Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 18: Own What You Are Doing

"I—oh... wow."

Ningyan gasped as Yan Wuhen dropped to his knees, settling between his legs. All nine tails spread out and swayed lazily, mesmerizing in their movement.

It left Ningyan dizzy, painfully aware of his hard length between them, precum already beading at the slit... waiting, aching, wanting Wuhen’s mouth.

He’d said he wanted this, but now he wasn’t so sure. Being spanked had been enough. There was never any need for a deal.

Yet even as his thoughts raced, he didn’t push Wuhen away.

The nine-tailed fox prince was devastatingly seductive like this. His hair loose, red-gold eyes focused on his cock before lifting to meet his widened gaze.

"You’re surprised," Wuhen murmured, "that I’m on my knees for you?"

"I..." Ningyan swallowed hard, fists tightening in the sheets as his body went rigid. "I didn’t know you’d actually do it."

Wuhen grinned, sharp canines flashing, and Ningyan immediately went on edge.

"Wait... wait—"

He didn’t get another word out.

Wuhen gripped his waist firmly and dragged him forward, tongue flicking over the base of his cock before taking him fully into his mouth.

Ningyan’s lips parted in shock. The heat, the wetness... it sent shivers and lightning zaps through his body.

Wuhen didn’t seem to have a gag reflex at all. He was sucking and licking with ease.

Ningyan gasped and groaned, throwing his head back as the pleasure built far too fast. His thoughts scattered; he couldn’t even form a proper word.

A reckless surge of courage flooded him, and before he could think better of it, his fingers tangled in Wuhen’s hair, pushing his head down, urging him deeper.

A choked sound left Wuhen’s throat, and Ningyan groaned.

"Oh... yes. That feels good. That feels so good."

Wuhen’s ears perked, pleased, and he let Ningyan set the rhythm, his cock sliding deep into his mouth, pressing into the back of his throat again and again.

"gods.." Ningyan arched, his chest heaving. "I... I can’t hold it. I’m cumming."

White burst behind his eyes. His toes curled as he came harder than he ever had, spilling into Wuhen’s mouth. Wuhen took everything, swallowing without pause.

Only then did Ningyan release his hair and fall back against the bed, letting out a trembling sigh.

Wuhen smiled and pulled his mouth away from Ningyan’s cock with a soft pop, licking his lips as he rose to his feet. He stared down at Ningyan, who slowly curled into the bed and shut his eyes, a faint, satisfied smile on his face.

"That felt good," Ningyan said, his voice slurred. "But we aren’t doing it again."

He still couldn’t believe how hard he’d come. From just that.

He couldn’t deny how good it had felt. Not at all.

Wuhen said nothing, yet Ningyan remained acutely aware of his presence. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

The prince was still there, standing over him, red-gold eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker. Hunger. Lust. It sent Ningyan’s heart flipping uncomfortably in his chest.

Ningyan pushed himself upright and hastily grabbed his robe, wrapping it around his body. His quick, jerky movements only seemed to amuse Wuhen more.

"The servants will prepare a bath for you," he suddenly leaned in, placing a hand against Ningyan’s cheek.

Ningyan stared at him like he’d lost his mind, but that only widened Wuhen’s smile as he brushed aside the loose strands of hair clinging to his face.

"You will stay here, in my chamber, from now on."

Ningyan wanted to slap his hand away immediately but the sting lingering on his ass reminded him exactly what disobedience earned him.

"I don’t think that’s a good idea," he said at once, though he didn’t pull away from the touch.

It felt... pleasant. Too pleasant. It sent tingles through his body, stirring his cock back to life.

This was bad.

Really bad.

He was genuinely attracted to Yan Wuhen.

"Why?" Wuhen asked.

Ningyan swallowed. "Because you don’t actually fancy me, Your Highness."

Yan Wuhen tilted his head, looking genuinely surprised. He withdrew his hand and leaned back slightly.

"Do you think I have ever fallen to my knees for anyone?"

Ningyan scoffed, clutching his robe tighter. "Do not pretend this is affection, Your Highness. You can chain me, threaten me, keep me in your bed day and night. You can even kill me. But do not pretend this is affection."

He narrowed his eyes at Wuhen. The amusement drained completely from the prince’s face, and that frightened Ningyan but he didn’t stop.

"Own what you’re doing," he said coldly. "I am a captive. And you are my captor."

Yan Wuhen remained silent for a long moment, neither of them breaking eye contact.

Ningyan felt his heart thudding violently in his chest so loud he was certain Wuhen could hear it.

The prince’s ears twitched softly, but he said nothing.

Then he turned and walked out of the chamber.

Only then did Su Ningyan finally release the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. It came out heavy and shaky.

He fell back onto the bed, breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut.

"Either that sinks in," he muttered, "Or I’ll get something worse than spanks, which I unfortunately enjoy far too much."

The thought barely finished forming when he gasped. His eyes flew open and he shot upright.

"What if it’s both?" He shoved his fingers into his hair, panic tightening his chest. "Oh heavens... I really am a whore."

He pushed himself off the bed and looked around until he spotted the mirror. Still naked, he turned, craning to get a good look at his reddened ass which was marked clearly with the imprint of Wuhen’s palm.

His eyes widened. "What..."

He traced his fingers along the lines of the palm and finger marks. The sting was still fresh, sending sharp signals straight to his cock, vibrations rippling through his entire body.

At that moment, the spirit mate chain materialized around his neck.

Ningyan frowned, lifting it slightly. "Is this thing actually the cause of my reaction to him?" he murmured. "It has to be... right?"