Pain hammered against his skull like a rusty nail. Wet, frigid air filled his lungs, tasting heavily of mildew and rotten wood. Staring up at a ceiling made of decaying thatch and dried mud, Leo blinked. Where was the hospital? Memories of their final moments flashed through his mind—the blinding glare of high beams on the highway, the violent screech of tires, and Kai screaming like a dying banshee in the passenger seat. They had crashed. Slowly, Leo pushed himself up, his muscles aching with a deep, unfamiliar exhaustion. Rough, coarse fabric scraped against his skin as he sat up on what felt like a wooden plank covered in thin straw. Shivering, he looked down at his hands, only to freeze in utter shock. These fingers were thin, pale, and covered in tiny, fresh scrapes—completely unlike his own keyboard-calloused hands. Water sat in a cracked clay bowl on a crude wooden stool nearby. Lifting the heavy bowl with trembling hands, he stared at the reflection in the murky water. Right there, situated perfectly between his eyebrows, was a small, vibrant red dot. Horror seized his chest as he realized his face was entirely different, softer, younger, yet undeniably male. Before he could process this existential nightmare, the wooden door of the hut groaned on its rusty hinges. Creaking open, it revealed a towering figure silhouetted against the gray morning light. Standing at least six-foot-two, the man had broad shoulders, a jawline sharp enough to cut glass, and dark, intense eyes. He wore a patched, sleeveless brown vest over a faded tunic, exposing thick, muscular forearms. Clutched in his massive, dirt-stained hand was a single, pathetic-looking brown chicken. "You're awake," the giant said, his voice a deep, rumbling baritone that resonated through the small room. Flinching back, Leo gripped the wooden edge of the bed. "My name is Chen Rong," the man continued, stepping inside and gently setting the squawking chicken on the dirt floor. "I spent our last fifteen copper coins on this bird so I could make you broth. The village doctor said you fainted from hunger, Yue'er." "Yue'er?" Leo croaked, his voice sounding entirely too light and melodious to be his own. Genuinely confused, he stared from the massive man to the lonely, squawking chicken on the floor. Outside, a sudden, piercing shriek shattered the morning silence. "Leo! Oh my god, Leo, please tell me you're in here!" Bursting through the flimsy door, a frantic young man clad in similarly ragged, oversized robes stumbled into the hut. Behind him came another tall, imposing man, this one carrying a bow held together by what looked like thick string and sheer hope, along with three sad, dirt-covered sweet potatoes. Scurrying over to the bed, the frantic newcomer grabbed Leo by the shoulders, his eyes wide with absolute panic. "Kai?" Leo gasped, recognizing the dramatic, chaotic energy instantly. "It's me!" Kai wailed, shaking him. "I woke up in a shack, Leo! And some terrifying hunter was staring at me, calling me his wife!" Grabbing Kai's face, Leo stared at the identical red dot situated right between Kai's eyebrows. "Look at your forehead," Leo whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs. "We're in some kind of weird historical dimension," Kai hissed, dropping his voice to a frantic whisper as the two giant husbands stood awkwardly near the door. "Yes, and we have these red dots," Leo replied, pointing to his own forehead. "Mine says we are married," Kai whispered dramatically. "And he keeps calling me Mu Qing. Leo, I looked down my pants. I still have my plumbing, but my body feels... different." Pointing toward the two silent men by the door, Leo sighed. "Mine is Chen Rong," Leo muttered. "He bought a single chicken with our last savings. Who is the scary hunter next to him?" "That's Zhao Wei," Kai whispered, shuddering. "He has three sweet potatoes and a broken bow. We are married to two of the poorest men in this entire province, I swear." Honestly, the situation was absurd. How did two modern twenty-four-year-olds go from dying in a car crash to becoming peasant wives in a three-gender world? Remembering a web novel he had skimmed once, Leo's eyes widened. "Gers," Leo whispered, the realization hitting him like a physical blow. "What?" Kai blinked. "We are gers," Leo explained, his voice trembling. "In this world, there are men, women, and gers. Gers are males who can... bear children. The red dot is the fertility mark." Both of them went entirely pale. This had to be a sick joke. Quietly, the two husbands watched them from the doorway, exchange confused glances. Watching his new husband's anxious expression, Chen Rong stepped forward, his heavy boots thudding softly on the dirt floor. "Yue'er, are you still unwell?" Chen Rong asked, his gentle voice contrasting sharply with his intimidating size. His hand reached out, hovering hesitantly near Leo's forehead before pulling back, as if afraid of hurting him. Zhao Wei, the hunter, cleared his throat, his stoic face remaining expressionless as he held up the three sweet potatoes. "Since you are both awake, we should eat," Zhao Wei said bluntly, though his eyes lingered protectively on Kai. Tonight, however, would require more than just a meager meal. Panic flared in Leo's chest as Chen Rong rubbed the back of his neck, a faint, nervous flush rising on his tanned cheeks. "Now that you have recovered from your fever, Yue'er," Chen Rong murmured softly, "the village elders said we must finally consummate our marriage tonight to secure the blessing for the spring harvest."

Chapter 1: Two Idiots, One Chicken, and Three Sweet Potatoes