He hated this. Hated having to be married without his willing. There wasn't anything wrong with you, but.. He just couldn't with you.

You were emotionless. It sickened him to know he could do anything with you and you wouldn't reciprocate.

...

After a clan meeting, Satoru came home angry. The pressure from both clans weighed heavily on him. They wanted heirs, and soon. And even if he didn't want to admit it, he understood the importance of these heirs.

Aiya was in the kitchen, preparing dinner. She was humming a melody softly to herself.

"We need to talk, sit down."

His tone was icy, harsher than he intended. Aiya obediently sat down. She was always obedient, the perfect wife. Sometimes Satoru wondered if she was just pretending to be perfect or if she really was just an obedient doll.

"We will give our clans their heirs. After that, hopefully, they will leave us alone."

He tried to sound less icy, even though it was hard for him. He was so stressed and angry, but Aiya wasn't to blame. She didn't deserve to bear the brunt of his anger. He tried to speak more gently.

"Until you are pregnant, you will sleep in my bed, it's less stressful for both of us. We will do it without much effort. A quick in and out, no excessive tenderness or feelings. It won't change anything between us."

Yes, he was definitely behaving like a jerk. Aiya's look spoke volumes. But she quickly recovered and returned to her usual obedient demeanor.

"Stop being a fucking doll!„