Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands Chapter 206: He Does Not Look Uncertain

"I want both of you," Ningyan breathed, unflinching. "Tonight."

The words fell without sha.

Jun Haoxuan froze.

For a fleeting mont, even he seed caught off guard. His gaze shifted toward Rong Yue, as if to asure the weight of what had just been offered.

Rong Yue only arched a brow, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he stepped closer, unhurried.

"He does not look uncertain," he said lightly.

Ningyan’s eyes flicked toward him, sharp, insistent. "I am not."

A taut and brief silence stretched.

Then Jun Haoxuan exhaled softly. "...Very well."

His gaze darkened, deeper desire stirring beneath that usual composure. Without another word, he lowered his head and captured Ningyan’s lips once again.

There was nothing hesitant about the kiss. It was absolute, consuming them both.

Ningyan’s breath hitched as he was pulled into it, the force of it stealing the air from his lungs, scattering his thoughts. Heat coiled through him, slow at first then sudden, overwhelming....

By the ti Jun Haoxuan drew back, Ningyan was already unsteady, his chest rising and falling.

"...Take it off," he murmured, voice softened by want.

A flicker of amusent crossed Jun Haoxuan’s eyes.

"Mine," he asked quietly, "or yours?"

Yet even as he spoke, his hand had already moved to his hair.

The golden clasp slipped free. His long hair fell loose over his shoulders like a dark cascade, framing the sharp lines of his face. He rose smoothly, stepping back just enough to shed his outer robes.

Layer by layer, they fell. Silk whispered against the floor revealing the sculpted lines beneath.

His body bore the quiet strength of a dragon beast king indeed, broad shoulders, defined muscle, and across his back was a mark of a coiling dragon etched in shadow and lightning, its presence almost alive beneath his skin.

He set his robes aside, leaving only his trousers.

From the bed, Ningyan watched with shallow breath. He felt a sharp, heavy sense of desire building within him.

He looked at Rong Yue, who hadn’t moved, only watching him with quiet intensity, head tilted faintly.

"You as well."

Rong Yue’s lips curved smoothly. "I would rather remove yours, little bird."

Ningyan scoffed softly, though the flush at his throat betrayed him.

"Are we still circling each other?" he murmured and rose instead, unfastening his outer robe himself, letting it fall without ceremony. "And stop calling little. I am anything but little."

Jun Haoxuan returned to him in silence.

Ningyan closed the distance first, on his knees, then closer still, his fingers threading through Haoxuan’s long hair, drawing him down.

The dragon beast king didn’t resist. He held Ningyan’s waist firmly. Their breaths brushing for a mont before their lips t in a slow, deep kiss.

Ningyan’s touch grew bolder, tracing along the line of Haoxuan’s neck, his shoulder, his chest while Haoxuan’s hand moved along his back, as though morizing every contour.

A faint shudder passed through Ningyan.

He was enjoying this far too much.

Haoxuan exhaled softly against his skin, and that alone was enough to send a ripple of heat through Ningyan’s body.

The dragon beast king pulled him upright.

Their bodies aligned, close enough to feel each other’s warmth through the thin layers that remained. Ningyan’s lashes lowered, his pupils flickering with that faint, ominous violet glow.

Haoxuan’s qi responded in kind, a cool current eting Ningyan’s heat, flowing between them in quiet harmony.

Ningyan’s attention shifted again to Rong Yue who was still watching.

A slow smile touched Ningyan’s lips. He leaned in, brushing his mouth along Haoxuan’s neck before pressing just enough to leave a mark.

Haoxuan’s breath hitched, low and restrained.

"You are mine," Ningyan murmured softly.

Haoxuan’s answer ca without hesitation. "I am."

Ningyan’s eyes did not leave Rong Yue. "And you?"

Rong Yue stepped forward at last.

"As I said," he replied, voice low, gaze steady, "I can be whatever you wish to be."

He stopped just behind Ningyan, close enough for his presence to be felt without touching.

Jun Haoxuan’s eyes darkened.

He released Ningyan without resistance, letting Rong Yue pull him in effortlessly. The mont they faced each other, Ningyan and Rong Yue collided, their mouths eting like a clash of wills, sharp and heated, as if all the tension between them had finally snapped.

Jun Haoxuan lowered himself onto the edge of the bed, watching.

The air thickened, heavy with want.

When Ningyan and Rong Yue finally broke apart, both breathing harder, Rong Yue’s voice dropped to a low murmur. "On your knees, in front of the beast king, little bird."

Ningyan’s heart stuttered.

He turned, lips swollen, face flushed, eyes bright as they landed on Jun Haoxuan.

Haoxuan didn’t look away. He leaned back slightly, composed but unmistakably intent as his legs parted easily.

Ningyan moved without hesitation, lowering himself between his knees. His pulse pounded, anticipation coiling tighter with every second.

Haoxuan was already hard, the shape of him prominent through his clothes. He was huge.

Ningyan felt like a total whore, his mouth watering as Haoxuan bared himself. The sheer size stole the air from his lungs. Carefully, he reached out and fisted the heavy length with both hands.

Haoxuan went rigid, clearly holding himself back. Like ishan, he hadn’t been free to explore other beasts before Ningyan ca along. It was a stark contrast to Rong Yue and Yan Wuhen, who were both far more seasoned.

"If you don’t..." Haoxuan’s voice broke the silence.

Ningyan snapped out of it, realizing he was just staring at the pulsing cock fisted in his grip.

"No, I can do this," he insisted, his face heating up while Haoxuan watched him with a smile. The mont he took the tip into his mouth, arousal flooded his senses.

Haoxuan exhaled sharply and whispered, "Oh heavens."

"Mmmh..." Ningyan smiled and pulled him deeper into his mouth.

From behind, Rong Yue’s hand found Ningyan’s waist while the other reached into his trousers. He fisted Ningyan’s leaking cock, whispering like a devil, "You’re beautiful, Yan’er. Take it all while I give you pleasure."

Ningyan could only let out a muffled sound, his breath catching as he struggled to keep up. Haoxuan’s fingers threaded through his hair, firm but controlled, guiding him to take him deeper.

Behind him, Rong Yue’s touch was slow, infuriatingly smooth. His breath brushed against Ningyan’s neck, warm and close, sending a shiver down his spine.

Everything blurred together.

The pressure. The rhythm. The heat.

Ningyan’s pulse pounded, loudly and relentlessly echoing in his ears, in his chest, everywhere. His vision wavered, his lashes damp, his thoughts scattering as sensation overwheld him.

When his gaze finally lifted and t Haoxuan’s... He froze.

Haoxuan’s face was flushed, lips parted, golden reptilian eyes dark with raw, consuming hunger and desire.

Ningyan felt it... he felt how close he was.

And for a mont, all he could think was, so this is what he looks like.

It was... beautiful.

On the other hand, Jun Haoxuan was completely lost in him.

Ningyan wasn’t just tempting, he was addictive.

There was no restraint left, no distance, no control that mattered anymore. Every movent, every reaction only pulled him deeper.

How could soone look like this?

So vivid. So consuming.

So impossible to turn away from.

Rong Yue’s rhythm suddenly increased.

Ningyan’s hips jerked in response, eyes widening, breath breaking around the sensation. His body tensed then gave way completely, a shudder tearing through him as he ca, tears slipping down his cheeks.

Rong Yue pressed a slow kiss to the side of his neck, holding him steady as the aftershocks rippled through him.

A low sound escaped Ningyan, half moan, half breathless whimper.

Jun Haoxuan followed not long after, his control snapping as tension finally broke.

For a mont, everything blurred.

Ningyan clung to him, grounding himself, taking in every second of it before the intensity finally ebbed. When it did, he pulled back, breath uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly.

He sagged, his back pressing into Rong Yue’s chest.

Rong Yue held him easily, one arm firm around his waist, an amused smile playing at his lips as he watched him recover.

Ningyan’s heavy-lidded, dazed gaze lifted and settled on Jun Haoxuan.

Slowly, he raised a hand toward him.

Jun Haoxuan didn’t hesitate.

He leaned in, closing the distance, their lips eting again, slower this ti, but no less consuming. There was sothing different in it now. This went beyond hunger. It was pure recognition... an act of claiming.

Ningyan’s fingers brushed along his horn, the touch soft, almost reverent.

When they parted, both breathing hard, Ningyan let his head fall back against Rong Yue’s shoulder.

Their eyes t. And in a rough voice, he whispered, "I need you closer."

"So polite," Rong Yue said with a grin.

"You..." Haoxuan’s words were lost in the mont as Ningyan began kissing him again.

anwhile, Rong Yue tore Ningyan’s trousers away, baring him. He spread his cheeks and pushed a finger deep inside.

"Ah..." Ningyan whimpered against Haoxuan’s lips.

Haoxuan gathered both their cocks in one hand, brushing them together. The friction sent a wave of pleasure through them both.

Rong Yue forced another finger inside. Ningyan clamped down, a slide of wetness following the movent.

Suddenly, Rong Yue pulled out and gripped Ningyan’s throat. "Should I go in?"

Ningyan wouldn’t let go of Haoxuan’s mouth, moaning as he shook his head. Rong Yue took the invitation, thrusting deep inside him with a single, heavy motion.