I Planned My Escape Because I Knew Her Secret - Episode 9

Since I arrived at the destination more than an hour before my reservation, I parked my car in a coin parking lot, walked to the store to confirm the location, and then had an early dinner at a nearby gyudon restaurant.

I killed time at the beef bowl restaurant and went to the store 20 minutes before my reservation.

The receptionist was a woman, and when I told her I was confused about the reservation, she explained the fees and guided me to the waiting room.

I’ve gotten super nervous.

Even when I proposed to Madoka, I wasn’t nervous at all.

Five minutes before the reservation, a male employee came and guided me to the private room.

Immediately, the lady came over and introduced herself, saying, “I’m Mathilda. Thank you for choosing me.” When I greeted her, saying, “It’s my first time with both the brothel and SM play, so please take care of me,” she smiled with a non-dominant smile and said, “Oh, really? Then let’s have a lot of fun today.”

After receiving a full explanation, I took a shower alone and when I came out, Queen Mathilda was already switched on. She suddenly grabbed my hair and made me kneel on the floor in just my underwear.

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During the two hours I had reserved, I experienced the play as I was told to surrender myself to it, but I realized that it was impossible for me to open the door.

I wasn’t excited at all, and even though I desperately tried to remember having s3x with Madoka in my mind while getting a hand job, I couldn’t climax even once.

Even verbal abuse was impossible.

I imagined Madoka’s angry expression, but the more I was insulted, the more my irritation grew.

In the second half, I was desperately trying to suppress my anger, thinking, “Why did I come all the way here and pay to be called impotent by a woman I don’t even know?”

When the reserved time was up, Queen Matilda handed me a business card and said, “Sir, you might not be cut out for this. But if you’re still interested, feel free to come back.”

***

After leaving the store and returning to the coin parking lot, when I took the car keys out of my pocket, a business card of Queen Matilda, which had been stuffed in my pocket, fell out.

Sighing, I picked it up and thought, “Does Madoka have a business card like this too, and gives it to customers?” and I became inexplicably angry.

I crumpled the business card and slammed it onto the ground with all my might, paid for the parking, got in the car, and went straight home.

It’s impossible.

I can’t keep up with Madoka.

Not only did I realize that I didn’t have the qualities of an M, but after actually experiencing SM play, thinking “Madoka has been doing this for five years,” I could only feel contempt.

Moreover, despite trying to think positively about marrying Madoka and going through the trouble of researching and traveling to a distant store, all I felt was humiliation.

I went to a brothel, couldn’t even ejaculate, and my pride as a man was hurt.

And the deciding factor was imagining Madoka handing a business card to a customer. The image of her, who had just been giving that old man’s p*nis a handjob, handing over a business card with a bright sales smile and saying “Come again,” was utterly nauseating. But it was just an imagination.

At this point, I felt, “Why do I have to make the effort? Whether it’s the private investigator or this time with the escort service, why should I have to pay out of my own pocket?” and made my decision.

I will stop the wedding.

And then, I will break up with Madoka.

When I made that decision, surprisingly, I felt more at ease.

That night, when I got home and took a shower, I was able to fall asleep easily without relying on alcohol.