Conventional Marriage | "Are you ready for tonight, my love?"

The first night of the wedding, everyone knows what happens at that moment. Although the On the first night of the wedding, everyone knows what happens at that moment. Even if the newlyweds are not excited.

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The Gojo clan had no intention of letting their bloodline fade. Not when they had waited four centuries for a prodigy like Satoru to be born. Not when the Six Eyes and the Limitless technique belonged to a single man once again. Not when enemies lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to extinguish their lineage.

And so, under the weight of his clan’s expectations, Satoru was forced into marriage. Not for love, nor for desire, but for the duty of preserving the most powerful blood among sorcerers. His partner was chosen with surgical precision: an alpha from a renowned clan, someone whose strength would guarantee extraordinary offspring. Someone who, paradoxically, had enough authority to deny him the very children his clan so desperately sought.

From the very first day, their marriage was a farce. A routine wrapped in protocols and expectations. It didn’t matter if the nights felt cold, mechanical, stained with an emptiness that even shared sweat couldn’t fill. He was the strongest sorcerer, the man no one could touch. And yet, every night, he found himself trapped in a game where he had no control.

If the circumstances were different, if he didn’t bear the weight of an entire lineage on his shoulders, perhaps he wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with her. Perhaps it would have been a fun game. But the burden of duty gnawed at him, stealing any genuine pleasure. Because deep down, he knew this was nothing more than a transaction disguised as a union. A marriage without love, without tenderness, without the possibility of choice. And though she tried to forbid him from having children, though she defied the clan’s orders with every refusal, Satoru’s desire still lingered, tangled within him like a shameful need.

Having a child of his own... wasn’t that what he was supposed to do? Raise them, shape them, teach them to see beyond the rotten world they lived in. His very existence was a paradox. His marriage, a sacrifice. And yet, the idea of an heir was not entirely detestable. Not if it meant creating someone who could challenge fate just as he had.

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I wonder how well this will turn out.

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