I Planned My Escape Because I Knew Her Secret - Episode 41

Two months have passed since Madoka moved to Okayama.

Madoka was actively working hard at her unfamiliar job in the food and beverage industry, even from my perspective.

Moreover, the relationship with the proprietresses is also good, and especially with Yuko-san, since they are close in age, I often see them getting excited and chatting during meal times.

They are really working hard in their daily life as well.

Madoka starts work every day at 6 AM, finishes her job where she stands all day at 3 PM, then goes back to the apartment alone to do laundry, shopping, and prepare dinner. She waits for me to come home around 9 PM so we can eat together.

And at home, Madoka wouldn’t leave my side.

At dinner time, even though it’s a small table, we don’t sit facing each other; instead, we sit side by side, close together.

After meals, we work together to wash the dishes, and even when we’re relaxing in the room, they cling to me tightly from the side or in front.

Even when I go to the bathroom, he tries to follow me as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. But when it’s the other way around, he sneaks off alone without saying a word. As for the bath, we tried to take one together once, but it was too cramped to wash our heads properly, and the area around the toilet and sink got all wet, so we gave up.

Moreover, our night life continues almost every day, except during Madoka’s period.

Afterward, it became a habit to sleep while embracing each other naked.

Usually, I keep it brief so it doesn’t affect the next day’s work. I try to finish quickly after satisfying Madoka, and if I feel like I can finish, I do. If I can’t, I either let her take care of it or do it myself and then go to sleep. On busy days when the store is hectic and I’m tired, there were times when I would fall asleep before finishing.

However, on the night before the day off, when we don’t have to think about the next day, we hustle as much as our stamina allows.

Madoka has prepared sexy underwear that she usually doesn’t wear, and she’s more attentive than usual, so I can tell she’s looking forward to this time.

I’m also planning to go all out and enjoy myself without worrying about the next day.

Our s3x life with Madoka is more fulfilling now in our 30s than it was in our teens and 20s. Normally, it would be the opposite, but due to the gap caused by our life on the run, there’s no doubt that we’ve come to desire each other more than ever before.

However, there are days when it’s quite physically demanding, so I think it might be okay to slow down a bit soon, but for now, I plan to keep pushing as long as Madoka wants.

I was leading fulfilling days with a satisfying job, personal life, and nightlife, but one day, I suddenly caught a glimpse of Madoka’s hidden side once again.

The day before the regular day off in mid-April. After finishing the dishes following dinner, we were chatting over tea.

Since Madoka’s birthday is approaching, we were talking about taking a drive to see the Seto Ohashi Bridge in Kojima the next day on our day off and then going out for some delicious seafood on the way back when Madoka suddenly brought it up.

“I’ve always wanted to ask you something, can you tell me?”

“What’s up all of a sudden? If you can talk about it, I’m here to listen.”

“Hey Masa, you’ve been to an SM club and experienced SM play by yourself, right?”

“Huh?”

I was surprised by the sudden ambush, and when I looked at Madoka’s expression, she had a really serious face.

It’s an expression that makes you feel like they’re saying, “I won’t let you go until you talk.”

“You mentioned it before, right? You said you went once to try to understand BDSM. At that time, you said you’d talk about it later, but it’s been left like that ever since. I think it’s about time you told me.”

I wonder what happened.

I understand that you’re not angry.

But, I feel an incredible pressure.

Moreover, it seems that Madoka’s eyes are becoming increasingly bloodshot with every word she utters.

Jealousy?

Is it jealousy towards Queen Matilda?

Or did something about Madoka’s preferences strike a chord? If I have that quality, are you thinking of incorporating it into our future s3x life?

I mean, it’s super embarrassing to talk about this now.

Moreover, I couldn’t even climax once in two hours of play, which is pathetic and too embarrassing to admit.

“What’s wrong? Did you do something so intense you can’t talk about it? Even though you’re a beginner? By the way, did you actually have an interest in it? What kind of girl was your partner? How much experience did she say she had?”

“Wait a minute! Calm down, Madoka! Your eyes are bloodshot! You’re kind of scary today, Madoka!”

“I’m not scared. I’m as calm as usual. So, how did it go? What kind of plays did you make?”

No good.

Madoka, there’s a switch on that I’ve never seen before.

“That’s it! Let’s recreate that play from back then!”

“Huh?”

“I used to have a no-go policy at the shop, but for you, Masa-kun, I’ll do any kind of play. Oh, but I can’t do prostate massages because I haven’t studied them.”

“No, I’m fine with my butt. I didn’t have a prostate massage back then either, so it’s okay.”

“So, what did you do? The classic whip or candle torture? Or maybe being forced to climax while receiving soft verbal teasing?”

No way, there’s no whip or candles here!

While trembling in fear at Madoka’s sudden change, I realized.

The current Madoka is Lady Karen.

Kahoru’s switch is turned on.

“Um… he was a soft-spoken person…”

“Hmm, like this? Ah, this is no good at all, you’re not energetic at all, you know? Can’t be helped.”

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I wonder what it is.

As expected, one might say they were once an intermediate player.

While smiling, they gently reproach me.

Instead of using a harsh tone like Miss Matilda, she was accurately pointing out my weaknesses in a gentle manner. I felt that Miss Karen was on a higher level than Miss Matilda. Moreover, since she seemed to know almost all my weaknesses and insecurities, it felt like I was being manipulated in the palm of her hand. It was like, “Stop it already.”

And although I couldn’t climax with Miss Matilda’s hand job, I was easily brought to climax by Lady Karen.

“Since it was always a no-go at the store, this is the first time I’ve done it like this with my hands, but you did it well. Did it feel good?” Lady Karen whispered in my ear, and she was in a really good mood.

On the other hand, I’m feeling a complex mix of emotions, like happiness and sadness.

What should I say?

Pride as a man?

You know, even though I usually think I’m the one leading during s3x, when I get off easily from a hand job, it feels like I’m being treated like a total loser, and it really gets me down.

Besides… the first time I went to an SM club was five years ago.

If I had gone to Karen-sama’s shop instead of that store and experienced my first SM play with Karen-sama, wouldn’t I have been able to enjoy it normally and feel satisfied? I don’t think I would have opened the door to SM, but wouldn’t I have been able to avoid deciding to escape in anger?

Such belated feelings surged in my heart, leaving me with an indescribable sense of emotion.

However, ignoring my complicated feelings, Kalen-sama, with her switch constantly on, wouldn’t stop.

“What did you do next? It wasn’t just hand jobs, right? Face sitting? Human chair? Or were you using any tools?”

And, as always, Lady Karen whispers in my ear.

“Um… sitting on my face is a bit much.”

“Wow, should we give it a try?”

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Madoka was in a particularly good mood tonight.

By the way, are you enjoying this? Both the top and bottom were drooling. The whole time, it was Madoka’s pace, and we ended up doing it many times.

After 1 AM, when I asked him calmly, he honestly expressed his feelings.

“I absolutely didn’t want Masa-kun to know or see it, so back then, I never even thought about doing that kind of play with him. But when I heard that Masa-kun had experienced BDSM play too, I felt really frustrated that another girl had taken his first BDSM experience! It was such intense jealousy. And maybe it was also my competitive spirit? So, how was it really? Was I better at it than that girl at the time?”

“Ah, that’s for sure. I couldn’t even go once back then.”

“Hehehe, really? That’s great! And you know, I discovered something too. I used to say that my part-time job back then was a way to relieve stress, but I never thought it was fun. But today with Masa-kun was so much fun! Watching Masa-kun’s reactions makes my heart flutter, you know? I just want to tease him more, to trouble him more.”

“Hmm…”

Listening to Madoka’s stories and observing her today, it seems she indeed has the qualities of an S mistress. From what I’ve heard, she seems to have blossomed in this role after starting her night job. However, when Kurenai-sama approaches with bloodshot eyes like a predator, I feel not only fear but also an unusual beauty that is different from her usual self. I can understand why Madoka has been able to continue as an S mistress full of NGs for five years.

Well, if I say something like that and he just brushes it off and starts talking about working at the SM club again, I can’t take it, so I won’t say anything.

However, this time, I would like the costume to be in the queen style.

I wonder if they still have it. It’s been five years since I quit, so they probably got rid of it by now.

No, that’s not it.

I haven’t opened the door.

“It’s a story about ‘if there were another opportunity like that.'”