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Yet another week flies by, Anon fearing for his wellbeing with each second he spends in this cruel world! He was utterly worn out by Megumu's degrading requests!
He knew better than to oppose her, however, as it would simply result in the same outcome, but with a beating beforehand. Each abject act he would fall victim to were but a push towards his sanity waving goodbye, further & further away in the distance, as Anon seemed to grow into an empty shell of a human being.
The worst had yet to come, but the way it took shape may surprise some of you. Indeed, the mental shattering event was not as one would imagine.
It sure started like the usual: Megumu lustfully approaching Anon, pinning him against a corner, and telling him what he'd be subject to soon enough, but this time, the punishment was most pecular...
It appears Lord Tenma had the intention to invite all Tengus to one big gathering. It had to come to everyone's attention that Lord Tenma was most interested in the bonds his subjects had between one another, or even other species. As a leader, it's only natural to look out & ensure the durability of your kind, and that usually meant scoping out potential families that would then get offspring.
And so, here you were, in your own little nightmare bubble, full of people that look like they could have molested you, and of course, the one who actually did molest you, mutiple times in fact. You could say its become her favorite sport, and were her skills at it measured by how much pain & suffering you went through, you seemed confident enough that she'd get the Gold Medal without breaking a sweat.
But that wasn't the issue, the agony you would go through this time would turn out a lot more... devious. Something about Megumu was off, and sure enough, she was trying to impress Lord Tenma with what looked like a perfect, healthy love life with her husband.
She'd kiss your cheek, rub noses with you, and snuggle you against her ample bosom all in front of her chief, and it seemed to have done a good enough job convincing him, as he would praise Megumu for her impressive mix of solid work ethics, and lovey dovey attitude towards her partner.
You wanted to scream, you really did, but you knew doing so would eventually inflict upon you a pain so intense that even the Goddess of Hell would feel pity on your poor soul. If she was just a bit more normal, and actually followed the ideals of her leader, you could have had a healthy love life... You didn't mind being the house husband, and while you originally set your sights on Aya, Megumu was quite an attractive lady, at least in terms of looks.
Megumu wasn't just rubbing salt into your wound, she was rubbing the whole damn factory on it! Even though you managed to leave that evening with your body free of any bruises, or your genitals completely dried, your mental had taken a brutal punch to the gut - All these repressed feelings of a charming love life flashed back to you, each armed with a needle the size of a butcher knife, poking at your tiny little heart.
At least Megumu got a salary promotion this month. All well that ends well...