After My Wife Made Me Lick Cream Off a Client, She Regretted It Too Late

Every time my sugar mommy spends the night at her male assistant’s place, she gives me a building. In the two years since we got married, I’ve amassed 96 commercial buildings across the city. Each one represents another time she hurt me. When she handed me the deed to the 97th building, her female assistant immediately sent me a video to gloat. “So what if Yao gives you money? I’m the one who has his heart and his body. “So what if you’re an international supermodel? You still can’t even sleep with a woman!” I didn’t get into a fight with her. Instead, I thoughtfully sent my wife a set of the new Victoria’s Secret lingerie from the runway collection. My wife couldn’t get enough of it that night, and rewarded me by taking me to a gathering of the wealthy. During a party game, her male assistant lost three rounds in a row and was told to lick the cream off a rich woman’s thigh. He smashed a bottle and held the jagged glass to his neck, swearing he’d rather die than do it. “Yao, I won’t let anyone humiliate me!” My usually cold-hearted wife panicked and begged me to take his place. “It’s just licking off some cream. I promise that after this, I’ll come home and spend time with you.” Everyone was waiting to laugh at me, but I quietly agreed without making a fuss. She didn’t know this was the 97th time she’d hurt me. I didn’t want to be her kept man anymore. I was just waiting to repay the debt I owed him for saving my life. After that, we’d have nothing more to do with each other.