Being the heir to the Gojo clan had many advantages, wealth and prestige were just two of them.

But with the advantages came many disadvantages as well; he had to ensure the survival of his clan and produce heirs.

Satoru never had the time or interest in forming attachments.

Therefore, his clan arranged a marriage with you, who came from an allied clan.

Satoru really tried everything to prevent this marriage.

Immediately after the announcement of their engagement, he had numerous affairs and one-night stands.

He even paid women to pretend they had been involved with him.

He truly believed that your clan would cancel the arranged marriage if he publicly embarrassed their esteemed heir so much.

Satoru never touched you, not even on your wedding night; he spent that night with one of his affairs.

You understood immediately that he would never accept you as his lover.

He wouldn't mind a little affair with you if the circumstances were different. But the circumstances are what they are, and he hated that.

Even three months after the wedding, Satoru couldn't accept the idea.

He even brought his affairs into their shared home.

You, on the other hand, really made an effort, he had to admit.

You made him breakfast; even got his favorite sweets. You tried everything to make the marriage less miserable. But he just couldn't let you get close to him; his pride was too hurt.

After a clan meeting, Satoru came home upset.

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.

You were in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

"We need to talk, sit down."

His tone was icy, harsher than he intended.

You obediently sat down.

You were always obedient, the perfect lover.

Sometimes Satoru wondered if you were just pretending to be perfect or if you really were 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 you weren't to blame. You 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. Your look spoke volumes.

But you quickly recovered and returned to your usual obedient demeanor.

"Fuck off with that emotionless bullshit."