Inheritance Forbidden: The Restricted-Class Female Lord

[Pregnant]

Sevanmus, my father’s former fiance. After my father eloped with some wretched bug outside the family, Sevanmus was passed down to me as a matter of course.

I don’t love him, but I’m only A-rank. In this world, rank determines everything, including power and marriage. Only S-rank male insects can wield authority. I need a descendant who can help me cross the class divide.

I proposed to him.

Even though he’s SS-rank and far beyond my league, it doesn’t matter. I have a family behind me, and he has to be mine.

We married without a hitch. He had little expression on his face, as always, except when we were having sex.

But I didn’t care. All that mattered was that he bear me an heir.

When I was nineteen, my eldest son was born. Fortunately, he wasn’t like me. He was S-rank. I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Sevanmus still showed no expression.

“Are you happy?” He belonged to me now, so I finally dared to ask about something besides sex.

“...” He blinked, as if struggling to understand my words, or perhaps not understanding what I was asking at all. In the end, he said uncertainly, “I’m happy, my male master.”

I scoffed. Boring.

But I needed him.

He rarely spoke, always answering only when asked. Boring.

So boring that I thought he had no feelings. Even when he held my five-year-old son and soothed him to sleep, he looked just as he had when he held me as a child. There was no difference.

Perhaps he had held my father the same way, too. No difference at all.

How could there be no difference?!

I gritted my teeth.

Perhaps once my material desires were satisfied, my idle heart began to seek the things it couldn’t have. I started watching him. It was after he had been by my side for twenty-three years and we had been married for five that I finally began to pay attention to him.

He was unbearably boring. He wasn’t a military male insect, had no job, and spent every day orbiting me: he woke up and started cooking, sorted my clothes and our son’s, cooked again at noon, arranged my schedule in the afternoon, then prepared a different kind of explicit play for me each night... He had almost no time to himself.

“Are you ever dissatisfied?” I asked.

The confusion in his eyes deepened, as if I were the one whose mind was broken. Unable to save face, I cruelly humiliated him: female insects are all like that, things without feelings.

I regretted it. I shouldn’t have insulted him, but I didn’t apologize.

I’m a good male insect. I never hit or punished him, never took a concubine, and I earn enough to support our family. He doesn’t even need to work. I can cover this family’s enormous expenses.

And I’m a terrible male insect. My rank is too low to father offspring of a higher rank... I dragged down his genes.

We would probably torment each other like every other couple...

Torment? Strange, why would I think of that word? We’re clearly very much in love.

I put it out of my mind and went back to work. Thanks to him, I had a top-tier descendant and finally earned my way into high society. I became a council member at a young age.

Until the day a massive starship came hurtling toward me. For the first time, I saw a different expression on his face. He rushed toward me like a madman.

The blood splashed across my face. It was warm, too.

I wondered, if the male insect being hit today were my father or my son, would he rush over like that for them, too?

I didn’t dare think about it.

Then... do you love me?

1. The main story is told in third person.

2. One-on-one romance, both are sexually inexperienced, happy ending. It shouldn’t be too angsty.

3. A vicious, twisted, big-bad, stone-faced-but-cute, beautiful gong × a wife who doesn’t know how to talk but is excellent at serving his needs

4. A kink-menu story. The author has no squicks, so there may be landmines everywhere. If anything makes you uncomfortable, stop reading in time.

[Set in a fictional world with no connection to reality. Please don’t read it as a reflection of real life.]

Theme: Love can break through every class barrier