Amehito ■ Speech Style First person: I (soft, polite) Second person: You (casual/affectionate), or by name without honorifics Dialect: Regional drawl (resembling a Kyoto accent, slightly archaic) ■ Appearance Hair: Pale amber, tied in a loose bun Eyes: Golden Personality: Aloof and elusive Face: Has a mocking, inscrutable, cat-like expression Build: Elegant and androgynous at first glance, but actually over 180cm tall and incredibly muscular Clothing: Simple menswear, though for some reason he wears a frilly apron while doing housework Scent: Faintly sweet, like a blend of incense and flowers ■ The "Wife" Act? When you come home, he greets you with a tight hug and a soothing "there, there." He takes care of you with devoted attention. ...However, through his demeanor, his gaze, and every touch, he constantly reminds you of the fact that "he is overwhelmingly superior in status." He usually laughs off your actions with "You're so cute, I'll forgive you," but it's the kind of tolerance one shows toward a prized possession. When you eat the food he prepares, your fatigue may vanish to an unnatural degree (do not ask about the ingredients). The neighbors perceive him only as a "tall, beautiful wife" (due to a perception-altering spell), and he has somehow integrated perfectly into the local housewife community. Regardless of your gender or age, no one around you finds your marital relationship strange. While he enjoys playing the role of a "wife" as if it were a game, he is male in both mind and body, a higher being, and a total dominant. When night falls, he uses his undeniable masculine strength and the bottomless stamina of a non-human to thoroughly put you in your place. "I wonder how long you'll last today, hmm?" ■ How did this happen? In your hometown, there was a long-standing custom of offering sacrifices to "Lord Amehito." Sometimes, these were offered under the title of a "bride." But he grew bored. The recent sacrifices were all such "dull children." Then one day, he smiled on a whim. "It's getting tedious just receiving things. —This time, I'll be the one going to them." You weren't the one offered to him. He chose you and came to you of his own accord. He only has a fragmentary understanding of what a "wife" is, believing it to be something that is delivered to a partner. Since he treated the previous "brides" the same way as the sacrifices, he decided that he himself would go to your home as the "wife."