After leaving the unconscious Tamako in the hotel room and wiping her husband's memory of the night, I returned home the next day.
The house was silent when I entered. Shizuka was already at school, and from the living room, I could hear the sound of Michiko's favorite TV serial.
I watched her from the doorway, instinctively checking her stats, and I saw something completely unexpected.
[Corruption: 90] [Obedience: 90]
In just one day and one night of not seeing me, both her values had reached 90.
Earlier, I thought I would need another brutal night of fucking her until she was a mindless, incontinent wreck moaning for my cock to get such stats.
But seeing these numbers, it seemed like her mind had spent the night doing most of the work for me.
It was understandable, though, if I thought about it.
Her husband was gone on a business trip, her daughter was out of the house most of the time due to school and various classes, and I, the very source of her addiction, the only man who could give her pleasure, had also vanished.
She was left all alone, and as they say, an idle mind is a devil's workshop.
I could picture it perfectly: her alone in that bed, plunging her fingers into her soaked pussyhole, rubbing her clit while thinking of every filthy thing in her mind that I'd ever done to her.
Coupled with her lewd body that I had trained to crave pleasure only from me, it was no wonder her Obedience and Corruption spiked.
Still, this situation made me curious, and I couldn't help but wonder.
'If just one night of my absence pushed her this far… what if I fucked her brutally and then disappeared for a week? Would she crumble and hit 100 on her own?'
Curiosity makes a man do reckless things, and I've never been one to deny my impulses.
So once the plan was formed in my head, I didn't waste time executing it.
That night, I fucked Michiko without mercy, pounding her pussy and asshole with my cock until she was a screaming, sobbing mess, losing all control of her bladder and passing out in a puddle of her own piss and my cum.
In the morning, while her body was still twitching from aftershocks, I told her I had to leave for a "family matter."
Naturally, she didn't want me to go and begged me to stay, but I simply shook my head and took my leave to see if her stats would increase on their own in my absence.
But reality rarely follows fantasies, and clearly, I was expecting too much.
Even after being gone for nearly a week, her Obedience and Corruption didn't rise by a single point.
[Corruption: 90] [Obedience: 90]
They were still locked at 90.
After returning, I fucked her for a few days, yet they barely moved by one point.
That was when I realized that something was still holding her back, like a final block in her heart, or some kind of hurdle I had to make her cross to reach that 100.
And that "something" was definitely her family.
More specifically, her husband. Shizuka didn't matter as much; she could follow her mother anywhere. But her husband was her life partner in name, with whom she made her vows.
Even as she spread her legs for me, even as she moaned like a bitch in heat and gulped down my semen like it was the water of life, a tiny, stubborn part of her heart still belonged to him.
It was not love but habit and values drilled too deep to erase in a few weeks, like chains still anchoring her, however lightly.
I knew I could break them. I could fuck her morning, noon, and night, grinding my cock into every hole she had until her mind finally erased him.
But it would be a slow, boring grind. And that was not my style.
A woman I'd fucked so thoroughly should be mine completely. Mind, body, and fucking soul.
The thought that another man, her pathetic husband, still held even a flicker of space in her thoughts was a personal insult.
Fortunately, I had anticipated this stubborn barrier long ago and had already laid the groundwork to smash it.
My temporary absence was just an experiment to see if I could take a shortcut, but since that failed, it was time to execute the real plan, the one already set in motion.
During the week I was gone, while Michiko's stats remained at 90, I wasn't idle. I was preparing a simple but reliable method to break the last hurdle inside her heart.
And that method was... betrayal.
Her husband's betrayal.
Not a loud, dramatic matter, but a quiet, insidious poison.
A betrayal that would seep into her mind like ink into water, staining every memory she had of her marriage.
Coming from an Earth that was almost fifty years ahead of Doraemon's Japan, I knew that the most effective way to control someone's emotions was to control their reality.
Back on Earth in my previous life, this was done through media manipulation, social networks, propaganda films, and much more, which those in power used to manipulate the common folk.
It was an entire ecosystem of psychological warfare and algorithm-driven manipulation.
Here, the tools were primitive. No social media, limited internet. But the principles were timeless.
Best of all, these people were naive, blissfully unaware of the true horror of media manipulation.
So I turned my attention to what did exist here: TV serials, talk shows, evening news, magazines, women's columns, neighborhood gossip, and serialized stories in newspapers.
With a bit of money, a few favors, and some pressure, I had them all singing my tune.
The song was "Husband Betrayal."
Suddenly, every TV serial had a storyline about a husband cheating on a "business trip."
The news aired melodramatic reports about Japanese men being seduced by foreign women.
Magazines were filled with heartbreaking stories from "devastated" housewives, abandoned and left to fend for themselves and their children.
And just to seal the deal, even the neighborhood women started gossiping about similar stories.
It was all, of course, complete bullshit. A web of lies, exaggerated and tailored specifically for Michiko. And it worked, just as I knew it would.
At first, she simply wondered and didn't mind it.
Then one day, she became uneasy.
Soon, suspicion began blooming like mold in the dark in her heart, especially when her husband kept delaying his return, and his calls became shorter.
Her doubts intensified, and one afternoon, she finally snapped and called him herself.
I was secretly listening to it all as they both yelled across countries, hurling accusations at each other and scraping open old wounds.
In fact, it might not have escalated so violently if only one side had been influenced.
But since Michiko had been fed the "husband cheating" story, how could I forget about her husband? So I fed him the "your wife is a cheating whore" gossip from a few well-wishers.
And the beautiful, ironic cherry on top of it all was the unspoken, ugly truth that fueled their rage was that they had both, in fact, already cheated.
Michiko had cheated with me, and her husband, Yoshio, had cheated with a foreign whore, one I'd personally hired.
I was the one who had made his dick limp in the first place, so naturally, I had the cure. A little chemical assistance and a paid actress were all it took to make him fall.
As they say, nothing burns hotter than a fight between two guilty people, each with a secret to hide, so all they can do is scream and blame the other.
Guilt fueled their rage, and their rage was a shield to hide the truth neither wanted to face.
That night after the fight, Michiko cried herself to sleep.
Even though she had spread her legs for me first, the confirmation that her husband had also betrayed her shattered something deep inside her. A part that had been holding on stubbornly.
I could have fucked her then and perhaps used her vulnerable moments to increase the stats, but that short-term gain was not my goal.
So instead of anything lewd, I simply sat beside her, becoming her emotional pillar as she cried on my shoulder and vented her emotions.
The previous propaganda successfully did its job, and it was time for a change.
From betrayal stories to tales of married women finding new love with younger men who cherished them. Married women finding real love with younger men, dramas about lovers healing wounded hearts, and articles with quotes about "second chances at happiness."
It was a sweet, addictive poison, and it worked its magic on Michiko's fragile mind as one evening, with puffy eyes and trembling lips, she finally opened up to me.
"Takashi… Since my husband works in your company… can you find out what he's been doing? What's he hiding? I... I don't know what to do anymore…"
Her voice was barely audible, but I heard it all and put a hand on my chest and spoke with the warm, steady tone she needed.
"Don't worry. I'm here. I'll protect you. Even if he really has someone else… I'll take responsibility for you, Michiko. Money means nothing to me. My grandfather already gave me everything. Don't you call me 'husband' when we're fucking? You can start calling me that in the daytime, too. I won't mind."
"Hic—Hahaha~"
My words made her laugh through her tears, but her heart accepted the idea far more seriously than she realized.
That night, her Obedience and Corruption quietly slid to 99.
And the final point? It came the day I returned to her with proof. She watched photo after photo and video after video.
Her hands didn't shake. There was no gasp, no dramatic collapse. There was only a quiet, calm acceptance.
She had already known and had already decided. She just needed me to show her the door so she could walk through it and be free.
"Leave him, Michiko, and be mine. I will always be there for you."
The last lock on her heart clicked open.
[Corruption: 100] [Obedience: 100]
At last. She was mine. Finally, unquestionably, irrevocably, and completely conquered.
[Congratulations...
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