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The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]

Updates 1am GMT+8 __ From an apocalyptic world, Xu Feng transmigrates into a parallel world with a third gender. The heavens took pity on the 19-year-old who died as he awakened his ability in his original world, so he started a new life as a ger. What is a ger? The third gender, a man who can impregnate women and be impregnated by men. There were even more surprises waiting for Xu Feng. He not only awakened a wood ability from his previous world, he was also met with a contract marriage he couldn’t refuse in the new world. “Carry my son’s child, and I’ll make sure you live comfortably for the rest of your life.” “Whether you can birth a son for me or not, I don’t care. Just don’t get in my way, and I’ll make sure you want for nothing.” Xu Feng looked at his “mother-in-law,” then back at his "playboy" of a “husband” before looking toward the fertile fields and vast mountains. A peaceful farming life as a landlord with a spoiled young master was better than living life in the apocalypse. But Xu Feng was transported to a world with cultivation, demon beasts, and hidden secrets, a simple farming life might be too much to ask for. — [Cultivation, Farming, Multiple partners/Throuple, BL, R-18, Child, HE]

Ellie_Ethereal · LGBT+
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With the nearly empty earthenware jar resting on the cool cellar floor, Xu Feng couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the lingering scent of metallic blood and the swirl of his unstable emotions.

 

He knew he needed to renew his enthusiasm for work, to distract himself from the ever nearing date of his confinement, child birth, possible death... 

 

Time was slipping away, and he had precious little of it left to prepare for the arrival of his children. Even if he didn't make it, he wanted them to live a good life.

 

His gaze swept across the cellar, its shelves brimming with earthenware jars, each holding the fruits of his labor. While the fruits and labor—the poor abused martial artists—were free, he was confronted by the reality of limited space. 

 

The cellar had reached its capacity, and he had no room for further production of wines and jams.