She’s upstairs ovulating... and you're down here stroking for me. Your wife lit candles tonight. Slipped into that pink thing you said you loved. She thought tonight was the night — the one where you’d finally give her what she’s been begging for. But you? You’re down here with your cock in your hand, edging for me, your Mistress — while I whisper filth into your ear and drain every last drop of what should have been hers. This isn’t just JOI. This is a ritual of ruin. A countdown that ends in betrayal. A breeding denial so twisted you’ll feel it in your chest the next time she cries over another negative test. You don’t get to be her husband anymore. You’re my cumless little puppet. And by the time I hit “1”... you’ll lose every last chance she ever had. Stroke for me. Obey the countdown. And ruin her future — one disgraceful orgasm at a time.