The Mysterious Mrs. Suzuki

I'm sure you know the deal by now when it comes to literature class. Katia tries to tease me for as long as possible, Daisy's big tits swing all over the place, Nikki no longer even attempts to pay attention anymore, and Professor Warren continues to be a man, and thus, can't be targeted by the remote to make things more interesting. I mean, I guess he technically be might be able to if I got one of the girls in this class to do it, but A: I'd rather not let anyone else know about the remote if I don't have to, and B: I have no desire to add a man to my harem anyway, so there's really no point.

All that being said, I think we can safely skip over the class itself without missing too much. On my way out, I notice a familiar face walking in the opposite direction. It's that short, busty Asian woman I met a couple of days ago. I think it was... Phoebe? That sounds right.

As Phoebe gets closer, I start to notice that she's not looking as hot as she was when we first met. Wait, that came wrong. She definitely still looks hot, I just mean she doesn't look as put together as last time. Her hair is a bit ruffled and the look on her face tells me that something is wrong. And I think I might actually know why.

When I first encountered Phoebe, something about her seemed out of play to me. Like she didn't belong on campus. She just didn't seem like the type of person to work at a school, let alone North Ridge, an opinion that was only strengthened after actually speaking to her. I even asked Helen if she knew who Phoebe was to try to confirm whether or not she worked here.

"Hmm... Phoebe... Phoebe... I'm pretty sure we don't have any Phoebe's on staff, and yet, for some reason, that name still sounds familiar. I just can't put my finger on why," I remember her saying.

Thinking back to when I used the remote on her, she ended up getting "Cuckquean" as her identity (an identity that I'm still not sure what to do with, if I'm being honest). Now, is it possible that the real reason Phoebe has been on campus recently is because she's married to someone who does work here? I think so. If nothing else, that could potentially explain why Helen had heard her name before. And now that I see the awkward look on her face, I feel like my theory is even more likely.

Here's what I think is going on: Phoebe has been coming to the school to have sex with Mr. Suzuki or whatever. She certainly seems kinky enough to do something like that given what I know about her. Only, when I bumped into her on Tuesday, I accidentally turned her into a cuck and made it physically impossible for her satisfy her partner. Fast forward to today and she tried to have a little fun again, only to find herself... unable to perform...

Would you look at that? I feel like a detective all of a sudden. I have to give myself credit, I think I did a pretty good job piecing stuff together. I might have gotten a few details wrong or missed some information, but overall, it really does sound like a plausible story. I guess sometimes even I can be pretty observant. Shocking, I know.

Although, now that I think about it, all of this happened because I wasn't observant when I initially ran into Phoebe, so really I'm just back to square one now. Also, should I really be so happy that I figured all this out? If my prediction is correct, than that would mean I potentially ruined this woman's marriage. That's not a great thought.

"Hey, well if it isn't hot stuff!" Phoebe calls out to me, interrupting my thought.

I look over as she walks up to me. I can tell she's still a little out of it, but she's trying to put on a confident face for me.

"Oh, hey. Nice to see you again. How are you?" I ask.

Seriously, Matt? Did you really just ask that?

"I'm... uh... I actually feel kinda off today, if I'm honest," Phoebe chuckles as she scratches the back of her head. "I'm not sure what it is, but I've been having some... trouble with... err... you know what? Forget I said anything. It's fine."

Well, if that doesn't confirm my suspicious, I don't know what will. As I stand next to Phoebe, I start to realize just how antsy she is right now. She can't seem to stand still, constantly shifting her balance, rubbing her arms, and performing various other nervous fidgets. Man, I really screwed this girl up, didn't I? Last time, she was just oozing sexuality, but now she's acting like an anxious schoolgirl who just heard about sex for the first time.

The rest of our conversation is just as awkward. I try my best to salvage it, but there's not much I can do. Anytime I start making Phoebe feel more comfortable, she briefly slips back into her normal, sensual self, only to stumble over her words when she tries to say something flirty. It does make me realize just how much she tries to insert some kind of innuendo into every situation, which does seem like a weird thing for a married woman to do with a stranger. I suppose that's just how some people are though.

It doesn't take long for both of us to realize that this isn't working. With no clear better option, I decide that the best thing to do is just end the conversation now and try to leave before it gets even worse.

"Alright... it was nice seeing you again. I hope whatever's wrong gets better soon," I tell her.

"Um... yeah... I hope so to..." Phoebe agrees while looking away with slight worry.

Shit. I think I just made things worse.

Phoebe waves goodbye before turning and walking away. Well, that was a disaster. Though in all honesty, this whole cucking thing was not great to begin with. I mean, who does it even benefit? Also, isn't the whole point of cucking that the person being cucked gets off on it? And yet, the attribute the remote gave her only made her unable to make her spouse cum.

Wait a second... maybe that's the solution. Maybe I just need to use the remote again. The attributes usually build on each other, with each on getting the target closer to the described identity. Actually, that could work. I know it's not exactly the safest solution, but it's all I can think to do at this point.

I turn around to see that Phoebe is about to round the corner at the end of the hall. I briefly panic as I try to get the remote out of my pocket. Unfortunately, the stupid thing won't come up. Dang it! Why do these types of things always seem to happen at the worst possible moment. Eventually, I finally manage to yang the remote out. I look up to see Phoebe disappear behind the corner. I point the remote at the closest approximation of where I think she should be and hit the green button. Please, please, please...

- SELECETED TARGET: PHOEBE SUZUKI -

New Attribute Available. Press red button to claim.

Oh thank god. That was a bit too close for comfort. I get that a little dramatic tension helps spice things up, but was that little scare really necessary? Anyway, I can only hope that this new attribute can function as a bit of damage control. Only one way to know for sure. I press the red button.

New Attribute Unlocked

SECONDHAND SEX

Whenever the target sees or hears about someone other than them providing sexual pleasure to their spouse, they will experience that same amount of pleasure themselves. Over time, the target will begin to increasingly want their spouse to engage in sexual activities with other people.

That's... good, right? That's what I wanted? I think so. Wanting your spouse to cheat on you is kind of the idea behind the fetish, if my understanding is correct. And this comes with the added benefit of Phoebe getting to experience whatever said partner experiences, so long as she's not actively involved herself. So I'm pretty sure this is a beneficial change. Granted, we're still not at a net positive yet. This doesn't guarantee a functional marriage. And until they figure out that this is an option, they're likely to continue fumbling around with each other, but this is at least a step in the right direction.

The longer this whole Phoebe thing goes on, the more curious I am to meet this theoretical "Mr. Suzuki" character, yet at the same time, I have to wonder if that's really something I want to do.

There is one thing I am sure that I want to do, however, and that's get out of here. This was a bit of a stressful way to end the day, so I'm ready to go home. I know there could be even more stresses waiting for me at home, but I'd like to be optimistic. If nothing else, I should at least be able to easily find someone to have sex with. That always puts me in a better mood.

Alright, enough talking about it. I'm ready to go.