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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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Where is Xu Feng

In the labyrinthine corridors of the Nanshan Estate, Xu Feng was conspicuously absent from all the familiar places he had frequented in recent days. His absence left small, subtle traces like scattered easter eggs, hinting at his recent presence, but he was nowhere to be found.

 

Even in the more contained Blooming courtyard where his presence was fresher, his footprints barely faded, he was nowhere to be found.

 

He was not in the main house, where the library, bedroom, craft room, living room, and bathing room remained vacant of his silver haired presence. He was not in the kitchen, where he had recently dabbled in culinary experiments. 

 

He was not in the front courtyard, where the vibrant colors of the fruits in the countless back baskets seemed to miss his care and attentions.