Continuation – Blowjob Mask Wife: The Case of Reiko Takahashi**

**Continuation – Blowjob Mask Wife: The Case of Reiko Takahashi**

Extracted Text (Reading Order)

Early training / home scenes

“And so, the training of my wife began!”

“Wow, it looks so fabulous on you! It suits you perfectly! Oh, madam!”

“Since she’ll be starting the next training session soon… should I make this a full-time job…?”

“You… you really wearing it?”

“That wife from nowhere to be found.”

“Hey, when you climax, say it properly. I’m cumming!”

“She keeps on climaxing while uttering obscene words.”

Intense sex panels

“There stood a wife I didn’t know existed.”

“The President meticulously honed my wife’s anal skills to perfection.”

“She naturally accepts the President’s thick penis.”

“Transmission of pure pleasure signals.”

“Over the weekend we went all-out with an intense development of her anal skills overnight!”

“Damn, they sure know how to use that ‘tool’ of theirs!”

“That’s right.”

“Today the missus straight-up said, ‘Please, give me some action.’”

“Absolutely don’t let it end that way, you know.”

“Putney, won’t you hold your horses… no cumming allowed.”

“She reached the pinnacle countless times.”

Later group / party scenes

“My wife strutted off to a fancy gathering hosted by the CEO… with my blessing… and at the end of the month.”

“In addition to the lovely Mrs. Yumi and you all know her very well.”

“Please, tease us to your heart’s content today.”

“I’m the second son, being my first time here, so please treat me well.”

“Let’s enjoy ourselves to our heart’s content.”

“It seems our new bow has been properly tamed, huh?”

“Today I’ll make sure to give you plenty of my juicy goodness to drink, baby!”

“What an amazing suction power this anus has! It’s as if I’m getting a blowjob from an asshole!”

“Alright, I’ll let you have your drink, as you wish!”

“Hey, No. 2, get pumped up fully of action just you wait!”

“I’ll keep pounding at full force just you wait!”

“I’ll give you a double dose of my special sauce, front and back, baby!”

“You can’t lose to the rookie, No. 1-chan!”

“Alright… quickly do buy it… so in the meantime…”

“Huh? No more condoms already?”

“Enjoy life to the fullest, baby!”

“Give us a message, y’all!”

Description of the Sex Scenes

The new pages escalate Reiko’s training sharply.

• Mask training at home: Reiko stands in front of a mirror or her husband wearing the dark mask with a tight black bodysuit or open blouse. The rubber fits perfectly; her large breasts strain against the fabric. Her husband watches with a mixture of shock and resignation while a second man (the trainer / President’s associate) praises how the mask suits her.

• Anal focus sequences: Multiple panels show Reiko on all fours or bent over, the mask still sealed, while a thick cock stretches her ass. Close-ups emphasize the way her hole accepts the penetration “naturally.” Heavy SFX and her muffled cries fill the pages. She climaxes repeatedly while being ordered to say “I’m cumming” properly through the open mouth hole.

• Overnight development: A long weekend of continuous anal training. Reiko is shown exhausted yet aroused, mask on, body shiny with sweat and fluids, being taken again and again until her ass is described as having “blowjob-level suction.”

• Group / CEO gathering: Reiko (masked) appears at a private party alongside another masked wife (long-haired, likely the earlier Hiromi character). Both women are used by multiple men. Double penetration, simultaneous oral and anal, camera recording, and dirty talk directed at the husbands watching remotely or later via video. The two masked wives are made to speak messages to the camera together.

• Husband’s viewpoint intercut: Panels of the original husband receiving updates, watching recordings, or simply living with the knowledge that his wife is being refined into a perfect mask wife under the President’s direction.

Chapter Continuation

The training began the week after Reiko sent the first video.

Her husband sat on the living-room sofa in silence as she stood in front of him wearing the mask for the first time inside their home. The dark rubber sealed tightly across the lower half of her face. A tight black bodysuit clung to her heavy breasts and hips, the crotch cut out so that nothing was hidden. She had put it on in the bedroom without being told.

“Wow,” the man the President had sent said, walking a slow circle around her. “It looks so fabulous on you. It suits you perfectly, madam.”

Reiko’s eyes above the mask were already soft. Her husband could only stare. The woman standing in their living room was no longer the neat office wife who left for work each morning. Something else had taken her place—something that breathed in short, restricted pulls through the narrow slits and kept its mouth permanently open for use.

“And so,” the trainer said cheerfully, glancing at the husband, “the training of my wife began.”

He was not speaking to Reiko. He was speaking to the man on the sofa.

The first sessions focused on obedience and endurance. Reiko was made to wear the mask for hours at a time while performing ordinary household tasks. Every time she climaxed—from fingers, from a toy, from the trainer’s cock—she was required to say the words clearly through the open hole:

“I’m cumming.”

At first her voice trembled. Within days the phrase came out automatic, almost eager. She climaxed often. The trainer made sure of it. He would edge her until her thighs shook, then allow release only when she spoke the words properly. The apartment filled with the wet, muffled sound of her orgasms and the soft squeak of rubber against skin.

Her husband was present for many of these sessions. He was never asked to leave. The Dibs Laws made his presence part of the process. A claimed wife’s original husband was expected to witness the reshaping. Some men broke. Some men watched in silence. Reiko’s husband watched.

The anal training came next.

The President had given specific instructions. Reiko’s rear hole was to be developed until it could accept a thick cock as easily as her mouth accepted one inside the mask. The trainer took the order seriously. Over a single long weekend he worked her methodically—fingers, plugs of increasing size, then his own cock, then larger. Reiko spent most of those two days on her knees or on her back, mask sealed, ass presented. By Sunday night the trainer could slide into her without resistance. Her hole gripped and sucked with a strength that made him laugh in surprise.

“What an amazing suction power this anus has,” he said, buried to the hilt. “It’s as if I’m getting a blowjob from an asshole.”

Reiko could only moan through the mask and push back against him.

The President reviewed the recordings and was pleased. He scheduled her for a private gathering at the end of the month—a quiet party hosted by a CEO who moved in the same circles. Reiko would attend as a fully claimed mask wife. Another woman already under long-term stewardship would be present as well.

Her husband received formal notice under the Continuity Acts. He signed the acknowledgment. On the night of the gathering he watched her leave the apartment in a long coat that hid the mask and the revealing outfit beneath. She paused at the door, looked back at him with the open rubber hole of the mask facing him, and spoke in the soft, wet voice the training had given her.

“I’ll send video.”

Then she was gone.

The party was held in a private wing of a luxury hotel. Reiko arrived to find another masked woman already there—longer hair, familiar curves, the same dark rubber sealed across the lower half of her face. The two wives were presented together. Men who held claims or who ranked high enough to be invited took turns using them.

Reiko was bent over a low table while the other wife sucked a cock through her own mask only centimeters away. Later the positions reversed. Later still both women were placed side by side on a wide bed, masks on, legs spread, while men moved between them without hurry. Cameras recorded everything. At one point the two masked wives were ordered to look into the lens together and give a message.

Reiko’s voice, thick with use, joined the other woman’s:

“Please… use us to your heart’s content.”

The night lasted until dawn. Reiko lost count of how many times she came, how many loads she received in her mouth, her pussy, her carefully trained ass. When she was finally allowed to rest, the mask was still on. The other wife lay beside her, equally marked, equally open.

In the morning the President’s associate returned her to the apartment. Her husband was awake. He looked at the state of her—mask still sealed, body marked with fingerprints and dried fluids, the unmistakable gait of a woman who had been used thoroughly for hours—and said nothing.

Reiko removed the mask only long enough to drink water and shower. Then she put it back on, walked to where her husband sat, and knelt. The open hole of the rubber faced him. Her eyes above it were calm.

“The training is progressing,” she said. “The President is satisfied.”

She did not ask if he was.

Under the Dibs Laws he no longer needed to be.

The woman who had once been Reiko Takahashi, reliable office wife, now existed primarily as a set of trained holes behind a black rubber mask. Her original husband remained in the apartment as a legal and administrative fact—caged when the order came, silent when the videos arrived, present when the next stage of training required an audience.

And the mask stayed on.