The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 34: Bigger Than Memory

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The knock came just after sundown.

Not gentle. Not hesitant.

Three heavy thuds against the wooden frame, like the hammer of a war god announcing his arrival.

Lin Mu was already kneeling in the atrium, robe folded beneath him, forehead lowered, body humming with dread and anticipation. The oil from Xue Lan's bath still lingered on his palms. His lips tingled from kissing her thighs. His cock was painfully erect.

She was ready.

He had prepared her himself.

Soft footsteps approached behind him. Silk rustled.

Xue Lan appeared, moving like a goddess descending from her temple. She wore a sheer robe of starlight fabric—so thin it concealed nothing. One breast was completely bare, the other barely hidden behind translucent cloth. Her nipples were stiff, her thighs gleaming from the oil massage. Her pussy glistened softly through the sheer silk, smooth, flushed, and already pulsing with need.

Her scent, a heady mix of lotus oil and arousal, filled the chamber.

"Open it," she said, voice calm, firm.

Lin Mu rose on trembling legs, heart in his throat.

He reached for the door.

It creaked open slowly.

Zhao Wei stood there like a titan at the gate—arms crossed over a chest sculpted by brutal training, his massive body wrapped loosely in a training robe that did nothing to conceal the monstrous cock already half-hard beneath. His gaze was fixed forward. Cold. Focused. He didn't glance at Lin Mu once.

He looked at her.

"You're late," Xue Lan said, her voice half-sweet, half-taunting.

Zhao Wei stepped forward, his voice low. "Your husband's too slow at preparing you. I'll see to it myself next time."

He brushed past Lin Mu. The sheer force of his body moving through the room made Lin Mu shiver.

The bulge beneath his robe swayed heavily with each step, the shape obscene—wide, long, dangerous. The robe clung around the tip of his cock, already leaking a dark spot into the silk.

Lin Mu followed silently.

The bedchamber was ready. The soft glow of lanterns cast golden shadows over the wide bed, sheets freshly laid, perfumed and silky. Pillows stacked at the headboard. Xue Lan stood beside it and let the robe fall.

Her body glowed in the warm light—oiled, supple, and perfect. Her nipples were flushed dark pink, hardened from the air. Her waist curved softly into her hips, her thighs strong and slightly parted. Her pussy was bare, smooth, already gleaming with a natural wetness that had only grown since her bath.

"I want you to ruin me," she whispered, her voice trembling—not with fear, but craving.

Zhao Wei removed his belt.

His robe dropped.

The room gasped.

His cock flopped free with a heavy slap against his thigh—an obscene monster, thick as Lin Mu's arm and long enough to stretch from base to above his navel. It throbbed, already dark with blood, the head flared and glistening with precum. Veins coiled down its length like molten ropes.

Lin Mu dropped to his knees involuntarily.

Xue Lan gasped, her knees almost giving out.

Her body instinctively responded—her nipples tightened further, her folds twitched, a drop of slick leaked down the inside of her thigh.

Zhao Wei didn't speak. He stepped forward. His cock bounced with each stride, the head slapping lightly against her lower belly. It left a long, shiny streak just beneath her navel.

She lay back without being told.

Her legs parted wide. Her inner lips opened, wet and trembling, glistening as if begging to be split. She reached down and spread them further for him.

"Please," she whispered. "Put it in."

Zhao Wei climbed onto the bed.

His body eclipsed hers.

He gripped her thighs, thick fingers wrapping nearly around them. He lined up the monstrous head, pressing the tip between her folds.

Lin Mu watched from the floor, mouth open, heart hammering, cock throbbing painfully against his belly.

The head stretched her lips slowly, then stopped. Just the first inch had her gaping wider than she ever had for Jin Rui or Yan Zhuo.

Her back arched.

"Fuck—fuck—!"

Zhao Wei pushed harder.

Another inch.

Then another.

Her pussy stretched wide around his cock, the skin straining, her inner walls gripping desperately. Her belly bulged slightly with the pressure.

"Too much—it's too—"

He kept pushing.

More than half now.

Her hands clawed at the sheets. Her eyes rolled back.

Then he bottomed out.

All eleven inches inside.

Her pussy twitched. Her womb opened for him.

And she came.

Violently.

Her thighs convulsed. Her voice cracked in a scream. Her eyes flooded with tears.

Lin Mu bowed lower, forehead to the floor, cock leaking onto the wood.

And Zhao Wei hadn't even started thrusting.