The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 28: Morning Worship

The sun was rising.

It touched the outer courtyard first, casting golden light across the stone tiles, then filtered through the silk curtains of Xue Lan's room. The scent of sweat, sex, and incense still clung to the warm air. The sheets were tangled, stained. Xue Lan lay sprawled atop them, nude, glowing in the morning light like a ruined empress—legs spread lazily, arms above her head, her full breasts rising and falling with slow, satisfied breaths.

Her pussy, still swollen and red from the night before, remained parted slightly—evidence of just how deep and hard she'd been used. Faint streaks of dried cum clung to the inside of her thighs, across her belly, and one smear remained glistening faintly on the curve of her left breast.

Lin Mu had not moved from his place.

He knelt at the foot of the bed, legs folded, his spine straight. His lips were wet. His face flushed. He hadn't slept—hadn't needed to. Not with the Sutra pulsing in his core.

He leaned forward slowly, reverently, and licked the inside of her thigh, just below the sticky curve where her sex still leaked remnants of Yan Zhuo's second load. The taste of her, mixed with the faint, bitter edge of another man's cum, coated his tongue.

He swallowed.

And the Devouring Shame Sutra reacted like lightning.

Qi surged through him. His meridians pulsed. His foundation trembled as the wall to the next stage cracked—his body shaken by the force of growth born not from combat, but submission.

Xue Lan stirred.

Her body shifted, her hips rolling with instinctive grace. Her thighs parted wider. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she stretched. Her eyes blinked open slowly, and her smile curved before she even looked down at him.

"Still there, Mu'er?" she purred, her voice thick with morning husk and last night's satisfaction. "Have you just been sitting there all night, licking my thighs like a little dog?"

He nodded.

She giggled, the sound light, almost girlish. She propped herself up on her elbows, her heavy tits swaying forward slightly, nipples still hard and faintly reddened from Yan Zhuo's earlier grip.

"You didn't even touch that useless little cock of yours, did you?"

He shook his head. His erection was visibly straining beneath his robes, damp from hours of aching arousal.

"Good boy," she said, brushing hair from her face. "You really do like it. Tasting me. Tasting *him*. You're hard just from licking my used cunt, aren't you?"

Lin Mu didn't speak. He just moaned softly.

Xue Lan's eyes sparkled.

She parted her legs wider and tilted her hips slightly toward him. Her pussy was a vivid mess of red folds, visibly used, still glistening deeper inside. The outer lips were still puffed, her clit tender and slightly swollen. Cum had dried along the edges, but the scent was still fresh—musky, sharp, unmistakable.

"There's more," she teased. "I can feel it. Deeper in. Maybe you should lick properly this time."

He leaned in at once.

His tongue extended, and he licked a slow stroke from the bottom of her slit up to her clit, collecting everything. She hissed softly, her back arching slightly.

"Oh... careful, husband. I'm still sore. He really stretched me out."

Lin Mu whimpered into her folds.

She laughed again.

"You loved hearing me scream for him, didn't you? Loved watching me cum while he stuffed me full. Look at you—your face is red just thinking about it."

She reached down and cupped her breast, lifting it toward him slightly.

"Don't forget this one," she said. "He came on it, didn't he?"

Lin Mu nodded.

"Then lick it clean."

He rose slowly, reverently, and kissed the soft slope of her breast. His tongue traced the dried white trail, collecting every trace until her skin was clean again. He sucked her nipple gently into his mouth, swirling his tongue across it.

She moaned softly.

"Good. Keep going."

Lin Mu lowered again. Back to her thighs. Her folds. He didn't stop. He licked gently, collecting the final remnants of the night's use. His tongue moved with precision and devotion, sliding between the folds, sucking softly at the outer lips, never pushing too deep—but just enough to taste everything.

Xue Lan sighed, her voice dreamy.

"I could get used to this," she whispered. "A husband who cleans me after every fuck. Who gets stronger the more he's humiliated. A little cuck cultivator."

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Lin Mu groaned again.

The Sutra pulsed.

And he kept licking.

Silent.

Aroused.

Devoted.