The doors finally clicked shut. The moment the silver-haired prince and the dark-haired general left the bedroom, the heavy, suffocating pressure in the air vanished.
He glared at the glowing blue glass window floating right in front of his nose.
"Get this thing out of my face!" Li Yan roared, his voice trembling with rage. He swung his fist, trying to smash the screen, but his hand passed straight through the blue light. "Send me back right now! Do you hear me? I am the CEO of Li Industries! I have a board meeting at nine in the morning! I am not a character in a trashy book, and I am definitely not gay!"
The blue screen blinked twice, a soft chime echoing directly inside his skull.
[System Error: Request Denied.]
[Host’s original body has been crushed to pieces by a heavy transport vehicle. Return to the original world is impossible.]
[Warning: Host’s ’Straightness Denial Level’ is currently at 100%. Please accept your new biological reality as an Elite SS-Rank Alpha Bottom to avoid mental instability.]
"Shut up! Just shut up!" Li Yan grabbed a soft pillow and threw it at the screen, but it just fell uselessly to the floor. Tears of sheer frustration pricked the corners of his eyes, though he forced them back.
[Data Retrieval: Secondary Genders Activated.]
The System screen updated, flashing new lines of text before his eyes.
[Target 1: Crown Prince Jing Yuchen. Gender: SS-Rank Enigma. Nature: Domineering, Obsessive, Control-Freak.]
[Target 2: General Zhen Sheng. Gender: AA-Rank Alpha. Nature: Aggressive, Ruthless, Secretly Obsessed.]
Li Yan stared at the names, a cold dread settling deep in his stomach. He remembered them from the novel Chapters he had read on his phone. In the book, these two powerful leaders were supposed to be bitter political rivals who fought for control of the military.
But in this version of the story, they were both married to the villainous Duke Xiao, using him as a common ground to balance their dangerous, explosive energies.
Before Li Yan could fully process the disaster of his situation, the heavy bedroom doors swung open again.
Li Yan flinched, instinctively pulling a blanket over his chest.
Crown Prince Jing Yuchen walked back into the room.
"Still screaming at the walls, Duke Xiao?" Jing Yuchen said, his voice dripping with arrogance. He walked over to the edge of the bed with slow, deliberate steps, as if he owned everything around him
Li Yan’s jaw tightened. The panic inside him turned into pure, cold corporate spite. "I don’t want anything from you. Get out of my room, and let me dress myself. I am leaving this place."
Jing Yuchen stopped walking. His smirk vanished, replaced by a dark, dangerous glare. "Leaving? You think you can just walk away from a royal marriage? You forget your place, Mingxuan."
The Prince did not touch him. Instead, he simply let out a deep breath, releasing his heavy Enigma scent into the room.
The moment the dark aroma of sandalwood and ozone hit the air, Li Yan’s brain screamed at him to run, but his body did something completely different. A sudden, violent shiver ran down his spine. His muscles instantly turned to liquid, and his knees buckled beneath him.
He collapsed forward onto the mattress, his hands barely able to support his own weight.
"What... what are you doing to me?" Li Yan gasped out, his face burning with shame as his precum began to pool from his own cock. He hated how his body reacted, hated how his heart started racing with dirty anticipation just from a smell. "Stop it... get away from me."
Jing Yuchen crawled onto the bed, his heavy body pinning Li Yan flat against the pillows once more. He grabbed Li Yan’s wrists, locking them above his head with a single hand. "It is time for a morning inspection. Let us see if you can keep up that arrogant attitude while I am inside you."
"No! Wait—"
Jing Yuchen did not listen. He flipped Li Yan over, forcing his stomach down against the soft mattress and lifting his hips high into the air. Without any tenderness, the Prince drove his thick, rigid cock straight into Li Yan’s tight, aching asshole in one smooth motion.
"Ah! God!" Li Yan cried out, his fingers burying deep into the sheets. The feeling of the thick dick sliding in and out of him was completely different from the general’s rough style. The prince was slow, deep, and heavy, stretching his inner walls to the absolute limit.
Every push hit a deep, sensitive spot that made Li Yan’s vision go white with unwanted pleasure.
The wet, slapping sounds of their skin meeting filled his ears, a brutal reminder of his complete defeat.
Just as the Prince was driving himself to a heavy finish inside him, the bedroom door flew open with a loud bang.
General Zhen Sheng stood at the entrance. His sharp golden eyes were flashing with pure anger as he looked at the scene on the bed.
"Jing Yuchen! You promised we would share him equally!" Zhen Sheng growled, his large fists clenching at his sides. "Why are you back in his bed without me? The morning court assembly is about to start, and you are here hoarding the Duke."
Jing Yuchen did not stop his slow, heavy grinds, pulling himself out almost completely before burying his full length back into Li Yan with a wet thud. "He needed to be reminded of his duties, General. If you cannot control your jealousy, leave the palace."
"You arrogant royal bastard," Zhen Sheng snarled. He did not step toward the bed, but he unleashed his own thick, aggressive Alpha scent. The smell of burning wood and iron filled the room, immediately clashing with the prince’s Enigma aura.
The two heavy scents hit each other like a physical wave, creating a suffocating pressure in the air. Li Yan felt like he couldn’t breathe. The raw power of their combined pheromones was too much for his new body to handle.
Jing Yuchen finally pulled out of Li Yan with a wet pop, leaving a mixture of cum dripping down Li Yan’s thighs. The prince stood up, his face dark with rage as he faced the general. "You dare challenge me in my own quarters?"
"I am tired of your rules," Zhen Sheng barked back. "Let us settle this outside."
The two men stormed out of the room, their heavy footsteps echoing down the hallway as they headed toward the grand garden courtyard below.
Li Yan lay on the bed for a full minute, gasping for air. His body was shaking, covered in sweat and the sticky essence of his two husbands. But his anger was stronger than his physical weakness.
He could hear loud crashes and explosions of magical energy coming from the garden outside. The ground beneath the palace was literally trembling from their fight.
"I have to get out of here," Li Yan muttered, his teeth chattering. He dragged his sore body off the bed, stumbling toward a large wardrobe. He found a simple white tunic and trousers, pulling them onto his sticky skin with trembling hands.
He didn’t care where he was going. He just needed answers. He ran out of the bedroom, following a long, quiet corridor that led away from the sounds of the battle.
As he walked quickly through the grand, empty halls, the blue System screen popped up again, floating alongside him as he moved.
[Warning: Host is moving away from the target characters. Please return to the bond area.]
"Tell me why they are fighting," Li Yan demanded, his voice sharp and business-like despite his ragged breathing. "Why does the whole palace feel like it’s going to fall apart just because those two are angry? Give me the facts."
The System screen blinked, displaying a historical log of the world.
[Explanation: The Astral Crown Empire is built on genetic pheromone stability. High-rank cultivators possess spiritual energy tied to their secondary genders. Because Crown Prince Jing Yuchen (SS-Enigma) and General Zhen Sheng (AA-Alpha) both possess extreme, destructive power, their unbonded scents naturally reject each other.]
The screen flashed a flashing red warning light.
[If their pheromones clash without a stabilizing force, it will trigger a ’Grand Pheromone Collapse’—a massive spiritual explosion that will wipe out the entire capital city. The only way to stop the disaster is through a Triple-Soul Bond with an elite partner who can absorb and balance both energies. That partner is you, Duke Xiao Mingxuan.]
Li Yan stopped walking, staring at the screen in pure disbelief. He leaned against a wall, his hand pressing against his aching chest. "So... I am basically a human battery? A buffer to keep two crazy monsters from blowing up a kingdom?"
[Correct, Host. The magical Contract Marriage is not just a political arrangement. It is a survival mechanism for the empire. If you run away, everyone dies.]