Chapter 185 – Wife Taken by Higher Citizen (1)
All people are equal.
There was definitely a time when Japanese children were educated that way.
This is an era that is remembered as a dark history.
Of course, humans are not equal.
Classes are divided by a strict hierarchical order with the god Kim Ho-yeong as the apex.
All human beings must obey Kim Ho-yeong. That’s common sense.
However, since there is only one Kim Ho-yeong and most of them live in Korea, there is a need for a separate ruling class to control the general people, the ruled class.
Those who are favored by Kim Ho-young,
They are called upper class people in Japan.
Upper-class citizens are modern-day aristocrats.
In Japan in the past, it was not a crime for samurai to cut down peasants at will.
Today’s upper-class people dominate the people with more power than that.
Upper-class citizens are free from the control of the law and are not stopped by the police when they commit murder or rape.
In the first place, the prime minister, Fujiwara no Himeko, who is the top of the police, is a representative upper class citizen.
People who entered the inner circle were cheap with each other, so there was no way for the general public to do anything.
Fortunately, the upper classes were few in number, and there was little real risk of encountering them.
Most people were enjoying a life that was not much different from before the existence of the upper class citizenship system.
Yeah, except for a few extremely unlucky—
—Here, like Mr. Wagatsuma’s family.
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A row house built in Tokyo.
Compared to the houses around it, there was nothing special about it, but to Mr. Wataru Wagatsuma, it was a special place that made you feel full just by looking at it.
It is a sanctuary where you can spend the rest of your life with your family, prepared with a 40-year long-term mortgage loan.
Mr. Wataru was bullied a lot because of his immature personality during his school days, but now that he has grown up to be a decent company employee, bought a house, and has a wife and daughter he loves, there is nothing to be envious of.
He was particularly proud of his wife.
Wataru-san, whose height, looks, education, property, and income are all average, or, to be honest, below average, is a very widowed wife… Wagatsuma Shizuka.
She was a classmate who went to the same high school as Mr. Wataru.
Hearing that story, people often ask, “Ah, then, did you get married after dating each other since school days?”
But not at all.
Shizuka in her school days was an alpha female who stood at the top of the school caste that Wataru couldn’t even approach, and Wataru was just an inferior girl.
Shizuka was the captain of the cheerleading club, she was the president of the whole school, and her face was pretty. From then on, she was the object of Wataru’s unrequited love, but she didn’t dare to talk to her, so she graduated.
The two became close one day shortly after Wataru got a job.
Shizuka, whom she accidentally bumped into on the street, talked to Wataru first, and to her delight, the atmosphere was set to have a cup of tea, with which she naturally became close.
Wataru was so moved that Shizuka, who was the school idol, remembered her, and she was at a loss.
Shizuka, too, probably thought Wataru looked cute like that.
The two soon fell in love and even married.
Wataru still doesn’t know why a beautiful woman like Shizuka married him.
I was just grateful and moved to see Shizuka lying next to my bed every day when I opened my eyes.
Still, sometimes, I get anxious too.
During her high school years, Shizuka was the lover of the captain of the baseball club.
He is a handsome man with a height of over 190 cm. Despite his teenage years, he was both a model and a baseball player.
Shizuka, who had been dating such a person, would be lying if she said that her insecurities about whether or not she would ever be satisfied with me did not come over me from time to time.
“Shizuka… “
“Huh? Why?”
“Why did you marry me?”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden? Don’t you want to marry me?”
“No way! Meeting you is the best luck of my life! But… Conversely, I wonder what kind of things Shizuka liked about me.”
“No way. What else do I… You are a person with many strengths, so don’t self-torture.”
“What are my strengths?”
“He’s perfectly kind, kind, always considerate of me, doesn’t have an angry personality, isn’t violent, and he’s okay in many ways, isn’t he?”
Be fine
As a man, I thought it was a subtle compliment, but it’s clear that Shizuka likes me anyway.
Could that be it?
From now on, this undeserved beauty will stay by my side as her wife.
Even though there is nothing good about it, Shizuka has a wife of her own.
That alone made Wataru proud.
Even at the actual reunion, Wataru became the object of envy rather than friends who succeeded in business.
“Hey, how did that Shizuka and Wataru get married?”
“Really… Did you hypnotize me?”
“I’m jealous, really. Ha fuck my wife had a baby and she weighed more than me.”
“If Shizuka is waiting for you after work every day, wow, how much fun it would be to work.”
To be honest, I don’t think there’s a single male classmate in school who hasn’t had a delusion of dating Shizuka.
But in reality, the person Shizuka and her bonded with at the end is me, Wataru Wagatsuma.
Ah. This sense of victory!
Wataru suddenly became the number one “Person I want to be if I were reborn” Among his friends.
There were guys who sometimes crossed the line because of their envy.
“Hey, but what kind of expression does Shizuka have when having sex? Do you think that arrogant woman gasps while saying that her cock feels good? She is a bitch?”
“Hey, this bastard is drunk.”
“Go home, you bastard. It’s a sex drip with her other person’s wife.”
—That’s Shizuka’s face when they’re having sex.
Okay.
You must be curious
What does Shizuka, everyone’s Madonna, look like at night?
But the only person who can see it is me, her husband.
Hagisa Well, Shizuka doesn’t really like sex, so there’s not much difference between her at night and during the day.
Rather, Wataru was shaking her waist and panting.
Shizuka lay expressionless and waited for her husband to be satisfied.
“Heo-eok! Huh! Cheap! Shizuka!”
“… .”
“Haha… Mandible… “
Shizuka’s body was too stimulating for Wataru.
In particular, the sense of immorality that he cherished the object of his longing during his school days made him prematurely ejaculate.
Mating was over in less than a minute, and Wataru was satisfied with himself, snoring and sleeping pattern became standardized.
However, suddenly remembering his friend’s rude remark, Wataru took a look at his wife’s expression at the moment he had cummed on him.
“… …”
A face that doesn’t look like anything.
She looked up at her husband’s face and said with her usual expression, as if washing dishes or laundry, “Are you done? When it’s over, let’s go to sleep.”
… I shake my waist, groan, scream, and do all sorts of things.
My wife is very carefree.
But what, isn’t that a sin?
It’s not that her wife refuses to have sex, it’s just that this is the style her wife enjoys having sex with.
Anyway, I saw Shizuka’s sex face.
This is Shizuka’s true face, known only to me in this world.
Feeling superior, Wataru lay down on the Matrix and fell asleep.
It wasn’t until much later that Shizuka fell asleep soundly.
At least outwardly, they were an ordinary couple, except that the husband seemed more affectionate.
—That was until the whole family went on a trip to a hot spring that day.
“The hot spring I’m going to now is a high-class hot spring reserved for entertaining high-ranking guests, but the appointment was cancelled, so I lost the VIP ticket. Let’s have some fun somewhere. It’s about feeling like a high-ranking citizen.”
“Oh my, honey. If you carelessly talk about upper class citizens, you will be in big trouble.”
“Hey, how are you? No one is listening.”
In the car on the way to the hot spring, Mr. Wataru showed his wife his form.
In fact, higher-ranking citizens are a noble class that should not even be mentioned carelessly.
The story that he was sentenced to life imprisonment for jokingly talking about his dissatisfaction with the upper class people at a drinking party is a regular news article.
Of course, I wouldn’t sue the family anyway.
Moreover, the lower-class citizens do not sincerely respect the higher-class citizens.
Dissatisfaction is inevitably suppressed by power, but when people you can trust are gathered together, they secretly talk behind their backs, saying that the treatment of superior citizens is absurd.
“We lower-class citizens have to give 80% of their income to higher-class citizens. Thanks to that, it became difficult to enjoy a hot spring trip without accidentally getting a ticket like this. Really my… I miss old Japan.”
“Honey. Be careful what you say. Kirino will listen.”
In the back seat, their daughter, Kirino, was dozing off.
“What will Kirino do if she gets caught cursing a high-ranking citizen somewhere?”
“Um… That’s it too. Sorry. I will restrain myself.”
However, Wataru’s promise is soon broken.
When I arrived at the hot spring I was looking forward to, I found that soldiers had barricaded and blocked the entrance.
Wataru opened his car window and asked the soldier on guard.
“Is there a problem?”
“Who are you?”
“I am a guest who came to use the hot springs.”
“Go back today. VIPs came to visit the hot springs and are restricting entry.”
“When you say vip, do you mean upper-class citizens?”
“Security for VIPs is thoroughly maintained. Stop going back Regular guests are not allowed in.”
The soldier waved his hand at Wataru as if he were driving out a merchant, and Shizuka and Kirino sighed in disappointment.
“Honey… Didn’t it work?”
“What is it, Dad? Totally incompetent. It’s annoying. Can’t even go to the hot springs, my family?”
After driving for 5 hours, I thought I could barely get into the hot springs, but it was too unfair to go back like this.
The resentment of the family was also one of the factors that stimulated Wataru’s pride.
Suddenly, Wataru, who found the signature of a high-ranking citizen written on the ticket, showed his wit.
He went back to the soldier and showed him his ticket.
“Ah. I’m a high-class citizen, so I can’t do it either?”
“Yes? Are you a high-ranking citizen?”
The soldier’s attitude changed differently from before, as if the word “Senior citizen” Could be some kind of magic.
He took a saluting posture that he hadn’t been told to, checked the signature on the ticket, and then bent his back 90 degrees.
“Excuse me! Senior Citizens can of course enter. Come in!”
Wataru had a rare experience of soldiers splitting left and right like the miracle of Moses and went into a hot spring with his family.
“Honey. Can we enter our hot springs now?”
“Did you see Daddy again?”
As his family stood up, mulberries filled Wataru’s shoulders as well.
“What have you got? Did you think I didn’t have that much power? Let’s heal your fatigue in a hot spring today!!”
The feeling that had been greatly improved at the thought that he had shown a trustworthy aspect as the head of the household was thwarted by the soldiers who stormed in less than 30 minutes later.
All of a sudden, the VIP who entered the hot spring that day was Kim Ho-young, and the soldier in charge of security showed Wataru’s picture and asked if he knew this person, and it was revealed that Wataru was not a high-ranking citizen.
The Wagatsuma family, an ordinary commoner family who just wanted to enjoy the hot springs, were brought to Kim Ho-young and knelt down as a group.
