I Planned My Escape Because I Knew Her Secret - Episode 5

The following Friday after the request, I did indeed work overtime, but only for about 30 minutes. I left the office just past 5:30 PM and went straight home. The investigator from the agency staked out my house, but I didn’t leave home that day.

The movement occurred on the following Friday, one week later.

Madoka finished work on time and headed to the station. She took a different line than the one she usually took to go home, then transferred to the subway and got off at a station in a famous entertainment district within the prefecture.

After getting off at the station, it seems they entered a building located about a 10-minute walk from the station.

That building had numerous adult entertainment establishments.

At the stage of following, we didn’t know which store they entered, but after some investigation, it seems we found out by the end of the day.

Madoka was working at an SM club.

Moreover, Ms. S?

Even the queen.

I suspected you were cheating, you know.

What is “fūzoku”?

Moreover, a dominatrix at an SM club? That’s just too out there.

The next day, I received a call from the private investigation agency, saying that they had gathered a certain amount of information and asking whether I wanted to terminate the investigation or continue with a more detailed investigation (which would require an additional fee). I decided to visit the agency the following day to discuss it.

After finishing the call with the detective agency, I couldn’t stand up due to dizziness.

An SM club is a type of adult entertainment, right?

What does this mean?

Are you having money troubles?

I mean, if it’s a brothel, that means you’re doing sexual things with men, right?

I’ve never been to a brothel, so I don’t really know the details.

What is that?

I thought about sending a message to Madoka to probe a bit, but since we both became working adults and got busier, our calls and messages have significantly decreased (mostly just coordinating our days off or confirming plans the day before), so I stopped because I thought it would seem suspicious if I suddenly asked something today.

In the end, that night, my head felt like it was going to explode, so I drank some alcohol I couldn’t handle, threw up, and went to sleep.

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The next day, I went to work as usual, but I had never wanted to take a day off as much as I did that day.

Even so, I somehow finished my work and visited the detective agency’s office.

First, I received a report summarizing Madoka’s actions on the day and went through it.

With photos included, the details such as time and place were meticulously organized in order.

The woman in the photo was definitely Madoka, without a doubt.

Next, information about SM clubs was briefly explained.

Madoka was registered at that shop under the name “Karen.”

According to the person in charge, that shop is a place that offers so-called soft BDSM services, and the black van I saw was apparently used to pick up and drop off the employees. They also confirmed the presence of that black van during the investigation on the day.

At that moment, the investigator opened the store’s website on his laptop and showed it to me, and when I checked the list of active SM girls, there she was.

With a photo, Queen Karen (26), intermediate SM practitioner.

It was a queenly style all in black, with a tight-fitting black patent leather bondage outfit that had high exposure, black gloves up to the elbows, fishnet stockings, and shiny black high heels, giving off a strong SM dominatrix vibe.

There was a blur on the face, but there was a familiar mole on the left shoulder.

Other SM girls’ photos show their faces or at least cover their mouths with masks, but Queen Karen completely obscured her face.

But, I figured it out.

Looking at this photo, I guess I’m probably the only one who can tell it’s Madoka.

Not just the moles, but also the chest and waist, and those beautiful legs I love so much.

The play content was like a menu? It was published, and looking at it made me feel nauseous.

“Excuse me, may I use your restroom for a moment?” I said, and then went to the bathroom.

I vomited in the Western-style toilet, wiped my mouth with toilet paper, then sat on the toilet seat and started to think.

Intermediate level?

So you’ve been doing it for quite a while, huh?

Since when?

Since starting work?

No way, since your student days?

I mean, if you really need money, you’d probably work at a cabaret club or, at the very least, if you’re a decent person, you wouldn’t even think about working at an SM club, right?

In the first place, you don’t look like you’re having any money troubles at all.

So, in other words, Madoka had that kind of kink?

I didn’t notice it at all.

I thought you were more of an M, to be honest…

I can’t imagine Madoka, as I know her, doing things like verbal teasing or hand jobs.

I only have a little experience with hand jobs, like when I got a bit of rubbing while getting oral.

What do you even do with prostate development?

I left the restroom, returned to the meeting, and requested an additional investigation.

Since when have you been working at that store?

How often do you work?

Additionally, please provide as much detailed information as possible regarding the customer base, salary, etc.

The upcoming investigation is said to be even more difficult than tailing, and although they quoted a considerable additional fee, I went ahead and requested it.

Since there isn’t much time until the wedding, I requested it to be done quickly – preferably within a week.