Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Precious Darling

Will, completely oblivious to the danger, nodded. "Yeah, donkey... you know. Boss, let me tell you, this jackass was the most potent one back in my village. All the foals there are his offspring. He could handle at least two jennies at a time! If you drink this soup, I guarantee you’ll have three kids in three years!"

"Kids my ass!"

The Mad Lord had heard enough and landed a vicious kick. ’How dare he question my abilities?’

’This damn brat must have a death wish!’

Will went sprawling, eating dirt from the kick. He rubbed his butt, aggrieved. "Boss, can’t we just face reality? I’m already in touch with an old traditional doctor. With some proper conditioning, you’ll definitely get your mojo back. And I’ll have my wife, Sarah, make you some pizzle soup every now and then. Even if you can’t have three kids in three years, two should be no problem..."

Beaming, Will gesticulated excitedly, as if he could already see the Mad Lord’s chubby sons and daughters. It never occurred to him that his boss didn’t even have a woman to have kids with.

"Get out!"

The Mad Lord furiously kicked him again. Will scrambled and rolled all the way to the door, slamming into the frame. The blow seemed to addle his already dim-witted brain even further.

"There’s nothing wrong with me! You make one more of these weird-ass soups, and I’ll cut your own off!"

The Mad Lord cursed him out, gave Will one last kick for good measure, and slammed the door, leaving him outside. ’That stupid, know-it-all fool. Is it really my performance that’s the problem?’

’It’s obviously because women these days are getting too aggressive. They don’t have any of the gentleness a woman should have. It’s all that ’women hold up half the sky’ propaganda. It’s turned delicate flowers into Iron Ladies.’

’If women are holding up half the sky, what’s left for us men to do?’

’It’s a total mess. Just watch, if this keeps up, sooner or later women will become men, men will become women, and society will be completely turned upside down!’

Adrian Hawthorne rushed back to the villa next door. He and Jim Thorne shared a room and a bathroom, but he found the bathroom door locked tight. After waiting a few minutes, Adrian couldn’t stand the heat anymore and started pounding on the door. "What are you doing in there, having a picnic? Open up, I need a shower!"

"I’m taking a cold shower! Goddamn it, this hellhole is hot enough to kill someone! Even the cold water isn’t helping. Go use my second brother’s bathroom."

The sound of splashing water came from inside. Adrian felt like he was about to explode from the heat, so he had no choice but to run to Patrick Thorne and Clayton Xavier’s room. Those two shared a room. He found Clayton running in circles, red as a boiled lobster and drenched in sweat.

"Where’s Patrick Thorne?"

Adrian Hawthorne had a bad feeling. Clayton Xavier wiped away some sweat and pointed toward the bathroom. "In there, taking a cold shower."

"You’re really hot too?"

Clayton Xavier nodded. A hint of distress finally appeared on his usually impeccable face. He gave a helpless, bitter smile. "It really is hot here."

Adrian Hawthorne finally realized something was off, but his mind was too muddled by the heat to figure out what was so strange about the situation. It looked like Patrick Thorne wouldn’t be out anytime soon, so he ran toward the garden, shouting back to Clayton Xavier, "You should shower with Patrick! Otherwise, you’ll only get hotter by running around."

In truth, Clayton didn’t need the reminder. He already couldn’t bear the heat. However, he was a bit embarrassed to shower with Patrick Thorne, as he wasn’t used to being naked in front of others. But after only a few seconds of hesitation, the sweltering heat won out. He had Patrick open the door, and the two of them showered together.

Adrian Hawthorne ran out to the garden. He remembered there was a faucet there. He twisted the tap and aimed the water right at himself, finally feeling some relief. On the second-floor balcony next door, the Mad Lord watched furtively. Seeing Adrian desperately dousing himself with cold water without a care for his image, he felt a tiny pang of guilt. But it vanished almost immediately, and he sauntered leisurely back inside.

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