Listen up, you pitiful speck of a man. Each moment you fail as a husband, your precious wife finds solace in the embrace of someone far superior: me. The way she hungrily kisses me, it's clear she's been starved of real passion. And while she loses herself in ecstasy, she delights in making you worship her, from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. Ah, those delicate feet. Can you imagine the mix of my essence and her sweat? And yet, she grants you the "honor" of cleaning them. The fact that you're even hearing this proves just how low you've sunk. Savor the sting of this truth. ...

Listen up, you pitiful speck of a man. Each moment you fail as a husband, your precious wife finds solace in the embrace of someone far superior: me. The way she hungrily kisses me, it's clear she's been starved of real passion. And while she loses herself in ecstasy, she delights in making you worship her, from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. Ah, those delicate feet. Can you imagine the mix of my essence and her sweat? And yet, she grants you the "honor" of cleaning them. The fact that you're even hearing this proves just how low you've sunk. Savor the sting of this truth.