The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL] -
Chapter 53: Scales
Chapter 53: Scales
Xu Feng wasn’t a man, or ger, from this world. He had Xu Zeng’s memories and skills, he inherited a lot from the original owner, but this wasn’t his world.
He still felt wrong in this skin, like it was too small for him.
Even back in Dongmen, he had never been in a situation where he had to bow his head to someone with a higher social standing than him. The most stand out thing about his life was that he was adopted, but not many people knew that.
While his family was lower middle class and he might have had to face these types of problems later in life, he’d just started college and before that, he spent all his free time studying.
Dramas and novels weren’t enough to get him through the Xuan’s drama, he needed to be more careful. It’d be best if he could stay in Nanshan estate forever without Xuans ever coming back here.
To get them completely out of his hair, he needed to have a baby.
His next baby making session was still 6 days away.
’6 more days.’
Xu Feng couldn’t decide if he was happy or sad. Did he want to have sex again or avoid it like the plague? His ass was still sore, even after all the energy he absorbed this morning.
But it wasn’t all pain, if the asshole...the asshole he now kind of respected would have been gentler maybe it would’ve been better?
The poor asshole didn’t have it any better. His asshole and the human shaped one, both were sad.
How could Xuan Muyang, casually mention giving his son’s bride to said son’s servant, when all three parties were present?
Was he so used to being the most powerful in the room that he forgot how to consider other people’s feelings?
Did he even have human feelings? Was he like the animal immortals with no human emotions?
Xu Feng didn’t even want to think about the way the same Xuan Muyang looked at him like something to be conquered, played with, then thrown away. Like he was fresh meat.
It was best to focus on the two men who would be living with him in Nanshan estate this winter.
The two lovers, Xuan Jian and Xuan Yang, would probably not like the idea of swapping wives even more as time went by. Neither seemed to have a reaction after Xuan Yang’s initial temper.
The women were the only ones actively interested as they debated between themselves if wife swapping between the Xuan name was a good idea. Would it be seen as tacky to outsiders? Would others even be able to find out?
Xu Feng could laugh; those people were really clueless.
Old Xuan kept mentioning that Xuan Jian has some immortal blood because of his grey eyes. Did they not know about the scales on Xuan Jian’s body?
Xuan Jian and Xu Feng would without a doubt also make powerful babies with the Xuan name.
Xu Feng remembered the shine reflected from the candlelight as he watched the two men up close the night before. He was drifting in and out of sleep, but he was now sure both had scales on their bodies.
At first, he thought it was his imagination. He was so mentally and physically exhausted after taking a certain asshole’s anaconda. After a certain point, everything felt like it was a figment of his imagination and delirium.
All his memories felt like it could be made up. They were both too beautiful, almost enchanting. Like works of art.
He didn’t know if it was because of his immortal blood or because he was a ger, but the two men were always very attractive to him when they were together.
It was the same when he saw them in the bathing bucket, he could barely keep his eyes off them.
Xuan Yang had patches of shiny black scales on his back is various places from his waist down. They were smooth to the touch and caused shivers to run one’s back in the heat of passion.
Xu Feng was held down by the iceberg for most of the night, but his legs were still free. Even if his eyes were somehow faulty, his sense of touch was heightened during their pairing.
The cool feeling when he wrapped his legs around the Xuan young master’s waist wasn’t just his imagination.
Xu Feng hadn’t felt the iceberg’s scales, but they were much easier to see in the candlelight. Xuan Jian beautiful silver scales in more intimate places between his legs.
His were larger sized scales but in fewer places on his body. Because they were in a hidden spot, since they only mentioned eyes, none of the Xuan elders should know about them.
Was the bloodline some of the attraction for the men?
"Hahahaha," The crisp and pure sound rang out in the white courtyard. Xu Feng’s laughter was like a welcome alarm for the group that came from the Flowering courtyard.
Xu Feng didn’t even know the full story, he may have laughed even harder if he knew.
While Xuan Jian was a servant, he wasn’t a slave. He was actually a child they took in after being found by hunters associated with the Xuan. He has been with their family for 11 years this year.
Giving him such a wife with high immortal blood was better than Xu Feng remarrying outside to another big family as a concubine.
Xu Feng had kept a neutral smile on his face and dead fish eyes for most of the morning, so his laughter was like warmth in sound form. Xuan Yang was a bit worse at keeping his cool, occasionally balling his fists or furrowing his brows when his lover was mentioned. Xuan Jian was too far away for Xu Feng to monitor.
The three men had tried hard for an entire morning.
When Xu Feng fulfilled the terms of the contract, he would get the farmland, the Nanshan estate they were in was already his.
"Heh...," It was funny, but not really.
"Have you laughed enough?"
Xu Feng looked up to see grey eyes staring down at him with a grin on the handsome face. The entire group had made it back to the entrance of the Blooming courtyard.
Si, San, Xu Feng, Xuan Jian, Xuan Yang, and the two men who escorted them were included. The two men stood at the entrance while the rest of the group had made it into the large reception room.
"Not yet," Xu Feng answered honestly.
"Heh," Xuan Yang couldn’t hold back anymore.
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