The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 25: He Who Kneels, Cleanses the Sacred Mess

Lin Mu moved forward on trembling limbs, knees sinking into the warmth of the sheets as he climbed between her legs.

The scent hit him first.

Raw. Bitter. Fresh.

His wife's pussy lay open before him, still twitching, visibly clenching around nothing, as if her body were begging for more even as it leaked everything she had just been filled with. Cum—thick, hot, and pungent—oozed from her stretched hole in slow, steady pulses, a glistening mess of white painting the inside of her thighs.

Lin Mu's breath hitched. His hands hovered just inches from her skin.

"Don't use your hands," Yan Zhuo said lazily behind him. "You don't need them to serve."

The words burned. Lin Mu nodded without turning.

He lowered his face.

Xue Lan's pussy was still open. Still glistening. Still filled with another man's seed. It ran in rivulets along the curve of her cunt, dripping into the folds he had once tried so hard to pleasure but never could.

Now they weren't his to pleasure.

Only to clean.

He started at the top.

A reverent kiss to the reddened skin just above her mound. Then his tongue extended, slow and trembling, and slid downward—between her folds, along the seam that quivered faintly beneath his mouth.

He tasted it immediately.

Not her.

*Him.*

Yan Zhuo's cum.

Still hot. Still fresh. So much of it that it had soaked deep into her—coating every crevice, marking her from clit to womb.

Lin Mu moaned softly into her, his cock twitching beneath his robes with humiliating force.

He licked.

Long, slow strokes that gathered the slick from her inner thighs, collecting every droplet of seed that had dared to escape.

Behind him, Yan Zhuo chuckled.

"Damn. You really *do* drink it up. Thought that was just a rumor."

Lin Mu didn't answer. He couldn't. His mouth was full of her—full of *him*.

Xue Lan sighed above him, content. One hand reached down and tangled gently in his hair, not to pull or direct, but to pet. Like one might reward a loyal animal.

He kissed her lips. Lapped gently at the edge of her entrance. Tongue dipping just inside—*just far enough* to taste what still lingered deep in her body.

Her hole flexed beneath his tongue.

Cum oozed out onto his face.

He swallowed.

Yan Zhuo leaned back against the bedpost, arms folded, watching with an easy smirk.

"You know, I could fuck her again right now," he said. "She's still wet. Still open. You didn't even *slow it down.*"

Lin Mu didn't look at him. He stayed where he was, licking, kissing, suckling softly at the outer lips.

His wife's cunt was slowly closing again. But the mess remained. The scent. The *heat* of it.

"You like this, don't you?" Yan Zhuo's voice came again. "You're not just enduring it. You *need* it."

Lin Mu moaned.

"I could stuff her with more," Yan Zhuo continued, cock hardening again slowly in the corner of Lin Mu's vision. "Make it so you'd have to suck it straight out of her cunt while it's still leaking. While I'm still *inside* her."

Lin Mu's tongue trembled.

He licked deeper.

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Xue Lan let out a soft gasp—more from tenderness than stimulation.

"Be gentle, Mu'er," she whispered. "He stretched me deep. It's sore."

Lin Mu nodded against her pussy, lips brushing her as he answered, "I know... I'll be careful."

"You're hard again, aren't you?" Yan Zhuo said.

Lin Mu didn't reply.

He didn't need to.

His leaking cock was obvious beneath the silk—tenting forward in shameful betrayal of everything he once thought masculinity meant.

And yet, with each swallow, each flick of his tongue, the Sutra pulsed inside him.

Qi stirred.

The shame became cultivation.

And the taste of another man's victory became his path forward.

When Xue Lan finally relaxed completely, sighing as if lulled to sleep by the soft worship of her husband's mouth, Lin Mu whispered against her folds:

"I'm finished."

Yan Zhuo laughed.

"No, you're not."

He stepped forward.

"I'm ready again."

And Lin Mu didn't move.

He stayed.

Mouth open.

Ready to clean again.