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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.

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[Cultivation, Farming, Multiple partners/Throuple, BL, R-18, Child, HE]

The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]

Read author's note in ch.20 ch.547 or ch.501 for more!! TIA~

DECEMBER 2024 HIATUS!!!

Xuan Yang and Xu Feng locked eyes. The room was too serious for Xu Feng's liking, so he did what he did best. Xu Feng broke the silence with a question that cut through the charged atmosphere.

"Are you falling in love already? Your lover is next in line to be my husband, so don't fall too deep; I'll be on to my next one soon enough."

Xuan Yang's expression remained unchanged, but the atmosphere between them seemed to deflate, the sparks of tension fading away.

"Uh," Xuan Yang cleared his throat, his gaze steady on Xu Feng.

Xu Feng didn't want to reveal the secret hiding spots in his bed or allow a certain scent to diffuse in the room, so he stayed as still as possible.

Staying seated in his borrowed chair, Xuan Yang continued to gaze at the ger, his thoughts hidden beneath a composed exterior.

Young Master’s Praise