The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 40: One Last Load Before She’s Sent Again

The room still trembled with the echoes of pleasure.

Xue Lan lay on her side, one leg draped over Zhao Wei's thigh, her body flushed and sticky with sweat and seed. Her pussy was red, swollen, twitching, and leaking steadily—two thick loads of cum slowly sliding down the curve of her ass, forming long, glossy trails across her thighs and onto the sheets. Her breaths came in slow, shallow pants, and her eyes fluttered with lingering pleasure.

Zhao Wei lay behind her, his cock nestled between her thighs, softening but still heavy. One hand cupped her breast, the other lazily stroking her hip. He looked completely satisfied, almost smug.

The bed beneath them was soaked—darkened with sweat, slick, and seed. The scent of sex lingered thick in the air, clinging to the silks, to the walls, to every breath.

Lin Mu remained kneeling beside the bed, unmoving.

His forehead was damp, his face glistening faintly with the sheen of her slick and Zhao Wei's cum. He hadn't dared to wipe it away. The stickiness had dried slightly, tightening across his skin. His lips still tasted of her.

His cock was hard.

His chest burned with something deeper than shame.

Xue Lan's eyes opened slowly. Her gaze wandered over Zhao Wei's chest, up to his neck, then to the ceiling.

And finally, to Lin Mu.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"That was nice," she murmured, voice heavy with post-orgasmic warmth. "Wasn't it, Mu'er?"

He nodded, but the motion was shallow. His voice caught in his throat.

She reached down lazily and touched her own belly, fingers drifting just beneath her navel. The skin there was still warm from the weight of Zhao Wei's cock.

"I can feel it still," she whispered. "All of it. Every inch he gave me."

Zhao Wei grunted softly behind her.

She let out a contented sigh, stretching slightly. Her breasts shifted against his chest, soft and slick with sweat. She looked more satisfied than she ever had after Lin Mu had touched her.

Then she looked back at him—at the man still kneeling.

"Lan'er," he whispered.

She tilted her head.

"Am I... allowed to kiss you?" he asked. His voice was almost trembling.

Xue Lan's smile widened. She leaned up slightly, brushing back her hair with one hand.

"I'm still dripping with him," she said.

Lin Mu's cock throbbed beneath his robes.

She rolled to her back, stretching luxuriously.

"I think I'm ready for more," she whispered.

Zhao Wei chuckled. "You're insatiable."

She reached back to stroke his chest. "It's not my fault you broke me open for good things."

Her gaze returned to Lin Mu, sharp and teasing.

"Go fetch Jin Rui."

Lin Mu bowed his head.

"Yes, Lan'er."

He pushed himself to his feet, his legs trembling from prolonged kneeling and tension. His robe clung to his skin, soaked from his own precum and the heavy heat of the room.

He turned to the door.

"I'll be quick," he said.

Xue Lan let out a soft laugh. "You always are."

Zhao Wei barked out a short laugh, then settled back on the pillows.

Lin Mu stepped outside.

The evening air hit him like a slap—cool, bracing, and shockingly clean after the humid, filthy heat of the bedchamber.

But it couldn't cleanse him.

His face still bore the scent of her pussy and Zhao Wei's cum.

His breath still carried the taste.

His cock still ached with denial.

As he descended the steps from their courtyard, robe swirling around his ankles, his mind was already spinning.

What would Jin Rui say?

Would he be angrier this time?

Would he fuck her harder?

And most of all...

Would she moan for him too?

Somewhere in his core, the Sutra pulsed—stronger now.

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Driven by shame.

Fueled by devotion.

And still...

He walked faster.