New Chapter: Blowjob Mask Wife – Final Convergence** **Hiromi / Yumi & Reiko**

**New Chapter: Blowjob Mask Wife – Final Convergence**

Hiromi / Yumi & Reiko

Extracted Text (Reading Order – Key Lines)

Husband’s despair

“I’m doing something irreversible.”

“Yet I…”

“Hiromi…”

One week earlier / setup

“A two-week intensive training session, then?”

“I haven’t been able to pay much attention to Yuumi-san.”

“Recently, due to one more person, it’s been a bit hectic.”

“I was thinking of setting aside some dedicated time to properly train Yuumi-san’s body.”

Return / Reiko’s arrival

“Thanks to the Boss, our lives have become quite stable.”

“Isn’t it nice? You.”

“I’ll send you pictures regularly.”

“I want to repay you too.”

“You can take it off if you want.”

“For these two weeks, it’s that down there.”

“And…”

Chastity confirmation

“That.”

“I usually wear it to prevent sex with me…”

“Please, darling ♥”

Reiko delivers the data

“I’m Reiko.”

“Oh, nice to meet you.”

“You are… Yuumi!”

“It’s called ‘Sow Number 2’.”

“I heard you were also the President’s partner.”

“I’ve come to deliver what you were expecting.”

“It’s all on this tablet.”

“Want to watch? Together.”

Training records (Hiromi’s intensive session)

“You can’t just go on your own.”

“Make sure to go only after I count to three.”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

“Let’s start from the beginning again.”

“Aren’t you getting faster than before?”

“Your body is more sluggish than I expected.”

“This is something that everyone needs to cooperate on… We need to do some ‘tuning’.”

“This is how the first day’s ‘tuning’ looks.”

“Aphrodisiac is applied to my sensitive areas.”

“I’m put in a state like a ‘pussy’ all over my body.”

“It’s so easy to reach climax in this state.”

“It feels like my brain has become an erogenous zone.”

“I’m injected with a gas containing aphrodisiac components through my nose.”

“Of course, I reach my peak in no time.”

“I’m made to climax over and over again, regardless of anything.”

“By doing this, I immerse myself in climax after climax.”

“I train my dulled body to return to the lewd Yuumi I used to be.”

“She’s back to being Pig No. 1.”

“Yumi returned to her original form in just one night…”

Service / hotel scenes

“Well then, excuse me…”

“Please go ahead and pull it out.”

“I’ve prepared it thoroughly.”

“I’ve taken my time since this morning.”

“Please enjoy it to the fullest.”

“I’ve tailored it to your preferences.”

“You both like anal, right?”

“Yumi.”

“Yes, President.”

“This is from when we went for pussy services.”

“We’re going to provide sexual services.”

“For a connection that the President is close with.”

Later group use

“I’m such a bad sow.”

“Plus, Yumi-san is a married woman, right?”

“Suzuki-san has the best sow.”

“It really excites me to do naughty things while leaving that person alone.”

“That person gets even more excited seeing me like this.”

“On top of being sent as ‘entertainment’ for the boss…”

“Even if I’m trained into a lewd body by the President’s hands…”

“From the front and the back.”

“I’m going to make you drink a lot of semen.”

“Drink it!”

“It’s a sight that your husband can’t resist, isn’t it?”

“Oh, it’s coming out!”

Final confrontation

“What do you think?”

“How does it feel to see your precious wife going wild with someone else’s big cock?”

“Do you want to do a blowjob?”

“It looked just like someone’s little thing.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You can waste as much as you want right now.”

“Well, that’s fine, isn’t it?”

Chapter Narrative

The wedding photograph still sat on the shelf.

Hiromi’s husband stared at it while the ice in his glass melted. Two weeks. That was how long the “intensive training session” was supposed to last. He had signed the papers. He had accepted the chastity cage. He had told himself it was temporary, that the Dibs system would return her when the President was finished refining her.

He already knew he was lying.

When the doorbell finally rang he expected Hiromi.

Instead Reiko stood in the doorway.

Short dark hair. Heavy chest straining against a simple turtleneck. The calm, slightly pitying smile of a woman who had already completed her own transformation.

“I’m Reiko,” she said. “Sow Number 2. I’ve come to deliver what you were expecting.”

She held up a tablet.

They sat together on the sofa. Reiko unlocked the cage only long enough to let him adjust, then locked it again with a soft click. She did not give him the key. She simply opened the first video.

Hiromi’s two-week training played in high resolution.

Day one: the mask sealed on, aphrodisiac gel spread across every sensitive place, gas pumped through the nose openings until her entire body became one exposed nerve. She came helplessly, over and over, while the trainers counted and corrected her timing.

Day three: constant vibrators, forced orgasms stacked on top of each other until she could no longer form words, only wet, broken sounds through the open rubber hole.

By the end of the first week the trainers declared her “Pig No. 1” restored. The woman who had once been a soft, hesitant wife had been tuned back into a body that existed for climax and service.

The later files showed the practical application.

Hiromi in a tight dress at a luxury hotel, collar visible, providing anal service to men the President needed to keep happy. Hiromi on her back, on her knees, between two men, drinking everything she was given while the camera captured the exact expressions her husband had once believed were only for him.

Reiko watched his face the entire time.

When the final video ended she set the tablet down and looked at him with something almost like kindness.

“She’s not coming back the way you remember her,” Reiko said quietly. “None of us do. The mask doesn’t allow it.”

She placed one hand on the locked cage.

“You can hate it. You can cry. You can even try to fight the Continuity office. But the body they returned to you will still spread its legs for the next man who holds the claim. And part of her will still smile while she does it.”

Outside, the city moved under the same quiet laws that had taken both of their wives.

Inside the apartment, the wedding photograph kept smiling at a marriage that no longer existed.

Reiko stood, smoothed her skirt, and left the tablet on the table.

“When you’re ready to watch them again,” she said at the door, “I’ll be the one who brings the next files. Sow Number 2 is very good at deliveries.”

The door closed.

Hiromi’s husband sat alone with the cage, the recordings, and the irreversible knowledge that the woman in the wedding photograph had been successfully rewritten.

And the system, as always, continued.