Li Yan sat alone on a small bench inside the greenhouse, his mind drifting back to the details of the trashy book he used to read.
In the original story, the three men did not like each other at all. The Crown Prince was too proud of his royal blood, and the General was a fierce military leader who hated the court.
They used to fight constantly for power over the military. But the original Duke Xiao was a cruel villain who tried to manipulate both sides, using his high rank to cause trouble.
Eventually, their wild, unbonded pheromones grew so unstable that the Emperor forced them into this house together.
Li Yan rubbed his face with his hands, sighing deeply. "According to the book, this greenhouse is the exact place where the General finally snaps.
This is the place where he catches the Duke alone and—"
"And does what, husband?" a rough voice interrupted.
Li Yan jumped, his heart skipping a beat. He looked up to see General Zhen Sheng walking out from behind a row of tall green plants. The Crown Prince was away in the main study reviewing imperial documents, leaving the two of them completely alone.
Zhen Sheng did not have his usual mocking smirk on his face. His expression was intensely serious, his golden eyes fixed on Li Yan with a dark, heavy focus that made the air feel thin.
"What do you want?" Li Yan asked, his corporate voice shaking slightly as he stood up to back away. "Go find something else to do, General."
Zhen Sheng did not answer with words. He lunged forward with military speed, his large hands catching Li Yan’s wrists before he could even blink. With one heavy shove, he pinned Li Yan’s hands flat against the clear glass wall of the greenhouse.
The glass was cool against Li Yan’s back, but the general’s body was like a hot furnace, trapping him completely.
"Let go of me, Zhen Sheng!" Li Yan ordered, glaring up at him. "We discussed the boundaries at dinner."
"I don’t care about your boundaries today," Zhen Sheng whispered, his voice deep and raspy. He leaned closer, his chest pressing hard against Li Yan’s front.
"Do you really think I hate you, Mingxuan? Do you really think our rivalry was just about military power?"
Li Yan stared at him. He wasn’t entirely shocked by the words because he had read this twist in the novel Chapters on his phone. But reading it on a screen was completely different from seeing the raw, terrifying obsession dancing in the general’s golden eyes right now.
It was real, it was wild, and it was entirely focused on him.
"I have been watching you for years," Zhen Sheng confessed, his grip tightening on Li Yan’s wrists until the golden chain tattoos began to glow faintly.
"Every time you walked into the imperial court, every time you looked down on everyone with your arrogant eyes, I was there." He leaned in closer. "I stalked your carriage.
I bought reports about your daily routines. I hated the Prince for wanting you, so I could not let him have all the fun. You’re mine."
"You’re crazy," Li Yan gasped, his breath hitching as the general’s thick, hot cedar scent flooded his senses. "You’re an absolute lunatic."
"I am crazy for you," Zhen Sheng growled.
Without another word, the general used one hand to keep Li Yan’s wrists locked high above his head against the glass.
His other hand ripped through the front of Li Yan’s white tunic, tearing it away along with his trousers, leaving him completely bare against the cool pane.
Li Yan opened his mouth to scream for help, but Zhen Sheng lifted one of his legs, draping it over his thick hip.
The general’s large cock was already hard and leaking, aligned perfectly against Li Yan’s tight, wet opening. With a heavy, brutal thrust, Zhen Sheng drove himself all the way inside.
"Ahhhh!" Li Yan cried out, his forehead hitting the glass as the thick dick entered him in one deep, relentless push. The feeling of it sliding inside him was incredibly intense, stretching his inner walls until he felt entirely full.
Zhen Sheng did not stop. He began to pull out almost completely, letting the cool air hit the slick skin before slamming back inside to the root with a loud, wet thud.
The glass behind Li Yan rattled with every heavy blow.
"Look at me, Mingxuan," Zhen Sheng demanded, his voice thick with lust as he pounded into him without mercy. "Tell me you hate it. Tell me your body isn’t squeezing me like it loves me."
Li Yan could not speak. His brain was spinning in absolute confusion because, beneath his fear and anger, a terrifying realization was hitting him. He found the general’s crazy devotion incredibly hot.
His new body was reacting with intense pleasure, his hips twitching back against the glass to meet every hard shove, his slick lubrication dripping down his legs.
He was furious with himself. Why do I like this? he thought in despair as the general continued to pump inside him, filling him with an unbearable heat. I am a straight man. I am a billionaire. This is wrong.
A soft chime echoed in his head, and the blue System screen flashed right through the glass.
[Warning: Host’s pleasure levels are rising. ’Straightness Denial Level’ is dropping to 95%.]
Li Yan felt like the System was mocking him, laughing at his complete lack of control. He felt incredibly hypocritical.
Back in his real life, he had enjoyed reading these exact scenes in the book, thinking the intense romance was entertaining.
But now that he was the actual character pinned against the glass, crying out in raw pleasure while a monster ravished him, he was acting like he hated it.
He was a hypocrite, trapped by his own secret tastes and a body that refused to listen to his corporate logic.
Zhen Sheng gave one final, massive thrust, groaning loudly as he filled Li Yan with his cum. Li Yan collapsed against the general’s shoulder, his legs trembling violently as his voice finally went dry from the pleasure.
The general held him tightly against the glass, kissing the sweat from his neck as the blue screen slowly faded away.