Chapter 1

My wife was 28 years old and, as I am sure you could tell if you saw her, she had a proud, stuck-up look if she didn’t smile. Yun was everything a man could possibly want in a wife. She was beautiful, had a hot body, dressed well and looked classy no matter what she did. Yun had a kind of aura that just drew men to her, a kind of sex appeal that was magnified by the way she looked at people with those mesmerising eyes of hers. You might attribute that to makeup, eyeliner and what not, but I knew better.

Even without heavy makeup, there was something about Yun’s eyes that made her irresistible to men. She had seductive eyes. Not many people knew the importance of this, choosing - not wrongly - to pay attention instead to the breasts or tight bubble-butt of the females they desire. Eyes in a female were in fact the defining feature for sexual selection. Everything else would fade away into insignificance if a woman did not have the right kind of eyes. The Japanese had got it right in a way, when they depict the characters in manga and anime with unnaturally large eyes. Yun’s eyes were literal pools to the soul, deep and wide enough to drown you in unawareness until you found yourself with penis firmly clamped in vagina.

And as if that were not enough, I have not even started on her figure. Her hourglass figure was the envy of many. Her curves accentuated by the way she carried herself with confidence and grace. Her full breasts were another focal point, perfectly proportioned to her slender waist, drawing the eyes of both men and women wherever she went. Men would stare without realising, while women would shoot her dagger-like stares of envy. How did you know your wife was desirable? How could you tell? It was not just by feeling, it was by things that actually happened on a regular basis. If Yun went to a club, without fail, she would get approached by men. Even drinking at a wine bar saw her being approached by a high-net-worth individual looking to keep her as his mistress. Then there were her sniped photos, posted on online forums of the lifestyle variety as well as the seedier ones. Deepfakes of her in the nude were plenty, and there was even a dedicated thread about her by men who said they wanted to bend her over and just give her a good humping. Some even claimed to have done it before. I knew most of them were lies. Just faceless men trying to stroke their own egos just because they knew some personal details and had a glimpse into Yun’s life.

What about upskirts you said? Of course. That was one of the most sure-fire ways to determine if you were desirable in Singapore - having upskirt pictures of you taken while riding the MRT to work. When Yun was at university, her underwear at her hostel was stolen on a monthly basis. Going a few years back to junior college and secondary school, she even had boys stealing her PE attire just to sniff it. Her phone was always buzzing with messages, and her social media chat was filled with perverts sending her weird stuff.

Growing up with such attention made her a rather proud woman. Yun had always been aware of her allure - the power she held over those around her with just a glance. And maybe because she always got the attention of alpha males, it indirectly drove her to choose someone like me. Yes, I was not embarrassed to say that I am a beta. In fact, I honestly thought that lady luck shit on me by accident. I was okay looking, definitely not in the league of the other men looking to date Yun, but I was still presentable.