The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 43: She Was Still Making Love

Jin Rui's courtyard was quiet, but the air was charged.

Lin Mu approached with faltering steps, his body still damp from the humiliation, his robes clinging to his thighs. The streaks on his cheek had dried, but the scent remained—Zhao Wei's cum, Xue Lan's slick, the spit of his junior sisters. His cock was no longer hard, but raw. Sensitive. Shamed.

He paused at the gate.

Inside, he could already feel Jin Rui's presence—tension like a drawn bow, wrath waiting to be unleashed. Lin Mu stepped through.

Jin Rui stood shirtless in the center of the yard, his back slick with sweat from morning practice. His toned body glistened in the light, muscles tight and twitching. He was already hard.

He turned slowly.

Saw Lin Mu.

Saw the mess.

And his eyes narrowed.

"So," Jin Rui said, voice low. "She let Zhao Wei fuck her again."

Lin Mu nodded. His throat was tight.

"She's waiting for you now," he managed. "She... she said she's ready."

Jin Rui walked forward.

Each step was deliberate.

He circled Lin Mu once, then stopped in front of him. He didn't speak.

He reached out—grabbed Lin Mu's chin.

Forced him to meet his eyes.

"You watched again?"

Lin Mu nodded.

"You cleaned her?"

Another nod.

Jin Rui smirked.

"You're dripping with her filth. Your junior sisters told me what they did to you in the courtyard."

Lin Mu's eyes widened.

Jin Rui leaned closer.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to her?"

Lin Mu didn't answer.

Jin Rui's voice dropped to a growl.

"I'm going to fuck her until she forgets the last two even existed."

Lin Mu's knees trembled.

"I'm going to make her scream my name so loud it erases Zhao Wei from her memory. You're going to hear every second. And when I finish..."

He smiled.

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"You'll crawl between her legs again. And thank me."

Lin Mu nodded slowly.

"I... I will."

Jin Rui stepped past him.

"Follow."

And Lin Mu did.

Back to the house.

The door to the bedchamber was slightly ajar.

Lin Mu pushed it open quietly, heart already pounding, Jin Rui stepping just behind him. But the moment the door creaked, the sound from within froze them both.

It wasn't rough.

Not this time.

It was soft. Slow. Rhythmic.

A woman's moan—low and breathless—curled out into the hall. Xue Lan's voice. But not the kind of sound she made when she was fucked into the mattress, when she was being pounded open by a man claiming her body.

This was something else.

Lin Mu stepped inside.

The lanterns were dimmed. The sheets were a mess, but the bodies atop them were calm. Entwined.

Xue Lan was riding Zhao Wei again, but not the way she had before. Her hands were on his chest, her back arched gracefully as she rolled her hips with slow, aching precision.

Zhao Wei's hands rested gently on her waist.

He wasn't thrusting.

He was letting her move. Letting her take him, inch by inch, in soft, deep strokes that dragged moans from both their lips.

Her eyes were half-lidded.

Her lips were parted in a smile—genuine, unguarded. She leaned forward, kissed him, then buried her face in his neck.

Lin Mu stood frozen in the doorway.

She was making love.

She was whispering to him between gasps. Her voice soft, intimate. She wasn't just being taken.

She had given herself.

Zhao Wei groaned beneath her, his cock sliding deep inside her dripping cunt, and her pussy clenched visibly around him. A trail of fresh cum spilled down her inner thigh.

And she was still smiling.

Still whispering.

Still holding him like he was hers.

Jin Rui's fists clenched beside Lin Mu.

"She's... still with him?" he muttered.

Xue Lan didn't stop.

She didn't even acknowledge the door.

Lin Mu took a step forward.

Her hips rolled again, slow and deep.

She moaned softly into Zhao Wei's neck.

And Zhao Wei reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"I love this," she whispered. "I love you like this..."

Lin Mu's heart cracked.

Zhao Wei kissed her forehead.

And inside Lin Mu's chest, the Sutra pulsed.

Not just humiliation now.

But something else.

Loss.

Longing.

And unbearable devotion.