For three days, Li Yan did his best to stay away from his two husbands. He spent his mornings walking through the quietest halls of the estate, and he ate his meals in his room alone.
However, avoiding them did not solve his problems. Li Yan stood near a window in the main hallway and noticed a faint cracking sound outside.
A sharp, loud chime rang inside his head, and the blue glass screen popped up, glowing with bright red letters.
[CRITICAL ALERT: Emotional distance between the bonded targets is causing a severe power drop.]
[The estate’s external magic barrier is currently weakening. Pheromone leakage danger is rising.]
[New Permanent Directive Activated: To stabilize the Triple-Soul Bond, all three husbands must sleep in the same giant bed in the master suite every single night. No exceptions.]
[Failure to comply before midnight will result in immediate soul destruction.]
Li Yan stared at the screen, his chest tightening with pure frustration. "Are you kidding me?" he muttered to the blue light. "Every time I find a way to get some space, you drag me right back into their hands."
Knowing he had no choice if he wanted to stay alive, Li Yan walked toward the grand master suite at the center of the house just as the sun went down.
When he pushed the heavy doors open, he found Prince Jing Yuchen and General Zhen Sheng already inside. The bedroom was massive, dominated by a giant bed.
The two men were standing on opposite sides of the room, glaring at each other in total silence. The tension between them was thick enough to cut with a knife.
"Don’t look at me like that," Li Yan said loudly, drawing their attention as he walked straight to the giant bed.
Zhen Sheng let out a low, rough chuckle, though his face still looked a bit tired from their recent conversation in the secret room. "I’m not complaining, Duke. I’ve been waiting for you to stop running from me."
Jing Yuchen smoothed down his white night robe, his violet eyes tracking Li Yan’s movements with a cold, intense focus.
Determined to save whatever pieces of his straight-man pride he had left, Li Yan grabbed every single pillow he could find on the long benches and the sofa.
He piled them up right down the middle of the giant mattress, creating a thick, tall wall of down and cloth to divide the bed into separate sections.
"This is my side," Li Yan announced, pointing to the narrow space in the exact center of the bed. "Rule number one of the master suite: No one crosses the pillow wall. You stay on your side, and you stay on yours."
Zhen Sheng smiled, a dark, dangerous look in his golden eyes as he kicked off his boots and climbed onto the left side of the mattress. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, husband."
Jing Yuchen sighed, moving with slow, elegant grace as he lay down on the right side.
Li Yan lay down flat on his back in the middle space, his body stiff as a board. He stared up at the dark ceiling, holding his breath. For the first hour, nobody moved.
But his husbands completely ignored his boundaries the moment midnight struck.
With a sudden, heavy movement, Zhen Sheng swept his arm across the mattress, knocking the entire wall of pillows onto the floor with a soft thud.
Before Li Yan could even yell, the general lunged forward, wrapping his thick, muscular legs completely around Li Yan’s hips, pinning his lower half to the bed.
At the same exact time, Jing Yuchen slid closer from the right. The prince reached out with his large, strong arms, pulling Li Yan’s upper body into a tight, inescapable embrace against his firm chest.
"What did I say about the wall?" Li Yan gasped, his face pressing directly into the prince’s warm neck. He tried to kick his legs, but the general’s heavy weight held him down effortlessly.
"Your wall was annoying," Zhen Sheng growled against the back of Li Yan’s neck, his hot cedar scent exploding into the air.
"Be quiet and sleep, Mingxuan," Jing Yuchen murmured, his deep ozone scent flooding Li Yan’s nose, making his heart race instantly.
Trapped in a human sandwich of hot male bodies and suffocating, heavy pheromones, Li Yan felt his traitorous body melting.
The slick moisture was already pooling between his thighs, his nerves tingling with a sudden, wild desire.
He managed to twist his arm free, pushing his palm against the prince’s jaw to force him back slightly. Then he turned his head to glare at the general.
"Listen to me," Li Yan panted, his voice thick with rising lust but still filled with authority. "If you two want to use my body tonight, you are not going to ignore each other while doing it."
"I am tired of being the middleman for your stupid rivalry.
You two want to prove who is more dominant? Prove it to each other first."
Jing Yuchen froze, his violet eyes widening in absolute shock. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me," Li Yan challenged, his hips twitching back against the general’s hard length. "You both claim you want to satisfy the bond. Go on then. Touch each other before you come at me."
Zhen Sheng let out a wild, dark bark of laughter, his golden eyes flashing with sudden excitement. "You really are full of surprises tonight, Duke. You want to see us break the prince’s royal pride?"
The general didn’t wait for permission. He reached across Li Yan’s body, his large, rough hand grabbing the front of the prince’s robe and pulling him closer.
Jing Yuchen snarled in anger, his Enigma traits flaring, but instead of backing away, the prince lunged forward to meet the general’s challenge.
For the first time since the marriage began, the two male leads actually touched each other.
Jing Yuchen’s smooth fingers gripped the general’s scarred shoulder, his mouth slamming down onto Zhen Sheng’s lips in a rough, biting kiss that was meant to force submission.
Zhen Sheng groaned deeply into the kiss, his tongue pushing back with equal, violent force.
Li Yan watched them, his breath completely catching in his throat. He lay beneath them, his hands gripping the sheets as the two powerful men began to touch, stroke, and grind against each other’s hard bodies right above him.
The sight of the proud prince and the ruthless general losing their minds, their skin flushing red as they traded deep, wet kisses, was incredibly hot.
"Mingxuan..." Jing Yuchen gasped out, breaking the kiss with the general to look down at Li Yan, his violet eyes completely hazy with desire. "You... you have to join."
"Take us both," Zhen Sheng growled, his hand reaching down to align both of their thick, rigid lengths against Li Yan’s dripping, wide-open hole.
Li Yan let out a loud, high-pitched moan as both men pushed into him at the same exact time.
The feeling of the two thick dicks entering his wet hole side by side was completely overwhelming, stretching his inner walls to an absolute, painful maximum. It felt raw, deep, and impossibly tight.
"Ahhhh! Yes! Harder!" Li Yan cried out, his straight-man denial completely shattering as his hips lifted high off the mattress, moving frantically to meet their heavy, united thrusts.
The room was filled with the loud, wet squelching sounds of their skin meeting as the prince and the general took turns pounding into his deep core.
But even as they ravished him until his vision went blurry, Li Yan noticed something strange through the haze of his intense pleasure.
Every now and then, as they shifted positions, the prince would grab the general’s hand, locking their fingers together over Li Yan’s head.
Zhen Sheng would lean up to lick the sweat from the prince’s jaw, their movements becoming smoother, less aggressive, and more synchronized as the hours passed.
Li Yan realized with a shock that beneath the fighting, there might actually be a hope of them liking each other.