Chapter 4

As we made our way to the car, the realisation of my own fetish weighed heavily on me. The arousal I felt at the prospect of my wife being with other men was undeniable and I couldn’t help but feel conflicted. On one hand, the thought of her being desired and appreciated by another man was exhilarating, yet on the other, the thought of her being with someone else sent shards of jealousy through my veins. Despite the uncomfortable and disconcerting nature of the situation, I couldn’t deny the fact that his comment had awakened a hidden desire within me - a fetish that I had never before acknowledged or even considered. The thought of my wife serving other men for money, of her being an object of desire for people far more successful and powerful than I, sent a surge of arousal through me. I couldn’t help but think of her naked body, submitting to other men, their hands and lips exploring her in ways that I had never been able to. It was a taboo that I had never even contemplated, yet in that moment, I found myself unable to shake the image from my mind. The more I thought about it, the harder my erection became.

A few minutes later, we were on our way to the airport. A black Toyota Alphard came to pick us up. The driver did not say a word, he was just sitting there in his seat with a cigarette in his mouth. Akito got in the front while his friends took the two seats in the middle row, leaving Yun and I to squeeze into the last row. I held my wife’s hand and I could feel her trembling. Her hands were icy cold and she still had a hard time coming to terms with what was happening.

When we arrived at the airport, to our surprise, we were not the only ones headed to Japan for that special client. About a dozen other black MPVs like the one we travelled in were dropping off other couples and girls, some of them looked as distressed as we were, while some girls looked like they were about to head overseas for some partying. I saw a couple whose husband was pleading with the wife not to go ahead with the decision; he was practically crying, but she held firm with her decision. That lady walked proudly into the terminal while chaperoned by other men in black suits. Then I saw another couple where both of them looked like they had been crying during the entire journey to the airport. Compared to them, Yun and I did not look that bad considering what we went through back home. I spotted a couple of girls in obvious distress, some of them were young, probably only just hitting 18 years old. They looked lost as they were herded like sheep to the slaughterhouse. My observations were put to an end when Akito handed us our passports.

Akito: Check-in and get your boarding pass. We will meet you in Japan. More instructions will be given to you when you arrive. And if for any reason you are not on that plane, or you try to escape, or you try to call and contact anyone, the video I took will be up on the internet. Is that clear?

Yun and I nodded.

Akito: Alright then, please enjoy your trip.

He smiled and directed us towards the line that was forming up in front of one of the check-in counters although it did not have an airline name displayed. The line was flanked by several men holding Japan tourism flags like they were tour guides ushering us for a trip. Yun and I lined up behind a group of girls who looked like they were a group of K-pop hopefuls vying for a chance to go for an audition. They were probably in their early twenties and still in university. They laughed about the free holiday their so-called sugar daddy sponsored along with the spending money. They probably didn’t know what they were getting themselves into.