Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 83: My Sweet, Naughty Yan’er

Silence.

Yan Wuhen and Rong Yue exchanged a brief look. One clearly meaningful to them, but unreadable to Ningyan.

He took it as his cue to leave.

His curiosity had already gone too far. His excitement was making him forget his priorities. He was supposed to stay away from them, not linger and pry into whatever complicated dynamic they shared.

He stepped back, lightly tapping Wuhen’s grip on the spirit chain. To his surprise, Wuhen released it without resistance.

Ningyan turned to leave.

"Do you want to see us kiss?" Rong Yue suddenly asked.

Ningyan froze.

Did he want to see it?

Yes.

Was it a terrible idea?

Also yes. His ideas were always terrible.

But desire couldn’t disappear just because it was inconvenient. He might be a phoenix beast now, but he was still himself. Still curious. Still painfully aware of how intoxicating the two of them were together. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

And wasn’t that the most dangerous part?

Two hot beastmen.

He turned back slowly.

Rong Yue rose to his feet, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Curiosity is a dangerous thing, Yan’er. I thought Wuhen said you were good at resisting."

Ningyan swallowed. Hard. "I want to leave."

"But you aren’t," Rong Yue said softly.

He moved to stand behind Wuhen. Ningyan felt it immediately. The shift in the room, the way the air tightened.

Rong Yue lifted a hand and cupped Wuhen’s cheek, tilting his face up. His blue feline eyes darkened, tail swaying lazily behind him.

"Why is that?" Rong Yue asked.

Ningyan’s mouth was dry. His fingers trembled at his sides.

"...Because," he admitted quietly, "I’m curious."

Rong Yue chuckled. His gaze dropped to Wuhen’s lips.

Wuhen’s ears flicked. He reached back, fingers tangling into Rong Yue’s hair, a sharp smile pulling at his mouth as his canines flashed. "What are you doing, Yue’er?"

"Showing him," Rong Yue replied gently, "an example."

The way they looked at each other made Ningyan’s breath catch. It was with pure naked hunger.

Rong Yue’s hand slid to Wuhen’s waist, resting there with deliberate ease. Wuhen exhaled slowly, tightening his grip, pulling him closer until there was barely a breath between them.

Ningyan couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away.

Heat pooled low in his stomach, his pulse loud in his ears. He hadn’t been touched. Not once. And yet it felt like he was already drowning.

Just as their lips were about to meet, Rong Yue turned his head aside, letting Wuhen’s kiss fall into empty air.

Wuhen scoffed softly and released his grip.

Rong Yue’s gaze slid to Ningyan.

"No, sweet Ningyan," he said calmly. "We’ve never kissed."

He crossed the space between them while Wuhen settled back onto the bed, watching with half-lidded eyes.

"Why haven’t we?" he asked, almost idly.

"I don’t know," Rong Yue muttered, smiling at Ningyan. "Perhaps we should have. For you."

He stopped in front of Ningyan and slipped an arm around his waist, drawing him close. Ningyan stiffened, breath catching.

"Are you upset that we didn’t?" Rong Yue murmured.

That was enough.

"I—" Ningyan started, already pulling back.

Rong Yue cut him off gently. "Even if you lie, Ningyan, you can’t hide it."

His eyes flicked downward for a brief, devastating moment. "There is desire in your scent. Your eyes...."

Wuhen laughed low from the bed. "I told you, Yue’er. He’s good at resisting. I enjoy breaking it."

At that, Rong Yue suddenly released Ningyan and stepped away.

The absence was worse than the touch.

"You can come to me when you’ve decided you want me, Ningyan," he said evenly. "Until then, I remain as I am. As long as Wuhen is present, so am I."

Ningyan couldn’t speak. He only nodded.

Rong Yue smiled and turned back toward the table.

"You’re unbearably boring," Wuhen muttered, stretching.

Ningyan took that chance and turned for the door.

The spirit-mate chain snapped into existence and yanked him back hard enough to steal his breath.

Wuhen’s eyes were glowing now, his grip tight around the chain. "I didn’t say you could leave, Yan’er."

Ningyan glared. "You—"

"Walk to me," Wuhen’s voice dropped dangerously.

The chain tightened.

"Now, beloved."

Ningyan swallowed, then stepped forward.

Wuhen spread his legs, letting Ningyan stand between them, and leaned back on his elbows, his posture loose.

"I saw you with Lan Meishan earlier." His finger lifted, pointing at Ningyan’s lips. "Are we going to pretend that didn’t happen?"

"I thought you’d ignore it," Ningyan said, frowning.

"Why would I?" Wuhen replied flatly. "It irritates me that he has your affection in a way I don’t. Don’t you know that?"

"Maybe you should work on earning it," Ningyan snapped before he could stop himself.

Wuhen stared at him for a long moment.

Then he sat up, slid an arm around Ningyan’s waist, and reached for the tie of his robe.

Ningyan slapped his hand away. "Don’t," he croaked.

Wuhen ignored him.

He tugged Ningyan’s trousers down, letting his already-hard cock spring free. Heat flooded Ningyan’s face and neck as he sucked in a sharp breath.

Wuhen’s eyes brightened, unashamedly pleased. His hand left Ningyan’s waist to grip his ass, kneading, squeezing, drawing a helpless shudder from Ningyan, his breathing turning uneven as his body betrayed him.

Wuhen lifted his head, their eyes locked.

"I can earn your affection in other ways, Yan’er," he whispered. "But now, all I want is to listen as you fall apart for me."

Ningyan’s body curled inward despite himself. He could feel Rong Yue’s eyes on them. He could feel how hot his gaze was.

He wondered what was going through his mind in that moment and found himself wishing he could read his thoughts.

But Ningyan’s body only grew hotter. He was more than aroused at this point.

The feeling only worsened as Wuhen murmured, "You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Even after saying it won’t happen again."

His hand closed around Ningyan’s cock, pulling a broken gasp from his throat.

"My sweet, naughty Yan’er," Wuhen said softly. "You can’t resist me forever."

And then he took him into his mouth.