Part 2

**Extracted text (manga reading order – right-to-left, top-to-bottom)**

Page 4424

“…My body aches, and a wet stain appears in my crotch.”

“Now, by simply wearing this mask…”

SFX: haa… haa…

Phone: 13:09

“From the President?”

SFX: pirorin

Page 4423

“I repeatedly kneaded the clitoris, which the President trained…”

“While remembering the pleasures of the training,”

“Doing it just once wasn’t enough to satisfy me.”

“I was obligated to routinely masturbate when the day starts.”

“I’d find myself indulging in pleasure for nearly an hour.”

“More often than not, I couldn’t stop until I squirted.”

“I’m cumming!”

“My body had been completely changed.”

Page 4425

“I think he’ll… do lots of perverted things to me.”

“Yeah. I think the purpose of the trip is ‘that.’”

“Yeah. It’ll take 4 days and 3 nights.”

“A trip with the President, huh.”

“That means…”

“Even if it’s an order…”

“I don’t like it, but what choice do I have?”

“Are you okay with this?”

“It’s an order from the President.”

“I told you before, right?”

“…Fine…”

“I’m…”

Page 4426

“This inn’s managed by a friend of mine.”

“I’ll be filming with a camera this time as well.”

“Yes…”

“They make various considerations for me. They always help when I go on trips like this.”

“You can rent out this kind of stuff too.”

“Eh?!”

“We can be as loud as we want tonight.”

“This place has quite the family bath too.”

“Now, let’s take an open-air bath first.”

Page 4427

“It will help you a lot on this trip.”

“Clean it properly.”

“It’ll make for a good memory of our trip.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Are you really going to film, President?”

“Well, I have to make sure to record your nasty, masked appearance.”

“He really is going to film me.”

“Let’s clean you up too, Hiromi.”

“Easy now. You can’t have my semen yet.”

Page 4428

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

“This pussy’s completely ready.”

“The fun is just beginning.”

“How does being edged for five times feel?”

“Is it here?”

“Let’s head to our room.”

Page 4429

“This is growing well.”

“I see you’re properly polishing up your clit like I told you.”

“…This nasty clit of yours.”

“Now, let’s stimulate…”

“Nhaaagh!”

Page 4430

“Cumming! Cumming!”

“I’m cumming!”

“My pussy’s first orgasm!”

“Do you want to cum, Hiromi-san?”

“President, please let me cum.”

Page 4431

“I’m going to leave my husband and become the President’s woman.”

“I’ll never have sex with my husband again, so please let me cum.”

“Say it.”

“I… I can’t… do that.”

“It’s that simple.”

“If you want to cum, then say it in front of the camera.”

“I’ll tell you this. Until you say those words, I won’t let you cum during this entire trip.”

“I can’t let you cum then.”

“If your husband’s important to you, then you should be able to endure this.”

“I won’t fuck you either.”

Page 4432

(Clock panels showing time passing while she is edged repeatedly)

SFX and cries of denied orgasm continuing for a long time.

Page 4434

“I can’t endure it anymore.”

“I’m sorry, honey.”

“I won’t be able to have sex with you anymore, honey.”

“Please forgive me.”

“Starting today… I’m going to be the President’s woman.”

Page 4433

“My pussy!!”

“My pussy!!”

“Please… give it to my pussy!”

“…What to do, right?”

“You know…”

“Hiromi-san.”

Page 4436

“It’s reaching it! Your raw cock’s pounding away at the deepest parts of my pussy!”

“Come on. What are you spacing out for? The main part’s just beginning.”

“Please give me your cum, President!”

“Then let’s get to the first cum shot now. Make sure to take in everything.”

“Yes. This feels better than his.”

“Feels better than your husband’s cock, doesn’t it?”

Page 4435

“Now, here’s my raw dick, like I promised.”

“Wonderful.”

“Be sure to savor it.”

“This is… amazing!”

“His massive cock that knocks against my womb just from insertion.”

“It’s here, your huge cock, President.”

Page 4437

“I’m cumming!”

“We’re not done yet.”

“…That you belong to me now.”

“…Cums inside me.”

“Let’s show off to your husband…”

“Honey, watch closely as the President…”

Page 4438

“I’m gonna die! My pussy’s gonna die!”

“His cock’s ramming into my pussy.”

“It feels so good!”

Page 4439

“Hiromi!”

“Welcome back, honey.”

“Well, that’s good to hear.”

“I was sure you…”

“You worry too much. Geez.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Hey. Honey.”

“There’s something I want you to see.”

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Part 2 – Expanded Chapter Continuation

The mask had become a habit.

Hiromi stood in front of the bathroom mirror in the middle of the afternoon, the black rubber already sealed tight across the lower half of her face. She had put it on the moment her husband left for work. The familiar restricted breathing, the forced open circle of her mouth, the way the straps bit gently into the back of her head—each sensation now triggered an immediate, shameful response between her legs.

A dark stain spread across the crotch of her underwear.

She stared at her reflection. The eyes above the mask were already glassy. Her body ached with a low, constant heat that no amount of ordinary touching could fully satisfy anymore. The President’s training had rewritten her. Morning masturbation was no longer optional. She would kneel on the bed or sit on the closed toilet lid and work her clit with the same precise, circling pressure he had taught her, remembering the weight of the mask, the taste of him, the way he refused to let her close her mouth. More often than not she continued until she squirted across her own fingers, gasping wetly through the open hole, thighs shaking.

Today was no different.

She came hard, twice, before the phone on the counter vibrated.

13:09.

From the President.

Her pulse jumped. She answered with the mask still on, voice muffled and thick.

The message was brief. A four-day, three-night trip. An inn managed by a friend of his. Private. Soundproof. Cameras allowed.

She said yes.

That evening she told her husband the company required her presence on a short business trip with the President. He looked unhappy, but he had never been able to refuse an order from above. When he asked if she was all right with it, she smiled the soft, practiced smile and said she was fine. Inside, her body was already wet at the thought of four uninterrupted days.

The inn was beautiful—traditional architecture, quiet gardens, an open-air bath that looked out onto trees. The President had rented the entire wing. The moment the door of their private room closed, he set a camera on a tripod and turned it on.

“I’ll be filming this time as well,” he said calmly. “Your nasty masked appearance needs to be properly recorded.”

Hiromi felt her face heat under the rubber. She had put the mask on in the car. She had not taken it off since.

They started in the open-air bath.

He made her kneel in the warm water and clean him thoroughly with her mouth while the camera watched. The water lapped at her breasts. Steam rose around them. Every time she tried to pull back for air he guided her deeper, the mask’s open hole forced wide around his shaft. Saliva and bathwater mixed and ran down her chin. He came across her tongue but did not let her swallow yet.

“Not yet,” he said. “You’ll get it later, when you’ve earned it.”

In the room he edged her for hours.

He used his fingers, a vibrator, his tongue, the head of his cock—always stopping the moment her thighs began to tremble. The camera recorded every denied orgasm, every desperate, muffled plea that escaped the mask. Time passed on the wall clock. She lost count of how many times he brought her to the edge and pulled away.

“Say it,” he told her at last, voice quiet and absolute. “In front of the camera. ‘I’m going to leave my husband and become the President’s woman. I’ll never have sex with my husband again, so please let me cum.’”

Hiromi’s eyes filled with tears above the mask. The words stuck in her throat. She shook her head.

He smiled without warmth.

“Then you don’t cum. Not for the entire trip. And I won’t fuck you either.”

He kept his word.

For the rest of that first night and most of the next day he continued the edging. Toys. Fingers. The occasional slow thrust that stopped just when she started to clench. The camera never stopped recording. Her body grew so sensitive that the brush of air against her clit made her sob. The stain on the sheets spread. She begged without words, the open mouth of the mask dripping saliva onto her breasts.

Finally, late on the second night, something inside her broke.

She looked directly into the lens, tears running down into the rubber, and spoke the words in a broken, wet voice.

“I’m going to leave my husband… and become the President’s woman. I’ll never have sex with my husband again… so please… let me cum.”

The President’s expression did not change, but something satisfied settled in his eyes.

“Good girl.”

He gave her the orgasm she had been denied for nearly two days.

It destroyed her.

She came screaming through the mask, squirting hard across his hand and the sheets, body convulsing so violently the camera captured every spasm. Before the waves had fully faded he pushed his cock into her in one long thrust and began to fuck her in earnest.

The rest of the trip became a blur of raw, recorded surrender.

He took her on the futon, against the wall, in the bath again, always with the mask on, always with the camera running. He made her repeat the confession while he was buried to the hilt. He made her look into the lens and tell her husband that this cock felt better, that she belonged to the President now, that she was sorry. Every time she came he forced the words out of her again.

On the final night he positioned her on her back, legs spread wide toward the camera, and drove into her with deep, punishing strokes while she sobbed the same phrases over and over.

“Honey… watch closely… the President is cumming inside me… I belong to him now…”

He flooded her while the camera recorded every pulse. When he pulled out, the thick white spill was unmistakable.

Hiromi lay there trembling, mask still sealed, the evidence of him leaking slowly from her.

The next morning she returned home.

Her husband met her at the door, relief written across his face. She smiled the same soft, wifely smile she had perfected, kissed his cheek, and told him the trip had been fine. Ordinary. Tiring.

Later that evening, while he sat on the couch, she placed a single disc on the table in front of him.

“There’s something I want you to see,” she said quietly.

She did not take the mask out of her bag.

She no longer needed to wear it in front of him for her body to remember who it belonged to.

The recording would be enough.