Married women's slave auction

The noisy venue was packed with people of all ages. Seats were
gradually event began, and the hall slowly quieted down as everyone waited for
the activity to start.

First to step onto the stage was Mr. Asada Ichiro, the village chief. Dressed casually in a polo shirt, he
appeared relaxed. Holding a microphone, he began testing it. Everyone knew
the "activity"

was about to begin, and the crowd below was eager and ready. Many had come with cash in hand
—how could they leave empty-handed? "Okay…test! Microphone test now…okay, our
activity is about to begin, please be quiet."

As Chief Ichiro spoke, the entire venue fell silent, and
every eye was fixed on him.

"Alright... then our event will begin immediately. First, let's invite our first slave wife to be auctioned,
Ms. Nishida Yurisa. The starting bid is 1 million yen, and the auction will last for three weeks, at your discretion.
Let welcome Ms. Yurisa."

Mr. Ichiro finished speaking, and the audience erupted in applause.

"Hello everyone, I'm Yurisa, living at the corner bakery in Raimoncho. Hello everyone, I
know everyone here. My husband, Mr. Nishida Daichu, is the postman here,"

Ms. Yurisa said, her face flushed. She was completely naked
, wearing only a bright red collar around her neck with a wooden number tag attached. Yurisa's
number was 1. These ornaments were

important symbols of her slave status in this auction "event.

" "Wow! Go go go!"

At the other end of the hall were the postman's colleagues participating in the auction.
Mr. Nishida himself was also present, bowing shyly in return.

"Welcome Mr. Nishida to this auction for the third time. You made quite a bit of money last time, and I heard
your whole family even went to Taiwan for a trip last year. How enviable!"

Village Chief Ichiro said with a smile, holding the microphone. After he finished speaking, the whole audience
burst into applause.

"Please support us!"

Yurisa said enthusiastically on stage.

"Alright, let's begin the bidding. The starting price is 1 million yen, with each bid starting at 50,000 yen. Now
...

let's begin!"

Mr. Ichiro, holding an auction hammer, slammed it down on a gong hanging in the air. The sound of the gong resounded throughout
the venue, instantly heating up the atmosphere.

Hands rose and fell in the crowd as Ichiro excitedly called out the auction from the stage. Yurisa bowed once each time
someone raised a bid.

"2.05 million yen once... twice... is that all?...

2.05 million yen three times!! Sold! Congratulations to Nishida Post Office Technician Yokota Technician for winning the right to use Yurisa for three
weeks "

Mr. Ichiro, the village head who was also the auctioneer, slammed the auction hammer down, ending the first
auction of a married woman and beginning the most anticipated event in the village: the auction of married woman slaves. The "goods" being auctioned in this
auction

namely the married woman slaves, were not permanently auctioned but temporarily, so they were very popular
. The married woman slaves were also happy to earn some income for their families.

Mr. Yokota happily picked up the dog leash and slowly walked towards the stage. Witnessed by Village Chief Ichiro,
he tied the leash to Mrs. Yurisa's collar. Afterward, Yurisa symbolically lay down on the ground, allowing Mr. Yokota
to lead her away from the stage.

This was a tradition of the auction: the winning bidder carried the dog leash onto the stage, symbolizing his
status as both master and owner of the slave wife. The slave wives, however, had to stand on the stage wearing only their collars, accepting the bids.

"Mr. Yokota, I entrust my wife, Yurisa, to your care,"

Mr. Nishida said, tears streaming down his face, grasping Yokota's hands. Yokota was Nishida's superior, and this
encouragement and support deeply moved Nishida, inspiring him to work even harder to repay his superior's support.

"Yurisa, when you get to Master Yokota's house, you must serve Master Yokota well..."

Nishida said, looking at Yurisa. They wouldn't see each other for another three weeks, but
there was no reason to be sad, as Nishida had already booked a Mediterranean cruise vacation next month. The money would
cover the cost, making it the Nishida family's third honeymoon.

Interestingly, Master Yokota's wife, Kanae, had also been auctioned off by Mr. Nishida. That was quite a spectacle;
Kanae's exhibitionist tendencies were already well-known, and Nishida certainly didn't miss the opportunity. For those three
weeks , Kanae could be seen exposing herself in parks and public restrooms.

Last time, Yurisa's auction price was over 1.5 million yen, and this time it soared to 2
million . From then on, Nishida would have an even higher position in the post office. The price a wife was auctioned off would become
a crucial factor in her husband's social standing and a significant reference for promotion opportunities, so wives were all willing
to step onto the stage and become auctioned commodities.

"Alright, let's prepare for the second housewife in the auction, Mana from the Mizusawa family. Please come up on stage!"

Mr. Ichiro loudly announced into the microphone.

"Hello everyone, I'm Mana from the Mizusawa family. This is my second time participating in this auction, so please
support !"

Mana said shyly on stage, the wooden tag on her collar indicating number 2.

"Oh, oh, oh~ Miss Mana, the deadline is still three weeks. Why don't you tell us your favorite
positions and methods? This can be used as a reference for the auction!"

Mr. Ichiro shouted loudly from the side.

"Ah... I'm so shy, everyone. My favorite position is the doggy style, and you can use my anus too.
Please let me swallow every last drop of your masters' semen. I've been enjoying being abused lately, so please abuse me as much as you
want !"

As soon as Miss Mana finished speaking, the men in the entire venue almost erupted in excitement, and Ichiro was somewhat
prepared ; Mana was probably about to bring the atmosphere to its peak.

"Mr. Mizusawa, you have such an enviable wife!"

Mr. Ichiro said into the microphone on stage to Mr. Mizusawa, who shyly waved.
He waved.

Mr. Mizusawa was the deputy branch manager of the town's bank. Although it was a small branch, he was still a high-ranking manager and
held a certain social standing in the village. Everyone knew of Mr. Mizusawa's wife's beauty; she was
already quite famous, and this time she was one of the highlights of the auction.

"Alright, Mizusawa, 10,000 yen, please... everyone start bidding."

As soon as Ichiro finished speaking, almost half of the men participating in the bidding raised their hands. The bidding
amount immediately exceeded 2 million yen, and in just five minutes, it had already surpassed 2.5 million yen. The high amount
surprised . Although he had already experienced Mana's body, he was still surprised by her popularity. At
the last auction, Ichiro himself had won Mana with a bid of 2.8 million yen.

Mana's husband, Mizusawa, was grinning from ear to ear, but his smile didn't last long.
The aggressive bidding attitude of the president of Narita Construction Company, whom he had offended last year, made Mizusawa's face increasingly grim.

"Okay~ 2.75 million once! 2.75 million twice... No? Are you sure there isn't? 2.75 million
three times !! Sold!! Congratulations to Mr. Narita, President of Narita Construction Company, for winning the bid!" President Narita of the construction company
lost to Ichiro last year, so how could he possibly give up this opportunity this year? His determined attitude this time amused
Village Chief .

"Okay, congratulations Mr. Narita,"

Village Chief Ichiro shouted to the men below the stage, microphone in hand, while Mr. Narita, holding a dog leash, slowly
walked onto the stage.

But Mr. Mizusawa below the stage looked utterly embarrassed.

"Okay, Mr. Narita, is there anything you'd like to say?"

Village Chief Ichiro, microphone in hand, interviewed Mr. Narita like a reporter.

"Mr. Mizusawa, my apologies. I've managed to get your wife through a bidding war. Last year, I
begged you multiple times for a loan from your bank, but you refused. Luckily, I made a fortune this year. Mr. Mizusawa, please let me
vent my anger on your wife."

President Narita smugly tied the dog leash to Ms. Mana's collar. Mana
looked at her husband in horror, while Mr. Mizusawa, of course, couldn't utter a word.

Last year's wrong decision not only failed to make the bank money but also offended President Narita.
Now his wife had been won by her. Embarrassed, Mr. Mizusawa could only clench his fists and swallow his anger. Beside him, Mr. Mizusawa's bank
boss, Branch Manager Maeda, glared angrily at his foolish subordinate. President Narita's company had not only
recovered the original debt but had also switched its main bank to a rival bank, causing Branch Manager Maeda to lose
a major client.

This bidding process was filled with awkwardness and helplessness. With Mr. Mizusawa having left early, there was none of
the emotional impact of the previous bidding event's wife. As for Mana? Narita Construction had already ordered various
torture instruments and wooden cages, preparing to give this banker's wife

three weeks of "pleasure," and the 500,000 yen fee for an extension of one week was also ready.

If the winning bidder wanted to extend the usage period further, the husband of the other bidder could not refuse, but extensions
were limited to one time, and the winning bidder for the extension application would have to pay another usage fee.

Narita, the president of Narita Construction Company, had prepared a wooden stake, a stake resembling a cross. Mana's hands
were fixed to the cross. The stake was heavy, and Mana could only drag it along slowly. Her feet were also shackled with
leg irons, the kind only criminals would use. President Narita led Mana along the street on a dog leash, while
a young foreman from the construction company stood guard nearby. More and more people gathered on the street, all watching the wife of the bank's vice president, who had just been
awarded a contract , being paraded through the streets.

Mana dragged the heavy stake, enduring the jeers of the people on both sides of the street, but her legs were already soaked with her own
bodily fluids . It was more like she was enjoying it than being ridiculed. In the construction company, there were many
wooden cangues, leg irons, and other wooden instruments of torture. Thinking of this, President Narita smiled slightly, his mind already filled with
a whole bunch of perverse ways to torture Mana.

Mana, strapped to a wooden stake, was carried to the park. President Narita looked at her with disdain as
he slowly approached, his body emanating a strong odor of sweat. Mana felt nauseous, but she was stuck on the stake,
surrounded by carpenters from a construction company, all watching with heightened arousal as the bank's
deputy branch manager's wife was reduced to a lamb to the slaughter.

Mana was removed from the stake and replaced with a wooden yoke, a yoke that forced her legs apart,
her vulva fully exposed to the men. Shyly, Mana
felt Always pampered, Mana had married a promising
bank clerk in grand style, but she had never experienced anything like this. The thrill of excitement far outweighed any sense of moral shame, especially when
President Narita's penis penetrated her; the intense pleasure made Mana scream loudly in the park.
President excitedly twisted his waist, controlling the speed of his thrusts, enjoying the feeling of conquest. Mana's mouth was also
penetrated by the carpenter's penis. With her hands bound by wooden shackles, Mana could only accept this manipulation, being
treated sex slave or sex toy. Mana was very clear about her current role: firstly, she was
the target of President Narita's revenge against her husband; secondly, she was a public sex toy for Narita Construction. From a noble wife of a bank vice president, she
had been reduced to a sex toy for a carpenter's shop. Perhaps one day she would even become a prostitute on the street? Thinking of this,
Mana's moans grew louder. Watching the men's penises thrust in and out of her genitals and mouth, the pleasure in her lower body
and the fishy smell in her mouth made the noble Mana even more enjoyable. Being played with and humiliated made Mana
uncontrollably become a lowly bitch. This night, Mana probably wouldn't be able to sleep. The moonlight in the park
was bright, and more and more people were gathering. As for Mana's husband, who had stormed off in anger, he
was secretly watching his wife from behind a big tree at the other end of the park, being gang-raped by men. He could only masturbate
secretly .

"Alright~ What an amazing bidding process... Let's continue by inviting the wives to be auctioned to the stage."

Mr. Ichiro, the village chief and auctioneer, continued to host the "event" with a microphone in hand.

"Welcome, Nanako Nakamura, the owner of Larsen Supermarket in Nishida-cho!"

Mr. Ichiro shouted loudly.

The audience's attention was once again focused on the stage. Nanako Nakamura's Larsen Supermarket was a very important business in the town.
One of the stores was inherited by the second generation, Nanako and her husband. Nanako, who
married into the family from distant Tokyo, attracted attention due to her unique status as a Tokyo city dweller. In
only five years since her marriage, she had already participated in three auctions, this being her fourth. These four
auctions had successfully helped the supermarket overcome its operational crisis.

"Let me tell you about my preferences, although you all know them..."

Village Chief Ichiro said with a smile, while the audience burst into laughter.

"Oh dear~ Village Chief, I like it from behind~ Don't you know that best?"

Nanako replied shyly.

"Last time at my house, you clearly wanted everyone to take turns... how did it become from behind?"

Village Chief Ichiro replied awkwardly, while the audience roared with laughter.

"I hope the auction for my owner will provide me with the opportunity to be gang-raped. That's what I like most. Otherwise, what do you think
my husband is going to do with a supermarket?"

Nanako said, and the audience burst into laughter again, everyone laughing so hard they were doubled over. The supermarket owner,
Mr. Nakamura, covered his face in embarrassment.

"Alright, now let's start the bidding for number 3, ownership of Nakamura Nanako. Starting bid: 1.8 million yen. Please
place your bids!"

After Mr. Ichiro finished speaking, dozens of buyers in the audience raised their hands. In the end, Fujiyoshi Junichiro, the president of Fujiyoshi Manufacturing,
won the bid with 2.2 million yen. Nanako on the stage looked very excited because Fujiyoshi Manufacturing had
nearly 50 employees, which made Nanako very happy.

"Congratulations to President Fujiyoshi for winning the bid..."

Village Chief Ichiro announced loudly from the stage. "This is a reward I prepared for my employees. 50 employees,
everyone gets a share."

As soon as President Fujiyoshi finished speaking, the group of employees behind him burst into laughter. What a great deal! Everyone knew about the beauty of
the Larsen Supermarket boss's wife, and now they had the chance to experience it firsthand. 50
employees! This drove Nanako crazy. She was already sitting down on the stage with her legs weak, and her right hand couldn't help but
start masturbating. The men below the stage were all dumbfounded, regretting that they hadn't bid earlier.
This nymphomaniac must be incredibly exciting to play with.

As if she had received an early New Year's gift, Nanako happily waved to her husband below the stage, then looked at President Fujiyoshi, who was crawling on the ground while
holding a dog leash. The president wasn't leading Nanako to his private
car, but to the company car used by the employees. It seemed that a chaotic battle was about to take place in the car.

"Ahhhhhh~~ So good, hurry, next one, hurry up and finish!"

Nanako slumped in the chair, watching as the next person was the vice president. He walked forward, his penis in hand.
Nanako took a deep breath and watched as the vice president's penis entered her vagina, stretching it
open and filling it completely. Her anus slowly oozed the previous man's fluids. Nanako didn't
know who these people were, and if she got pregnant, she wouldn't know whose child it was.

As the company's employee bus moved forward, it slowly drove towards the company.
The employees on the bus were all in high spirits.

Finally, they arrived at the company. Nanako was led to the rest area by the employees. There was a dog in the rest area, and
Nanako was locked next to the doghouse to live with the dog. This was also

the place where the employees could "use" Nanako. For the first time, so many people gathered in the rest area, all with their penises in hand
, ready to have some fun.

The auction was in full swing, and the wives up for auction were getting younger and younger, making
the men in the audience increasingly expectant.

Next up was Yuki, the wife of Village Chief Ichiro. This was Ichiro's third wife, and
it's undeniable that each of his wives was more beautiful than the last, making many villagers envious. Plus, the "surplus" from
the auctions had

not only been used to build many facilities in the village but had also enriched the village chief himself.

Yuki was very young, only 25 years old. After graduating from university, she came to work in the village office and
later married the village chief, becoming his wife. Ichiro probably felt he should "give back to the villagers

," as this was the second time he had brought his wife to the auction stage. The men in the audience swallowed hard,
preparing to bid—this village chief's wife was no ordinary woman.

"Starting bid 2.5 million!"

Village Chief Ichiro slowly announced the amount. The men in the audience exchanged glances; this was
the highest starting bid since the auction began, yet it was still incredibly attractive.

"2.8 million... 2.9 million... 3 million... 3.05 million..."

Bidding cries rose and fell, accompanied by various gestures and shouts, making everyone feel like they were at a fish market.
Ichiro looked at his wife, Yuki, with pride, confident that he had achieved the highest bid in history.

"3.4 million once... 3.4 million twice... 3.4 million three times...

Congratulations to Miki Yoichi, President of Miki Steel Factory, for winning the bid!"

Village Chief Ichiro vigorously slammed the auction hammer on the stage, successfully bidding his wife, Yuki, for the highest opening
bid in history.

"Yuki, you're in for a treat! President Miki has many stainless steel cages and torture instruments, your favorites
,"

Ichiro shouted to his wife Yuki on the stage, and Yuki smiled shyly.

President Miki and Ichiro were longtime friends. Ichiro, who had visited Miki's house many times,
had always been interested in the iron cages sold by President Miki and had even ordered one before. However, his ex-wife didn't like it, so he never used it again
. Unexpectedly, his new wife, Yuki, liked it very much and was familiar with Miki's products. Now he could have some
fun three weeks.

Yuki looked at her feet being locked in heavy shackles. These were heavy shackles only used on serious criminals.
Most people had never even seen them, let alone had them locked on their feet. But for President Miki, this was commonplace
. The heavy shackles were strung with heavy iron chains, and hand shackles were also locked on Yuki's hands. A
stainless steel collar was also locked around Yuki's neck. Although the metal was cold, it was more
restrictive and more ruthless than rope. Yuki loved this feeling. As soon as she was locked up, a new
idea came to her mind.

"President Miki..."

Yuki, wearing handcuffs and shackles, called out to Mr. Miki with deep emotion, "What's wrong, Yuki?"

President Miki answered the question affectionately, as if he were caring for his wife. "I want...

I want...to become President Miki's slave, to be locked up like this forever...it doesn't matter how long I'm locked up,
I like this feeling..."

Yuki answered shyly.

"You already are! You're already my slave..."

President Miki said gently to Yuki.

"No...I mean...I mean forever...a lifetime,"

Yuki said, blushing.

"This..."

President Miki looked at Yuki in surprise, listening to every word she uttered.

Because President Miki knew very well what Yuki was talking about, it was the "right to buy out a wife slave," which
had to be initiated by the slave wife. The husband, who held the real sovereignty, the village chief Ichiro, of course had the right to refuse
, but given President Miki's wealth, it would be difficult not to tempt Village Chief Ichiro's heart.

"One hundred million!!!"

Ichiro shouted out the amount in surprise, holding the phone, and everyone around was shocked by Ichiro's excitement.

"Okay! I understand. After receiving the 50 million yen deposit today, the divorce agreement will be delivered to President Miki's house immediately.
Yuki is yours. The remaining 5,000 yen must be received before the divorce registration is confirmed. Is that alright?"

Ichiro said into the phone after calming down a bit. After speaking, Ichiro nodded and hung up the phone. He lit a cigarette by
the window and stared at the scenery outside for a long time without moving. From this moment on, he would lose
Yuki, his wife, forever.

"Yuki...you're mine now..."

President Miki said to Yuki.

"Husband...I'm yours now..."

Yuki knelt on the ground and said to President Miki.

"Come on, I'll give you a gift. You'll love it...come and see your gift."

Miki pulled Yuki, locked her in her shackles, and led her away as he spoke.

"What is it? I'm so excited..."

Yuki could only walk slowly, as her feet were shackled like a serious offender's, making it difficult to move quickly.
But Yuki liked this confinement; this restraint actually made her feel safe.

"It's this..."

Miki pointed to the stainless steel cage in the room. "Wow, is this for me?"

Yuki looked excitedly at the small iron cage, brand new and shiny, exuding
a cold touch. Yuki's lower body was already wet; her body, which would get wet just from seeing a cage, excited her immensely.

"You will be imprisoned here. Do you like it? You are my prisoner for life, and there is no possibility of parole,"

President Miki said gently to Yuki. "Yes, I like it very much. Thank you, husband."

Yuki dragged her shackled feet towards the cage, and Miki kindly closed the iron door.

"Click!!"

The small door of the iron cage was locked, and the key was put into President Miki's pocket.

From this moment on, Yuki was no longer a wife; she was merely a female dog in the Miki family. What was so surprising about a female dog being locked in
an iron cage ? Looking at the world outside the cage, Yuki didn't miss the feeling of being human at all
. Being imprisoned in the cage was a kind of happiness for her.

Speaking of Yuki as a wife, she probably started liking to lock herself in her room from middle school onwards,
tying her hands and feet with her father's tie, enjoying the feeling of being tightly bound. But she was too young to understand
what it meant until high school, when she learned about it online and discovered
more positions.

Eventually, she settled on the metal restraints—a form of imprisonment and confinement—that she enjoyed
. This preference was innate, requiring little discovery or training.

This is the village's traditional auction, a custom dating back to the Edo period.
Most adhere to this tradition, and the success of the auction has brought wealth to the small village.
Gradually, most villagers are no longer short of money and regard this

event as a "festival. "

The men in the audience began to stir, because the grand finale of the auction was about to begin: two married women would be auctioned off
at once . What was particularly noteworthy was that these two women were sisters, both
married and appearing at auction for the first time. The winner would have both sisters serving them at once—
a dream for many men.

"Starting bid…5 million yen, three-week deadline…the auction now begins…"

Ichiro shouted into the microphone, and almost everyone in the audience raised their hands to bid, descending into
a frenzy.

Arisa and Makoto, these two sisters, were already prominent figures in the village. Besides their natural beauty,
they were also highly educated, being the first sisters in the village to study abroad and return. Now married, they each had
two daughters, all stunning beauties.

The bidding below the stage was non-stop, the high threshold of 5 million yen long gone, soaring to
30 million yen. No wonder there was such enthusiasm this time; after all, winning the bid would grant them
the rights and fulfill their life goal of having a sisterly bond.

"31.5 million once... Any more?...31.5 million twice...

Really not all?"

Ichiro shouted energetically on stage. It seemed the sisters might fall into her hands this time. "31.5 million
three times ...

Congratulations on the sale! Congratulations to Mrs. Asano for winning the bid for Arisa and Makoto, these two sisters! Congratulations!"

Ichiro shouted from the stage, looking at Mrs. Asano.

Mrs. Asano was already a well-known noblewoman in the village. Her ancestors were once the lords of this place.
For four generations, almost all the land here belonged to the Asano family, and they were still the largest landowners in the village. Ichiro
knew perfectly well that with Mrs. Asano's wealth, she could easily... All the slave women at today's auction were easily acquired,
but Lady Asano valued their quality. She was particularly
attracted to the sisters' high levels of education; she enjoyed having highly educated people perform such lowly
tasks.

After paying in cash, Arisa and Makoto were taken to one end of the village's
shopping street. This was an art gallery, the only one in the village, whose collection of masterpieces far
surpassed any gallery in the imperial capital, making it nationally renowned. Those with even a slight interest in and knowledge of art...
Almost everyone knew of this gallery's existence, far surpassing any art center in the capital.

Several craftsmen were busy at work. The two sisters were "installed"

at the entrance of the gallery's interior foyer, their hands suspended and secured high, gripping highly heat-insulated
lamp bases. Powerful vibrators were installed in their lower bodies, and their entire bodies were wrapped like mummies, except for their
noses and chests.

This was the "human-shaped art lamp base" that Mrs. Asano had always wanted installed

, right at the entrance of her gallery's foyer. The position wasn't high, allowing visitors to freely
touch any part of these human-shaped lamps, but touching the bulbs was not recommended as it could cause burns.

Arisa and the Makoto sisters, their eyes covered, were allowed to touch any part of their bodies at will.
They didn't know who was touching them and could only let them play with them. After an hour, their legs were already weak,
and they could only rely on the leather straps on the wooden frame to keep from collapsing. These highly educated, married sisters were now just
two lamps in the gallery... This was something they had never imagined.

Tonight, right after winning the bid, the 200 million yen in cash was delivered to Arisa and her husband's home.
The village's household registration office was even notified to work overtime and completed the divorce and buyout procedures overnight.
From this day forward, Arisa and Mami will forever be the "lamp holders" of the gallery

.

"Looks like we still need a crystal chandelier..."

Mrs. Asano stood in the foyer, looking forlornly at the spot above, muttering to herself.

Mrs. Asano nodded in satisfaction as she looked around her gallery. As she walked inside
, there was a standing lamp on the right side of the gallery. This lamp was also a "human-shaped lamp." Her real name was Shirley. She
had returned from Cambridge University in England and worked as a teacher. Later, she appeared at the auction and naturally became Mrs. Asano
's target. Mrs. Asano, who was on good terms with the village chief Ichiro, always got first-hand information, then locked onto her
target made a bid. Of course, this friendship came at a price. Ichiro always got a cut
. Mrs. Asano was well aware of Ichiro's greed, and since she had plenty of money, she naturally catered to his tastes and got what she wanted.

"Oh my, Mrs. Asano is truly generous. You certainly shone brightly at the auction today!"

Ichiro held a sake bottle and poured sake for Mrs. Asano. Mrs. Asano, of course, graciously accepted the small
sake cup Ichiro poured for her. The two sat in this traditional Japanese private restaurant. Tonight, the restaurant was reserved for only
these two guests; other guests were not allowed to enter. The restaurant owner, Mr. Oki, was already used to it. After the auction , the village chief would always book the restaurant to dine with Mrs. Asano. But what was strange tonight was that it was Mrs. Asano
who booked the restaurant , not Mr. Ichiro, the village chief. "Madam... you actually booked the restaurant before me today. I wonder what brings you here? Please speak freely." Ichiro's straightforward personality always pleased Mrs. Asano. "Hmm, the village chief is indeed straightforward. The next auction is in two weeks, right..." Mrs. Asano asked. "Yes! That's right, this is the second round of auctions. To maintain the high standards , isn't this the conclusion you and I reached when we expanded the auctions?" The village chief said after downing a small cup of hot sake in one gulp. "I want to participate in the next auction..." Mrs. Asano picked up the sake bottle and poured sake for Ichiro as she spoke. "What's the problem with that? Don't you participate every time? Just for this?" Ichiro smiled as he accepted Mrs. Asano's pour. "As... a slave wife for auction." Mrs. Asano picked up her sake cup and took a sip as she spoke. "What!?" Ichiro's surprised expression made Mrs. Asano burst into laughter, as if she had seen a ghost. "You heard me right, as a slave wife for auction." Mrs. Asano said as she lit a cigarette and puffed on it, white smoke billowing from her mouth. "But... the auction item needs to be a married woman... this..." Ichiro said hesitantly, after all, Mrs. Asano was single. "That's why I came to you tonight. Help me get this rule sorted out, you want... you want me, right?" Mrs. Asano said to Village Chief Ichiro. "This... Madam..." Ichiro lowered his head shyly and drank his wine. "It's settled, I'll cover the bidding fee for you," Mrs. Asano said seriously. "Madam, you..." Ichiro said happily. "How about it? The deal is done? It's a deal," Mrs. Asano said. "Okay... I understand! I'll handle it," Ichiro said happily. Actually, the villagers were unfamiliar with Mrs. Asano. No one knew whether she was married or not, only the Asano family knew. Ichiro knew this, but fifteen years ago Mrs. Asano did have a husband, but he had died. This past was not well known to the villagers, which was why Ichiro dared to agree. Village Chief Ichiro, who desperately wanted to acquire Mrs. Asano, diligently prepared for the auction two weeks later, constantly discussing potential scenarios with Mrs. Asano. Finally, the day arrived. Mrs. Asano was seventh and last in line. Ichiro requested a reserve fund of 100 million yen, which Mrs. Asano readily agreed to, and the 100 million yen was quickly deposited into Ichiro's account the day before. "Ladies and gentlemen, today's last wife slave to be auctioned… please come to the stage… she is Asano Yukimai, also known as Mrs. Asano… starting bid 50 million yen," the host, Kazuo, the deputy village chief, announced from the stage. "70 million...75 million...90 million! Okay, now we've reached 90 million ... 95 million...100 million...Any more? Any more? 100 million once...100 million twice...100 million three times... Sold! Congratulations to our village chief Ichiro for winning the bid!" The deputy village chief shouted on the stage, looking at Ichiro in astonishment, because he didn't know that village chief Ichiro was so wealthy, having 100 million in cash. It was truly astonishing. Madam Asano put on the collar; now her identity was merely Ichiro's wife and slave. Ichiro walked onto the stage, holding the dog leash, fastened it to the collar, and grabbed Madam Asano's neck. She could only crawl off the stage . Ichiro looked on smugly at the envious expressions of the crowd, while tightly holding onto the dog leash.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the noble Lady Asano became a three-week slave,
at Ichiro's mercy, with no right to refuse his demands.

After stepping down from the stage, Lady Asano signed a consent form, officially beginning her life as a slave. Following
Ichiro, she returned to his residence. Ichiro had ordered two sets of handcuffs and shackles from President Miki, which
were now fastened to Lady Asano. The only key was in Ichiro's possession.

"I finally have you... Yuki..."

Ichiro said triumphantly to Lady Asano. "Look, the consent form you signed..."

Ichiro threw a copy of the consent form in front of Asano.

"This... Ichiro... this isn't what we said... you lied to me..."

Lady Asano said angrily, looking at the consent form, which stated, "Slave Buyout/
Sellout Consent Form, Consent Price: 100 Million Yen."

"You signed this yourself... Didn't you read it carefully when you signed it?"

Ichiro said to Mrs. Asano. "You... you're despicable... you took everything from me..."

Mrs. Asano's legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the tatami mat, looking at the handcuffs and shackles on her hands and feet. Asano,
who had only wanted to experience it, had now become a real wife slave, and had lost all her power.
The land, the gallery, and the humanoid lamps had all gone to Ichiro's name. The village's household registration and land administration offices
worked overtime to complete the adoption procedures.

"Isn't this what you wanted?"

Ichiro said to Mrs. Asano. "You... you're right, but..."

Before Mrs. Asano could finish speaking, Ichiro's penis was already inside her. She resignedly opened her mouth
and sucked on the penis.

"Pension... it smells so bad... I actually have it in my mouth... is this what I'm like as a wife slave?"

Mrs. Asano thought as she sucked on the penis and gave the village chief oral sex, tears streaming down her face
, because she knew that everything was irreversible.

"Not bad, not bad,"

Ichiro said, standing at the entrance of the gallery in his newly tailored suit. Beside him stood
Mr. Higashimura, the Asano family's butler, now Ichiro's personal butler.

"This crystal chandelier was made according to the master's instructions. Is the master satisfied?"

Higashimura asked, looking at the crystal chandelier above him.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad~ All the crystals are Swarovski? Plus this... Madam, it's perfect,"

Ichiro said, looking at the crystal chandelier. On the chandelier was Madam Asano with her legs spread wide,
her vulva wide open, her labia adorned with stainless steel rings and pulled apart by gold chains. Her nose was also pierced
with a nose ring and strung with crystal chains, and her nipples were also adorned with nipple rings and strung with crystal chains. The entire "human-shaped crystal
chandelier"

was made of ten thousand crystals, and the former owner, Madam Asano, had become part of this gallery
.

"Higashimura, the next auction of housewives and slaves is tomorrow...?"

Ichiro asked Higashimura. "Yes, sir..." Higashimura's butler replied. "Make a call to the new village chief and send over

all the information on the housewives and slaves to be auctioned ..." Ichiro said, smoking Yukika. "Yes, I'll contact him immediately," Higashimura's butler replied. "I'm really looking forward to it... the housewives and slaves auction," Ichiro said smugly, looking at Asano Yukimai, who had become a crystal chandelier.

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