Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 76: I’m A Good Teacher

Lan Meishan pulled Ningyan close, nibbling at his lips. His breath was warm and uneven, spilling straight into Ningyan’s mouth.

His tongue traced and lingered, eager and unpracticed, tasting every part, every crevice... but the moment Ningyan let out a quiet sound in response, Meishan froze.

He broke the kiss immediately.

"Did I hurt you?" he cupped Ningyan’s face, his serpent eyes wide with alarm.

Ningyan blinked, then laughed softly. "No, I—" He paused, studying Meishan more carefully. "Have you ever kissed someone before?"

Lan Meishan’s face flushed all the way to his ears. He shook his head, slow and embarrassed. "No."

Ningyan smiled. He wasn’t surprised.

Meishan, however, looked stricken. "I apologize. I will do better. I’ll read books, proper ones, and learn how to... how to make love correctly and—"

Ningyan immediately raised both hands, cupping Meishan’s face and stopping him mid-spiral. He smiled gently, grounding him.

"You don’t have to overthink it," he said. "You were already doing well. You’re a good kisser."

Meishan stilled.

Then his lips curled into a small, pleased smile.

He lifted his thumb and brushed it along Ningyan’s lower lip, now flushed red from the kiss. Ningyan was... unbearably beautiful. More than that, he was patient. He didn’t rush Meishan or treat his awkwardness like something shameful.

It made Meishan feel accepted.

"Would you let me make love to you?" Meishan asked quietly.

Ningyan’s eyes widened, then softened. "We should take this slow."

Meishan considered that seriously. Very seriously. Somewhere in his mind, he had already decided he would visit the library later and read every relevant scroll he could find.

"You’ve really never been with anyone romantically?" Ningyan asked.

Meishan lowered his thumb from Ningyan’s lip to his neck, where faint bite marks lingered beneath damp strands of hair. His thumb pressed gently against one of them.

Wuhen’s mark.

"I didn’t know I was capable of this kind of affection," Meishan whispered, his gaze fixed on the spot. He wanted to leave his own mark there too.

Ningyan watched him carefully. "We don’t have to rush."

"I want to rush with you," Meishan said before he could stop himself. He pulled Ningyan into an embrace, resting his jaw against his shoulder. "Wuhen already has you in a way I don’t. And that... bothers me."

"You can ignore him," Ningyan said softly.

"I’ll try," Meishan replied, eyes closing. After a moment, he pulled back just enough to look at him. "You should go. You’ll catch a cold if you stay like this."

Ningyan slowly reached for Meishan’s sleeves, accepting the embrace fully, smiling as he did.

He felt... satisfied.

Bagging the affection of a great nerd felt like a victory of its own. One who clearly wasn’t as gentle as everyone assumed. Of course Lan Meishan wouldn’t be mild when it came to intimacy.

It was always the quiet ones.

Ningyan found himself grinning like a maniac until a belated thought struck him.

There was a real chance he could get pregnant.

Strangely... the idea didn’t make him panic. The thought of it being Meishan, rather than Wuhen, didn’t feel frightening at all. If anything, it felt normal.

Eventually, Meishan pulled back from the embrace and bent to retrieve Ningyan’s flute from the grass. He brushed off the dirt carefully before handing it back.

Ningyan accepted it with a smile.

Meishan returned it with a shy one of his own, his ears burning a bright red.

He was unbearably cute.

Ningyan tilted his head, mischief flashing in his eyes. "Perhaps I could teach you."

Meishan froze, then looked genuinely intrigued. "Really?"

Ningyan nodded. "I’ll be your guide. The same way you guide me. We’ll help each other."

He said it confidently, proudly.

Meishan considered this with visible seriousness before nodding. "That’s... a good idea."

"Right?" Ningyan said, pleased. "I’m a good teacher. You’ll see."

He was excited. He wasn’t naïve. He’d read enough novels, enough scenes, to know how men like Lan Meishan behaved once they crossed that line.

Just thinking about it made warmth coil low in his stomach.

Ningyan blinked rapidly, forcing his expression back into something innocent before his thoughts betrayed him.

As they returned to the forest path, their conversation shifted naturally to cultivation, his core, his stamina, his adaptation to spiritual flow. Ningyan realized he truly was growing more comfortable in this body. More natural. Stronger.

By the time they reached the gates of Wuhen’s manor, twilight had fully settled.

Without warning, Meishan leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Ningyan’s lips.

Ningyan stiffened, more from surprise than reluctance.

Especially because he felt it.

A familiar presence.

Yan Wuhen stood atop the manor roof, watching.

His expression was calm, unreadable but his eyes had sharpened, and the faint flicker of his nine tails betrayed him.

Meishan pulled back, clearly pleased with himself. "Have a pleasant night."

"You too," Ningyan replied, smiling easily.

Meishan turned away at once. A soft green glow flared beneath his feet, forming a portal and then he was gone.

Ningyan entered the manor slowly, glancing up at the roof once more.

Yan Wuhen was gone.

He made his way to his chambers, where a servant prepared a hot bath. As he sank into the water, muscles loosening, his thoughts refused to settle. His heart beat was faster.

Why? Because Yan Wuhen was unpredictable.

A sudden heaviness settled around his neck.

A tug. The spirit mate chain.

Ningyan closed his eyes, refusing to dwell on it. Eventually, he left the bathing chamber, dried himself, and dressed in loose, comfortable, informal robes. He was having dinner with Yunyi.

And... There was still no sign of Wuhen.

As Ningyan was about to leave, Wuyin stepped inside, two guards flanking him.

They halted when they saw Ningyan dressed and ready to leave.

Wuyin’s gaze sharpened. "Where is Wuhen?"

Ningyan lifted a brow. "Am I supposed to know?"

Wuyin’s lips curled. "He doesn’t tell me anything anymore. I don’t know where he goes. What he does."

"Well," Ningyan replied calmly, "you did try to kill him. What did you expect? Daily embraces?"

Wuyin snarled.

In a blink, his hand closed around Ningyan’s throat, crimson eyes blazing. "Control your mouth, you whore!"

White-gold light surged across Ningyan’s body, his aura flaring instinctively. "Control yourself, you coward."

Wuyin’s grip tightened. "How dare—"

"His Highness won’t be pleased if you harm his lover," one of the guards said sharply.

Wuyin snapped his head toward them. "Get out!" he roared. "I do what I want!"

The guards hesitated but retreated.

Wuyin turned back to Ningyan, fury twisted tight in his expression. "Because of you," he hissed, "he found out. Because of you."

His grip trembled.

"He would have been dead by now," Wuyin continued, voice shaking with rage, "if not for you."