The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 29: The Sect Knows

The sect had already heard.

Before the sun reached its peak, the whispers became wind. And the wind carried truth.

Yan Zhuo had not been quiet. He walked back into the disciples' quarters like a war god descending from the heavens—bare-chested, robe slung carelessly over one shoulder, his cock barely hidden beneath loose trousers, and the scent of sex clinging to him like incense. His smile was arrogant. His words louder than necessary.

"Lin Mu held her legs open for me," he told one group, lounging under a courtyard tree. "Then cleaned every drop off her with his tongue. Even sucked it straight out of her pussy. Didn't miss a single streak."

By mid-morning, the entire inner sect knew.

When Lin Mu stepped into the courtyard, the shift in atmosphere was instant. Eyes turned. Conversations paused mid-sentence. Lips curled with mock sympathy or open amusement.

He had bathed. Composed himself. Wore fresh robes of pure white.

But they all saw through it.

They had heard the moans.

They knew what those stains were.

A group of young outer sect disciples leaned against the railing by the koi pond, one of them—a tall, lanky boy with a hooked grin—called out first.

"So, how's her pussy this morning, Senior Brother?"

His friends snickered.

"Still gaping?" another asked. "Or did you finally plug it with that little thing of yours?"

Laughter broke around him. Lin Mu kept walking.

But the voices followed.

A pair of twin sisters in matching crimson robes crossed his path. Both were curvy, beautiful, their hair twisted into matching braids that bounced as they walked.

"Is it true?" one asked, wide-eyed. "Did you really drink it all?"

"Every drop," her sister added with a grin. "Even the ones between her toes?"

They giggled and leaned in together.

"If you ever want to clean someone else's mess, I know a few boys who'd love to use my pussy for you."

Lin Mu's heart pounded.

And his cock throbbed against his inner robes.

He said nothing. His silence only encouraged them.

"Don't be shy," one whispered near his ear. "I bet you're dripping right now just hearing us say it."

They walked away, swaying their hips, whispering and laughing.

The next was worse.

In the main square, where sect members gathered to meditate, a senior disciple stood sharpening his spear. He was tall. Broad-shouldered. Shirtless. His muscles gleamed with oil and sweat.

"Lin Mu," he said without turning. "How does it feel? Knowing the entire sect has heard your wife scream for another man?"

He looked back then—dark eyes glittering with cruelty.

"I wonder if she'll scream louder when I fuck her."

Lin Mu kept walking. His hands were trembling.

But inside him, the Sutra whispered.

And his cock leaked.

More voices followed.

"Do you get stronger the more they fuck her?"

"Can I be next? I promise I'll cum deep so you have something to clean."

"I heard she asked for it rough. Did you cry when she begged him to break her?"

A girl near the alchemy garden stopped him.

She was petite, with pale skin and deep violet eyes. Her robes were half-loose around her shoulders, showing the swell of her perfect breasts.

"Your wife looked so good last night," she said softly. "Her legs were shaking even after he finished. Do you... do you like when she can't walk right?"

Lin Mu stared at her, speechless.

She bit her lip.

"I would."

She walked away, her ass swaying like a taunt.

He reached the meditation pavilion in silence. But the noise didn't stop.

More voices. More laughter.

A male disciple leaned over the railing, smirking.

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"I bet you taste every man's cum better than she does."

"Do you clean their balls too?" another jeered. "Or just what spills out of her?"

A group of women were sitting near the steps. One of them, a statuesque cultivator with dusky skin and a body carved like a statue, called out to him with a smirk.

"Let me know when you're free again, Lin Mu. I'd love to see how much you can suck out of me."

The others laughed.

Lin Mu said nothing.

But his vision blurred.

Not from tears.

From the pressure building inside. From the heat coiling in his belly. From the pulse of the Devouring Shame Sutra devouring every humiliation, every whispered slur, every fucking word.

He walked faster.

And as he passed beneath the shaded arch, someone whispered behind him—soft, feminine, gleeful:

"Jade-Faced Cuck."

Lin Mu flinched.

And the Sutra surged.

He was hard. Aching. Burning.

And he hadn't even touched her today.

They all knew.

And he was becoming stronger because of it.