Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 101: You… Like That?

Lan Meishan’s lips parted, his eyes dilating slightly at the breathy words that had fallen from Ningyan’s mouth. Ningyan looked completely certain of what he had said. There was no hesitation in his gaze, in the way his body leaned close, or in the gentle grip his fingers had on the strands of Meishan’s hair at the back of his head.

Even so, Meishan’s heart skipped a nervous beat.

"Are you sure?" he asked carefully.

Ningyan flushed immediately, color rushing across his face as if he had suddenly realized how bold his words had sounded.

"You don’t want to?" he asked, his voice smaller now.

Lan Meishan gasped and pulled Ningyan closer at once, their bodies pressing together.

"No, no! I didn’t mean it like that," he hurried out. "I do want to. A lot. But... like I told you before, I’ve never..."

His voice trailed off, shyness creeping into his expression.

The sight made Ningyan smile.

"I did say I was going to be your teacher, didn’t I?"

Lan Meishan smiled back softly. "You did."

Ningyan leaned closer until their noses brushed. His hands slid up to Meishan’s shoulders, gripping them lightly.

"Then let me," he whispered.

He captured Meishan’s upper lip in a slow kiss.

Meishan responded immediately, deepening it without hesitation. The kiss remained unhurried, almost careful, as though they were learning the shape of each other’s mouths. Meishan could feel his body growing hotter by the second, his thoughts slowly dissolving as he became increasingly obsessed with the sweet taste of Ningyan’s lips.

Ningyan pulled away, and Lan Meishan led him to the edge of the pool. Releasing Ningyan’s hand, he stepped out of the water first, standing beneath the tree. His robes dripped heavily, darkened by the water.

Ningyan remained in the pool, looking up at him. Those gem-like purple eyes lingered on Meishan’s figure, making Meishan feel wanted and excited in a way he had never experienced before.

"Take off your robes," Ningyan said, resting a finger thoughtfully against his lip.

Lan Meishan’s face flushed instantly, the color spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Slowly, he removed his outer robe, then the inner one, revealing his strong, lean torso. Defined muscles stretched across his abdomen, leading down to that sharp V-line. At the side of his neck, thick black scales had begun to form.

His emerald serpent eyes gleamed faintly. Wet strands of dark hair clung to his skin.

He was cruelly beautiful.

The faint blush on his face, the glasses still resting on his nose, and that powerful body made the sight almost unfair.

Ningyan stared openly, lips parting slightly as if he might actually start drooling.

Lan Meishan stepped back into the water and walked toward him.

Then suddenly, he submerged.

Ningyan blinked in confusion. "Meishan?"

The first thought that came to his mind was that he had rushed him. Guilt crept in immediately. Meishan had spent so long searching for him after they were separated at the academy... and now Ningyan had jumped straight to asking for something so intimate.

"Meishan, I don’t think we—"

Before he could finish, Meishan’s head broke through the surface of the water.

He rose slowly, half his body still submerged.

His glasses were gone.

Ningyan blinked again, confused. "What is—"

Something large suddenly curled around his waist.

Ningyan’s eyes widened as realization struck.

Meishan was in his half-beast form.

The thick serpent tail coiled protectively around Ningyan’s body as Meishan pulled him closer, offering a shy smile.

"I apologize," he said softly. "I am just really nervous."

Ningyan couldn’t help but laugh.

"I can see that."

He reached up, placing his hands on Meishan’s cheeks and squishing his lips together playfully.

"Am I rushing you?"

"No," Meishan said, not minding at all that Ningyan was squeezing his face.

"I just don’t want to make any mistakes. So I am trying to calm myself... so I don’t hurt you."

Ningyan looked at him warmly, his own heart softening. He stopped squeezing Meishan’s face and whispered simply, "Just kiss me."

Meishan wasted no time. Closing his eyes, he crashed his lips against Ningyan’s.

Unlike earlier, there was nothing tentative about it. The kiss was still gentle, but it carried the weight of everything he had wanted for the past six months. Six months spent searching for Ningyan. To him, those months had felt like six hundred years.

Ningyan pressed his palms against Meishan’s chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath them.

Was he supposed to be this warm?

Without breaking the kiss, Lan Meishan suddenly lifted him. Ningyan barely had time to react before his back was laid against the grass near the roots of the tree, Meishan hovering above him.

As Meishan’s body settled over his, his half-serpent form slowly receded. Ningyan’s hard cock brushed against Meishan’s, sending a sharp shiver down his spine.

Meishan’s lips left his and trailed to his cheeks, pressing tentative kisses to each one.

It made Ningyan smile.

"You’re free to kiss me anywhere, Meishan."

Meishan didn’t respond. Instead, he placed a more deliberate kiss against Ningyan’s cheek, as if testing the feeling.

Ningyan wondered if he should guide him, but Meishan seemed more curious than uncertain.

His hands moved slowly along Ningyan’s sides, gripping lightly as his lips wandered across Ningyan’s chin, as though memorizing its shape. Then, without warning, he licked the skin there.

Ningyan’s breath trembled.

Seeing the reaction made Meishan smile.

His lips drifted lower, trailing along Ningyan’s neck as he peppered it with soft kisses before continuing down to his chest. He paused there, brushing his lips over the skin before licking it gently.

A heavy breath escaped Ningyan.

His body felt unbelievably sensitive, responding to the slow, careful way Meishan explored him.

Then Meishan suddenly took one hardened nipple into his mouth while his thumb hesitantly brushed the other.

A sweet moan slipped from Ningyan’s throat.

Meishan immediately pulled back, removing both his mouth and his hand. He lifted his head quickly, looking down at Ningyan with a worried expression, as though he had hurt him.

But Ningyan’s face was flushed deep red, his breathing uneven, his eyes filled with pleasure.

"You... like that?" Meishan asked softly.