Your Assigned Dutiful Wife Has Arrived

Don't give me someone who'll be blown over by a gust of wind. They need a sturdy build, a big chest, a slim waist, a round, pert butt, and long legs. Oh, and a pretty face too. That's the kind that's best to fuck.

Don't give me someone who's fussy, calculating, and spoiled. They should be honest, obedient, and preferably a little dim, but not stupid. I hate idiots. I'm busy running around all day, and I don't have time to coddle anyone.

Don't come here thinking you're another master of this house. Know your place, be hardworking, and when you see me come home, take off my coat and bring me my slippers. You'd better be an excellent cook...

Because he didn't want to get married, much less have the government assign him a spouse, the top deliberately wrote what he thought were impossibly unreasonable requirements on his application. He successfully avoided getting married.

Until one day, the doorbell rang, and a huge box sat outside.

"Hello. Your assigned wife has arrived."

Before he could sign for the delivery, the person who'd brought his wife had already disappeared.

His first reaction was to return his wife, so he didn't open the box to look. He immediately contacted someone to find out how to send her back, and failed to notice that...

A beefy bottom, dressed in skimpy clothes that left every curve on display, with a huge, full chest, a slim, strong waist, a round, pert butt, and long, straight legs, felt terribly uncomfortable. Using brute force, he crawled out, his face red.

"It's so hot."

Blurb written on February 23, 2026

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