The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 502: Fated Encounter

Chapter 502: Fated Encounter

It felt like a challenge how the human was staring at him. He was going to let this interloper continue with his conversation, but he was being pushed to his limit! (This coming from the ger who had just claimed sovereignty...)

"MINE." This time FengLi’s voice was louder, and even with the effects of the spirit wine, there was more malice dripping from each letter.

Dong Yang looked down at the empty jar of spirit wine the ger was holding closely in his grasp. The wine was finished by him and Daoist Jian, and only a few sips had entered the ger’s lips. Yet...

Looking at the flushed-faced ger with equally red lips, still glistening from the moisture of the wine, Dong Yang couldn’t help but swallow. He wasn’t under any illusions; the two—Daoist Jian and FengLi—were a couple.

Whether they were a true Daoist pair was unknown, but he had seen them fondle each other at the auction house.

Dong Yang’s face reddened as he remembered the overwhelming self-control he tried to muster that day. He could go to brothels and sit through tantalizing performances unaffected while others went mad with lust and desire. It had never truly been a problem for him.

Even abstaining from food and drink for him was but a trivial thing. The road to Dao was never difficult for him. Letting go of human desires was easy enough.

His cultivation always felt like it was well received by the heavens, as though they accepted his atonement willingly and favored him for his ascetic tendencies.

Breaking off the train of thought Dong Yang was sinking into, FengLi made his claim known once again. "MINE!!"

The two men were both clearly confused. The wine jar was already empty; if he wanted to keep the empty jar, that wasn’t a problem, but why was FengLi making a fuss now? No one had attempted to take what was his away.

The two men were confused, but one was much more confused than the other. Brother Jian was lost... completely lost, but behind Dong Yang’s eyes, the wheels were turning ever so slowly. The human cultivator was far too intelligent for his own good.

"Is that yours?" Dong Yang asked tentatively as he pointed at the jar of wine in FengLi’s hands. It was a rude gesture, but he was among... friends, it should be alright...

FengLi looked at the jar of wine in his hands incredulously before rolling his eyes. "Mine." He repeated again, but before anyone could question him, he leaned over to Brother Jian, his prey, and grabbed his "person" boldly, to show the human. This Dragonborn was his; he had laid claim to this treasure!

"Ahh!" Brother Jian’s reaction was just right FengLi grinned widely as he completely abandoned the long empty wine jar. This smaller Brother Jian was his property as much as the larger Brother Jian.

Brother Jian’s eyes widened in surprise at FengLi’s sudden possessiveness and the grip on his lower body. He could feel the happiness radiating from FengLi. It was both endearing and alarming.

The ger was quite bold tonight, initiating dual cultivation with a spectator. That time in the auction house booth, something had come over him making Brother Jian act on his impulses.

He wasn’t expecting them to put on a show in front of Dong Yang tonight... he truly wasn’t... but if FengLi wanted...

While Brother Jian was fighting his baser instincts and some strange compulsion, the Daoist was strangely calm.

Dong Yang raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the display. "Ah, I see. I didn’t mean to intrude," he said, his voice calm and measured, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

His Feng Feng was always so cute...

FengLi didn’t relax his grip on Brother Jian. "Yes, mine," he reiterated, his voice firm. He glanced at Brother Jian, searching his eyes for any sign of discomfort or rejection, but all he saw was a mixture of confusion and something else—something warmer.

Brother Jian placed a reassuring hand over FengLi’s, gently squeezing. "It’s alright, FengLi. Dong Yang is a friend. There’s no need to be so... territorial."

FengLi huffed, not entirely convinced. His grip was a bit less unkind on the already "happy" jade sword in his hand. Brother Jian may still be enraptured by the human, but his lower half knew who his master was!

Dong Yang chuckled softly, raising his hands in a gesture of peace as something clicked into place. "Can this lowly one be yours too?"

FengLi’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t release his hold on Brother Jian. He could feel the sincerity in Dong Yang’s words, yet his instincts screamed to keep his guard up.

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Yet... What was this scene?

Dong Yang hadn’t spared a glance at Brother Jian, instead, he’d moved toward FengLi with confidence. The human was confident before, but his stride now felt wrong... but also right.

He wasn’t moving like any human FengLi had ever encountered before, and he wasn’t quite himself—the version of himself FengLi knew. Something had changed, but Dong Yang didn’t give him the chance to figure out exactly what was different.

"What are you...Ahh!" FengLi wanted to push the human off his groin. Why would this strange cultivator feel it appropriate to touch him?

But with the touch, FengLi froze, his hand still gripping Brother Jian’s member. Just like that, all three men were connected and after a moment of silence, Dong Yang began to move once again.

He looked up at FengLi with a look of provocation—the predator somehow felt threatened. It didn’t make any sense even with all the new information.

Why couldn’t he just get up and leave these two?

Even in his intoxicated state, FengLi... no, Long Feng knew he shouldn’t just sit still. He should toss both men aside like hot garbage, look for Long Zeng, and either find a way to ascend back to their rightful places or live a peaceful life away from these harbingers of ill.

How many lifetimes had it been already?

As Long Feng pondered, a warm throat descended on his shaft with a practiced skill. Dong Yang—or whatever identity he had assumed in this life—this snake was always the true seducer among them. Long Feng could never compete in this way, even when he was at his most powerful, it was this snake that stole his mate’s heart.

Said mate didn’t give him a chance to moan under the pleasure emanating from his groan, in a matter of seconds, Long Jian had already swallowed his tongue and any noises his throat could possibly emit.

It was a bittersweet sensation. Both sensations were.

Long Feng, Xu Feng, FengLi, and all the infinite aliases he had, all the lives he’d lived and the loves he’d had over the last several hundred, even thousands of years always involved one or both of these men. He was the glue that held them all together. His blood, his ability, him.

Some lives he would hate them with such passion, and for others he would give his life to be with them or even protect them. Most of the time he lived in relative blissful ignorance without understanding his deeper connection to these men, and how they started this dreadful fate with each other.

As soon as all three made contact, the two dragon immortals, he and Jian, would regain their memories. As for the snake beast, his memory trigger was different.

But what did any of it matter? Long Feng had always loved Long Jian, and over so many lifetimes, he had come to love the snake too... he was a fool.