Dangerous Wife

Feel free to add my next story, "My Useless Husbands" to your reading list: You're a rich woman, and the strongest men are all pretty boys living off you.

Blurb: You got married.

Your spouse was a handsome young master of the Ubuyashiki family, who looked just like the little dolls you loved.

Unfortunately, after the wedding, you discovered that he was a neurotic mess who was useless in every way.

His favorite thing to do every day was cough up blood while criticizing you from head to toe. His words were vicious and his expression was cutting. He was just like the most unreasonable mother-in-law in all the legends. Even the modern-day master of psychological manipulation would have to call him their godfather.

You smiled. "Good. You're brave. Even your mother wouldn't talk to me like that."

So, the next time he mocked your lipstick, saying it looked like you'd eaten a dead baby, you slapped him hard across the face.

As you watched him spin through the air like a kite with its strings cut, then hit the ground and clutch his cheek, he looked up at you with a complex, tearful expression full of shock, fury, venom, denial, and disbelief. You smiled and came over, roughly lifting his pale, delicate chin. "If you're useless, then act like it. When you behave like this... you really make things difficult for me."

The young master trembled with rage. "You brute! Sob... I-I'm not useless!"

Your life as a rich woman finally got on track.

But you never expected the young master to be so bad-tempered that he turned into a demon.

The man who became the Demon King seized you by the throat with one hand and roughly pinned you to the bed. His gloomy, icy plum-red eyes bore down on you, as if they might bleed. "Now tell me... who's the useless one?"

You: Hah, spit.

Later, you got married again.

Your spouse was the composed and reserved young lord of the Tsugikuni family.

Compared with your useless darling, he was almost too capable.

Unfortunately, after a moment of intimacy, this man told you he planned to abandon his family and child, follow in his younger brother's footsteps, and pursue even stronger swordsmanship.

You smiled.

You knew it. A good man would never be yours.

So you kicked him out of bed and tossed him a sword. "You want to abandon your family and become the world's greatest samurai? Dream on. Go commit seppuku!"

Later, you became a mother.

Your spouse was an ordinary Taisho-era wife-beater.

He didn't dare hit you, but secretly beat your child.

You weren't angry about it at all.

In fact, you comforted your nervous mother-in-law with a helpless smile. "Don't worry. I'm not a monster. Why would I look down on my husband just because he's a completely useless piece of trash? But I'm also a mother who loves her son, and I can't stand seeing someone else's son bully mine. Whoever's son hits mine, I'll hit them."

"Since you're an elder, even though you failed to discipline him, I can't hit you. So I'll just have to make your son take the consequences for you."

"That's fair, right?"

You reasoned with them.

But he still acted like a cornered dog.

You promptly took your child and fled to a nearby temple. You weren't going to play with a dog.

Later, you sighed to the carefree, rainbow-haired cult leader who was always happy. "Men these days are like chives in a field. Each crop is worse than the last."

He laughed, resting his chin in his hand as he looked at you. "You say that as if you've met a lot of men."

You modestly replied, "You're too kind."

The men who'd treated you badly all got what they deserved.

But you weren't happy.

Because you realized that, in some ways, sons were much harder to raise than scumbag husbands.

You looked at your stupid dog of a son, your foolish son who plotted to steal other people's fortunes, and your chuunibyou son who wanted to kill his mother whenever things didn't go his way... Your heart ached so badly you could hardly breathe.

Your sons were all brats.

Unlike your daughter.

She was thoughtful and gentle, and she was absolutely your type!

Except...

"Where's my daughter?"

You finally remembered.

You grabbed the man beside you and stared hard into his eyes. "Where's my daughter? The one I had? Don't tell me you lost her!"

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Warnings, warnings, warnings:

1. Possession from the start, with some role-playing elements.

2. Fans of the female lead Wang Yasha are not welcome. Especially those who deliberately bought a few chapters just to nitpick.

My upcoming story, "Didn't Expect You to Be This Kind of Demon," is also coming soon. Here's the blurb:

It's like this.

You turned into a demon.

Other people become demons to grow stronger, or to become even stronger, but you're different.

You're a pervert.

You lived to cuddle up to fictional characters.

Now that you've become a demon, you're just a horny demon with a rock-hard dick.

Muzan: "What use are you?"

You think it over. "I can cuddle up to you."

Muzan's gaze turns dangerous.

His eyes on you are gloomy and cold.

As if he were looking at a useless piece of trash.

[Are you impotent? You were useless as a human, and now you're the Demon King. How are you still useless?]

You're baffled.

Before you can say the words aloud,

just thinking them over in your head is enough for the enraged Muzan to crush your skull.

You die.

But not completely.

You rub your head.

Your pretty face has healed completely, but you can still feel some pain.

You mutter to yourself.

Terrifying!

Useless men are terrifying!

I need to cuddle up to an Upper Rank to feel better.

So...

You immediately roll out of the mansion where Muzan is hiding and go looking for the Twelve Kizuki.

At that time, Nakime didn't exist yet, and the Twelve Kizuki hadn't fully formed, but the highest rank had never changed.

The six-eyed beauty.

My number one.

Ehehehehe...

Unlike the Demon King, who crushes your skull at the slightest disagreement, Number One is super gentle.

No matter how much you cuddle up to him, he never crushes your skull.

The sixth-ranked guy from the Paradise Faith is pretty nice, too.

You cuddle up to him.

He gets kinky with you.

Unfortunately, after he met Number Three and rose to Number Two, he started acting weird.

The whole demon became a shameless pest.

He took delight in messing with Number Three.

Even you, quietly enjoying the show, got on Number Three's nerves.

Akaza: "You're so useless. Why does Master keep you around?"

You stop eating your snacks.

You think it over for quite a while before giving an uncertain answer. "Maybe... because I'm good-looking?"

"Pfft!"

The former Number Six, now Number Two, laughs outright without the slightest consideration for your feelings.

When you shoot him a hostile glance, he struggles to suppress his laughter and offers a thoroughly insincere apology. "Ah, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to say you're ugly."

That obnoxious Number Six is the worst!

Fortunately, the new Number Six he brought along is beautiful.

Hehehe.

A pretty girl.

Cuddles!

You've cuddled up to a lot of people.

From the Demon King cursed from the top of the ranks to swordsmen and shrine maidens at the bottom, there's no one you haven't cuddled up to.

On the eve of the final battle, the Hashira ask if you have any last wishes.

You think hard. "Looking back on my life, I've dedicated my whole life and every experience to the world's most glorious cause: fighting for cuddles. If there's anything I regret, it might be... that I still want to cuddle up to people!"

Theme: Stay true to your original aspirations, work hard, and live a brave life