Auctioned by My Wife

Sensing the threat, Damien suddenly threw himself on the ground and screamed in pain, “Ouch! Sora, he kicked me!”

Sora immediately turned around and helped him off the floor. Then, she jabbed a kick at me.

“You punk! How dare you hurt Damien?! I’m going to make you pay for that!”

I was numb with pain as I stared at Sora. My hands and feet were bound so tightly I could hardly move an inch. How was I supposed to hurt Damien?

She had become completely blinded to facts.

“Use every other device you have on him!’

After shouting one last instruction to the staff, she helped Damien back to the observation deck.

Then, the staff lit a candle and used it to drip scorching wax all over the red streaks on my body left behind by the whip.

I screamed in agony when I felt the heat of the wax singe my already inflamed skin. The staff showed no mercy and continued to drip the wax all over my body.

They used a total of eighteen different torture devices on me. Toward the end, my body was covered with bruises all over to the point where even the audience could not stomach the sight of it.

“Ever since the auction hall was founded, nobody has ever endured all eighteen torture devices!

“Usually, they would use only one or two at most until the auctioneer decides to take the man away. This person is very unlucky because he tried to pose as Mrs. Vanderbilt’s husband.”

“He should have known better than to impersonate her husband when she snuck out of the house to be here! Her husband is the last person she wants to see!”

Meanwhile, Sora and Damien were passionately making out in the stands.

After they were done making out, Damien held Sora tightly and asked coyly while darting a look at me, “Sora, what are you going to do with that man? Since you paid for him, he’s yours for the night.”

Sora wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. “I already told you I came to be with you today. What do you think we should do with him?”

Damien shot a vicious look at me. “Since he’s so desperate for money, you should give him to one of your bodyguards who likes having a boy toy. If you pay him a hundred thousand for each man he serves, he’s going to have enough money to feed himself for the rest of his life.”

With that, Sora snapped her fingers and called out to her bodyguards, “You’ve heard Damien. You all can do whatever you want with this man.”

As soon as she said so, her phone rang. Upon answering the call, her expression dropped, and she cried out in a panicked voice, “How could he possibly be missing? He was fine just now! Hurry up and find him!”

I turned to her and tried to tell her I was right here.

However, she was already rushing out of the venue with Damien.

Meanwhile, the bodyguards excitedly came backstage to untie the ropes from my hands and feet.

They dragged me to a secluded room where I found myself surrounded by dozens of them. I felt countless pairs of hands fondling me all over.

Since they were Sora's personal bodyguards, I recognized most of them. These were the same men I saw from day to day! I had to exert all of my remaining energy to get them to stop. "Stop it… It’s me, Cleo Brown…"

One of them removed my mask and whistled. “Wow! He looks just like Mr. Brown!”

“Such a pity that you have to live a very different life from Mr. Brown. While he is being pampered by Mrs. Vanderbilt, you have to serve us, hahaha…”

“Me first! He sure looks good. You’re not going to be able to find anyone like him on the streets.”

Just as they took off their pants and prepared to escalate things, the door was kicked open.

It was Sora who shouted in a horrified voice, “All of you, stop right there!”