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Chapter 22 Extra 1 Part 2

According to the knowledge I had acquired in health class and other courses prior to that, men’s minds and bodies were more naive than women’s, so we had to be gentle and careful when we touched them.

Men who would immediately get erections simply from being pressed by women in nude and could have sex two or three times could only be seen in unrealistic lewd manga or novels.

In reality, once they ejaculated, you had to wait for a while. Regardless of whether the woman was satisfied or not, only once a night was recommended.

What turned that common sense around was my sex with Sakuya-san.

His dick was so huge and magnificent, unlike what I had imagined.

It had a large protruding glans and a steep neck. With blood vessels popping in it, it was rugged to the touch.

I have heard that when a man has an erection, the average size will be about 10 cm, but his was about twice that size, I guess?

The balls also had a profound heaviness to them, which told me how boundless the vigor he had.

It is said that a man’s penis is an important organ for making a woman feel good and impregnating her, but Sakuya-san’s was a lethal weapon that drove women crazy and turned them into mere females.

In the end, I was at his mercy that night, with him ejaculating twice as I sucked him off while sandwiching his dick between my boobs, and three times inside my vagina.

As for me, I lost count after cumming for the tenth time. I mean, I ended up passing out a few times along the way, after all.

My tryst with Sakuya-san was not a one-time event, but continued after that.

Sometimes I was invited to a suite in a luxury hotel, and sometimes to a villa by the sea.

We spent many passionate nights together.

It was worth it, I should say, as by the end of the year, I found out that I was pregnant.

When I resolved myself and confessed to Sakuya-san, he was very happy and promised to take me as his 18th wife upon my graduation!

If I had to put it into words, at that moment, I felt like I was in a dream. I mean, both of them were the greatest happiness for women, after all.

Of course, my parents were happy too. My mother even cried with happiness and hugged me.

After graduating from high school, I officially entered married life.

Since he had 18 wives, including me, we went with the system of living in groups of three in Tokyo, where Sakuya-san would move from one group to another regularly.

The reason for this, apparently, was that if he were to gather all the wives together in one place, as was the case in the old imperial palace, he would inevitably treat them unfairly or the wives would end up starting a factional war among themselves.

It seems that the wives, including the half-breeds, were as much as possible grouped based on how close their hometowns were, and the two with whom I ended up living together were Emanuela, a large and cheerful Italian, and Suzanna, a Finn.

Emanuela was 20 years old, two years older than me. Her black hair being wavy and her breasts being huge was similar to mine, which gave me a sense of kinship with her.

Suzanna was 17 years old, one year younger than me. She was a petite and sweet girl, like a fairy, and her glossy, long straight platinum blonde hair was so beautiful.

When Sakuya-san visited, we would share a bed with him, so if the wives who lived together were on edge with each other, he would not keep them company.

So, perhaps the intention was to compel us to naturally get along with each other.

However, given that we were close in age, we quickly became friends, though.

Besides, as I was expecting my first childbirth, having Emanuela, who had had experience with it, by my side was reassuring.

Elena, who was born there, was a girl with chestnut hair and skin as white as snow.

She had inherited Sakuya-san’s features so strongly, so I was convinced she would grow up to be an amazing beauty in the future.

Including Suzanna, who was pregnant six months later than I was, we lived a happy life as three mother-child pairs.

It seems that at that time, Sakuya-san was living a very busy life.

As Japan followed Europe’s example and promoted a number of reforms to combat various issues such as population decline, men’s rights, and improving opportunities for men and women to mingle with each other, Sakuya-san, who was not only comfortable to be in front of large groups of women but also had a good head on his shoulders, was in great demand. After all, as he had been appointed as the advisor of the special national committee as well as semi governmental corporation, he had to attend the meetings.

But no matter how busy he was, he would occasionally make a move on a new girl, which was so exasperating that we could not help but laugh it off.

Sakuya-san was that kind of person, but he always made sure to stay at his wives’ house at night.

So that it would not be unfair, he properly stayed at each house, one at a time, in turn.

Even so, as the number of wives increased, perhaps it was inevitable for the wives to end up starting to compete with each other.

So much that there is even a saying 「When three people get together, a faction is born」, humans cannot escape conflict.

The Japanese group, which had the largest number of members, had their own individual differences, but they properly made it clear with each other, while we from the European group, who were newcomers and in the minority, were reserved.

However, the American and Chinese wives were very close in number, and it seemed that they had been competing with each other on various fronts since a few years prior.

It happened two and a half years after my marriage.

When he took a Chinese-American girl as his 20th wife, they had a big fight over which group she belonged to.

In the end, because she had always admired American culture and wanted to live in a Western-style mansion, the 17-year-old girl decided to join the American group.

And that ended up serving as the trigger.

From what I heard later on from people who were there and from news reports….

It seems that the day the girl was supposed to move in, the Chinese wives came barging in, cursing and interfering with her move.

Worse, as they broke into the house with brooms and sticks in their hands, the American wives, who at first tried to deal with them calmly, hardened their attitude as well.

And it ended up developing from a mere quarrel into a brawl with weapons in their hands.

It was said that when Sakuya-san arrived at the scene after receiving the news by phone, one of the Chinese wives, who were at disadvantage due to their size, cut at one of the opposing wives with the kitchen knife she had secretly carried, and then went toward the girl who was the root of this incident.

Sakuya-san, who rushed over to the rescue, quickly protected the girl.

It would have been nice if he had been a normal man. After all, that way, he would be afraid of a place where women were fighting each other, and there was no way he would ever approach it.

However, for some reason, he had a principle where he had to protect women.

Because of this, the knife, which was thrust out with so much force, ended up piercing through Sakuya-san’s abdomen.

As the wife’s face turned pale after realizing the mess she had caused, Sakuya-san did not get angry at her.

Rather, it seems that he just smiled and said…

「Geez, how big of a dummy could you be? Rather than fighting like this, I could have just kept you all company at once, though….」

Those ended up being Sakuya-san’s last words.

At the time, Sakuya-san’s death caused a huge uproar, not only in Japan but also abroad, because his name was so well known.

When the Chinese wife in question, who had accidentally stabbed him with a kitchen knife, learned that Sakuya-san had breathed his last in spite of the doctor’s strenuous nursing after being rushed to the hospital, she shook off the police officers, ran up the stairs, climbed over the fence on the rooftop, and threw herself down.

Including failed attempts, countless other women had also attempted suicide due to the shock of his death.

Crowds of 100,000 to 200,000 people gathered to attend his funeral.

We – the 19 wives, as one had taken her own life, who attended the funeral – dispersed and stayed in hotels instead of returning to our houses to escape the media coverage.

But then I realized something. That was the fact that I was pregnant.

At a time like this, the only place I could rely on was my parents’ house.

It was just that, even when I went back to my parents’ house, the media started coming over, so I asked my aunt on my father’s side to allow me to take refuge at the hot spring inn in izu she was running.

I had the inheritance that had already been divided by the number of wives, so I didn’t have to worry about money.

And the one who was born there was, to my surprise, a boy.

It seemed that Sakuya-san’s children were mostly girls, so I heard he was especially happy when a boy was born.

For that boy to be born after things got to this point.

I could not help but feel sad that I could no longer share the news with Sakuya-san, the father.