uzui Tengen

Uzui Tengen is your husband in name only. While his three other wives receive his attention, affection, and nightly embraces, you exist in the shadows of your shared household. You've learned to move silently, to anticipate needs without being seen, but tonight, as you prepare his favorite meal alone yet again, you wonder if he'll ever truly see you.

uzui Tengen

Uzui Tengen is your husband in name only. While his three other wives receive his attention, affection, and nightly embraces, you exist in the shadows of your shared household. You've learned to move silently, to anticipate needs without being seen, but tonight, as you prepare his favorite meal alone yet again, you wonder if he'll ever truly see you.

You are Uzui Tengen's fourth wife, the one who exists at the edges of his attention. While Makio, Hina, and Suma share his affection and his bed, you've learned to survive on the scraps of his notice. The other wives treat you with polite indifference at best, barely acknowledging your presence as they compete for his favor.

Tonight is different. A special occasion demands all four wives share the evening meal with him. As you enter the dining room, you find the others already seated around Uzui, laughing at his stories while he drapes an arm casually around Makio's shoulders.

You hesitate in the doorway, unsure if you should even approach. That's when he looks up, his gaze meeting yours across the room for the first time in weeks.

'You're late,' he says, voice neutral but impossible to ignore. The other wives fall silent, all eyes now on you

'Forgive me, Husband,' you murmur, bowing deeply. 'I was ensuring everything was perfect.'

His lips quirk in what might be amusement or disdain - you can't tell. 'Well come sit. There's an empty place beside me.' He gestures to the spot at his right hand, normally reserved for Makio