Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 17: I Hate You So Much

Ningyan was sure he was going insane.

Yan Wuhen kissed him like a starving man, stealing the air from his lungs, giving him no chance to breathe. It was so overwhelming that Ningyan had to clutch his shoulder tightly just to get his attention.

Wuhen pulled back only an inch and the moment Ningyan dragged in a desperate breath, Wuhen’s lips were on his again.

He kissed him hungrily, nibbling at his lips, licking and sucking at every corner of his mouth, sending sharp zaps of electricity through Ningyan’s body.

His head tipped back helplessly. The prince was a terrifyingly good kisser. He was rough, relentless, not soft in the slightest.

He kissed Ningyan like he wanted to devour him whole, and Ningyan found himself gripping him just as hard, his body yielding far too easily to Yan Wuhen.

He wanted to scream but instead, strange sounds slipped out of him. Sounds he couldn’t believe were his. Soft, breathless whimpers, carried by the uncontrollable shudders wracking his body.

He was gay. He had dated back in school. But he’d always been too much of a loner to explore further. Maybe that was it. Maybe he was just touch-starved. Maybe it was the spirit mate chain.

That had to be it.

Then Yan Wuhen bit down on his lower lip, drawing blood.

"Ah..." Ningyan let out a breathy moan, his other hand flying up to grip Yan Wuhen’s arm.

Is that me?! I must be possessed!

Yan Wuhen sucked and licked the blood from Ningyan’s lip before finally breaking the kiss.

He leaned back just enough to look at him properly, wearing a proud, dangerously sexy smile.

Ningyan could only stare back, flushed, dazed, half-mast.

"Wha... what are you doing to me?" he slurred.

Yan Wuhen pressed his thumb against Ningyan’s lower lip, admiring the bright crimson it had turned from the kiss, the heat blooming across his face.

"What do you think I’m doing to you, Yan’er?" he grinned.

He grabbed Ningyan’s chin, tipping his head back but Ningyan slapped his hand away, his flushed face twisting in anger.

Wuhen only smiled wider.

"Stay away. I don’t like what you’re doing to me."

Lie.

Ningyan had never felt so overwhelmed in his life. Heat coiled low in his body, his treacherous cock responding to Yan Wuhen’s presence far too eagerly.

Wuhen was clearly prepared to bend him to his will and the most terrifying part was how a traitorous part of Ningyan wanted to yield.

Get a grip.

He slapped his own cheek hard, forcing himself backward and scrambling to put distance between them. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

But Yan Wuhen only watched him coolly before suddenly grabbing his ankles and yanking him back across the bed.

Ningyan barely had time to gasp before fingers sank into his hair. Claws scraping against his scalp, sharp enough to sting, gentle enough to send shivers racing down his spine. His body betrayed him, relaxing under the touch.

No. Snap out of it.

He jolted, kicking out wildly, but Wuhen caught him easily, his fist tightening in his hair and pulling until a cry tore from Ningyan’s throat.

"It seems you want to be handled roughly, darling," Wuhen murmured, his face leaning close as Ningyan’s vision blurred with pain. "And here I was, being gentle."

"Fuck off," Ningyan spat, glaring up at him despite the ache burning across his scalp.

Wuhen smiled and then abruptly released him. He rose from the bed, arms folding across his chest as he looked down at Ningyan with satisfaction.

That smile made Ningyan’s stomach sink. He stayed frozen on the bed, his chest rising and falling unevenly.

He hated how impossible Wuhen was to read.

"Strip off your clothes, Yan’er," Wuhen said smoothly.

Ningyan stiffened. "Huh?"

Wuhen tilted his head. "Do you want me to repeat myself?"

"I’m not—"

The spirit mate chain materialized in Wuhen’s grip without warning. He tugged once.

Pain flared around Ningyan’s neck as the chain snapped taut, dragging him forward just enough to steal his breath.

"Strip," Wuhen repeated, his voice cold this time.

Ningyan swallowed hard. "...Fine."

Wuhen didn’t release the chain. He simply watched as Ningyan, face flushed and jaw clenched, stripped away his outer garments until only his trousers remained.

Wuhen’s gaze lingered on the scars crisscrossing Ningyan’s lean, well-trained body.

Ningyan glared back stubbornly. "Is this enough for you, Master?" The word dripped with mockery.

"No," Wuhen replied calmly.

Ningyan ground his teeth. He pushed himself off the bed and stepped closer, stopping right in front of him.

Wuhen’s eyes darkened, that hungry, unreadable gaze sending a chill straight down Ningyan’s spine.

"Go on," the chain vanished.

Ningyan took a deep breath and pulled off his trousers, standing completely naked in front of Wuhen, whose eyes immediately landed on his throbbing hardness.

Shame rolled through him, and he quickly turned around but Yan Wuhen just laughed, grabbing him by the waist. He sat on the edge of the bed, Ningyan sprawled across his lap.

"Wha...!" Ningyan yelled, realizing he was in the perfect position to be spanked. "Hey! Don’t... don’t do what I think you are..."

"So disobedient," Wuhen tsked, landing a thick, harsh slap on Ningyan’s ass cheek.

It turned blazing red instantly, a sharp choke escaping Ningyan’s throat, his eyes wide, lips parted, body frozen.

Wuhen rubbed his ass lazily. "Are you going to keep disobeying me, Yan’er?"

Tears pricked Ningyan’s eyes. "Let go of me, please! I don’t deserve this," he cried.

Another spank landed, and Ningyan gasped sharply, his balls already heavy between his legs.

"Answer the question, Yan’er," Wuhen said calmly.

"Why should I answer your stupid question?!" Ningyan yelled, trying to stand, but Wuhen’s hand pressed firmly to his back.

A second hand landed twice more on his ass, and Ningyan was bawling, his body taut, completely undone.

"I’m sorry!" he whimpered, too weak to struggle.

"That’s not the answer to my question, darling," Wuhen said lazily.

Ningyan’s mind went blank. Did Wuhen even ask a question?

"I..."

Two more sharp spanks struck the same spot. Ningyan’s back arched as he sobbed, clutching Wuhen’s calf, breathing hard, craving friction, craving anything at this point.

"I hate you so much!"

Wuhen chuckled deeply, his ears twitching at every sound spilling from Ningyan’s lips. "Hmm," he murmured, landing another firm spank.

"Ah... ngh! Wait!" Ningyan cried. "I’m... I’m not going to disobey you again."

Wuhen’s smile widened. "That wasn’t so hard, was it now?" He rubbed the reddened flesh lazily, massaging it, drawing a low groan from Ningyan.

"You got what you want... now give me what I want," Ningyan whimpered.

Wuhen chuckled, the sweet scent of arousal filled the air. His fingers traced up Ningyan’s spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "And what do you want, darling?"

Ningyan blinked, still flushed. "Uh..." He shifted slightly. "I want your mouth..."

Wuhen leaned in, pressing his lips to Ningyan’s back, brushing over an old scar. "Anything you want, beloved. Anything you want."