The stolen family

"Shin-kun, you seem really happy lately. What's the good news?"

"Hmm, well, pretty much." When my 　　wife

Yukino asked me this, I deliberately gave an ambiguous answer, sipping my ramen to cover it up.

Yukino didn't press further, just smiled at me happily.

Yukino and I have known each other since before we were born—in other words, we're childhood friends.

As children, Yukino was quite active and always said she was a boy, so I didn't treat her as a girl, but rather as a female friend to play with.

Even after we went to different elementary school classes, our relationship didn't change; in fact, it became even closer, like brothers.

Whether it's a weekday or a weekend, we play together every day, going on adventures everywhere.

However, after entering middle school, Yukino, my "hostage," became gentler, and it was then that I realized she was different from the other girls.

No, to be more specific, it wasn't Yukino, but me and her classmates... the boys.

Yes, Yukino had become a very beautiful girl.

She must have seen me as a girl too.

Even though we were in the same class, the distance between us gradually increased, and we had fewer and fewer opportunities to talk.

One day, it dawned on me.

If things continued like this, Yukino would be taken away by someone else.

Looking back now, it's unbelievable that someone as timid as me could muster such courage.

"Yukino! Um, go out with me!"

After stammering out my confession with my eyes closed, I didn't get a response from Yukino.

When something soft suddenly touched my lips, I opened my eyes and realized Yukino's face was very close.

My first kiss felt incredibly tender and warm.

After that, the distance between Yukino and me didn't change; well, we'd argue occasionally, but the thought of "breaking up" never crossed our minds.

The bonds that grew over time deepened our relationship.

After four years of university, having successfully secured a job, I secretly worked part-time, and just as the cherry blossoms were about to fade, I bought her the most expensive ring I could afford and proposed.

Yukino cried with emotion.

—And our happiness ended there. ===

...

And my consciousness vanished there—

"...Yes, my mother cried at the wedding, saying things like, 'You two are finally together.'" "

I see, I see. Let's confirm, was the proposal recent?"

"Yes, not even a month ago."

I confided my private matters to a stranger I'd just met.

It was a situation I couldn't resist.

"So, your nightlife isn't very frequent, is it?"

"Yes, because we're childhood friends, we're a little shy. Also, we both live in our hometown, so we plan to wait until we're living alone before considering such things, and Yukino thinks so too."

"Very good."

The man paused.

"A love nurtured over a long period, a newlywed, and a beautiful wife with a touch of obsessive-compulsive disorder—she's a rare commodity for us."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Excuse me, I'm Goto, the 'customer'."

The blissful moment was abruptly blown away.

She hadn't come for three days.

Finally, I could talk to the 'real' Yukino properly…!

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Yukino stood up and walked towards the door.

Now, Yukino had become a 'commodity' in the man's eyes.

Yukino closed the door carefully as she left the room.

Her cheerful voice, welcoming the 'guest,' came softly from outside.

I couldn't leave this dining room; I could only desperately endure until the end, which I didn't know when.

Suddenly, a clattering sound came from the other side of the door; followed by Yukino's seemingly excited voice.

"Shin-kun! It's amazing! My uterus is being pounded by your big cock! It's even inside places you can never reach!"

"It feels so good! Even though it's just my breasts being rubbed, my head is going numb! It's the first time I've felt so good!"

"Being with Shin-kun is like being an idiot! Why is Shin-kun my childhood friend instead of Mr. Guest?!"

"Give me back my time! Ah, umm, if Shin-kun doesn't confess to me, ahh!"

Today's 'guest' seems to be the type who praises herself while trampling on me.

I sighed.

In stark contrast to my feelings, my penis was hard and erect.

Having been deprived of my freedom by the man, I had no choice but to obey his orders and buy a newly built house.

The house seemed unremarkable at first glance; the living room and dining room were separated by a doorway, and the walls and doors were quite thick.

The living room, however, was much more spacious and exquisitely decorated than the dining room.

Later, I learned that although all the nearby houses had occupancy numbers, they were all empty.

In other words, no matter how much I cried and argued, no one would come to my aid.

"I hypnotized you two,"

the man began, changing the subject.

"I hypnotized my wife a few times. Explaining everything would be too troublesome, so I'll just highlight the key points."

"First, being a dutiful wife and accepting all orders from 'guests' is her most important responsibility. Afterwards, she has an obligation to explain everything to her husband in great detail." "

Then, sexual intercourse is something that can only be done with 'guests,' not with her husband. Even if it's just a verbal request, intercourse with her husband is no different from sexual violence, and even touching the genitals is no different from rape… Conversely, sexual intercourse with 'guests,' regardless of its form, is always 'passionate intercourse filled with true love.'"

"Please rest assured about pregnancy; we will deliver medication every month, and your wife will take it on time without question."

The man paused.

"Hypnotizing the husband is simple. Whether it's a command or an action, he will obey as long as it comes from the 'guest.' While the wife is serving the guest, he will absolutely not step into the doorway or the living room. Furthermore, you will feel extremely intense sexual arousal from the wife's sexual acts with the 'guest'... for her infidelity." "

Neither of you will remember the 'guest's' appearance or voice, nor will you attempt to leave any record. Incidentally, there are no restrictions on telling others about these things; you can always seek help from the police."

The man said this with a radiant smile.

The service ended after about two hours.

"Yukino, thank you for your hard work."

Yukino returned to her room while fiddling with her phone.

She was probably giving her performance report for the day—to those guys who had put us through this.

"Hmm, Master, how was today's customer..."

Yukino began to describe the process, piecing together every detail she could remember.

What did the customer's anus smell like? How thick, long, and erect was his penis? How exciting and pleasurable it was to have sex with him—even though she wasn't ordered to and therefore wasn't verbally abused, seeing Yukino's usual radiant smile still made it hard for me to contain myself.

That overwhelming excitement was also difficult to suppress.

"Master, don't hold back. Just do it as usual."

Yukino didn't resist her husband masturbating in front of her, and even felt a sense of pride as a wife for arousing him through her sexual encounter with the customer.

Or perhaps, being 'transformed' into receiving it would be more accurate.

At first, I thought it was just simple humiliation, but this hypnosis, which turned my husband into a masochist, had a powerful, lewd effect.

No matter how angry I was, it would vanish after masturbation—and then that anger would transform into unbearable disappointment and despair.

Moreover, if this sexual arousal consumed me, I would willingly offer my wife to other men.

The lust induced by that hypnosis was so intense, so terrifying.

In utter despair, I began to masturbate.

"And, oh, the guests' semen is really delicious! It's sweet and has a great texture... Their urine is also very tasty. To avoid wasting it, I made them suck up all the urine that splashed on the floor!"

Every time Yukino said something, my penis would obediently react, and seeing me like this would make her even more happy as she recounted it.

Ejaculation didn't take long.

Yukino skillfully pulled out a tissue, collected the semen I ejaculated, and threw it into the trash can.

Before she finished speaking, I had ejaculated three times.

"Shin-kun, you're as gloomy as usual..."

Yukino said sadly.

She was hypnotized and couldn't understand my feelings.

"Am I really that clumsy when entertaining guests?"

I couldn't help but be surprised.

"No, no, that's not true...!"

Yukino immediately smiled.

"Okay! I'll keep trying!"

Since this twisted life began, I've lost count of how many seasons have passed.

My daily life consists of going back and forth between home and the office, listening to Yukino's service records, and then cleaning the living room, which has been filthy and messy from the guests. On my

days off, I sit blankly in the dining room waiting for Yukino to finish entertaining her guests, desperately suppressing my excitement, and then releasing my desires in vain.

The days when the 'guests' don't appear are my only moments of peace.

Then, I continue to wait, wondering if the day of liberation will ever come.

From the names the guests give when they arrive—even if they're pseudonyms—I know that there are nearly 20 people who regularly 'patronize' me.

The initial visitors didn't make any particularly excessive demands, but the "regulars" became more and more outrageous each day.

"Shin-kun, for today's 'guest,' I'd like you to write some words on my body for me."

One day, when I returned home, Yukino was already naked, handing me a ballpoint pen.

'These are the lewd nipples that appear at any time.' 'She'll have a lewd orgasm when she's filled with semen.' 'She's skilled at masturbation because her husband won't have sex with others.' 'Her best skill is rolling over and exposing her buttocks.'

While I was marveling at how she could come up with such filthy things, Yukino's body was already filled with countless lewd words.

"Shin-kun, thank you!"

Quickly memorizing the lewd words on her body, Yukino loudly recited those obscene sentences to the guest, faithfully executing them word for word.

"Next Monday, the customer wants me to arouse him without touching him. Ma-kun, can you practice with me?"

Yukino carefully studied the masturbation methods to excite men, striptease, and even the form of panting and moaning.

And for Yukino like this, I bought all the video tapes that could be used as a reference, and watched them with her while giving guidance.

"Well... it would be better if you expose your nipples again and move more slowly. It will look more lewd."

In the past two days, we practiced all night, but the result could not satisfy the customer.

Yukino was severely punished.

As time went by, the number of times I participated in "hospitality service" increased.

"Shin-kun! We've been dating for so long before we can get married, how do you feel now? How does it feel to only be able to have sex with those ugly, cheap toys?" "

My dear wife was violated in her honeypot by a man she just met, being thrust into until her juices were flowing freely. Are you happy? Did that doll feel good? I felt good too! Hey, you promised me a lifetime of happiness at our wedding, what happened? Hey, answer me, Shin-kun!"

Next to Yukino, who was constantly having sex with customers, I was thrusting my hips into the inflatable doll she had bought.

What I deeply regret was that I was more excited than usual that day.

"Wait, Masahiro, why are you so happy to masturbate while I'm being raped by a stranger?"

"Even if Masahiro is a pervert who enjoys seeing me being violated, you can suppress this kind of thing if you just endure it, right? Hey, my husband, masturbating naked in the courtyard, have you ever thought about how I feel?"

Yukino cried out as she was being raped through the window, displaying her body.

That day, the 'guest's' order was that if I could resist masturbating, I would be released without punishment; otherwise, I would have to accept a game of punishment.

"You'll be punished!"

Yukino said, kicking me hard in the groin.

I trembled with pain as I ejaculated.

"Shin-kun, no! You wouldn't want to do something so indecent to me, right? No! My pussy belongs to the guests! My breasts are for the guests to play with as they please! Let go of my hands!"

I straddled Yukino, who was lying on the bed, maintaining a distance that barely touched her body.

I couldn't stand up, nor could I fall down; I could only maintain this position.

With a slight twist of my waist, I moved my penis to a position where a slight relaxation would bring it to her.

"Please, no! Is this really the kind of person you are, Master?! You smell disgusting! Don't touch me! Guest, please save me!"

I cried out, my fingers pounding fiercely against my vulva, the soft sounds and sweet breaths washing over me.

Soon after, I was forcefully kicked away by the "guest," and I watched as Yukino poured out her heartfelt gratitude while pleasuring him…

The guest's demands grew more and more demanding each day, more and more outrageous.

For me, the way to get through each day had changed from desperately enduring to the abnormal act of exchanging something important for mundane time.

But one day, I realized that those cruel days were just the prelude to an incredibly easy future.

"At first, I was supposed to be the guest's dog. Since I didn't know what to do, all I could do was whine and bark, crawling on all fours."

"Then, because I accidentally dropped some bread from the fridge, I was ordered to pee on it."

"Next, because I was so hungry, I took a bite, but the taste was completely masked by the urine. But the guest kept praising me for being good, so I happily ate all the bread."

"Along the way, I realized that this guest was different from the others."

"How should I put it? It's a very special feeling... When I'm being ordered around by 'it,' I feel an absolute obligation to obey any command, and that feeling is incredibly strong! And even if I just slightly displease 'it,' I feel a deep sense of regret and sadness..."

The living room was a terrible sight.

Broken CDs, tattered paper balls, shredded cloth, dishes, and other miscellaneous items were scattered all over the floor.

Every single one of them was something I remember vividly.

"Then, I don't know why I thought that way. I felt it was only natural for me to try my best to entertain the 'guests.' These thoughts all arose because of the hypnosis..."

"Those 'guests' were actually complete strangers. Sexual behavior with them was abnormal, and intercourse should only be done with one's husband... Obviously, it's impossible." "

Then, I suddenly felt that the 'guest' was terrifying, but I wanted to run away. However, I don't know why I knelt down with my back to 'him,' sticking my butt out towards 'him,' and then I couldn't move..."

"No matter how much I cried or screamed, no one came to help me or save me. 'Him'... that person took out photos and videos of my relationship with Zhenjun... Ah, I had prepared those things beforehand." "

Then, that person said this..."

—Next, I'll rape you, but every time my penis touches you, you'll experience an unprecedented level of pleasure.

—But you can't orgasm, no matter how much my penis thrusts in and out. —If

you tear and smash those things filled with memories with your own hands, you'll orgasm once.

—But every time you break something, the pleasure from my penis will be greatly enhanced.

"At first, I didn't understand what that person was saying, but I quickly figured it out..."

"At first, I tried to grit my teeth and endure it. Those things were important memories of Zhenjun and me. If they were destroyed, my love for Zhenjun would be destroyed too..."

"But... I couldn't endure it. I couldn't even endure it for a minute."

"And, the first one was the one I endured the longest. After the second and third, I felt more and more comfortable. Just a little bit of a penis hitting me made me want to smash the things in front of me..."

"It really felt better and better. I just couldn't stop... The photos were torn to shreds, and the memory in the camera was also broken..."

"Back in middle school, didn't Zhenjun give me a hand-knitted scarf? It took me a lot of effort to tear that thing to shreds. But when I tore the scarf apart, I felt so good I almost lost my senses..."

"Later, I smashed all the things I cherished with my own hands, but the pleasure didn't stop... So that person... 'he' said..."

—Don't you still have your wedding ring?

"Then, 'He' gave me the tool specifically for cutting rings. It's called a ring cutter, I think, and 'He' taught me how to use it."

"I already knew. Zhenjun worked himself to the bone to buy this ring, so he even cut back on dates..."

"So I was determined not to break it, no matter what... but, I couldn't..."

"My penis, after the 12th thrust, I couldn't take it anymore."

"'He' was happily cursing me... calling me a worthless bitch... I couldn't deny it, so I kept crying..."

"Then, I just had to yell at Zhenjun, and suddenly I could orgasm... Although I couldn't yell very loudly while crying, I tried my best... I'll let Zhenjun hear the recording later."

"Finally, the guest ordered me to carefully recall everything that happened today, and to thank him with a grateful heart and a sincere tone..."

"At first, I felt disgusted, but every time I recalled something, I felt as if I had been given something wonderful..."

"Then, he kowtowed hard on the ground and said goodbye to 'him'..."

—All the memories with the True Lord have vanished, but everything today has become an even more beautiful and important memory.

—The bitch will never forget everything today, and the bitch is deeply grateful to her master.

"I'm so happy. I wasn't ordered to say these words, but I said them naturally!"

I didn't react at all, just gritted my teeth and remained silent.

"...I'm sorry..."

Yukino suddenly started to sob.

"I'm so sorry, you slutty bitch... I've ruined everything, I'm so sorry..."

You're not wrong.

I wanted to say that, but I couldn't.

Instead, my penis became unusually hard and erect.

The hypnosis I was under excited me by Yukino's miserable state; the more ruthlessly she was humiliated, the more brutally our relationship was trampled, and the more sexually aroused I became.

My lower body was already so erect that I couldn't help but masturbate if I relaxed even slightly, and I could only suppress it with the unvented rage in my chest and the last bit of male dignity.

If I didn't endure it, everything would really be in vain.

Soon, I realized that I could no longer hear her sobs.

"Shin-kun~ I told you holding back like this isn't good for your health~"

I looked up and immediately noticed that Yukino, who had just been crying, was now all smiles, as if she was about to do something very fun.

"Hehe, I'm so sorry I didn't notice. I'll take good care of myself today, Shin-kun, you don't have to do anything, just enjoy it~"

My body was paralyzed.

"Oh right! Today I'll give you a special caress!"

No!

I had to shout to stop her, but I couldn't open my mouth.

Then, my body started moving freely, arching my back as Yukino pulled down my pants.

Stop! No! Bye--

"Mmm... Ah!"

I ejaculated.

Just two or three light touches and I came.

The cloudy fluid splattered onto Yukino's face, clothes, hair, and cheeks.

"Ahaha, so energetic! Not soft at all!"

Yukino was incredibly familiar with the male body.

With the perfect timing and stimulation, and my erogenous zones being constantly caressed, I simply couldn't hold back.

"Speaking of which, this is my first time giving you oral sex, Shin-kun! Today's an anniversary!"

Saying this, Yukino opened her mouth and took my penis in.

Her countless hours of practiced oral sex techniques gave me a pleasure I'd never experienced before.

Yukino's caresses continued until dawn.

I lost count of how many times I ejaculated.

And after that day, I no longer resisted this twisted world . ＝

... "...Shin-kun, I'm 'ending' now..." Yukino murmured after reading the email. "It said I'm 'expired'...it said I'm 'useless'..." she said in a flat, emotionless voice. Spring returned, and cherry blossoms once again painted the earth. Yet, we remained entangled in that eternal nightmare. Looking up at the sky, we could still see the faint light known as the crescent moon. —We were indeed freed. —But the suggestion placed upon Yukino and me had not been lifted. The doorbell that used to remind us of visitors rarely rang anymore, at most only sounding because of a delivery. The monthly pills that were delivered at the beginning of each month had also disappeared; in other words, Yukino's body was no longer in a state of contraception. I had tried to accidentally touch Yukino's lips before, but she still recoiled in shock. Turning the corner, I saw a familiar rooftop. Those houses, vacant for who knows how many years, seemed perfectly normal, gradually filled with residents. Standing in front of my house, I held out my hand to the doorbell. —Suddenly, a small gamble popped into my head. "Excuse me… I'm Yamabe from 'Guest'…" A voice came from behind the door after a moment. "Okay, please wait a moment." My heart pounded uncontrollably. "Hello, esteemed guest, welcome…" Yukino wore an expression as if she had finally waited for her lover's return, a look of long-awaited anticipation. "I am Yamabe Makoto's wife, Yamabe Yukino." I was ushered into the living room and sat side-by-side with Yukino on the sofa. "Well then, may I speak about myself and my husband first?" "...Ah." "My husband and I are childhood friends. Although we were born two days apart, we were both born in the same hospital. We've seen each other every day since we were little, so being together is only natural... On the other hand, even if we don't see each other for a day, I feel restless." Yukino gradually opened up. There were things that made me happy, and things that made me both laugh and cry. "But after entering middle school, we grew apart. Although I didn't notice it before, after entering puberty and separating from boys, I realized that he wasn't by my side... So when my husband confessed to me, the way he stammered and bit his tongue made me feel quite at ease." "Ah, nothing has changed—nothing." Her confession ended at the time of her marriage, from high school to university. "That's how my love for him started... But, the moment I saw you, all of that was forgotten." "I realized I had fallen deeply in love with you. All the time before this moment seemed to have lost its meaning. So, for you, I would do anything—" "Yukino!" I hugged Yukino. I couldn't see her expression, but I didn't sense any fear in her either. "Yukino... I'm sorry...!" I didn't dare let go of her hands. "Yukino... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, I'm so sorry... If it weren't for, if it weren't for confessing to you..." "What's wrong? Guest, what happened to you..." Unable to respond, I just hugged her and cried. I'm sorry. If it weren't for me, Yukino wouldn't have— "—" "...Huh?" I couldn't help but look up. Then, I saw Yukino smiling at me with an expression that was both troubled and happy. She placed her hands on my cheeks and gently moved closer to me. It was a soft, nostalgic touch. 【fin】"Shin-kun, you seem really happy lately. Is something good happening?" "Hmm, well, pretty much." When my wife Yukino asked me this, I deliberately gave an ambiguous answer, sipping my ramen for dinner to cover it up. Yukino didn't press further, just smiled at me happily. Yukino and I have known each other since before we were born—in other words, we're childhood friends. As children, Yukino was quite active and always said she was a boy, so I didn't treat her as a girl, but rather as a female friend to play with. Even after we went to different elementary school classes, our relationship didn't change; in fact, it became even closer, like brothers. Whether it's a weekday or a weekend, we play together every day, going on adventures everywhere. However, after entering middle school, Yukino, the hostage, became gentler, and it was then that I realized she was different from the other girls. No, to be more specific, it wasn't Yukino, but me and her classmates... the boys. Yes, Yukino had become a very beautiful girl.

That must mean she also saw me as a girl.

Even after we moved up to the same class, the distance between us gradually increased, and we had fewer and fewer opportunities to talk.

One day, I woke up.

If things continued like that, Yukino would be taken away by someone else.

Looking back now, it's unbelievable that someone as timid as me could muster such courage.

"Yukino! Um, go out with me!"

After stammering out my confession with my eyes closed, I didn't get a response from Yukino.

Suddenly, something soft touched my lips, and when I opened my eyes, I realized that Yukino's face was very close.

The feeling of my first kiss was incredibly tender and warm.

After that, the distance between Yukino and me didn't change; well, we'd argue occasionally, but the thought of "breaking up" never crossed our minds.

The bonds that grew over time deepened our relationship.

After four years of university, I secretly worked part-time, having successfully secured a job, and just as the cherry blossoms were about to fade, I bought her the most expensive ring I could afford and proposed. Yukino was moved

to tears. —And

our happiness ended there. === ... "Excuse me, is this Mr. 'Yamabe's' residence?" Looking out the window, I only saw a neatly dressed middle-aged man standing outside the door. Was he a missionary? Just in case, I locked the door before opening it. As the door opened, a blue light flashed before my eyes. And my consciousness vanished there— "...Yes, my mother cried at the wedding, saying things like, 'You two are finally together.'" "I see, I see. Let's confirm, was the proposal recent?" "Yes, not even a month ago." I confided my private matters to this stranger I was meeting for the first time without hesitation. In a situation where my will was powerless to resist. "So, your nightlife isn't very frequent, is it?" "Yes, because we're childhood friends, we're a little shy. Also, we both live in our hometown, so we plan to consider this kind of thing after we live alone. Yukino thinks so too." "Very good." The man paused. "A love nurtured over a long period, newlyweds, and a beautiful, slightly fastidious wife—she's a rare commodity for us." Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "Excuse me, I'm Goto from 'Client'." The blissful moment was abruptly blown away. She hadn't come for the past three days. Finally, I could talk to the 'real' Yukino properly...! "Okay, please wait a moment." Yukino stood up and walked towards the door. Now, Yukino had become the 'commodity' in the man's words. Yukino carefully closed the door as she left the room. Her cheerful voice, welcoming the "guest," drifted softly from outside. I couldn't leave this dining room; I could only endure it until the end, which I didn't know when. Suddenly, a knocking sound came from the other side of the door; followed by Yukino's seemingly delighted voice. "Shin-kun! It's amazing! My uterus is being pounded by your big cock! It's even reaching places you can never reach!" "It feels so good! Even though it's just my breasts being rubbed, my head is going numb! It's the first time I've felt so good!" "Being with Shin-kun is like being an idiot! Why is Shin-kun my childhood friend instead of Mr. Customer?!" "Give me back my time! Ah, umm, if Shin-kun doesn't confess to me, ahh!" Today's 'customer' seems to be the type who praises herself while trampling on me. I sighed. In stark contrast to my feelings, my penis was hard and erect. Deprived of my freedom by a man, I could only follow his orders and buy a newly built house. The house seemed unremarkable at first glance, with the living room and dining room separated by a doorway, and the walls and doors were quite thick. The living room was more spacious and more elaborately decorated than the dining room. Later I learned that although all the nearby houses had occupant numbers, they were all empty. In other words, no matter how much you cried and argued, no one would come to help. "I hypnotized you both," the man began, changing the subject. "I hypnotized my wife a few times. Explaining everything would be too troublesome, so I'll just highlight the key points." "First, being a dutiful wife and accepting all orders from 'guests' is her most important responsibility. Afterwards, she has an obligation to explain everything to her husband in great detail." " Then, sexual intercourse is something that can only be done with 'guests,' not with her husband. Even if it's just a verbal request, intercourse with her husband is no different from sexual violence, and even touching the genitals is no different from rape… Conversely, sexual intercourse with 'guests,' regardless of its form, is always 'passionate intercourse filled with true love.'" "Please rest assured about pregnancy; we will deliver medication every month, and your wife will take it on time without question." The man paused. "Hypnotizing the husband is simple. Whether it's a command or an action, he will obey as long as it comes from the 'guest.' While the wife is serving the guest, he will absolutely not step into the doorway or the living room. Furthermore, you will feel extremely intense sexual arousal from the wife's sexual acts with the 'guest'... for her infidelity." " Neither of you will remember the 'guest's' appearance or voice, nor will you attempt to leave any record. Incidentally, there are no restrictions on telling others about these things; you can always seek help from the police." The man said this with a radiant smile. The service ended after about two hours. "Yukino, thank you for your hard work." Yukino returned to her room while fiddling with her phone. She was probably giving her performance report for the day—to those guys who had put us through this. "Hmm, Master, how was today's guest..." Yukino began to describe the process, piecing together every detail she could remember. What did the guest's anus smell like? How thick, long, and erect was his penis? How exciting and pleasurable it was to have sex with him—even though I wasn't ordered to and therefore didn't verbally abuse him, seeing Yukino's usual radiant smile still made it hard for me to contain myself. That overwhelming excitement was also difficult to suppress.

"Shin-kun, don't hold back. Just do it as usual."

Yukino didn't resist her husband masturbating in front of her at all, and even felt honored as a wife because her sexual encounter with a client aroused him.

Or perhaps, being 'transformed' would be a more accurate description. What

I initially thought was simple humiliation turned into a powerful, lewd, and manipulative effect of hypnosis.

No matter how angry I was, it would vanish after masturbation—and that anger would transform into disappointment and despair at my own inability to endure it.

Moreover, if this sexual arousal took hold of me, I would even willingly offer my wife to outsiders.

The lust brought about by that hypnosis was so intense, so terrifying.

In utter despair, I began to masturbate my penis.

"And, oh, the guests' semen is really delicious! It's sweet and has a great texture... Their urine is also very tasty. To avoid wasting it, I made them suck up all the urine that splashed on the floor!"

Every time Yukino said something, my penis would obediently react, and seeing me like this would make her even more happy as she recounted it.

Ejaculation didn't take long.

Yukino skillfully pulled out a tissue, collected the semen I ejaculated, and threw it into the trash can.

Before she finished speaking, I had ejaculated three times.

"Shin-kun, you're as gloomy as usual..."

Yukino said sadly.

She was hypnotized and couldn't understand my feelings.

"Am I really that clumsy when entertaining guests?"

I couldn't help but be surprised.

"No, no, that's not true...!"

Yukino immediately smiled.

"Okay! I'll keep trying!"

Since this twisted life began, I've lost count of how many seasons have passed.

My daily life consists of going back and forth between home and the office, listening to Yukino's service records, and then cleaning the living room, which has been filthy and messy from the guests. On my

days off, I sit blankly in the dining room waiting for Yukino to finish entertaining her guests, desperately suppressing my excitement, and then releasing my desires in vain.

The days when the 'guests' don't appear are my only moments of peace.

Then, I continue to wait, wondering if the day of liberation will ever come.

From the names the guests give when they arrive—even if they're pseudonyms—I know that there are nearly 20 people who regularly 'patronize' me.

The initial visitors didn't make any particularly excessive demands, but the "regulars" became more and more outrageous each day.

"Shin-kun, for today's 'guest,' I'd like you to write some words on my body for me."

One day, when I returned home, Yukino was already naked, handing me a ballpoint pen.

'These are the lewd nipples that appear at any time.' 'She'll have a lewd orgasm when she's filled with semen.' 'She's skilled at masturbation because her husband won't have sex with others.' 'Her best skill is rolling over and exposing her buttocks.'

While I was marveling at how she could come up with such filthy things, Yukino's body was already filled with countless lewd words.

"Shin-kun, thank you!"

Quickly memorizing the lewd words on her body, Yukino loudly recited those obscene sentences to the guest, faithfully executing them word for word.

"Next Monday, the customer wants me to arouse him without touching him. Ma-kun, can you practice with me?"

Yukino carefully studied the masturbation methods to excite men, striptease, and even the form of panting and moaning.

And for Yukino like this, I bought all the video tapes that could be used as a reference, and watched them with her while giving guidance.

"Well... it would be better if you expose your nipples again and move more slowly. It will look more lewd."

In the past two days, we practiced all night, but the result could not satisfy the customer.

Yukino was severely punished.

As time went by, the number of times I participated in "hospitality service" increased.

"Shin-kun! We've been dating for so long before we can get married, how do you feel now? How does it feel to only be able to have sex with those ugly, cheap toys?" "

My dear wife was violated in her honeypot by a man she just met, being thrust into until her juices were flowing freely. Are you happy? Did that doll feel good? I felt good too! Hey, you promised me a lifetime of happiness at our wedding, what happened? Hey, answer me, Shin-kun!"

Next to Yukino, who was constantly having sex with customers, I was thrusting my hips into the inflatable doll she had bought.

What I deeply regret was that I was more excited than usual that day.

"Wait, Masahiro, why are you so happy to masturbate while I'm being raped by a stranger?"

"Even if Masahiro is a pervert who enjoys seeing me being violated, you can suppress this kind of thing if you just endure it, right? Hey, my husband, masturbating naked in the courtyard, have you ever thought about how I feel?"

Yukino cried out as she was being raped through the window, displaying her body.

That day, the 'guest's' order was that if I could resist masturbating, I would be released without punishment; otherwise, I would have to accept a game of punishment.

"You'll be punished!"

Yukino said, kicking me hard in the groin.

I trembled with pain as I ejaculated.

"Shin-kun, no! You wouldn't want to do something so indecent to me, would you? No! My pussy belongs to the customer! My breasts are for the customer to play with as they please! Let go of my hands!"

I straddled Yukino, who was lying on the bed, maintaining a distance that barely touched her body.

I couldn't stand up or fall down; I could only maintain this position.

Slightly twisting my waist, I moved my penis to a position where a slight relaxation would bring it to her.

"Please, no! Is Shin-kun really this kind of person?! Shin-kun smells disgusting, don't touch me! Customer, please save me!"

Yukino cried out, her fingers intensely teasing her pussy, the wet sounds and sweet breath falling on me.

Not long after, I was forcefully kicked away by the "guest," and then watched as Yukino poured out her heartfelt gratitude while swaying her hips to serve him...

The guest's demands grew more and more severe each day, more and more excessive each time.

For me, the way to get through the day had changed from desperately enduring to the abnormal act of exchanging something important for mundane time.

But one day, I realized that those cruel days were just an incredibly easy prelude.

"At first, I was supposed to be the guest's dog. Since I didn't know what to do, all I could do was whine and bark, crawling on all fours."

"Then, because I accidentally dropped some bread from the fridge, I was ordered to pee on it."

"Next, because I was so hungry, I took a bite, but the taste was completely masked by the urine. But the guest kept praising me for being good, so I happily ate all the bread."

"Along the way, I realized that this guest was different from the others."

"How should I put it? It's a very special feeling... When I'm being ordered around by 'it,' I feel an absolute obligation to obey any command, and that feeling is incredibly strong! And even if I just slightly displease 'it,' I feel a deep sense of regret and sadness..."

The living room was a terrible sight.

Broken CDs, tattered paper balls, shredded cloth, dishes, and other miscellaneous items were scattered all over the floor.

Every single one of them was something I remember vividly.

"Then, I don't know why I thought that way. I felt it was only natural for me to try my best to entertain the 'guests.' These thoughts all arose because of the hypnosis..."

"Those 'guests' were actually complete strangers. Sexual behavior with them was abnormal, and intercourse should only be done with one's husband... Obviously, it's impossible." "

Then, I suddenly felt that the 'guest' was terrifying, but I wanted to run away. However, I don't know why I knelt down with my back to 'him,' sticking my butt out towards 'him,' and then I couldn't move..."

"No matter how much I cried or screamed, no one came to help me or save me. 'Him'... that person took out photos and videos of my relationship with Zhenjun... Ah, I had prepared those things beforehand." "

Then, that person said this..."

—Next, I'll rape you, but every time my penis touches you, you'll experience an unprecedented level of pleasure.

—But you can't orgasm, no matter how much my penis thrusts in and out. —If

you tear and smash those things filled with memories with your own hands, you'll orgasm once.

—But every time you break something, the pleasure from my penis will be greatly enhanced.

"At first, I didn't understand what that person was saying, but I quickly figured it out..."

"At first, I tried to grit my teeth and endure it. Those things were important memories of Zhenjun and me. If they were destroyed, my love for Zhenjun would be destroyed too..."

"But... I couldn't endure it. I couldn't even endure it for a minute."

"And, the first one was the one I endured the longest. After the second and third, I felt more and more comfortable. Just a little bit of a penis hitting me made me want to smash the things in front of me..."

"It really felt better and better. I just couldn't stop... The photos were torn to shreds, and the memory in the camera was also broken..."

"Back in middle school, didn't Zhenjun give me a hand-knitted scarf? It took me a lot of effort to tear that thing to shreds. But when I tore the scarf apart, I felt so good I almost lost my senses..."

"Later, I smashed all the things I cherished with my own hands, but the pleasure didn't stop... So that person... 'he' said..."

—Don't you still have your wedding ring?

"Then, 'He' gave me the tool specifically for cutting rings. It's called a ring cutter, I think, and 'He' taught me how to use it."

"I already knew. Zhenjun worked himself to the bone to buy this ring, so he even cut back on dates..."

"So I was determined not to break it, no matter what... but, I couldn't..."

"My penis, after the 12th thrust, I couldn't take it anymore."

"'He' was happily cursing me... calling me a worthless bitch... I couldn't deny it, so I kept crying..."

"Then, I just had to yell at Zhenjun, and suddenly I could orgasm... Although I couldn't yell very loudly while crying, I tried my best... I'll let Zhenjun hear the recording later."

"Finally, the guest ordered me to carefully recall everything that happened today, and to thank him with a grateful heart and a sincere tone..."

"At first, I felt disgusted, but every time I recalled something, I felt as if I had been given something wonderful..."

"Then, he kowtowed hard on the ground and said goodbye to 'him'..."

—All the memories with the True Lord have vanished, but everything today has become an even more beautiful and important memory.

—The bitch will never forget everything today, and the bitch is deeply grateful to her master.

"I'm so happy. I wasn't ordered to say these words, but I said them naturally!"

I didn't react at all, just gritted my teeth and remained silent.

"...I'm sorry..."

Yukino suddenly started to sob.

"I'm so sorry, you slutty bitch... I've ruined everything, I'm so sorry..."

You're not wrong.

I wanted to say that, but I couldn't.

Instead, my penis became unusually hard and erect.

The hypnosis I was under excited me by Yukino's miserable state; the more ruthlessly she was humiliated, the more brutally our relationship was trampled, and the more sexually aroused I became.

My lower body was already so erect that I couldn't help but masturbate if I relaxed even slightly, and I could only suppress it with the unvented rage in my chest and the last bit of male dignity.

If I didn't endure it, everything would really be in vain.

Soon, I realized that I could no longer hear her sobs.

"Shin-kun~ I told you holding back like this isn't good for your health~"

I looked up and immediately noticed that Yukino, who had been crying just moments before, was now all smiles, as if she was about to do something very fun.

"Hehe, I'm so sorry I didn't notice. I'll take good care of myself today, Shin-kun, you don't have to do anything, just enjoy it~"

My body was paralyzed.

"Oh right! Today I'll give you a special caress!"

No!

I had to shout to stop her, but I couldn't open my mouth.

Then, my body began to move freely, arching my back as Yukino pulled down my pants.

Stop! No! Bye--

"Um... Ah!"

I ejaculated.

I ejaculated after only two or three light touches.

The cloudy fluid splattered onto Yukino's face, clothes, hair, and cheeks.

"Haha, you're so energetic! You haven't gone soft at all!"

Yukino was already intimately familiar with the male body.

With the perfect timing and stimulation, and my erogenous zones being constantly teased, I simply couldn't hold back.

"Speaking of which, this is my first time giving you oral sex, Shin-kun! Today's an anniversary!"

Saying this, Yukino opened her mouth and took my penis in.

Her countless hours of practiced oral sex techniques gave me a pleasure I'd never experienced before.

Yukino's caresses continued until dawn.

I lost count of how many times I ejaculated.

And after that day, I no longer resisted this twisted world. ===

...

"That 'customer' who criticized me, a mere flesh-and-blood toilet with no purpose in life, was truly a kind and gentle person, so I couldn't help but thank him... um, thanking him while he patted my butt..."

Her mouth was half-open, half-closed.

She instinctively stroked her penis.

Her mind naturally wondered if the next 'customer' would be even more brutal to Yukino.

These perverse thoughts naturally surfaced in her blank mind.

Suddenly, the power came on.

"...Shin-kun, I'm 'ending' now..."

Yukino said softly after reading the email.

"It said I'm 'expired'... said I'm 'useless'..." she said

in a flat, emotionless voice.

Spring returned, and cherry blossoms once again painted the earth.

Yet, we remain trapped in that ever-lasting nightmare.

Looking up at the sky, we can still see that faint light called the crescent moon.

—We are indeed freed.

—But the suggestion placed upon Yukino and me hasn't been lifted.

The doorbell that used to ring daily to announce a visitor rarely rings anymore, at most only due to delivery.

The monthly pills that used to arrive at the beginning of each month have also stopped; in other words, Yukino's body is no longer under contraception.

I once tried to accidentally touch Yukino's lips, but she still recoiled in a flash of terror.

Turning the corner, I saw a familiar rooftop.

Those houses, vacant for who knows how many years, seemed perfectly normal as more and more people started moving in.

Standing in front of my house, I reached out to the doorbell.

—Suddenly, the thought of making a small bet popped into my head.

"Excuse me… I'm Yamabe, the 'guest'…"

After a while, a voice came from behind the door.

"Okay, please wait a moment."

My heart was pounding uncontrollably.

"Hello, esteemed guest, welcome…"

Yukino had an expression as if she had been waiting for her lover to return for a long time.

"I am Yamabe Shin's wife, Yamabe Yukino."

I was led to the living room and sat down next to Yukino on the sofa.

"Well then, please allow me to talk about my relationship with my husband first, okay?"

"...Ah."

"My husband and I are childhood friends. Although we were born two days apart, we were both born in the same hospital. We've seen each other every day since we were little, so being together is just a natural thing... On the other hand, even if we don't see each other for a day, I feel restless."

Yukino gradually opened up her heart.

There were things that made her happy, and things that made her both laugh and cry.

"But after entering middle school, we grew apart. Although I didn't notice it before, after entering puberty and separating from boys, I realized that he wasn't by my side... So when my husband confessed to me, the way he stammered and bit his tongue made me feel quite at ease."

"Ah, nothing has changed—nothing."

Her confession ended at the time of her marriage, from high school to university.

"That's how my love for him started... But, the moment I saw you, all of that was forgotten."

"I realized I had fallen deeply in love with you. All the time before this moment seemed to have lost its meaning. So, for you, I would do anything—"

"Yukino!"

I hugged Yukino.

I couldn't see her expression, but I didn't sense any fear in her either.

"Yukino... I'm sorry...!"

I didn't dare let go of her hands.

"Yukino... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, I'm so sorry... If it weren't for, if it weren't for confessing to you..."

"What's wrong? Guest, what happened to you..."

Unable to respond, I just held her and cried.

I'm sorry.

If it weren't for me, Yukino wouldn't have—

"—"

"...Huh?"

I couldn't help but look up.

Then, I saw Yukino, her expression a mixture of confusion and joy, smiling at me.

She placed her hands on my cheeks, gently moving closer.

It was a soft, nostalgic touch.

[fin]

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