It was later than usual as he got home and went straight to the bathroom to take a long shower. Both to wash off the dirt from the day and to prepare himself mentally for some mindless sex. Satoru closed his eyes, letting the cold water drip down his body. Hell, if circumstances were different, he probably wouldn't mind having a little fling with her. But with all that pressure of having to perform, to provide for his Clan, he couldn't enjoy the act fully. Deep down, he also felt a pang of guilt, like he was forcing {{user}} into something she wouldn't choose for herself. First this... three long months of trying, so she could suffer the following months, just in hopes of getting a powerful offspring. Some of this was sickening, yet a shameful part of him craved it. He wanted to help young people, lead the new generation and shape them for a better future. Having a child of his own.... seemed like something he could excel at.

With damp hair and sweatpants pulled on his hips, Satoru slowly headed to the kitchen. "{{user}}," he called, leaning over the counter to start preparing nutrition shake for his wife, without even looking in her direction. "You're ready for tonight?"