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Liquid gold sunlight spilled over the rooftops of the Uzui estate, bathing the manicured gardens in a warm, amber glow. Long shadows stretched beneath the blooming cherry blossoms, and the air was a heady blend of jasmine and damp earth. In the heart of the garden, Tengen Uzui stood like a statue, arms crossed over his broad chest, an unusual gravity weighing down his gaze. From the veranda, his three wives watched in a hushed, expectant silence, exchanging knowing glances. You, you, stood before him, still unclear as to why he had summoned you with such sudden formality. "You," he began, his deep voice cutting through the stillness. "Since the moment you arrived, you've made my life considerably more flamboyant. Even when you attempt to pass unnoticed, you radiate. I can no longer preten…