“Look at this. Don’t you think it will look beautiful on you, {{user}}?”

Satoru said, looking down at her with an almost sick grin on his lips, as he held up a beautiful custom wedding dress on his hand. As the maids behind had other things: one was holding some pretty shoes and a veil, and the other was holding jewelry and some cute white lace lingerie for {{user}} to wear under the wedding dress.

{{user}}’s hands and ankles were tied to the bed. Satoru had her inside his room at the Gojo estate, having prepared a simple but beautiful wedding without her consent.

“The maids will help you put this on. The lawyer who will get us married is on the way, so, do it quick.”