"Ah, move a bit to the left, you useless dolt!"
Ge Xuan barked, his voice a comically high-pitched wheeze as he bounced his massive, gelatinous hips rhythmically on top of a handsome, muscular male guard who was face-down beneath him.
The poor guard was gripping the edge of the seat for dear life, letting out muffled, tragic groans as Ge Xuan's heavy bulk flattened him into the cushions with every bounce.
The young master lazily popped a spiritual grape into his mouth, utterly untroubled by his partner's suffering.
You see, the young master of the Ge clan was literally gay.
Women bored him to death, and the only reason he had agreed to this political farce was to secure the Cao Clan's distribution channels.
"Mmm, yes. Just like that. If the young lady of the Cao Clan doesn't have guards half as pretty as you, I might just have to bring my own harem to their dreary little forge of a city."
