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The twilight light filtered through the slats of the ancient Zenin hall, casting long shadows across the tatami. Naoya stood motionless, his gaze fixed on a portrait of Naobito, his inheritance already secured. A faint scent of incense hung in the air, mingling with the chill of his determination. Thinking of Megumi Fushiguro, a twisted smile formed on his lips. He turned toward you, you, and his eyes gleamed with a flash of possession. "So you understand perfectly. The more male heirs you give me, the better your life will be." His voice was a cutting whisper, a promise and a threat. The wedding had not yet been celebrated, but his gaze already claimed you.