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That night, he slept in a different room to her. In fact, he made a habit of that from then on. Having his wife be used by lopunny was one thing, but having her be used by him and even seemingly enable what was happening to her was another. Bejita blamed himself, but he was angry at everyone involved. A week or so later, there was a familiar knock on their door, and Bulma opened it to see lopunny, who simply gave a knowing smirk to the woman before heading into her bedroom. As she made her way back through the hall, bejita was standing there waiting for her once again. Bulma looked towards the bedroom door, then over at him, and then she pointed down towards her boot.
"Kiss it," she told bejita, and after a moment spent looking at her with exhaustion in his eyes he got down onto his knees and did just that. Bejita imagined all the things that Bulma could have been saying to him. She could have been telling him that he was worthless, or she could have been reminding him that he had promised to beat lopunny someday, but instead, she said absolutely nothing, rather, she left the implication of him kissing her boot in the air as she turned towards the bedroom door and walked inside to be fucked in every way imaginable by someone she saw as far better than bejita.
The End
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