Tsuma Ni Damatte Sokubaikai Ni Ikun Ja Nakatta Game -

He told himself it wasn't a lie. It was a tactical omission. Yuki was asleep by 10 PM. He'd be back by 1 AM. She'd never know.

The next morning, he woke up alone. On his pillow: a note. "The divorce papers arrive Monday. Keep the synth. You'll need something to sleep with." tsuma ni damatte sokubaikai ni ikun ja nakatta game

Now, a rumor whispered that his MS-20—the very one with the cigarette burn near the filter knob—was on the block. He told himself it wasn't a lie

And that, Kenji learned too late, was the real auction—the one where you bid your marriage, and the house always wins. Kenji learned too late

Silence. The gavel hit a wooden crate. "Sold."

"Seventy."

Kenji's hand trembled. He raised his number.