It was just occasional nausea, no other symptoms. It didn’t necessarily mean he was pregnant. Lei Jin shook his head, trying to dislodge the thought of being pregnant from his mind. Last time, he could at least be certain the child in his belly was Xiya’s or Moya’s. But if he really was pregnant this time, he genuinely wasn’t sure whose it was.

The whole family was busy in the yard, cutting meat into uniform chunks and marinating them, preparing crispy fried meat to sell at the fair. Lei Jin sat inside holding Grapes, with no intention of helping. The smell of the meat churned his stomach uncomfortably. Getting too close, he was afraid he might vomit on the spot. Of course, no one expected him to help anyway. In this household, he and Roger always received preferential treatment. Hard, tiring, or dirty work seemed to have nothing to do with them. Even before they could think of doing it, the werebeasts in the family had everything prepared.

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After the rain, the green bean sprouts under the eaves had grown splendidly. Rows of lush, tender green shoots promised a good harvest. Lei Jin plucked one and put it in Grapes’s hand. The baby could play with it happily for half the day.

Grapes was now six months old. Just a little while ago, he still needed cotton cloth support to sit up. But starting this month, he could sit steadily on his own.

Seeing his son’s innocent, curious expression as he happily played with the bean sprout, Lei Jin unconsciously wore a doting smile. It wasn’t until he became a father himself that he understood there was a softest place in his heart. As for the past, he didn’t dwell on it much anymore. Everyone had their own path to walk. Maybe staying here with those three was the path meant for him. As for the woman who abandoned him… he’d just accept he had no parental affinity. One couldn’t be too greedy, expecting everything to be perfect.

Moya lifted him and pressed him onto the bed. One hand undid his trousers, the other cradled the back of his neck as he kissed Lei Jin’s lips. His lower body slid between Lei Jin’s legs, rubbing suggestively and heatedly against him twice. His lips, still glistening faintly with moisture, brushed Lei Jin’s ear as he whispered, “He says he misses you.”

Lei Jin pinched his cheeks and tugged twice, feigning surprise. “Are you sure you’re Moya, not Xiya?” He thought such flirtatious, roguish talk only came from Xiya.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Moya kissed his eyelashes and asked with a smile.

Lei Jin looked back at him for a moment, then nodded with a smile. But he quickly added, “I’m a bit tired. Tonight, just sleeping, nothing else.” He didn’t know if there really was a child in his belly. It was better to be cautious for a while.

Moya paused slightly, but readily agreed. He settled beside him, leaning close. He could tell Lei Jin was genuinely refusing this time. Though they were often forceful in bed, they also knew Lei Jin enjoyed the pleasure they gave him then. This was different.

“Moya? Are you asleep?” Lei Jin shifted in Moya’s embrace.

“Not yet. Did you have something to say today?” Moya asked softly, lowering his head. He’d sensed Lei Jin seemed a bit off tonight.

“If… I mean if… if the next child is Xiya’s or Mingya’s…” He couldn’t finish the sentence because he didn’t even understand what he wanted to say. Grapes had come too suddenly, leaving him no time to think. Back then, his mind was solely focused on how to return to his original world. This time, he could finally think about the child, but he didn’t know why he felt compelled to ask Moya’s opinion.

“Are you pregnant?” Moya’s hand slid under the blanket towards Lei Jin’s still-flat stomach.

“I said if.” He wasn’t even sure himself.

“Either is fine. I’d love them anyway. If that’s what you’re asking me. Besides, I already have Grapes.” Moya tightened his arm around Lei Jin’s waist. After a moment of silence, he continued in a low voice, “Papa and my fathers have always been very loving towards me. But I couldn’t help wondering before… if I was the superfluous one in the family. Because my existence always reminded Papa of those… unpleasant past events, and it worried my fathers too.” These thoughts had always been buried deep inside; he’d never spoken of them to anyone. But he wanted to tell Lei Jin. This would be the first and last time.

“They wouldn’t think that way,” Lei Jin offered awkwardly, not very skilled at comfort.

“Mm. I have you now. And Grapes. I’ve let go of all those thoughts.” Lei Jin couldn’t see Moya’s expression in the dark, but he sensed his mood wasn’t heavy. That eased his mind a little. “Now, my only focus is making sure you and Grapes live comfortably, and our whole family is happy.”

“Have I ever told you… thank you for giving birth to Grapes?”

“No,” Lei Jin stated very firmly.

“Really, I haven’t?” Though Lei Jin couldn’t see, Moya still felt a bit embarrassed. “I always meant to say it, but never found the right chance. Then I’ll say it now. Thank you, Lei Jin. Thank you for giving me little Grapes.”

“He’s my son. What’s it to you?” Lei Jin retorted uncomfortably, wrinkling his nose. Maybe it was his age, but such mushy words practically killed him.

“I love you, Lei Jin. That won’t change.” Moya chuckled softly. Seeing Lei Jin like this, he actually felt more at ease. Sensing a trace of unease in him, Moya repeated it. “It won’t change.”

“Sleep.” Lei Jin adopted an ‘end of discussion’ expression and buried his head in Moya’s chest, closing his eyes. He felt Moya’s gaze linger on his face for a while before it finally withdrew.

Listening to Moya’s steady heartbeat, his own heart settled into peace. He knew Moya meant it. But from the moment he decided to accept Xiya and Mingya, he could no longer say those words back.

Life had no ‘what ifs’ and no turning back. Since he’d made his choice, whatever the outcome, he would keep walking forward.

The rainy season arrived, triggering the great migration of animals northward. Mingya carried Lei Jin to the grasslands several times to watch. The vast, surging spectacle was truly magnificent, leaving Lei Jin at a loss for words to describe its grandeur. Since they were out there anyway, they caught a small antelope – the meat was quite tasty. But after witnessing firsthand the speed of the antelope, Lei Jin quickly changed his mind. He planned to train it as a mount. He’d even considered catching a baby elephant, thinking its strength could be useful for plowing fields. However, the mother elephants were far too formidable, chasing him and Mingya back with their tails figuratively between their legs.

Back home, An Sen saw their disheveled state and heard of their “glorious” exploit. He laughed until he nearly choked, saying, “Thank goodness you didn’t catch one! Otherwise, the tribe would have been attacked by the herd. They are fiercely protective of their young.”

After talking with Moya and with no sign of a swelling belly, Lei Jin remained cautious but didn’t alter his plans drastically. He went about his original schedule: learned some carpentry skills from Jia He to craft a tumbler toy and a rattle drum for Grapes; joined groups of females and werebeasts foraging deep in the mountains for seasonal wild greens. After several trips, the harvest was quite substantial. At the very least, he found common vegetables like leeks, celery, cilantro, and spinach. He carefully transplanted them into his vegetable garden. 

Every day, carrying Grapes, he would stroll around his plot, admiring the fruits of his labor. The seedlings had looked a bit droopy when first planted, but after a few rains, they perked up, gradually standing tall and turning vibrant green.

The tribe’s annual fair arrived on schedule. It was held on the vast grasslands not far from the Leopard Tribe. The site was spacious. Tribes that had arrived early were busy setting up animal skin tents. Jing Ping, Jing Yue, and their father Kun Ge arrived. Their papa, Hao Chen, was said to be ill and couldn’t make it. However, he sent Jing Ping with a set of newly made clothes and two jars of honey-brewed fruit wine. The crow had returned with Jing Ping’s group. 

As soon as it entered, it flapped around Lei Jin seeking praise for its efforts, only to be shooed away with a piece of meat. Even after eating its fill, it flew over to Mingya to complain tearfully, “I worked so hard to deliver the message! And I get shunned! Shunned!”

Mingya patiently coaxed it for most of the evening to no avail. Lei Jin, unable to sleep due to the noise and feeling irritable, grabbed it by the wings and tossed it far out the window. The next day, it was back, as spinelessly affectionate with Lei Jin as ever, earning everyone’s profound disdain.

These fairs lasted a month each time: spring in Leopard territory, summer in Bear territory, autumn in Wolf territory, and winter in Tiger territory. The Merfolk and Feather tribes weren’t particularly enthusiastic, but they never missed one. Each tribe occupied a corner of the fairground. Lei Jin’s group had the home advantage. They’d already set up a simple thatched shed, quite conspicuous among the sea of tents. A large wok for frying oil sat in the center, surrounded by shelves holding basins of marinated meat. Tables and stools were borrowed and scattered casually within the shed.

On the morning the fair opened, Xiya and the others managed the stall. Lei Jin, carrying Grapes, pulled Roger along to wander around. When he encountered unfamiliar things, Roger could explain. Though the weather wasn’t great, the crowds were large. The vast space prevented it from feeling crowded. Walking through, they saw that animal skins, various foods, and clothing were common offerings from every tribe. The distinctive items were: Leopard Tribe’s coarse pottery; Tiger Tribe’s various bone implements – tools and ornaments, all finely polished; Feather Tribe’s medicinal herbs (their location in the far north also meant their hunted pelts were exceptionally fine and warm); Merfolk Tribe’s goods were all novel and surprising to the land-dwelling werebeasts. Comparatively, the Wolf Tribe’s products seemed weaker, but they had mysteriously brought a new type of oil this year. Much fresher than animal fat, it was immensely popular. Others might not know, but Lei Jin recognized it instantly – peanut oil! They’d actually managed to produce it after he mentioned it once back in Wolf territory. And Qinghe was among those selling the oil. This was the opportunity Lei Jin had been waiting for.

Everything else was understandable, but what truly astonished Lei Jin was the Bear Tribe. Their prized offerings were bronze and iron implements! Though the variety was small – bronze items were limited to knives of various lengths, and iron items were just a few simple hoes and iron plates – the fact that they could smelt bronze and iron was impressive enough.

However, not only were the prices exorbitant, but upon hearing they were from the Leopard Tribe, the Bear tribespeople made no secret of their refusal: they wouldn’t sell anything to anyone from the Wolf or Leopard tribes. The feud from fighting ran deep. Just then, a black-haired, brown-eyed werebeast emerged from the largest tent in the Wolf Tribe area. He walked straight up to Lei Jin and called out, “Papa!”

A vein pulsed visibly on Lei Jin’s forehead. Being called ‘papa’ by a middle-aged werebeast made him want to commit murder.

The people nearby respectfully addressed the man: “Chief.”

The man seemed to realize his mistake. He scrutinized Lei Jin again, then murmured with disappointment, “Actually, upon closer inspection, the resemblance isn’t really there. It’s just these dark eyes… they’re too similar.”

Lei Jin really wanted to roar, ‘Go to our place! Dark eyes are everywhere! Are you going to grab everyone and call them mom?!’ But he quickly guessed the likely reason. Back when Tian Qi met him outside the forbidden land, he’d mentioned a black-haired, dark-eyed female who left this world forty years ago. If he guessed correctly, this man was probably the child left behind.

Lei Jin kissed Grapes in his arms. The little rascal, now sporting four milk teeth, was gnawing vigorously on the softwood tumbler in his grasp.

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Lei Jin and Roger were invited inside the tent for a conversation. The man introduced himself as Le Yang. Before they left, Le Yang sold them two small bronze knives and a small iron hoe at an extremely low price. He also invited them to visit the Bear Tribe sometime, seeming sincere, not just making polite conversation.

However, just a few steps outside the tent, Le Yang chased after them and asked, “A werebeast from the Leopard tribe died during the spring hunt this year. Did you know him?”

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Lei Jin wasn’t the type to dwell on things. Though this particular matter troubled him deeply, he set it aside after a couple of days. What was meant to come would come. Wracking his brain now wouldn’t magically undo what he’d already eaten. However, Mingya, the instigator of the whole affair, wasn’t having such an easy time. Lei Jin still allowed him close, even permitted his touch. But every time things got heated, Lei Jin would kick him off the bed. After a few rounds of this, Mingya was thoroughly miserable, his mouth lined with painful blisters that forced him to eat slowly and carefully.

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Roger, seeing this, felt sorry for him. At first, he thought Mingya might be suffering from spring dryness and pondered what cooling foods could help. Later, he vaguely learned the real reason from Xiya and was both amused and exasperated. He decided to let them sort it out themselves. Watching their lively daily interactions made ordinary days feel much more vibrant.

Roger sat by the window. Opposite him under the eaves, two newly returned swallows were busily gathering grass to build their nest, chirping happily away. Though Mingya was his own flesh and blood, Roger couldn’t understand their language. Seeing Lei Jin bustling about, living life with such relish, Roger felt he should be doing something too. He smiled, shook his head, spread a piece of bark paper on the table, and began sketching with a charcoal stick.

Lei Jin was constantly harping in his ear: since land had been allocated to everyone, shouldn’t they build some basic irrigation systems? It would make watering much easier. The implication was clear: help me with this. Lei Jin seemed more driven by the day, not even sparing Roger himself. But honestly, the feeling wasn’t bad.

The weather was turning warm. Lei Jin rolled up his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The crude farming tools and lack of animal labor made the work especially exhausting. The plot of land allocated outside the tribe had already been plowed and sown with wheat by An Sen, Xiya, and the others.

Lei Jin wanted to cultivate the plot near the house himself. The area close to the stream was reserved for rice; corn and beans would be planted after the wheat harvest. For now, he’d only scattered some experimental corn kernels in a corner. The rest he planted with vegetables – though the variety was pitifully small: just potatoes, scallions, and peppers. The onions he’d found last year had been dug up and eaten. Roger had later gone back a few times and collected some seeds, but even adding those, they only had four types, far from his goal. Perhaps he could venture deeper into the forest; surely there were more edible greens to be found.

Grapes slept soundly on his little bed in the shade of the wall corner, his little face flushed, even drooling a bit. To Lei Jin, his son looked utterly adorable just like that.

“Lei Jin, water.” Mingya came running out from the house carrying a large jar. Water splashed out as he ran, leaving a sparkling trail in the sunlight.

The water was lukewarm, perfect for drinking. Lei Jin tilted his head back and gulped down nearly half the jar. Wiping his mouth, he looked down at Mingya crouched at his feet, gazing up at him like a forlorn puppy. Amused, Lei Jin lifted Mingya’s chin. “Open up, let me see. Still hurts?”

“Hurts,” Mingya mumbled obediently, mouth wide open. The crucial point was Lei Jin wouldn’t let him touch him, yet he saw Lei Jin being intimate with his elder brothers right in front of him. At night, that part ached so much he couldn’t sleep.

“Pain will make you remember the lesson. Try any tricks next time, see how I deal with you.” Lei Jin pulled Mingya up, using the trees for cover. He ruffled Mingya’s hair and pressed a light, comforting kiss to his lips.

“Mingya will be obedient,” Mingya mumbled his pledge of loyalty, then wrapped his arms tightly around Lei Jin, pulling him flush against his body. He captured Lei Jin’s lips, taking charge with a fervent, unskilled, yet intensely direct kiss. As for Lei Jin’s earlier bullying, it all vanished like smoke in the wind, leaving no trace.

Just as Mingya, losing control, was about to go further, Grapes let out a little “wah” sound and woke up. Lei Jin glanced over Mingya’s shoulder and met his son’s bright, wide eyes. Grapes was wriggling his arms and legs excitedly, looking utterly fascinated. Lei Jin’s face immediately darkened. Instinctively, he shoved Mingya, who had just pulled his collar aside and was nibbling on his neck, away from him. “Go watch the baby,” he ordered sharply, conveniently ignoring who had initiated the whole thing.

Caught off guard, Mingya stumbled back a step, momentarily dazed. Only when Lei Jin’s fist seemed poised to swing did he snap back to reality. He hurriedly went to pick up Grapes. As he turned his back to Lei Jin, a flicker of grievance crossed his face. He whispered to the baby, “Baby, your timing is just awful. Your poor youngest Dad is so pitiful.”

Lei Jin shot him a glare, thinking he was the truly pitiful one here. He stretched his limbs. Sure, being on the bottom was more pleasurable and less tiring, but handling three of them simultaneously was exhausting! No one sympathized; they just told him to relax, which only made things easier for them. Maybe next time he’d make them try being on the bottom. Hmm… starting with the little guy seemed like an excellent idea.

Standing under the blazing sun, Mingya suddenly shivered. Why did Lei Jin’s gaze on his back feel so chilling? Had he accidentally done something wrong again? Was he going to be relegated to just watching once more?

“Such heavy rain! Came down without warning!” Lei Jin rushed into the house, clutching a small leather bundle – little clothes for Grapes that he’d asked Su Rui to make. The weather was warming, Grapes was learning to roll over, and couldn’t stay swaddled forever. Outside, the rain poured down in sheets, turning midday almost as dark as night. He’d heard the rainy season was coming for days, but hadn’t expected such a dramatic entrance.

“It’s been overcast for days. You went out without even a rain cape, let alone a bamboo hat,” Moya chided gently, pulling him to sit down. He took a cloth and began drying Lei Jin’s dripping hair. This man always claimed to be older than them, yet he couldn’t take care of himself at all.

“Who carries a heavy rain cape around town for no reason?” Lei Jin retorted. It was thick and cumbersome, totally ruining his usual cool image. The bamboo hat was rejected for the same reason. It was just rain, not bullets. What man was afraid of a little water? Image came first, obviously.

A flicker of amusement crossed Moya’s eyes. He was speechless. Lei Jin’s logic was always so forcefully illogical that it left no room for rebuttal.

“The work in the fields is finally done for now,” Lei Jin said, looking out at the rain-lashed courtyard. Raindrops splashed like blossoms on the bluestone slabs outside the door. Beneath the corner of the wall, the branches of the plants Roger had cultivated were dark, dotted with tender green buds.

After nearly a month of hard work, everything that needed planting was finally in the ground. They’d made it in time for the season, so he could relax. This rain had come at just the right moment.

The large coarse pottery jar they used to store rice and flour had developed a big crack in the bottom. An Luo had gone to the tribe’s pottery kiln to get a new one today and was about to throw the old one out. Lei Jin quickly stopped him. He thought it would be perfect for growing bean sprouts. They hadn’t had fresh greens all winter. Wild vegetables on the mountains were just barely peeking through; it would be a while before they could be properly harvested. Besides the beans used for tofu, they still had some left, but during the lean spring season, who dared use precious beans for mere side dishes? They had to be saved for emergencies.

Now, with bean sprouts, he wouldn’t have to worry! They could be tossed in salads, stir-fried with meat, or quick-blanched. Lei Jin happily soaked the beans, marveling at how much he’d missed even simple bean sprouts.

Plump beans were naturally saved for seeds. Since it was raining and there was nothing else to do, he decided to make a large batch. He made some tofu too. The cracked pottery jar was perfect for growing bean sprouts; just water them diligently for a few days – not much trouble. He also found some unused pots, jars, and broken basins lying around the house. Filling them with sandy soil, he buried beans in them and placed them under the eaves, waiting for the green bean sprouts to grow.

Despite the rain, their house was rarely empty. Roger worked on his sketches at home, revising them repeatedly. He’d also braved the rain to make numerous trips to the fields. Finally, he finished the irrigation canal plans. An Bu and the tribe’s elders were sensible; they knew they couldn’t rely solely on the heavens. Though rainfall was plentiful, it didn’t fall according to people’s wishes. Building canals to divert river water was an excellent solution. Sometimes, discussions got so lively they ended up staying for meals. It wasn’t a time of food shortage anymore, so hosts were happy to feed guests. Sometimes, young females would drop by to visit. Seeing the chief and elders, they showed respect but still chatted and laughed without much reserve. Consequently, mealtimes sometimes gathered a whole houseful of people, almost as if they were there specifically for a free meal.

Though Lei Jin’s cooking was delicious, he had no intention of cooking every single meal. So, as long as Xiya and Moya were home, they handled most of the three daily meals. But with so many people now, he couldn’t leave it all to them. Lei Jin pitched in frequently. For the first few days, he served generous platters of meat and large bowls of vegetables. The meat didn’t garner much attention, but the sight of fresh greens made everyone’s eyes gleam – they’d been starved for them all winter. Hearing Lei Jin’s methods were simple, many said they’d try them come autumn. Right now, it wasn’t possible; their beans were nearly gone. However, this only fueled more curiosity. People came in waves, one group after another. Lei Jin felt like charging admission at the door. It wasn’t that he begrudged the food; it was just the sheer hassle of cooking for so many.

Finally, Lei Jin hit upon a brilliant idea. He cut large chunks of meat, marinated them overnight with oil, salt, scallions, and soy sauce. The next day, he filled half a wok with oil in the kitchen. Whoever wanted to eat, and however much they wanted, had to fry it themselves. They merely provided a pot of tofu soup and a few plates of bean sprouts. Everyone found it amusing and enjoyed themselves thoroughly.

The first heavy spring rain came and went intermittently. Amidst the communal eating and drinking, over half a month slipped by.

Afterwards, the tribespeople seemed to feel a bit embarrassed. Many brought their own meat as gifts, more than they had consumed. Consequently, their own cellar became overflowing with meat. It wasn’t winter anymore; the meat would spoil if kept too long. Just as they were fretting over the surplus, the tribe’s annual grand fair was fast approaching. Xiya suggested they simply salt and cure it to sell at the fair. After all, people from every tribe needed to eat.

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Lei Jin, naturally fond of excitement, didn’t want to miss such a rare tribal gathering. Besides, Jing Ping and Hao Chen were also coming. By all accounts, he should be happy. But one thing prevented him from feeling truly joyful: lately, the mere sight of greasy food made him nauseous.

Could he really be this unlucky? A one-time shot and he’d hit the jackpot? Lei Jin conveniently forgot that it hadn’t been just once, but three times in a row.

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The more Lei Jin thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Don’t animals have mating seasons? He wasn’t sure about leopards, but given recent events, he couldn’t help but suspect.

“What’s got you frowning like that?” Xiya plopped down beside him, rudely interrupting Lei Jin’s contemplation of this critical life issue.

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“Weren’t you supposed to be escorting the chief home?” Lei Jin had been sprawled on the grass, eyes closed, deep in what he called “meditation”—though in reality, he was just catching up on much-needed sleep. At the sound of Xiya’s voice, he jolted awake and instinctively tried to bolt. Only a fool wouldn’t run. Xiya was the most relentless of the three.

But his sore, weak waist betrayed him. He barely managed to lift himself halfway before collapsing back.

Xiya’s long arm snaked around his waist, dragging him into a firm embrace. With a teasing grin Lei Jin knew all too well, Xiya murmured, “Broad daylight, in front of so many people—flinging yourself into my arms like this is so embarrassing.”

Lei Jin punched his shoulder, inwardly cursing. Embarrassed? Then why are you holding me so tight my spine might snap? If you were any less embarrassed, would you just take me right here in front of everyone?

Of course, he couldn’t say that out loud. Knowing Xiya, he might actually try something outrageous. So Lei Jin stayed silent, pretending the wind had drowned out Xiya’s words.

Despite the punch, Xiya was pleasantly surprised by Lei Jin’s uncharacteristic tolerance. He decided to play along—especially since Lei Jin’s exhaustion was obvious. Maybe they had been too anxious lately.

Grapes was only four months old and still needed careful nurturing. There was no rush for another child. They had their whole lives ahead of them.

“Take a nap. I’ll stay with you,” Xiya whispered, covering Lei Jin’s eyes with a gentle hand.

“I don’t trust you,” Lei Jin replied bluntly.

“Trust me or not, if you don’t sleep, I’ll strip you right here. We’ve never tried it under the sun on the grasslands. If you don’t object, today’s the perfect day to test it out. Might be… stimulating.” Xiya’s hand slid down to squeeze a handful of Lei Jin’s backside, thoroughly pleased with the firmness. Their mate was truly exceptional.

This guy’s a complete rogue! Lei Jin fumed. Not that the other two were any better. Off the bed, they were all obedience and deference. But once on the bed? Even the usually docile Mingya turned into a relentless beast.

It reminded Lei Jin of his own past—how often had he been called a scoundrel? Guess it’s true what they say: villains are afraid of villains, and rogues are pressed down by rogues. Bah! That wasn’t right, it was like attracts like!

His thoughts scattered as Xiya’s rhythmic patting lulled him toward sleep. The warm spring sun was perfect for napping.

“Remember to feed Grapes later,” Lei Jin mumbled, already half-asleep.

“Got it. Sleep now.” What a stubborn man. He could barely keep his eyes open yet he still resisted.

“Is he asleep?” Moya asked, airing out the house under the bright sun. He’d taken all the blankets and pillows outside to warm, ensuring a cozy night.

“Fought it tooth and nail, but he’s out now.” Xiya adjusted his hold on Lei Jin, accepting the blanket Moya handed him. Despite the sunshine, spring breezes carried a chill.

“I saw him dozing earlier when I took down the curtains. Mingya startled him awake, but he played with Grapes for a while after.” Moya smoothed Lei Jin’s hair—soft and silky despite using the same soapberry powder as everyone else. It now brushed his nape, though Lei Jin kept complaining it was “girly long” and needed cutting.

“Seeing him sleep so peacefully beside us feels like a dream. When we first met, he was so wary—we had to tiptoe around him.” They’d weathered so much to reach this point. Now, all they wanted was to protect this man for the rest of their lives, watching him live freely and boldly.

It had been Lei Jin’s idea to raid the Bear Tribe. Since returning, they had also heard he’d led the tribe’s females in solving food shortages, earning even the werebeasts’ respect. Thanks to him, the three brothers were now envied by all.

Lei Jin always seemed to brim with energy, inspiring trust effortlessly.

Moya carried the washed curtains to the stream for rinsing—they’d be reused next winter. Mingya, with Grapes strapped to his back, frolicked across the grasslands, eliciting peals of laughter from the baby. A crow and a fox scampered beside them—a bizarre trio.

Watching Lei Jin sleep so soundly, Xiya felt drowsy himself.

That morning, while escorting An Bu home, the chief had mused, “If Lei Jin were a werebeast, he’d make a fine chief.”

The comment startled Xiya. An Bu had been staying with them the past few days—though he’d sworn them to secrecy, his injury was from saving An Sen. Given that, caring for him was only right. Fortunately, the wound wasn’t severe and had nearly healed.

But An Bu was in his prime. Why talk of stepping down?

Long ago, chiefs were decided through combat. Strength was essential—the chief led hunts, and food was the tribe’s lifeline. But brute force alone wasn’t enough anymore. The chief needed the people’s trust.

If that’s the case, Xiya thought proudly, our clever, capable mate—aside from his slight lack of stamina—would be perfect.

Unable to resist, he pressed a light kiss to Lei Jin’s slightly parted lips.

As the weather warmed, snowmelt seeped into the earth, reviving the grasslands. The streams swelled, and Lei Jin, clad in lighter furs, felt invigorated. He splashed icy water on his face by the stream, relishing the chill. New shoots sprouted among the reeds.

The tribe’s fields had been allocated. Their plot, conveniently near the river, would simplify irrigation. The werebeasts were busy clearing new land for expanded cultivation next year. With proper care, the wheat should tide them over the next spring shortage.

But Lei Jin wanted a separate plot for corn and rice. If those failed, vegetables would suffice. A winter of nothing but meat, potatoes, and pickles had been brutal. At least they’d had tofu.

Never one to stay still for long, Lei Jin enlisted the family’s help to clear a patch east of their house. His first attempt at planting ended in disaster—he’d sown polished rice, which promptly rotted.

Roger explained: only unhusked rice from the stalk would grow. With no rice nearby and the Tiger Tribe too far for a month-long trip, they’d have to wait for the annual trade gathering. Jing Ping’s tribe might bring some.

“Caw! First time seeing someone plant white rice? So stupid, so stupid!” A crow landed on Lei Jin’s shoulder, flapping for attention.

“None of your business, coal-black menace. Where’ve you been all winter?” Being mocked by a bird—what was the world coming to?

“Caw caw caw! Too cold! Stayed in my nest. Not like you’d share your bed!” The crow cocked its head, studying Lei Jin. It had missed this human.

“Try it, and I’ll roast you.” Lei Jin paused. “Wait—why can I understand you?”

“Caw caw caw! Probably from eating Mingya’s—”

Damn! Lei Jin barely stifled a curse. Since when do birds know about that?

“Eat more, eat more! Then we can chat some more.” The crow had missed so much drama this winter. Curse its cold intolerance!

“Chat about what?” Lei Jin gritted out.

“Caw! Like who makes you feel best, who’s the most—”

Lei Jin lunged, grabbing its wings.

“Caw—Help! Abuse! Poor innocent bird—”

“Lei Jin, what are you doing?” Mingya limped out, puzzled. Due to his injury, he didn’t need to work the field.

“Bonding.” Lei Jin deadpanned, releasing the now-balding crow.

“Caw! Lies, lies!” It nuzzled Mingya indignantly.

Lei Jin shot it a look.

“Caw! Fine, fine.” The crow wilted. I’m so pitiful, so weak, so helpless.

Satisfied, Lei Jin realized—this was the perfect messenger. If Jing Ping brought rice seeds this year, they might still plant. After much “persuasion” (read: feather-plucking), the crow departed for the Tiger Tribe with a knotted cord around its neck.

“Lei Jin, let Mingya do it once? Please? Mingya’s been good.” Mingya clung to Lei Jin’s neck, pouting.

“Just once?” He held up a finger.

Lei Jin bit the offending digit, then turned away, stripping to lean against the wardrobe. Legs slightly parted, he crooked a finger. “Hurry.” Before Xiya and Moya returned to demand their turns.

Mingya tore off his clothes and pounced, his eagerness sending a thrill through Lei Jin.

Mingya started with Lei Jin’s chest, lavishing attention on his nipples before sliding down to take him into his mouth.

Lei Jin arched with a moan, tangling his hands in Mingya’s hair.

“Cough—” Without warning, Lei Jin soon came and Mingya swallowed hastily, choking.

“Go rinse.” Lei Jin slumped against the wardrobe.

“Mingya likes it.”

Before Lei Jin could retort, Mingya hoisted his legs and sheathed himself in one thrust. Lei Jin’s gasp dissolved into ragged breaths as Mingya set a relentless pace.

The emptiness inside him was satisfied, Mingya’s heated member rubbed and penetrated into his passage little by little. Lei Jin frowned at first, then slowly relaxed his brows, his legs hanging in the air, his body rocking violently with Mingya.

“Bastard, you… Mingya… ah…” Lei Jin shouted, but was immediately interrupted by Mingya’s unexpected thrust. When he came in from behind for the second time, he had changed into beast form. That inhuman size could be fatal.

“Moya, do you think our little brother is really dumb or just pretending to be dumb?” Xiya heard the noise before he even entered the house.

Moya’s answer was to open the door directly.

Lei Jin did not have an easy time that night. Even though they said they tried to restrain themselves, Lei Jin was still pressed down by them as they took turns using their beast form. His hole was filled up so much that it was impossible to tell whose semen came out in the end. The most hateful thing was that none of the three of them helped him clean it, and he just slept with it inside all night. When he woke up the next day, his lower half was really sticky.

Chunji had said beast form only increased chances of conception—it wasn’t guaranteed. Given the tribe’s low birth rates, pregnancy should be rare.

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There’s no way I’m that unlucky. One time? Impossible.

Not that he was opposed anymore, but life was easier without.

Probably not. Probably not. Lei Jin rubbed his belly, repeating it like a mantra.

Not that wishing would change anything.

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These past few days might have been the most peaceful Lei Jin had experienced since coming to this world. Xiya and Moya were about to return, and Mingya now dutifully reported to Chunji’s place every morning after breakfast. Regardless of whether his leg would fully recover, at least he seemed to have moved past that dark period of self-doubt.

Little Grapes had grown two teeth and now gnawed on anything he could get his hands on, his lively antics endearing him to everyone. The weather grew warmer day by day, and even the tiny streams that had dried up in winter now shimmered with shallow puddles in front of every household.

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On such a warm spring day, lying on the vast grasslands with his child, basking in the sunlight, was pure bliss.

“Ah-ah-ah…” Grapes nestled warmly against Lei Jin’s arm, tiny fists clenched tightly, his bright emerald eyes eagerly following the birds soaring overhead.

Lei Jin shielded his eyes with one hand and glanced up at the sky, sighing helplessly at his son. “They’re flying too high. Your ol’ dad can’t catch them.” In other words, give up now, son.

“Ah-ah-ah…”

“Protest denied. Next time, ask your three dads to chase them for you. Your ol’ dad doesn’t have wings.” This was just an unreasonable request.

Who knew you could hold a conversation with a three-month-old baby? Lei Jin, you’re truly a dedicated father.

“Little Grapes, call me ‘Dad,’ won’t you?” Delusional was the only word to describe this man’s antics.

Grapes sucked on his tiny fist, stubbornly ignoring him.

“Da—d. Grapes, say ‘Dad.’ Da—d.” Lei Jin, ever persistent, lifted his son by the armpits and brought him face-to-face, enunciating each word slowly and clearly.

Grapes smacked his lips and—pfft!—sprayed a mouthful of drool right onto his ol’ dad’s nose.

“You little rascal! You smell like milk!” Lei Jin wiped his face in defeat, then retaliated by planting a noisy kiss on those chubby cheeks.

Grapes squirmed, giggling and dodging his father’s affectionate assault. Despite all his clever tricks, Lei Jin was utterly powerless against this tiny creature who had popped out of his own belly. One look at that innocent little face, and his heart melted.

After much effort, Grapes had finally gained some weight, his complexion rosier now, his body solid and warm in Lei Jin’s arms. Yet he still needed medicine with every meal and regular acupuncture sessions.

How could anyone not dote on such a precious little thing who had suffered so much? Lei Jin thought.

A familiar female from the tribe came by to inform Lei Jin that the werebeasts from the spring hunt had returned early and were already at the village entrance. Mingya was still at Chunji’s for his treatment, while Mura and Zhu Xi had gone to gather spring shoots in the mountains.

Lei Jin carried Grapes back inside and dragged Roger—who had been hunched over the table, scribbling something—out with him. The streets were lively, with many people lounging on stools, soaking up the sun. But the peaceful scene was soon disrupted by the crowd surging toward the village entrance.

Everyone seemed anxious, waiting restlessly. Lei Jin, not wanting to stand out, nudged Roger and whispered, “Weren’t the werebeasts supposed to be back? Why does no one look happy?”

“In past years, a dozen or so always died during the spring hunt. Even if it’s better this time, people are used to worrying. Until they see their loved ones, no one can truly relax,” Roger murmured back.

Lei Jin nodded. That made sense.

The crowd at the front began to stir—likely the werebeasts had arrived. Those behind pushed forward, but Lei Jin, afraid someone might bump into Grapes, pulled Roger aside to wait by the roadside.

The first group of werebeasts entered, laden with prey, immediately swarmed by their families. Lei Jin didn’t spot any familiar faces, so he focused on holding Grapes steady while standing on a nearby rock to peer into the distance.

But neither Xiya nor Moya was in sight. Not even An Sen or An Luo.

As the crowd thinned, leaving only a handful of females behind, Lei Jin hopped down, puzzled. “Did they come back in batches? Roger, what’s wrong? You look terrible.”

Roger’s lips trembled. He opened his mouth several times but couldn’t utter a sound.

“Roger, don’t scare me like this. Are you feeling unwell? Let me take you home. Can you walk, or should I carry you?” Lei Jin had no idea what had suddenly come over him.

“Lei Jin.” Roger closed his eyes in anguish. After twenty years of detached observation, was it finally his turn?

“Yeah?”

“Let’s go check. Maybe they fell behind.” Roger’s voice was hollow.

Lei Jin’s heart sank. He’d considered that possibility but quickly shook his head, his gaze firm. “Let’s see them first before jumping to conclusions.”

To be honest, Roger’s mind was in turmoil. He desperately needed some reassurance from Lei Jin.

Nearby, some females had already begun weeping softly.

Lei Jin and Roger walked a few hundred meters beyond the village before spotting a group of werebeasts flying toward them. Even in beast form, Lei Jin immediately recognized Xiya and Moya. They, along with two others, were hauling a vine stretcher bearing someone.

As they landed at the village entrance and shifted back to human form, Moya reached out to touch Lei Jin’s face, his expression fatigued but affectionate. “Why come all the way out here? You could’ve waited at home. We’ll be back after distributing the prey.”

Xiya, now free, took Grapes and bounced him in his arms, grinning. “He’s chubbier. Our little chubby son.”

Seeing them unharmed, Lei Jin finally relaxed. Though he hadn’t shown it earlier, he’d been terrified.

“Chief, what happened to you?” Lei Jin now noticed An Bu lying on the stretcher.

An Bu’s gaze had been fixed on Roger, who was talking to An Sen and An Luo. Only when Lei Jin spoke did he snap out of it, his face flushing slightly. He cleared his throat. “Ah, Lei Jin. You came too?”

So not only did he not hear my question, he didn’t even notice me standing right here? Lei Jin thought, exasperated.

But he kept his tone polite—after all, this was Moya’s father. “Yeah, Roger and I came together. Are you badly hurt?”

“Nothing serious. Just a wing injury. Couldn’t fly back on my own.”

“That’s good, that’s good.” Lei Jin rubbed his nose, at a loss for what else to say. Should he yell, “Stop staring! Roger hasn’t even glanced your way!”?

By the time they returned to the village, Zhu Xi and Mura had heard the news and rushed over. The injured werebeasts—only about a dozen, all conscious and seemingly not gravely hurt—were sent home first.

But An Bu, as chief, had no such luck. He had to oversee the fair distribution of the hunted prey in the square before the temple.

Since An Bu’s family hadn’t been home in a while, and given the rare occasion of everyone surviving the spring hunt, they decided to have a reunion dinner at Roger’s place that night.

Lei Jin took charge of cooking, with Mura assisting. The menu included fragrant smoked fish stir-fried with scallions, glazed braised pork in soy sauce, crucian carp and tofu soup, and a simple stir-fry of tender spring shoots. Paired with a basket of steaming flatbreads fresh off the stove, the spread wasn’t elaborate but was more than enough to feed everyone—with leftovers to spare.

It wasn’t until bath time that Lei Jin discovered Xiya and Moya weren’t as unscathed as they’d appeared. Both bore injuries, though none were serious, so he didn’t press further.

“How was the journey?” Lei Jin lounged lazily on the bed after his bath.

“Started smoothly, following our plan. But on the way back, near the Wolf Tribe, Yu Qi ambushed us with some of his people, trying to steal our prey. Didn’t succeed, but we had some wounded,” Moya replied, gently patting Grapes, who was drowsing in his arms.

“How shameless.” Lei Jin muttered. When pushed to desperation, people would do anything. He understood—but when it involved his own family, sympathy went out the window.

They couldn’t let this slide. Yu Qi had hosted them once, so Lei Jin wouldn’t seek his life, but the matter couldn’t end here. Yu Qi seemed to love being chief very much, maybe it was time for a change. His eyes darkened briefly before he lowered his lashes, masking his thoughts.

Moya, busy kissing Grapes’ chubby cheeks, missed the look. He sighed. “We did lose one person. You might know him—Pei Ning, the one who often visited Chunji.”

“Him?” Lei Jin was stunned. He did know Pei Ning—one of the two werebeasts frequently seen with Chunji, and the one Chunji seemed to treat differently.

“What happened? During the hunt or the fight with the Wolf Tribe?” Did Chunji know yet?

“Neither. We were about to leave the valley with our prey when Pei Ning spotted something and climbed a sheer cliff alone. Rocks broke loose and he fell with them. We searched for hours but only found his pouch. With more stones falling and the exit half-blocked, we had to retreat. No chance he survived.”

Losing someone they knew left no one unaffected. Lei Jin felt all the more grateful that Xiya and the others had returned safely.

“Little Brother, while your Second Brother and I were away, you certainly didn’t hold back, did you?” Xiya gritted his teeth, dragging Mingya by the collar into the outer room while Moya and Lei Jin talked.

“Mingya doesn’t understand.” Clueless as ever.

Xiya, frustrated by his obliviousness, pinned him against the wall and smirked. “Don’t tell me you didn’t devour Lei Jin from head to toe these past weeks.” The moment he’d seen Lei Jin, he’d noticed—the scent of someone thoroughly loved lingered on him. And the state of their bedroom only confirmed it.

Mingya, recalling Lei Jin’s pliant body beneath him, flushed crimson. Rubbing his head, he grinned shyly yet triumphantly, sparking a surge of jealousy in Xiya, who now desperately wanted to storm back in and claim Lei Jin in the most primal way possible.

But he could only fantasize. Lei Jin had already laid down the law: Tonight, everyone rests. And disobeying was not an option.

Lei Jin visited Chunji several times but was turned away each time. In the end, he entrusted some of the hunted game to Tian Qi, who came daily to treat Mingya’s leg, to deliver to Chunji.

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As the days grew warmer, especially after a few spring showers, hints of green began to dot the grasslands. And unless it was his imagination, the frequency with which those three dragged him into bed seemed to have increased with the rising temperatures—often with the added thrill of shifting into beast form.

Were it not for his vigilance, Lei Jin might already be carrying another child. But prevention was only temporary. Gazing at the sky, he adopted a deeply troubled expression.

Is spring mating season for leopards or something?

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After his bath, Lei Jin pulled out the new clothes Mingya had worn on his coming-of-age day from the closet and put them on. The grayish-white top wasn’t particularly eye-catching, but the fabric was unexpectedly soft. Mingya had folded it meticulously, and since it had only been worn once, the creases were still crisp.

According to tribal customs, even the most frugal families would make new clothes for their young werebeasts when they came of age. If they didn’t survive the transition, these would serve as burial garments. If they succeeded, they could wear them again during bonding ceremonies.

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Mingya was now slightly taller than Lei Jin. Roger had ordered the clothes a bit large at the time, but on Lei Jin, the hem barely reached his thighs, leaving his long legs completely bare. With every step, glimpses of what lay between his legs flickered into view.

Mingya stood rigidly by the door, swallowing hard as his heart pounded violently. He knew he shouldn’t stay, but his feet refused to move. The door was right behind him—one turn and he could leave. Yet from the moment they returned home until now, with Lei Jin already bathed, he hadn’t taken a single step.

“Go take a bath.” Lei Jin emerged, drying his damp hair, and raised an eyebrow at Mingya’s dazed expression. He had to verbally command him.

Mingya’s mind was blank. At Lei Jin’s words, he hurried into the inner room. The bathwater was still warm. Stripping hastily, he plunged in, his body heating up at the thought that Lei Jin had just soaked in this same tub.

“Make sure you wash there thoroughly.” Lei Jin walked in with a large cup of plain water, smirking.

“O-okay.” Mingya nodded reflexively before realizing what Lei Jin meant. His entire body turned red like a boiled lobster.

“I’ll inspect it later. Clean it properly.” Lei Jin strode over, glanced below the water’s surface, and noted Mingya’s already eager state. As if fanning the flames wasn’t enough, he took a sip of water, tilted Mingya’s chin up, and fed it to him with his mouth. Then he licked the lingering wetness from Mingya’s jaw, teasing, “Your mouth is dry. Want another sip?”

Mingya frantically nodded, then shook his head, wishing he could sink into the water entirely. The fire in his belly burned so fiercely he wanted to pin Lei Jin down and have his way with him.

Lei Jin gave him a knowing look and decided to back off—for now. The room was chilly, so he stoked the brazier to avoid freezing to death later.

Werebeast vision allowed them to see clearly even in dim light. Mingya’s heavy breaths filled the room as he stared fixedly at Lei Jin’s back. When Lei Jin crouched to tend the fire, the hem of his shirt rode up, revealing the pale curve of his buttocks—and the hidden cleft between them, twitching faintly with each movement. Mingya shuddered, unable to look away.

Lei Jin could feel that scorching gaze. His legs felt weak already, but for tonight’s goal, he had to endure it. There’ll be plenty of time to settle the score later.

The plain water tasted bland. What Lei Jin really needed was strong liquor to dull his senses and push through what came next.

In bed, he was a hedonist. If being on top felt good, he stayed on top. If bottoming brought more pleasure, he wouldn’t refuse outright. With Xiya and Moya, it was fine—but with Mingya, an inexplicable dissonance lingered. And tonight, he was the one initiating.

When Mingya rushed out after his bath, he found Lei Jin perched on a bench, one leg bent, lost in thought—his lower half exposed, his soft length resting between his thighs.

Mingya took deep breaths, trying to calm himself, to little effect. He edged closer, tentatively sitting beside Lei Jin, then leaned in to press trembling kisses to his neck—eyes closed, reverent and focused.

In that moment, Lei Jin realized it wasn’t such a big deal. He’d already committed to these three for life—overthinking was exhausting. Seeing Mingya’s clumsy earnestness, he chuckled lowly, hooked an arm around Mingya’s neck, and pulled him close.

“So eager to have me?” he murmured against Mingya’s lips.

Mingya’s breathing turned ragged, his fingers digging into Lei Jin’s shoulders. His blue eyes glistened with unshed tears.

Lei Jin kissed him deeply, savoring the youth’s clean, sweet taste. By the time they parted, both were panting.

Mingya’s hands roamed under Lei Jin’s shirt, calloused palms scraping deliciously over his skin before dipping lower, teasing the cleft between his cheeks. Lei Jin bit back a moan, then pulled Mingya over and straddled his lap—grinding down deliberately on the hard length beneath him.

“Mingya,” he breathed into Mingya’s ear, “you’re sweating. Need another bath?”

Tears spilled from Mingya’s lashes as he broke down, clutching Lei Jin’s waist. “Please, Lei Jin… Let me have you. I’ll listen to you, never look at another female—only you, just you…”

Lei Jin finally relaxed. “You mean it? No more bringing home females for bonding ceremonies?”

“Never, never!” Mingya sobbed against Lei Jin’s chest, his lips working open the ties of Lei Jin’s shirt.

“And you’ll go to Chunji for your leg treatments?” Lei Jin wanted all issues resolved tonight.

Mingya lifted tear-filled eyes, then looked away.

Lei Jin’s patience snapped. Yanking Mingya’s pants down, he freed the throbbing hardness and stroked it roughly. Then, bracing on Mingya’s shoulders, he lifted his hips—the tight ring of muscle fluttering before swallowing the tip inch by inch.

“Deeper… Please… It hurts…” Mingya patted Lei Jin’s buttocks pleadingly, his arousal aching unbearably. So hot, so tight…

Lei Jin feigned composure, but taking such girth was no easy feat. His waist trembled, barely supporting him as Mingya thrust upward greedily. Gritting his teeth, he hissed, “Will you go for treatments or not?”

Mingya sucked marks onto Lei Jin’s chest, crying, “My leg won’t heal. Treatments won’t help. I can’t protect you anymore.”

Arguing with someone this stubborn was pointless. Lei Jin smacked Mingya’s arms. “Fine. No treatments, no sex. Let me go.” He made to pull away.

Mingya instantly locked his arms around Lei Jin’s waist, whimpering, “Don’t leave! I just… I was scared you wouldn’t want me if my leg couldn’t heal and I couldn’t protect you!”

Lei Jin scoffed. “When did I ever say that? You played the pity card in the forbidden area, tricked me into being your mate, then turned around and brought someone home!” His anger flared, raining blows on Mingya, who only shielded his face, afraid to let his papa see any marks tomorrow.

Both forgot they were still joined. The movement sent shocks through both, and Mingya—already at his limit—couldn’t hold back. Gripping Lei Jin’s hips, he slammed upward, sheathing himself fully in that slick heat, setting a relentless pace.

“Ah! Slow down, you bastard! Trying to kill me?” Lei Jin gasped, pounding Mingya’s shoulders. But the overwhelming pleasure soon had his legs locking around Mingya’s waist, riding him eagerly.

Once unleashed, Mingya was insatiable. Despite Lei Jin’s kicks and curses, he pinned him to the bench, hiking one leg over his shoulder while the other dangled off the edge. Driving in from above, he filled Lei Jin completely, leaving no space untouched.

Lei Jin arched, clutching the bench legs to stay grounded. Moans spilled from his lips as his body clenched around Mingya, the friction stoking unbearable heat.

Gone was the domineering Lei Jin from earlier. Under Mingya’s relentless thrusts, his eyes glazed over, his movements turning wanton. The sight of his submission—spread open, taking Mingya’s length over and over—made Mingya gradually lose control. The friction also aroused an indescribable pleasure in Lei Jin’s body as well.

“Ngh… Mingya…” Lei Jin shouted. The unique sense of dissonance from being under Mingya made his body more sensitive. Just seeing Mingya lift one of his legs and thrust in and out between his own buttocks, spreading the hot and sticky liquid deep into his body, Lei Jin was pushed to the edge, trembling and releasing all over himself.

Mingya, far from done, lifted Lei Jin against the table, bending him over to plunge even deeper from behind. The table creaked under their frenzied rhythm.

Lei Jin, powerless to resist, could only endure the relentless pounding. One fleeting thought crossed his mind, the little guy’s really grown up… Before another angle, another deeper thrust wiped it away.

The night deepened, their ragged breaths and the slick sounds of coupling the only noise in the stillness.

Lei Jin was livid right now. If he’d known this would happen, he’d have let Mingya wallow in self-pity. Who cares if he lives or dies? Let him find someone else—bring home ten females for all I care! He’d have cheered them on, maybe even dragged them to the bonding ceremony himself.

But it was too late. Who could he blame? Himself, for acting too fast. After “resolving” Mingya that night, he’d promptly sent Luka packing. Now, all he wanted was to skin Mingya alive and turn his hide into a rug.

Since that night, Mingya had reverted to his obedient self—but developed an insatiable appetite. The moment Grapes fell asleep, he’d pounce, alternating between whining and pretending to be pitiful. They’d done it on the bed, the floor, in corners, on windowsills—with Xiya and Moya away, the entire house had become their playground.

At first, Lei Jin humored him. But Mingya’s stamina was inhuman—going half the night until even Lei Jin, with his iron constitution, was drained. When feigning disinterest failed, Mingya still found ways to coax one or two rounds out of him. Now, Lei Jin felt utterly hollowed out.

“Lei Jin… I saw violets blooming on the plains today…” Mingya’s voice dwindled under Lei Jin’s glare. Cradling Grapes, he inched closer, blinking nervously. “Are you mad? Lei Jin?”

Lei Jin’s expression softened slightly—though “friendly” was still out of reach. “Where did you take Grapes this early?”

“He woke up, and I didn’t want to disturb you. The morning air’s nice, like you said.” Mingya dared to tug Lei Jin’s sleeve. “Don’t be angry. Next time, if you say stop, I’ll stop. Okay?”

A snort came from the doorway. Mura walked in, struggling to keep a straight face. “Didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But I have good news!”

He paused dramatically. Lei Jin ignored him, but Mingya—ever the simpleton—bit. “What news, Brother Mura?”

“The spring hunting party’s returning soon!”

Mingya brightened, bouncing Grapes in his arms. “So our Dads and Elder and Second Brother are coming home?”

“Yeah, my dad is coming home too.”

“En, Uncle An Bu too. Grapes, your youngest dad is so happy. Everyone is going to come home safe.” Mingya kissed Grapes’ forehead. “Your Daddy Xiya and Daddy Moya are back! Aren’t you happy?”

“He doesn’t understand,” Lei Jin muttered, though his own spirits lifted. At least they’re safe.

“Yes he does, right, Grapes?”

Little Grapes waved his arms and giggled brightly, revealing his gums.

“Eh? Did you feed Grapes anything?” White specks dotted the baby’s gums.

“Just milk fruit juice.” Mingya said honestly.

Lei Jin wiped his hands and coaxed Grapes to open his mouth. Two tiny white bumps protruded from the lower gums. He touched them—hard—and only then he realized with delight.

“Grapes’s teething!” he exclaimed.

Mingya and Mura also wanted to see, but Lei Jin was afraid that they would scare Grapes, so he took him in his arms and said with a smile, “Don’t fight over it, you two. My son doesn’t even dare to open his mouth.” But he put his fingers in and touched him without any hesitation. When he was done, he nodded proudly and said, “En, my son will be able to eat meat soon. Let’s go have breakfast and tell your Grandpa Roger the good news.” When he said this, Lei Jin laughed. Roger, who looked to be in his early thirties, being called grandpa. It was funny just thinking about it.

It was a nice day today, with bright sunshine and warm breeze.

Mingya held Lei Jin’s hand, pointed at the scattered yellow flowers growing close to the ground on the grassland, and said, “Lei Jin, those are ground lilies. Every year when the ground lilies bloom on the grassland, spring is coming soon.”

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The ice on the creek had broken, and the clear water was flowing happily past their doorstep. Occasionally, small fish could be seen flipping in the silver waves and jumping high out of the water, breaking the tranquility of the scene.

“In just over a month, when the grass on the grassland is green, the animals will migrate north and we will have enough food.” Mura clapped his hands excitedly.

The south wind started to blow, spring should really be coming soon, Lei Jin thought.

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After speaking, Lei Jin didn’t spare Mingya another glance. He sat down with Grapes in his arms and fed him some milk fruit juice. Zhu Xi soon brought out dinner from the kitchen—thick corn porridge and large chunks of roasted meat.

Lei Jin casually invited the young female to stay for dinner, seating him right beside Mingya. Throughout the meal, Mingya never once introduced the female, though Zhu Xi referred to him as “Luka.” Luka seemed particularly interested in the corn porridge, repeatedly asking what it was. After all, it had been brought back from the Wolf Tribe, and most of the Leopard Tribe hadn’t tasted it before.

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Lei Jin observed coldly and noticed that Luka was quite a straightforward person, helping himself to two extra servings and earnestly praising the food.

After dinner, Lei Jin politely instructed Mingya to escort Luka home. Then, carrying Grapes, he returned to his room and firmly bolted the door from the inside.

This season, Xia Wei had been left behind to guard the tribe during the spring hunt, much to Mura’s delight. The two had been inseparable lately, even skipping meals to stay together. When Mingya returned, Mura was deep in conversation with Roger, showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. Sure enough, Roger glanced up and told Mingya to go to sleep in his own room.

Mingya tentatively pushed the door, but Lei Jin pretended not to hear. Throwing tantrums? A little jealousy? He could handle that. A bit of playful sulking might even add some spice, and he was willing to indulge it. But Mingya had crossed a line this time.

Lei Jin hated being threatened. Bringing another female home had trampled all over his boundaries. In the past, he would’ve cut ties without a second thought. He’d seen every trick in the book when it came to competing for favor—Mingya’s little act wasn’t even worth his attention.

After listening for a moment and hearing nothing but the howling wind outside, Lei Jin finally relented. The grasslands were freezing at night, and despite his anger, he couldn’t leave Mingya out there.

He opened the door to find Mingya curled up on the doorstep, hugging his knees. The moment he saw Lei Jin, he scrambled to his feet.

“Are you an idiot?” Lei Jin suppressed a pang of guilt and yanked Mingya inside by the collar. Would he have stayed out there all night if he hadn’t come out?

“Are you really planning to hold a bonding ceremony with Luka?” Though he already suspected the answer, Lei Jin still wanted to give Mingya a chance to explain.

“En.” Mingya nodded, eyes fixed on the bamboo cup of hot water in his hands.

“Fine. Sleep in Xiya’s room tonight. Grapes’ asleep in the inner room, so I can’t make space for you. Tomorrow, you can either move out and build your own place, or we’ll move out and leave this house to you.” Lei Jin closed his eyes briefly, then reopened them with a forced smile.

“Mingya will move out,” Mingya quickly added as Lei Jin turned to leave.

“We’ll talk tomorrow. I’m exhausted.” And he was—spending half the day cutting bamboo with the tribe’s females, then coming home to this mess. What a day.

Despite his fatigue, sleep wouldn’t come. Earlier, he’d been too angry to think clearly, but now, doubts crept in. Mingya wasn’t some scheming modern brat. He’s too simple-minded for that. How could he come up with such a stupid, dramatic plan? What was really going on?

Frustrated, Lei Jin kicked off his blanket, only to immediately regret it when the cold seeped in. Just as he was about to retrieve it, Mingya tiptoed over, picked it up, shook it out, and draped it over him again.

Still irritated, Lei Jin kicked it off once more. Mingya covered him again. This back-and-forth continued until Mingya finally realized Lei Jin was just picking a fight. Clutching the blanket, he stood by the bed, utterly lost.

“You trying to freeze me to death?” Lei Jin finally snapped after tormenting him enough.

Mingya hurriedly wrapped the blanket around him.

“Now it’s all cold from you gripping it. How am I supposed to sleep?” This was pure pettiness on his part.

“Mingya can warm it by the fire?” Mingya suggested anxiously, falling right into the trap. There was no helping it.

“And what will I use in the meantime?” Lei Jin glared. If I can’t sleep, neither can you.

Mingya’s lashes fluttered, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, completely at a loss.

“Take off your clothes and get in here. Warm me up.” Lei Jin was determined to make Mingya suffer for his earlier stunt.

Too afraid to refuse, Mingya obeyed without question, slipping into bed stiffly. Lei Jin sprawled over him without a second thought and promptly fell asleep, leaving Mingya rigid beneath him, arms awkwardly splayed.

Only when Lei Jin’s breathing evened out did Mingya dare to pull him closer, muffling his own quiet sobs against Lei Jin’s shoulder. I can’t let go. No matter what, I can’t.

Feeling Mingya’s trembling, Lei Jin sighed inwardly. You little dummy. What’s really going on? How could I ever trust someone else with you? Even if you won’t tell me, I’ll figure it out eventually.

The tribe didn’t know how to smelt iron. The few iron tools they had were dug up near the temple, patched together haphazardly. Making the kind of iron traps Lei Jin envisioned was impossible, and he knew it. That’s why he’d asked Jia He for alternatives.

Roger often said the people here weren’t lacking in intelligence—just ideas. With a little guidance, they could create remarkable things.

Lei Jin agreed wholeheartedly, especially when he saw the bamboo trap Jia He had devised after days of tinkering. It consisted of four sturdy, flexible bamboo slats—two flat ones forming a base and two arched ones held apart by a thin bamboo strip. When triggered, the strip would snap, clamping the trap shut on unsuspecting prey.

The only downside? It was basically disposable, likely breaking after one use.

Despite minor squabbles, the tribe banded together in times of crisis. Hearing about Lei Jin and Jia He’s “set-and-forget” traps—and recalling their previous fishing success—many volunteered to help.

Since the catch would be shared, Lei Jin welcomed all hands. His fishing feat hadn’t made him a legend, but it had earned him goodwill. The tribe’s straightforward nature meant kindness was repaid in kind. Those who genuinely cared for the community were cherished in return.

They set up workshop by the river—plenty of space and easy access to bamboo. Lei Jin divided tasks: elders watched children and cooked, younger females split between cutting bamboo and fishing, able-bodied males patrolled, and the elderly or disabled worked with Jia He on traps. The riverbank buzzed with activity.

Watching Lei Jin’s enthusiasm, Roger felt a spark of motivation. Despite twenty years here, he’d rarely participated in communal efforts. Physically present but emotionally detached. Now, seeing Lei Jin’s wholehearted involvement, it seemed that he had taken the inferior path. He was not as free and open minded as Lei Jin, who tried every means to leave when he was determined to leave, and worked hard here when he was determined to stay. Twenty years had passed, and maybe he should finally let it go. Although it was a bit late, it was better than living in his own world all his life.

“What’s making you so happy?” Lei Jin asked, pausing mid-chop with his stone axe. Roger’s rare smile seemed to soften years of stubborn resentment that always seemed to clinging to him

“Focus on your work. Since when did you become such a busybody?” Roger rubbed his cheek self-consciously. Was his smile weird?

“With our relationship, of course I’d look out for you.” Lei Jin clapped Roger’s shoulder amiably.

“What ‘relationship’? At most, you’re my sons’ wife,” Roger shot back, emphasizing the last word.

“Then we’re in-laws.” Lei Jin, shameless as ever, smirked. The tribespeople nearby had no clue what they were bantering about anyway.

Roger choked on his own breath, momentarily speechless.

“Hey, your husband’s getting stolen,” Roger teased when he spotted Luka sidling up to Mingya.

“Who’s whose husband isn’t set in stone yet. Maybe you’ll end up having to marry off all three of your sons to me as my wives,” Lei Jin retorted, barely sparing the pair a glance. Let Mingya play his little game.

Privately, Roger thought, even if you’re the husband in name, you’re still the one getting pinned down. But given his own history, he kept that to himself.

As the saying goes, know your enemy and know yourself. Lei Jin had learned a lot about Luka’s background through hints in the past few days. However, it seemed that Luka secretly didn’t like Mingya very much. Although he didn’t say it explicitly, his words and deeds show that he felt distaste for Mingya’s limp.

At first, Lei Jin thought Luka had a pretty appearance, but now he was increasingly displeased. Nothing about him looked right, and none of his facial features were in the right place. He was not even worth a single hair on the little guy’s head, yet he still dared to look down on the little guy.

That day they produced four to five hundred bamboo traps. Some were placed in the mountains for pheasants, but most were set in the grasslands for rabbits. Hares were creatures of habit, sticking to familiar paths and avoiding disturbed earth. The traps were strategically placed along their usual routes, lightly covered with fresh soil.

By morning, the results were decent. Some traps remained untouched, others broken—but roughly a third had caught prey. Over a hundred rabbits and two dozen pheasants. Not enough to go around yet, but the tribe was patient. Success today meant more tomorrow.

Between fishing, trap-making, and digging for field mice, they weathered the food shortage better than previous years’ desperate waits for hunting parties to return.

“Mingya hasn’t come for his medicine in a while. He must’ve figured it out,” Chunji remarked during Grapes’ acupuncture session.

Given Mingya’s recent behavior, the implication was clear.

Lei Jin realized he had always taken Mingya for granted. His affection had been the easiest, the most transparent—no masks, no defenses. Lei Jin had accepted it thoughtlessly, even planning to leave without considering Mingya’s feelings, only thinking about Moya and Xiya.

At first, he’d treated Mingya like a child to be cared for. But during their journey to the forbidden area, roles had reversed—clumsily, Mingya had looked after him. He had always underestimated him, thinking he was just a kid even after they became intimate. Now thinking about it, he had truly ignored the fact that Mingya had his own thoughts, his own heart.

“Lei Jin, what’re you thinking about? Come eat!” Mura waved a skewer of sizzling snake meat, its fat dripping enticingly.

The tribe had worked hard lately, so Mura had rallied the females for a feast. Last year’s fruit wine, though tasting an odd rotten sweetness, was the only alcohol available. Lei Jin, restless, had already downed a small jar.

But it wasn’t enough to get him drunk, so when Mingya appeared, Lei Jin saw him immediately.

“Here, have this. It’s ready.” Mura handed him a roasted rabbit leg, knowing Lei Jin disliked snakes and rodents.

“Thanks, Mura.” Lei Jin’s limbs felt pleasantly heavy as he leaned into Mura’s shoulder. The female smelled faintly of fresh grass—pleasant and calming.

“Mura, you smell nice.” Lei Jin’s voice was low, the name rolling off his tongue with deliberate softness. And combined with the faint look of intoxication in his eyes, Mura found his face flushing crimson. “I—I gathered herbs last year for bathing. If you like, I can give you some tomorrow.”

“Sure.” Lei Jin smirked, pressing a light kiss to Mura’s cheek.

“Lei Jin, you’re drunk!” Mura covered the spot, even more flustered.

“Maybe a little.”

“If only you were a werebeast. You’re capable, handsome—even if you’re not as strong, we’d still want you.”

“That’s true!”

“Yeah! Lei Jin, come sit with us!”

The young females who had become very familiar with Lei Jin these days also came over without any hesitation. Relying on the fact that they were females and had no taboos, they got close to Lei Jin and cuddled against him intimately, joking around. The older ones also fanned the flames.

Never one to refuse affection, Lei Jin threw his arms out and hugged one on the left and one on the right. He spoke in an interesting way, which made the young females next to him laugh in his arms.

Mingya stood not far away, his face frowning, his eyes never leaving Lei Jin. He didn’t even notice Luka approaching.

“Come eat with me, Mingya. You can walk me home later,” Luka said. After weeks together, he’d grown fond of Mingya—though the leg still bothered him.

“I’m taking Lei Jin home,” Mingya replied flatly, eyes never leaving Lei Jin.

“But you said he’s your brothers’ mate!” Luka protested, grabbing Mingya’s arm.

Mingya looked at him without any emotion. Didn’t Luka say that as long as he helped his family catch fish and rabbits, he would help him lie? This was Luka’s idea. The deal was over now, so why was he still here?

“Lei Jin’s calling me.” Though he was speaking to Luka, his attention was always on Lei Jin. The moment Lei Jin beckoned, Mingya shook off Luka and hurried over.

“I’m drunk.” That a drunk could clearly and generously say that he was drunk—he really was quite talented.

“Mingya will carry you home.” He crouched obediently.

Good boy. Lei Jin bid the group farewell, then climbed onto Mingya’s back with deliberate possessiveness. Once out of sight, he pinched Mingya’s ears hard.

“Ow! Lei Jin, stop!” Mingya yelped.

“Don’t ever let me catch you touching another female again,” Lei Jin growled, conveniently ignoring his own behavior moments ago.

Mingya stayed silent.

“So Mingya’s grown up and doesn’t listen anymore, huh?” Lei Jin nipped his earlobe, then soothed it with his tongue. “Does it still hurt?”

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Mingya shivered. “N-no.”

“Then tonight, I’ll see for myself just how much you’ve grown up.” Lei Jin’s alcohol-tinged breath ghosted over Mingya’s neck as he pressed a kiss below his ear.

Mingya stood frozen, skin burning, heart hammering, completely lost on how to respond.

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