Auctioning Her Virgin Husband
Five years into our marriage, every time I accidentally brushed against my wife's skin, she would punish me by making me kneel in a tub of disinfectant while reciting the Code of Male Conduct.
Then one day, I noticed a suspicious red mark on her collarbone and instinctively reached out to touch it.
Even though she lost her temper, stormed out, and slammed the door behind her, she surprisingly didn't punish me afterward.
Naively, I thought she was finally starting to tolerate my touch.
But the next day, my virginity was listed in an auction attended by wealthy heiresses from Lowarke City's elite—scheduled to be sold off two days later.
Rachel Bloom's friends leered at my photo as they calculated how much they'd bid, while she stood by completely indifferent, scrubbing herself over and over with disinfectant.
"Rupert kissed that spot, and Michael dared to touch it? Who does he think he is? Just looking at him makes me sick."