The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 30: Humiliation Made Him Stronger

Lin Mu didn't stop walking until he was well beyond the courtyard.

He passed the flowering peach trees, the training rings, the baths. He reached the edge of the Spirit Grove, where the sect's energy hummed faintly in the roots and wind. Here, away from prying eyes, he collapsed to his knees.

His breath shook.

His hands trembled.

His cock was hard. So hard it ached against his robes. His balls were tight, swollen, heavy with untouched need. His inner thighs were damp—slick with his own leaking lust.

He hadn't touched himself. Not once.

And yet he was trembling like a man on the brink of release.

The shame was still echoing in his ears.

*Did you really suck it out of her?*

*Can I be next?*

*Jade-Faced Cuck.*

The name rang louder than the rest.

Lin Mu doubled over, his face burning. His cock twitched, drooled more through his underlayers, and he moaned softly. His hands pressed against the base of his spine as if he could force the pressure back down.

But it wouldn't go down.

The Sutra pulsed.

It *wanted* this.

This was its truth. Its path. Its power.

Lin Mu knelt, legs shaking beneath him, and tried to breathe. Tried to meditate. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw it—

Xue Lan's legs spread wide.

Yan Zhuo's cock slamming deep inside her.

Her pussy gushing. Her moaning his name—not Lin Mu's, but *his*.

And the sect watching him lick it all up.

"Fuck..." Lin Mu gasped.

He came.

His entire body convulsed. His hips jerked forward. Hot, wet spurts shot into his robe, soaking his inner layer. He cried out, barely stifling his voice with the back of his hand.

No touch. No stroke. Just *memory*.

Just *shame*.

The Qi crashed through him like thunder.

The Devouring Shame Sutra ignited.

A golden pulse of energy spiraled up his spine, blasting open channels that had resisted him for months. His cultivation surged—two stages in a breath. The ground quivered beneath him. The leaves above shook. His entire body glowed faintly with the aura of advancement.

It was undeniable.

His path was real.

And it demanded more.

He sat back slowly, robe soaked, cock limp now, but still twitching from aftershocks.

He whispered it aloud, as if the words would brand it into his bones.

"I get stronger the more they fuck her."

He stood.

Walked back to their chambers.

Xue Lan was reclining naked on the window platform, her legs splayed to catch the breeze, two fingers lazily circling her still-sensitive clit. Her breasts glistened with sweat. Her pussy was red, slightly gaping, still not fully recovered from the night before.

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She looked up at him and smiled.

"Did you cum from their teasing?" she asked.

He didn't answer.

He dropped to his knees before her, leaned in, and kissed the lips of her sex without hesitation.

She moaned softly.

"I can still smell him on me," she teased. "You love it, don't you? Knowing it's not yours. Not anymore."

"I want more," Lin Mu whispered.

Her brows lifted.

"Oh?"

"More men. More humiliation. Bigger cocks. Crueler words."

She chuckled darkly.

"Now that's the husband I need."

Lin Mu looked up at her, face flushed, lips shining.

"The more they humiliate me," he said quietly, "the stronger I become."

Xue Lan reached down, brushed a thumb across his cheek.

"Then let's find someone who'll make you unstoppable."