Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off - Chapter 248

Chapter 248: Chapter 248: Lan Lan is Embarassed (M)
“Lan Lan, don’t worry. It will be over soon,” he murmured, his voice dropping into a low murmur. He spoke to her as if he were coaxing a frightened cub, his touch firm but surprisingly gentle.

But she was not frightened at all; she was speechless by his hooligan behavior. Who pulled their mate’s underwear like this? Where are the kisses and cuddles… Why does she not know her innocent tiger has this side?

He pulled her toward him, settling her onto his lap. With his other hand, he quickly pushed aside the animal skins around his waist. The full length of his heat snapped forward, pressing against her thigh.

Su Qinglan’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion. “Wait…what? We were just talking about the crystal core! Why are we suddenly…”

“We don’t have much time,” Hu Yan interrupted, his breath hot against her neck. “The energy will dissipate if we wait. It needs to be transferred now.”

Su Qinglan stared at him, bewildered. Was she missing something? Was she being dense? One moment they were discussing rare treasures, and the next, he was acting like a man possessed.

But she didn’t have much time to think. Hu Yan’s hand found her “honey pot,” his fingers moving with ease. He stroked her gently, preparing her body to receive him. A deep, involuntary moan escaped her lips as his thumb found the sensitive pink bud at her core, sending sharp tingles racing down her thighs.

“Damn you…” she whispered, her voice shaking. She wanted to argue, but her body was betraying her. She instinctively parted her legs, seeking more of his touch, her hips arching toward his hand.

“Lan Lan… easy. Don’t be afraid,” Hu Yan whispered, his eyes dark with desire. When he pulled his fingers away, they were already coated in her moisture. He leaned in, licking them clean with a smirk that made her heart stop, before positioning himself at her entrance.

Without another word, he drove into her in one swift, powerful movement.

“Ahhh! Hu Yan! I wasn’t ready!” At least give her an ultimatum. Why so rush…

Her protest died in her throat as he began to thrust upward. She could only bounce on him, falling back onto his length with every heavy strike. Each movement sent him deeper inside her, hitting places that made her vision blur.

“Ahh! Hu Yan… ahh!” She moaned helplessly, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Suddenly, as he reached his peak and released his heat inside her, Su Qinglan felt an explosion of warmth in her abdomen.

A strange, swirling energy began to wrap around her internal organs, spiraling through her limbs. Her eyes widened.

Is this the energy of the crystal core? She was familiar with it; after all, she has absorbed countless crystal cores.

She felt like crying. So this was the “transfer”? The beast world truly had unique, baffling rules. She realized now that he wasn’t just mating; he was using his own body as a filter to pass the refined energy of the red-level core to her and the cubs.

But the process wasn’t entirely pleasant. As the energy concentrated, her body, which was unaccustomed to such power, tried to reject it. A prickling pain radiated through her, and beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.

“Lan Lan, don’t worry. The pain will disappear soon,” Hu Yan whispered, sensing her discomfort. He slowed his pace, making gentle circles on her waist with his palms, brushing the wet hair away from her face with infinite tenderness.

Just as she started to relax, the length that had softened inside her hardened again. He didn’t pull out. Instead, he began to thrust again, the new wave of pleasure acting like a balm that numbed the aching energy in her veins.

Her mind went hazy. Her nails scratched his shoulders, leaving red marks, but he didn’t seem to care.

In a daze of heat and pheromones, Su Qinglan found herself turned over on her knees against the soft bedding. Her clothes were bunched around her waist, leaving her back exposed to the cool air of the room.

Hu Yan leaned over her, licking the back of her neck and her spine like a devoted husband.

She felt a flash of shame, but the pleasure was too overwhelming to fight. Instead of pushing him away, she arched her back, thrusting her hips toward him in a silent plea for more.

Hu Yan let out a low growl of satisfaction before his thick length pierced her from behind.

“Hu Yan!” she cried out, her voice echoing in the small room. He moved with a relentless rhythm, as if he intended to empty his entire stock into her.

“Hey big tiger… go easy,” she thought, wanting to cry, but even these shameless tears refused to come out at the absurdity of her situation.

Just as Su Qinglan was about to reach the peak of this chaotic “energy transfer,” the universe decided she hadn’t suffered enough embarrassment for one day.

The heavy thud of footsteps echoed against the floor.

Su Qinglan’s body went rigid. Her eyes snapped toward the doorway, and there he was. Han Jue. She froze, her expression shifting from a hazy daze to the color of a ripe beetroot in approximately 0.5 seconds.

If there was a hole in the ground, she would have dived into it and stayed there until the next century.

Because here she was on her knees, skirt bunched up, being thoroughly “powered up” by one husband, while her other husband stood there watching like he was enjoying a good show.

Can someone please delete my existence? she thought hysterically. Is there a ‘Log Out’ button for this world? System? Anyone? Help me?

In a blind panic, she clumsily tried to pull her skirt down to cover her bare ass, but there was one small problem: Hu Yan. The man was still attached to her like a burr on a sheep.

He paused for exactly one heartbeat when he saw Han Jue, gave a curt nod of acknowledgment…as if they were just passing each other in a hallway, and then went right back to thrusting.

“Ahhh! Fuck you, Hu Yan! Show some decency!” she hissed, her voice cracking. “Have some mercy on my soul!”

She tried to weakly push him away, but it was like trying to move a mountain that was currently preoccupied with a red-level crystal core high. Hu Yan didn’t even blink. He was on a mission, and apparently, that mission involved zero privacy.

Su Qinglan was so busy trying to die of shame that she completely missed the “bro-code” look exchanged between her two husbands. It was a look that said: The energy transfer is going well, I see.

Suddenly, Han Jue moved. He didn’t leave. He didn’t turn around. Instead, he walked right up to her and knelt down in front of her face.

Su Qinglan’s mind went blank. Okay, cool. This is it. This is how I die. Death by awkwardness.

“Ahh…huh Han..nn..Jue” she wanted to say something, but with each thrust the word came out in a jumble, more like a moan as she was trying to seduce him. The sultry sound didn’t belong to her, she swore.

Now this time, real tears appeared in her eyes from the sheer embarrassment and the deep desire in her bones.

Han Jue reached out, his cool fingers gently brushing against her lips, which she had been biting raw to stay quiet.

“It’s okay, Lan Lan,” he said, his voice as smooth and calm as if they were having tea.

“Don’t hide yourself from me. Ever. Okay?”