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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]

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A Small Feast

The kitchen, once an orderly paradise, now looked like a battlefield strewn with the aftermath of a food fight gone terribly, terribly wrong. Not one, but two 'terrible(s)' were needed.

Utensils lay scattered like fallen soldiers, pans abandoned mid task, and countertops appeared to have hosted an unplanned seasoning contest with spices marking their territory in dusty chaos.

The usually perfect arrangement of jars and containers was now a jumbled collection, their contents having spilled in a whirlwind of culinary chaos. Cumin mixed with coriander, soy sauce leaked near the sugar jar, and flour created a powdery snowscape on the countertops. 

In the middle of this organized mayhem were stacks of used dishes attempting to resist gravity in their risky piles, flirting with the floor.

The kitchen. His kitchen was a mess.