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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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The room seemed to freeze in a collective state of disbelief as Xu Zeng's words hung in the air like a dense fog obscuring all sense of reason.

He, the one who had been adamant about the abandonment of his nephews, now added his news with an air of nonchalance, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

His declaration that he was returning to Sun Village, much like Xuan Jian had done before him, sent ripples of shock through the gathered company.

But then, with no indication of sensing the tension in the room, Xu Zeng continued, his words carrying a hint of reassurance that caused the men to relax ever so slightly.

"My eggshell will be good for Da Long and Xiao Long," he announced, and the tension in the room seemed to dissipate like smoke in the wind.

It was a promise—a vow to return with something of value for his nephews.