New Chapter: Blowjob Mask Wife – Shizuka** **Fella Mask Fujin – Shizuka**

**New Chapter: Blowjob Mask Wife – Shizuka**

Fella Mask Fujin – Shizuka

Extracted Text (Reading Order)

Opening portrait

“Well then, I’m off. Darling.”

“Besides, you know I’m the patient type, right?”

“That alone will settle everything smoothly.”

“It’s okay. For the next 3 days, all I have to do is keep the president company a little when night comes.”

Sex sequence

Heavy PLAP PLAP PLAP SFX throughout.

“N-no… I haven’t climaxed.”

“Is that so… Then I’ll go ahead without holding back and thrust all the way up deep inside.”

“Oh! So you’ve finally cum for me, haven’t you!”

“Until you, ma’am, declare ‘My pussy has come,’ I intend to keep up this womb-pounding, pussy-torturing assault for as many hours as it takes. Now then, you’re prepared for that, I trust?”

“Since we’re having sex, I want you, ma’am, to feel good too.”

“And you’re still going to claim you haven’t climaxed yet, even after this?”

“Oh my, you’ve wet yourself again, haven’t you?”

“But you’re still not satisfied yet, are you, ma’am? After all, this is only the first time. The night is long. I’ll keep making you come, as many times as you like, just like this.”

“Today I’m recording this so your husband can check it later. Come on, show him that you’re fine, ma’am. With an expression like that, and squirting like this, are you really fine?”

Phone conversation overlaid on the sex:

“Hey, sorry, but can I go now? I want to get this over with quickly. Yes, I love you too. Well then, I’ll be coming… Darling.”

“Y-yes, of course it’s fine. I was totally okay yesterday too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening… Huh?”

Chapter: Shizuka – The Patient Type

Shizuka stood in front of the full-length mirror in the hotel suite and adjusted the thick black collar around her neck. The leash dangled between her heavy bare breasts, the metal clip cold against her skin. She had already removed her dress. Only the collar, the leash, and a pair of plain black heels remained.

Her phone was pressed between her shoulder and ear.

“Well then, I’m off. Darling,” she said in the same calm, slightly tired voice she used every time she left for one of these “business trips.” “Besides, you know I’m the patient type, right? That alone will settle everything smoothly. It’s okay. For the next 3 days, all I have to do is keep the president company a little when night comes.”

Behind her, the President’s silhouette waited in the doorway. He did not speak. He simply stepped forward, took the leash in one hand, and gave it a short, firm tug.

Shizuka’s breath caught, but her voice on the phone stayed perfectly even.

“Yes, I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you. Bye.”

She ended the call, set the phone on the nightstand with the camera already recording, and turned to face the man who held her leash.

“I’m ready,” she said softly.

He bent her over the edge of the bed without preamble.

The first thrust was deep and sudden. Shizuka’s mouth opened in a silent gasp as the thick cock forced its way into her already wet pussy in one long slide. Her heavy breasts flattened against the mattress. The leash was pulled taut, forcing her head back.

PLAP

PLAP

PLAP

The sound of his hips slamming against her ass filled the room. He fucked her with steady, powerful strokes, each one reaching the deepest part of her. Shizuka’s fingers clenched the sheets. A thin line of drool began to run from the corner of her mouth.

“N-no… I haven’t climaxed,” she managed between thrusts, voice still trying to stay composed.

The man behind her laughed quietly.

“Is that so… Then I’ll go ahead without holding back and thrust all the way up deep inside.”

He gripped her hips harder and began to pound her in earnest. The bed frame creaked. Shizuka’s calm expression finally cracked. Her eyes rolled back. A high, broken moan escaped her throat as the first real orgasm was ripped out of her. Clear fluid sprayed around the cock that continued to slam into her without mercy.

“Oh! So you’ve finally cum for me, haven’t you!”

He did not stop.

“Until you, ma’am, declare ‘My pussy has come,’ I intend to keep up this womb-pounding, pussy-torturing assault for as many hours as it takes. Now then, you’re prepared for that, I trust?”

Shizuka could only nod weakly, face pressed into the sheets, as he resumed the brutal pace.

Twenty minutes later

Shizuka was on her back now, legs forced wide, the leash wrapped once around the headboard so she could not close her thighs. The President’s associate had taken over. He fucked her in long, deep strokes that made her heavy breasts bounce heavily with every impact.

“Since we’re having sex, I want you, ma’am, to feel good too,” he said, almost politely, while driving into her.

Shizuka’s face was flushed, eyes unfocused. Another orgasm built rapidly. She tried to hold it back out of habit, but the relentless thrusting against her womb made it impossible. She came with a loud, helpless cry, squirting hard enough to wet the man’s stomach and the sheets beneath her.

He kept going.

“And you’re still going to claim you haven’t climaxed yet, even after this? Oh my, you’ve wet yourself again, haven’t you?”

Shizuka shook her head weakly, but her body betrayed her again only a few minutes later. A third orgasm tore through her, stronger than the last. Her toes curled. Her back arched. The leash jingled as she thrashed.

The man above her smiled.

“But you’re still not satisfied yet, are you, ma’am? After all, this is only the first time. The night is long. I’ll keep making you come, as many times as you like, just like this.”

He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and began the womb-pounding assault he had promised. Shizuka’s voice dissolved into continuous, broken moans. Every thrust forced another gush of fluid from her. The camera on the nightstand recorded everything—the way her face contorted, the wet sounds of her pussy, the moments she tried and failed to stay quiet.

At one point her phone rang.

She answered it with trembling fingers, still being fucked hard from behind.

“Hey, sorry, but can I go now? I want to get this over with quickly. Yes, I love you too. Well then, I’ll be coming… Darling.”

The man behind her chose that exact moment to slam in to the hilt and grind against her deepest point. Shizuka’s eyes flew open. A strangled sound escaped her throat.

“Y-yes, of course it’s fine. I was totally okay yesterday too.”

PLAP PLAP PLAP

“Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening… Huh?”

She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to keep her voice steady while the cock inside her continued its merciless rhythm. The man reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles. Shizuka came again, silently this time, her entire body shaking while she forced the words out.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Bye, darling.”

She ended the call, dropped the phone, and finally let out the long, broken moan she had been holding back.

The man pulled her leash, forcing her upper body up, and spoke directly toward the camera.

“Today I’m recording this so your husband can check it later. Come on, show him that you’re fine, ma’am. With an expression like that, and squirting like this, are you really fine?”

Shizuka looked at the lens with wet, dazed eyes as another orgasm began to crest.

“I’m… fine…” she whispered, just before her voice broke completely into a scream of pleasure.

Multiple Paths – Shizuka’s Three Days

Path A – The Patient Wife (Default Continuity)

Shizuka endures the full three days exactly as promised. She answers every call from her husband in the same calm voice while being used. On the final night the President himself takes her for hours, forcing her to declare “My pussy has come” only after she has squirted herself dry. She returns home on the fourth morning with the recording already uploaded to her husband’s private folder. She kisses him at the door and says, “I told you I’m the patient type.” The cage key stays with the President’s office.

Path B – The Recording Escalation

On the second night Shizuka is ordered to keep the video call open the entire time. Her husband is forced to watch live while she is bred for nearly four hours. Every time she tries to look away, the leash is pulled. By the end of the call he has leaked through the cage twice. Shizuka ends the stream with a soft smile and the words, “See you in two days, darling.”

Path C – Full Mask Integration

On the third day the dark mouth-mask is finally fitted. Shizuka’s patient, controlled voice disappears completely, replaced by the wet, open-mouthed sounds the rubber forces out of her. The final recording sent to her husband is forty minutes of pure masked use—no talking, only the sounds of her being thoroughly broken in. When she returns home she still wears the collar. The mask stays in her suitcase “for next time.”

Path D – Pregnancy Directive

During the final session the President informs her that she is to receive every load for the next cycle without cleaning. Shizuka accepts with the same calm nod she gave her husband on the phone. Three weeks later the Continuity office confirms the pregnancy. Shizuka’s only comment to her husband is, “I told you everything would settle smoothly.”

Path E – Husband’s Attendance

On the last night Shizuka’s husband is ordered to come to the hotel. He is seated in a chair three meters from the bed, still caged, and forced to watch while Shizuka is used until sunrise. Every time she cums she is made to look at him and repeat, “I’m fine, darling.” At dawn she is allowed to crawl to him, still full and leaking, and rest her head on his lap while the men discuss the next claim.

The three days ended the same way they began.

Shizuka stood in front of the mirror once more, collar still locked, leash neatly coiled in her hand. Her body was covered in the faint marks of continuous use. She slipped her dress back on, smoothed her hair, and checked her reflection.

The patient smile was still there.

She picked up her phone and dialed the familiar number.

“I’m on my way home, darling. Yes… everything went smoothly. I’ll see you soon.”

She ended the call, took one last look at the bed where the sheets were still soaked, and walked out of the suite with the same quiet composure she had carried into it.

Behind her, the camera light blinked red for a few more seconds, then switched off.

Another recording had been completed.

Another husband would watch it.

And Shizuka, the patient type, had already begun preparing for the next time night came.