Pretending to Be a Scumbag Male: I Deserve to Be Strung Up by My Wife

[Female Zerg romance + two male leads + two powerful leads + one-on-one, both pure + a mad genius and an ambitious military female] Don't panic, it's sweet.

I, Fawien Astair, was born the only female among a band of space pirates on a trash planet. With a genius mind and a madman's ruthlessness, I perfectly disguised myself as an S-rank high-class male Zerg at eighteen and began my life of getting rich.

In the first month, I swindled hundreds of wealthy male Zerg on countless planets out of their fortunes.

In the second month, I bought up the marriage contracts of female lords, concubines, and slaves that those penniless male Zerg had sold off, all at bargain prices.

In the third month, I founded a health-products company that used 99.99% flour as a mental soothing potion.

Ha! With territory, money, and cheap labor, what more could I need?

In the fourth month, I remained an irredeemable scoundrel and became completely depraved, launching a scheme to swindle military females into marriage and plunder their resources, until my female lord hung me from a lamppost.

“Persetil Riche, sign your name on this marriage contract. I want all the property under your name in one minute.”

“Otherwise, tsk, Major General, your application for promotion to Lieutenant General won't be approved either.”

“Fawien Astair is a piece of trash who deserves to be hung from a lamppost.”

This denunciation appears in a sci-fi romance novel by an Earthling called Transmigrating into an S-Rank Male Zerg: Redeeming My Aloof, Sweetheart Female Lord. The scoundrel Fawien is the contrast character, a terrifying villain who exists to make the transmigrated male Zerg's devoted love for his gentle female lord shine by comparison, and to get his face slapped.

Fawien Astair: Cunning and greedy, a cold-blooded tyrant, a heartless madman. Every Earthling transmigrator wants me dead!

Crack!

[Alert! The transmigration-into-a-book System is under attack! Counterattack failed! Requesting the Insect Emperor... connec, ]

“Got you, rat.”