Auctioned by My Wife

Everyone knew I was the man the richest woman in Tova City adored most. She spoiled me constantly, giving me everything I wanted and following my every lead.

One day, after waking up from a nap, I found myself tied up at an auction house.

On the stage sat my wife, surrounded by her group of friends.

One of them laughed and asked, "Sora, how did you find time to bring Damien out today? Everyone says you're so obsessed with your husband Cleo now that you don't have time for Damien anymore."

Sora looked at the man next to her before expressing wryly, "Cleo hasn't been feeling well lately, so I've been home taking care of him. Damien's been throwing a fit about it, so I figured I'd make time to bring him out today."

I squirmed desperately, trying to get Sora's attention so she would help me.

She finally noticed me, but all she did was slowly raise her bidding sign. "Number nine won't stop squirming. He looks like a real handful. One million dollars! I'm picking him."

The crowd roared with laughter. “Sora, when it comes to passion, nobody can compare to that person next to you!”

While everyone was looking on with jest, Damien placed his hand suggestively on Sora's shoulder.

Sora turned toward him and wrapped her arms around him. Then, they began to make out passionately on the spot. After they were done, she declared proudly, “It’s not the same. He only shows that side of him to me, which is why I figured I’d put it on display for everyone to see.”

I simply could not believe that the promiscuous woman on the stage was my wife.

I had always thought of her as a shy lady who was embarrassed by the mere idea of holding hands. Her innocence was the reason I chose to marry her among the other suitors, despite her relatively lowly background.

I even used my family's influence to help her until she ascended the ranks and became the wealthiest woman in Tova City. I could not believe she betrayed me and cheated on me.

The staff dragged me on stage while the fox mask was still strapped to my face. They tied my limbs to an iron frame before removing the thin piece of fabric covering my body, leaving me exposed in front of the audience.

They used a tape measure on me, and the measurements of my bust, waist, and hip were displayed on a large screen behind me.

I felt humiliated by what was happening. I tried to break free, but I couldn’t move at all. All I could do was listen with despair as the crowd made all sorts of comments about me.

“He has a nice body. I’m getting all hot and steamy looking at him.”

“His measurements are perfect! He looks majestic down there, too.”

“With a body like that, he wouldn't have much trouble finding customers. Why would he even bother enlisting for