“Dad, isn’t having five wives a bit much?”
On my first day transmigrated into the body of a Marquis’s spoiled son, I stared at portraits of my five fiancées, lost in thought.
A female war god, a tycoon’s daughter, the foremost literary talent...
Every one of them is a formidable heroine with an extraordinary background.
To stay alive, I built a reputation as a playboy who avoids women, spending every day at the brothels.
Until they started coming to me one after another:
“Marry me, and I’ll help you inherit the marquisate.”
“Choose me, and all my trade guilds are yours.”
“Husband, shall we join forces and overthrow this dynasty?”
Trembling, I handed them a divorce letter. “Um, can I return all of you at once?”
