The Ger's Contract Marriage [BL]
Chapter 69: Curiosity? — R18

Chapter 69: Curiosity? — R18

Author: I was going to give you more information on the Immortal bloodline, but then I realized we’re already at Chapter 69... :]

Author: So instead, I’m going to give you a pervy treat and come back to what Xu Feng learned later, after the R18 Chapters... :]

Xu Feng: I learnt a lot...

Author: A knowledgeable rose bud...

***Like before, all R18 Chapters can be skipped, the story will still make sense!***

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"Ugh!" The ger moaned as the man on top of him moved with skills that didn’t seem to fit his outward personality.

Xuan Jian, to Xu Feng’s observant eyes, was an intriguing contradiction, a riddle wrapped in a mysterious package. His surface radiated an icy detachment, an image of impeccable composure that seemed unfazed by the world’s demands.

On the exterior, Xuan Jian projected an aura of unwavering control and restraint. His poised presence mirrored the ideal of a dignified member of the esteemed Xuan clan.

It was a front that commanded respect and cultivated an air of mystery around him, one that tantalizingly veiled the true depths of his being.

Beneath this facade, however, lay a concealed realm, hidden from the prying eyes of the world—a world that Xu Feng had ventured into, if only briefly.

It was a realm of desires and secrets; Xuan Jian had unveiled a side of himself that defied his icy exterior.

Xuan Jian revealed himself as a master of temptation, a skilled craftsman of seduction who knew the intricacies of pleasure like no other.

He navigated the dance of need with finesse, expertly pushing Xu Feng’s boundaries and kindling the fires of desire.

As Xu Feng struggled with the mystery that was Xuan Jian. What drove him to toy with a married ger in the bed of said ger?

*Squelch

*Squelch

The moist, rhythmic sounds reverberated throughout the confined chamber, amplifying the intimacy of the moment. Each subtle squelch and sigh seemed to linger in the air, creating an almost tangible tension within the enclosed space.

In the hushed stillness, the wet sounds danced on the edges of perception, a symphony of desire and connection that enveloped all involved.

*Squelch

In the dimly lit room, Xuan Yang occupied the same chair he had earlier in the day, positioned right beside Xu Feng’s bed. His gaze remained steady and unwavering, a tranquil facade masking the true nature of his thoughts.

The positioning of the two on the bed had been artfully arranged, a deliberate composition intended to enhance the shared experience of all present in the room.

Every nuance, every angle, and every point of contact had been thoughtfully considered and orchestrated to perfection.

Xuan Jian had taken great care in crafting the ger’s placement.

Yet, what was the object of Xuan Yang’s unwavering attention?

Was it Xu Feng, ensnared and laid bare on his own bed?

Or maybe Xuan Jian himself, the orchestrator of their "training session"?

Or did Xuan Yang’s calm facade conceal something deeper?

As Xu Feng lay there, his mind muddled and weary, he couldn’t decipher the depths of Xuan Yang’s intentions. His thoughts were a whirlwind, his mental abilities too worn out to pierce the mysterious veil concealing his nominal husband’s true motives.

The memory of the last time all three men had been alone together in a room still lingered in Xu Feng’s mind. On that night—the previous night—he had been more than a little intoxicated—possibly even thoroughly smashed.

But this time, as he found himself in their presence again, he was completely sober, and the weight of embarrassment bore down on him with firm intensity.

His visible body betrayed the extent of his discomfort.

His cheeks burned a shade of crimson that rivaled an overripe tomato, the intense hue impossible to hide. He couldn’t understand how he had managed to land himself in this dilemma, and the shame of the situation hung heavy in the air.

In that moment, the stark contrast between his previous drunken escapade and his current state of sobriety left him feeling exposed and vulnerable.

He couldn’t help but wonder how he had arrived at this point, and the embarrassment almost overshadowed their "interactions" and cast a shadow over his thoughts.

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Flashback to earlier that evening...

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The three men were seated in the cozy dining room, a lingering sense of satisfaction in the air following the scrumptious meal Xu Feng had masterfully prepared. The previous chill had subsided some.

Xuan Yang had finally conceded, agreeing to address Xu Feng’s questions regarding the immortal bloodline and its unexpected impact on Xu Feng’s desires. Their conversation had begun, with Xuan Yang sharing fragments of insight, but a palpable tension hung in the room.

Though Xuan Jian was typically more approachable when they were alone, now he wore his customary icy facade, as though concealing a part of himself from view.

Xu Feng couldn’t help but sense that something was wrong, that there were pieces of the puzzle deliberately left unsolved.

Their exchange was abruptly interrupted when Si and San entered the room to clear away the remnants of their meal—there was nothing much left except for the cutlery itself.

The girls worked in silence, a sense of restraint accompanying their actions. As they busied themselves with the task, their voices broke the stillness.

"May we take these away, young master?" Si’s inquiry was accompanied by a fleeting, curious glance at Xu Feng, as if to make sure she was asking the right questions to the Xuan young master, Xuan Yang.

"Go ahead," Xuan Yang replied with a nod, his tone polite but tinged with an underlying tension.

He had left the most on his plate, the most bones. Where were the rest of Xu Feng and Xuan Jian’s lamb bones? Maybe the pepper had possessed them to eat those too?

Xu Feng, feeling the conversation slipping away after the presence of the girls, moved to assist them, his hopes for more answers dwindling.

However, just as he was beginning to give up on the conversation, the stoic Xuan Jian broke his silence.

"Shall we step outside for a private stroll?" His words hung in the air, a suggestion laden with unspoken meaning.

Xu Feng acknowledged the proposal with a nod, despite the evident reluctance in Xuan Jian’s demeanor. Even though it was clear that Xuan Jian preferred not to be part of the conversation, he remained cooperative.

The three men made their way outside, leaving the quaint dining room behind.