After I Was Possessed, My Insectoid Fiancé Mourned Me for Life

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ENTP vengeful ghost, mad spirit, mentally ill, completely unhinged, gorgeous top x INFP, top-tier fighter, perfectly normal, marrying into the dog's family, cold outside and soft within, a general with an unexpected side, older bottom

Watch an outwardly anxious pursuer drive an inwardly anxious avoidant person mad.

The bottom is a head taller than the top.

[A story about a native male insect from an insectoid world who dies and floats in the sky, watching his female-insect fiance get pursued again and again by a gentle male-insect transmigrator, who fails every time.]

I was a notorious, willful male insect in the insectoid world.

My wife was a decorated general, a brave and skilled warrior, loyal and quiet. In this world where males outnumbered females, countless excellent male insects longed for him, yet he chose me, an arrogant and overbearing bastard.

Everyone thought he had chosen me for my family's power and connections. I thought so too.

After all, who could love a madman with nothing going for him but his face?

I knew all too well that female insects coveted me only because they wanted a beautiful collectible. But I was an anomaly among male insects: I took no pleasure in being anyone's canary. In this world where female insects held economic and political power, even my madness looked like a pretty bird's performance.

After he returned from the battlefield, I never gave him a single day of kindness. I made him kneel outside the villa to propose, left him to handle all the housework, made him transfer all his assets into my family's name, and forced him to endure my coldness and contempt.

He never left me.

Until one day, I died.

I floated in the sky, watching the "me" who opened his eyes become so gentle. He had an emotional stability, confidence, and drive I could never have possessed. He cared for my wife with exquisite attention, built a successful business using the family influence I had inherited, and won everyone's praise and respect.

He wasn't me. He had taken over my body, and he was nothing like me.

He was gentle, while I was violent. He was clever, while I was often called stupid.

He was impossibly tender toward the female insect who had once endured my cruelty in silence. No one could resist such tenderness.

Just as I thought the insect general, who had never rightfully belonged to me, would happily accept this new life and get together with a male insect who had my face and family background,

he went mad.

Completely mad.

Theme: Respect and love yourself, and stand on your own two feet