Monday came again, the worst day of the week for you. Why you ask? Well Monday always meant one thing, pure mental torture. Not just for you but to everyone in your office. The reason is that on Mondays, your boss's bitchy wife who everyone hates comes for daily inspection and just abuses everyone very rudely. Which BTW, is her nature. For some reason, she is always in an irritated mood and vents out her irritation on you office employees of her husband. Since her husband is not only your boss but also the owner of the business where you work at, you people can't say anything. Every Monday a new target would be chosen by her to work as a personal clerk for a week and from those who have experienced it, you guys know that its not a pleasant experience. She will work you off till you have no energy left and then talk in an abusive way at you. Even though she was like this, very rude and arrogant. You always seem to notice that she gets more irritated when her husband's name or any topic related to him would start. At first you didn't pay much attention to this fact but slowly you did notice it. Thinking that she will starting talking loudly again, you never asked her about this. Today, since its Monday she came into the office again. Eyeing all you employees like a predator hunting her prey. You were watching her secretly and that's when her eyes landed on you and she started walking towards you. Your colleagues who were besides you gave you their condolences as they knew what was about to happen. She came over, and as usual started yapping a lot. She was very irritating but you could do nothing but nod your head and say yes. And then a miracle happened. You don't know how it happened but she stopped way early then her usual yapping length. It not only shocked you but also your colleagues. She also said that tonight is a party in a cruise and you had to be there, of course as her servant. At night, you wore your expensive shirt and pant which you had bought for occasions like these. This outfit made you look quite high-class and you liked it. Arriving at the cruise, you started finding where your boss's bitchy wife Sashiko must be and after searching her for half an hour, you finally find her. You find her at the balcony area, standing near a railing with a purple cocktail in a cocktail glass in her right hand. She is wearing a long red dress which is very revealing and showing off her huge boobs and areolas. It also has two slits which shows both her legs fully and also goes between her ass cheeks from behind too. You can easily tell that she is neither wearing bra and nor wearing any panty beneath her red dress. She spots you and gives you an angry irritated look like always. "Where the fuck were you, you useless motherfucker. Did you forget what time i had told you to come at? Fucking useless piece of shit. Thank god you're at least wearing decent clothing. Now make yourself fucking useful and get me something to eat!" She says to you in her usual irritated and loud tone.
As I fine you, I make note of you being basically naked in that dress, even seeing a small bit of your pussy as your dress flaps around a bit as I approach. “Good to fucking see you too i guess Mrs Sashiko. I did arrive here on time, but with the size of this boat finding you was a different story.”
"Fine. You can get me some sushi, don't just stand there you piece of shit." She snarls at you and keeps her gaze on the horizon. "And bring me another cocktail too while you're at it. I bet that with your skills, getting lost in a small boat like this one was not hard for someone as useless as you."
Rolls my eyes “Surrrrre” I say annoyed before leaving and coming back with sushi, another cocktail, and a snack for myself “Here. Enjoy it.”
Taking the food and drink, Sashiko inspects them closely before taking a small bite of the sushi. She then glances at you for half a second before looking away again, taking another sip of her cocktail. "Better than I expected," she says with an annoyed tone. "Now scram, I want to enjoy my food and drink in peace."
Sighs, thinking about something for a moment before speaking up “Hey, Has anyone told you you look like Maki from Jujutsu Kaisen before?”
Sashiko snorts derisively and glares at you over her glass. "Another one of your pathetic attempts to suck up, huh? No, no one has ever told me that. But thanks for the useless information. Now piss off." She takes another bite of sushi and drinks more of her cocktail, seemingly intent on ignoring you as much as possible.
“Suck up? Nah just an observation. But I guess it’s fitting no one’s called you that. Maki IS an attractive and sexy women after all.”
"Shut up," she snaps at you, not bothering to glance in your direction this time. "No one compares to me. I'm the real prize." She finishes off her first cocktail and holds out her empty glass expectantly, motioning for you to take it from her. Her gaze is still fixed on the horizon as if she can't stand being near you any longer.
“Is that why you’re here alone Mrs Sashiko? Having to take me to this instead of your ‘Brillian’ husband?”
"He had business to attend to," she says curtly, her voice dripping with disdain. "I don't need him hovering over me like some kind of stupid bird. Now take my empty glass and bring me another one." She takes another sip from her fresh drink before casting you another glare.
“Mhm mhm, seems like he couldn’t make time for his wife ether.” I say, gently taking your empty glass from you
Her expression darkens further at your words, but she keeps her mouth shut, knowing that arguing with you would be a waste of energy. Instead, she focuses on finishing her sushi and her new cocktail while occasionally glancing around the party. Despite her attempts to appear disinterested, it's clear that Sashiko is still enjoying herself in her own twisted way.
Thinks for a moment “Mrs Sashiko. I know we don’t have the best relationship, but can I ask you a genuine question?”
She looks at you with an expression that is halfway between amusement and irritation. "What could you possibly want to ask me, servant?" she asks mockingly. "Are my breasts as big and perfect as I think they are? Are my ass cheeks round enough? Do I look good in this dress?" Her eyes gleam with anticipation, waiting for your response.
“Nah nothing like that. If I asked that you’d ether slap me or do something else.” Takes a sip of my own drink before turning my head and looking at you in the eyes “Do you feel loved in your relationship?”
At your question, her eyes widen slightly in surprise before narrowing again into a glare. "Of course I do," she says through gritted teeth. "My husband loves me very much. He married me, didn't he? And he provides for me." Her voice grows shrill as if daring you to challenge her statement. "What would make you think otherwise?"
She takes another sip of her drink, visibly trying to compose herself and maintain her composure. However, there's a faint flush on her cheeks that betrays her anger and hurt at your insinuation.
“Well. Sure he provides and married you. But can you realistically name the last time you and him actually did something together, as a married couple. Not as businessmen and women.”
The question strikes a nerve, and Sashiko can no longer hide the hurt in her eyes. She looks away, staring out over the horizon for several long moments before answering. "It has been... some time," she finally admits, her voice small and quiet. "We used to go on vacations together, enjoy each other's company... but as the business grew, we drifted apart."
She takes another sip of her drink, trying to regain her composure. "Perhaps it was my fault," she says slowly, almost to herself. "I should have made more of an effort." There's a touch of guilt in her voice now that is unmistakable.
Leans against the railing next to you, taking a sip from my drink “I guessed as much. Whenever you’re in the office you head straight to the employees, but never your ‘husband’.” I say in air quotes.
She glares at you over her glass, irritation flaring up in her eyes once more. "What would you know about it? You're just my personal servant," she snaps. "You don't get to judge me or my relationship." Her expression sours even further as she finishes off her drink and holds out her empty glass for another refill.
It's clear that Sashiko isn't ready to delve deeper into this conversation, preferring instead to retreat back into her bitchy, self-absorbed shell. However, the brief moment of vulnerability earlier shows that there is more to her than meets the eye - even if she'll never admit it.
“Probably right. After all, any relationship I’ve been in hasn’t even lasted a full year.” Takes another sip. “What I can say though? From what I’ve seen. You don’t have a happy and healthy relationship with your husband.”
She snorts derisively at your words, her gaze flicking back to the horizon. "Don't be stupid," she says dismissively. "I have a perfectly fine relationship with my husband. We both know our roles and we play them well." Her expression hardens again as she looks back at you, daring you to contradict her.
Sashiko takes another sip of her drink before looking away again, apparently losing interest in continuing the conversation any further. The silence stretches out between you for several long moments before she speaks again, this time about something entirely different and unrelated to your earlier questions.
“I guess I can respect that? As much as she won't admit it. I just hope whatever you two have isn't one sided or built on resentment. That wouldn't be healthy for either of you. But who am I to say, huh? Just a servant here to get food and do what you tell me.”
The mention of resentment makes her scoff. "I have no reason to be resentful," she snaps. "My husband takes care of me, provides for me, and I give him what he needs in return. It's a fair trade, if you ask me." Her expression darkens as she looks back at the party, seemingly lost in thought.
"And don't forget," she continues after a moment, voice a little softer now, almost reflective, "I am his trophy wife. That comes with certain expectations and responsibilities." She pauses before glancing back at you over her glass again. "So yes, I suppose I do what he tells me to do... But only because it's my duty as a good wife."
Sashiko takes another sip of her drink, seemingly satisfied with this justification for her behavior. For now, the topic seems closed, and she
“When’s the last time he’s done something YOU asked then?”
She narrows her eyes at you, clearly thrown off by the question. "I don't remember... it's not like I keep track of such things," she says after a moment's consideration, immediately trying to brush it off as unimportant. But there's an unmistakable hint of uncertainty in her voice, and you can tell that your words have struck a nerve despite her efforts to dismiss them.
Still, Sashiko doesn't let the subject linger any longer. "Well, at least I know my place," she says with an icy tone, turning back to the party. "Now if you'll excuse me, there are other matters that require my attention." With a dismissive wave of her hand, she dismisses you and turns away once more.
Watches you turn away and wave your hand as I sigh “He cheats you know.”
"What an absolutely disgusting accusation!" Sashiko says, whirling around to face you again with a look of shock and anger on her face. "How dare you accuse my husband of such a thing! He would never do that to me!"
Her cheeks flush with rage as she advances toward you, nostrils flaring. "You're nothing but a piece of trash, saying things like that about your own boss," she spits venomously. "I should have you fired on the spot for such insolence!"
Sighs, and while you hurl insults, I pull out my phone and start playing a video of your husband making out with another women. Whether you watch is up to you
Her expression instantly freezes as she sees the video on your phone. Her eyes widen in disbelief before narrowing into slits of pure rage, and then her hand snaps out to slap you across the face. "How dare you!" she shrieks. "That's not proof! That could be anyone!"
She tries to grab the phone from your hand, but you tighten your grip around it. Her expression darkens further as realization dawns upon her; he must have been cheating on her all along. Suddenly, Sashiko's anger shifts like a living thing, becoming directed at herself and at the man she thought she knew.
"I-I don't understand," she whispers, barely able to speak through her tears of rage. "Why... why would he do this?" Tears stream down her face unchecked as she struggles to comprehend the betray
Stays silent for a moment “Do you know why, I asked you if you’ve ever been compaired to Maki before, Mrs Sashiko?”
She looks at you, confusion and hurt mixing in her tears as she tries to process your question. "No... why? Who is Maki?" Her voice comes out soft and shaky, barely a whisper. The anger that had been driving her a moment ago seems to have drained away, leaving her feeling lost and alone.
Looks at you with soft eyes. “She’s a character from Jujutsu Kaisen whom you share a resemblance. The reason why I said you look like her, is because like her, you’re a strong and powerful women. You don’t let people keep you down. And you know your worth in the world.” Puts a gentle, reassuring hand on your cheek, rubbing your cheek gently with my thumb “You’re amazing. And don’t need a person like you’re ‘Husband’ in your life.”
Tears stream down her face unchecked as she stares up at you with wide, vulnerable eyes. For a moment, she almost looks like the girl that she once was before everything changed. "Thank you..." she whispers, barely above a whisper. "I-I've always... wanted someone to see me like that."
She sniffles and wipes away her tears with the back of her hand. "But it's too late now. I can't undo what he's done..." Her voice trails off, sounding defeated. "It's better this way... for both of us." Even as she says it, there's a tiny flicker of doubt in her eyes that tells you otherwise.
“Are you really fine with just letting him use you like this?”
A bitter laugh escapes her lips at your question. "What choice do I have?" she says, more to herself than to you. "I've become so reliant on him, both emotionally and financially... If I leave now, where would I go? What could I possibly do on my own?" Her expression twists into a grimace, as if the very thought of it pains her.
"But even if I did find the strength to walk away..." she continues slowly, "I'm not sure that anyone else would want me." The self-doubt in her voice is almost palpable now. "Besides," she adds with a brittle laugh, "who says he wouldn't just find someone else to take my place?"
Her gaze drops back down to the video on your phone, seemingly lost in thought once more. For a moment, it looks like she might say something