How My Cuckold Wife Was Made (Part 11)

W slowly walked up to me, looking at my face. I hadn't stopped sweating, and now it was streaming down my face. W didn't say anything, just kept scrutinizing me. I felt like I was suffocating; those few seconds felt like centuries. W didn't speak, but reached out and tugged at my shirt. I looked down and realized I'd buttoned it wrong. I hurriedly tried to button it, but then realized I was wearing it inside out too. I froze, staring blankly at him, completely unsure what to do. W shook his head. I quickly took it off, turned it inside out, and put it back on, but my hands were trembling and I couldn't button it. W buttoned it for me, one button at a time, and even straightened it. Finally, he glanced at me, turned, and went upstairs. After taking just two steps, he suddenly turned back and said, "Come with me." He turned to walk downstairs, but I couldn't move my legs. He turned back and pulled me, and I almost fell to the ground. He half-supported me downstairs, then let go and walked ahead. I staggered after him, and along the way, several comrades on duty saluted him.
W took me to the guesthouse, and as soon as I entered and closed the door, I knelt down. W raised his hand to stop me from saying anything, "So-and-so, you've had too much to drink. I order you to rest early and go to work as usual tomorrow." I quickly stood up and said, "Yes." He didn't even look at me and turned to leave.
After W left, I collapsed to the ground and didn't sleep all night.
The next day, I was distracted during morning exercises. The squad leader thought I was still drunk and made an exception, granting me another day off. I spent the next week in anxiety. During that time, the company held a commendation meeting, and I was awarded a second-class merit. My comrades were overjoyed and busy celebrating for me. I didn't drink a drop of alcohol, lying that I had a stomach hemorrhage and couldn't drink anymore. At this time, Brother Chen told me that he and W were going on a business trip.
Another month passed. One morning, I had just returned to my dorm after my shift when W came. Actually, I had thought about this a lot during those days, considered countless possible consequences, and prepared for the worst. Whatever the outcome, I would accept it. I had to bear the consequences of my own actions. I knew W would definitely come looking for me; the truth would eventually come out.
Now, with W's arrival, I felt less afraid and more at ease. I stood at attention as he entered, and we remained silent. I didn't know what he was thinking, but I didn't know how to start a conversation. W walked around the room, then tossed me the pair of underwear. Looking at me, he asked, "Is there anything you want to say?" "No," I answered immediately. He nodded and continued, "At four o'clock this afternoon, come to my office and wait for me." Then he turned and left.

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