NGOD-082 I want to tell you about how my wife was stolen. I’m forced to make lunch for that sweaty boss every morning, and before I knew it, my wife Maria Aizawa was gone.

I’m Aizawa. I work as a field worker at a construction company in the city. Because of my job, every morning around 7:00, my girlfriend’s wife would make a so-called “beloved wife’s bento” and give it to me. Oh, by the way, 5 years of marriage, no kids. Well, in my field, there is a person who is a boss, a person who is like a “master”. One day, the master saw my wife’s bento during lunch, and was very envious. So, when I got home, I told my wife about it…