my arm?!"
"Hold still."
"No! You even know where the veins are? What's in it?!"
"Shut up, Wataru-kun."
I barely heard her last words. No surprise—I was out cold in a haze for a full week after.
Honestly, when I woke up, I couldn't even remember why I was tied up. But when Shizuka brought two pills and said, "Take these every morning and night from now on," I snapped awake.
"Wh-why do I have to take them? What are they?"
"No pills, no food."
"Tell me what they are first!"
"You refusing?"
"At least let me know what I'm swallowing!"
"...Sigh. Keep rebelling then. Do whatever. Don't contact me till you reflect."
Shizuka called someone to clear out all the food in the house, then left. Stuck under threat of execution if I went out, I lasted two days without grub before swallowing the pills in front of her.
I still don't know what those pills are. Just figuring they're not poison, I take the two she brings daily like clockwork.
But after that, Shizuka started ignoring me outright. When Kirino came home, they'd smirk at me together. Couldn't make out their whispers clearly, but snippets like "idiot," "inferior male," "dick smaller than my pinky," "premature," "of course His Majesty stole her," "skin feels like it'd give me a rash now," "been washing underwear separately lately" floated through.
But come morning, the conversations wiped clean from my head. So I kept living like normal husband and wife with Shizuka.