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Chapter 58: The Day of Unity 

My wife and the man drew even closer, and both the man's hand that had been kneading my wife's breast and my wife's hand that had been holding the man's penis dropped away. Their bodies pressed completely together, swaying and rubbing against each other. It seemed as if they were looking at each other, but with unfocused eyes that didn't truly see. 

The man's limp hand, which had been swinging weakly, wrapped around my wife's body and embraced her. My wife's hand also wrapped around his body. The man's hand grabbed my wife's buttocks, and my wife's hand slid down to touch the man's firm buttocks. The man was taller than my wife, so he looked down at her while she looked up at him. The two continued to sway, holding each other. 

Then the man stuck out his tongue, licking my wife's forehead and the bridge of her nose with his long tongue. My wife kept smiling and closed her eyes. When his tongue paused at the tip of her nose, she opened her eyes and looked at him with that same unfocused gaze. The man's hand kept holding my wife's buttocks, and my wife's hand, which had been on his back, slid down to his firm buttocks. 

Because their bodies were pressed together, the man's penis was in contact with my wife's lower abdomen. But as I had seen before, when inhaling this smoke, the men do not get erections. Among all the men here dancing and rubbing their bodies together, none appeared to be erect. 

The man's tongue, which had been licking my wife's forehead, went back into his mouth, and my wife turned her head and rested it on the man's shoulder. Naturally, my wife ended up facing me. Although her eyes were open, there was no focus on my face. She didn't seem to recognize me at all. Even so, it was uncomfortable to look into my wife's face as she was held in another man's arms. I quietly moved behind and to the side of the man. I saw my wife's hand stroking the man's buttocks, trying to slip between them, but his muscles were so firm she couldn't. 

I kept telling myself: right now, my wife is under the influence of a psychoactive substance, and these actions have no sexual meaning. And selfishly, I thought that at the end of this ordeal, my secure future awaited me. 

After a while, the drumming began to slow. The people who had been pressing and rubbing their bodies together started to separate one by one. My wife and the man also separated, smiling at each other. Still, my wife's eyes were unfocused. The drumming slowed further, and people began to stagger away from the group like zombies. Unlike last time, the smoke still hung thickly, making it hard to see. 

The man who had been in front of my wife drifted away as if nothing had happened. Left alone, my wife swayed side to side, looking very unsteady, as if she might collapse at any moment. I approached her. When I grabbed her shoulder, she turned to look at me but didn't recognize me at all. I supported her and took her home. 

When I laid her down, she fell asleep immediately. I noticed her loincloth was missing. I went back to the square where she'd been, but not only there-there were loincloths scattered all over. It seemed impossible to find hers among so many. I thought about just picking up any one, but then remembered seeing villagers making and washing new loincloths near the water and alcohol jars. I went there, grabbed a new one, and headed home. 

When I entered our house, I froze. When I had left, only my wife was lying there. Now, several people were inside-a woman and two men, all villagers. The woman and one man were lying apart, but another unfamiliar man was lying behind my wife, embracing her as she slept, his hand gripping her breast. All four seemed unconscious. 

I walked over to where the man was lying with my wife. He, too, had discarded his loincloth and was pressing his lower body against my wife's buttocks. He was holding her breast, but my wife seemed completely unaware. Both seemed asleep, but the man's hand on her breast moved occasionally. I didn't know what to do and just stared at them. 

I set the new loincloth beside my wife and crouched down next to her. After a few minutes, my wife turned over in her sleep, ending up lying on her back. The man's hand, which had been on her breast, dropped to her thigh. My wife still seemed completely unconscious, and the man didn't appear to be pretending to sleep. 

The man's hand, which had been kneading her breast, began to gently knead her thigh. I checked the man's penis, just in case-sure enough, it was limp. If he were pretending to sleep while touching her, he would have been erect, but there was no reaction at all. 

The man's hand, stroking her thigh, gradually moved up and unhesitatingly touched her vulva. My wife didn't react at all. Even though her husband was sitting right next to her, she didn't respond, which meant she was either deeply asleep or still under the influence of the smoke. 

The man covered her pubic mound with his palm and slipped his middle finger between her outer labia. His hand barely moved, and my wife didn't stir at all. 

I watched the two of them, my heart pounding. There was really no way to describe this situation. Two people, completely unconscious, their bodies acting without awareness. There was no one to blame. And yet, why was I so excited I thought my chest would burst? Without understanding my own feelings, I just kept watching. 

I had barely slept the night before, so my eyes kept drooping. Maybe it was also the effect of the two drinks I had to avoid the addiction of the smoke, but my penis was fully erect. It was a strange situation. In the end, I lay down beside my wife and the man. I was on her left, the man on her right. As soon as I lay down, my eyelids grew heavy. I closed my eyes naturally. 

I woke to a rustling sound. I must have fallen asleep as soon as I closed my eyes. Out of habit, I didn’t open my eyes right away. The sound I heard was definitely from right next to me, and I remembered the scene of my wife and the villager before I fell asleep. My heart was pounding, but luckily I was lying on my side, so my erection wasn’t visible. 

I cautiously opened my eyes a sliver. It seemed the sun hadn’t risen yet. In front of me, lying on their backs, were the two people, different from how they’d been when I fell asleep. My wife was still lying flat on her back, and the villager was also lying flat on his back, looking at the ceiling. Even as they shifted positions, the man still had his hand on my wife’s vulva. 

The rustling sound I’d heard was from my wife. The man seemed to still be in a deep sleep, but my wife, without moving her body, was turning her head this way and that, as if assessing the situation. 

She turned her head toward me, checking if I was asleep. I did my best to pretend to be asleep, even letting my mouth hang open a little. When she looked at my face, I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be truly asleep. I could feel her staring at me, unmoving. 

After a while, I heard the sound of her head turning away. There were leaves under her head, so when she turned, there was a rustling noise. She stared at the villager’s face for a long time, then moved her gaze to the man’s hand resting on her vulva.