The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 59: Prepared for the Futa’s Cock

The morning air hung soft and heavy, thick with the incense of plum blossoms and low-burning spirit oils. A slow wind curled through the inner courtyard, brushing over polished stone and rustling the crimson curtains that hung across the threshold of Xue Lan's private chamber. Inside, everything was silent—except for the subtle rhythm of water in a basin and the sound of a man's breath held tight in his chest.

Lin Mu knelt beside the steaming bath, his sleeves rolled to the elbows. The basin's surface shimmered with an alchemical oil blend—heated rosehip, gold-thread essence, and marrow-lotus. It clung to his hands as he moved them slowly, reverently, across Xue Lan's bare skin.

She reclined in the bath with her hair pinned up in a loose coil, steam curling around her shoulders and the upper swell of her breasts. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow, but her lips curled faintly with amusement.

"You're trembling, Mu'er," she said softly, not opening her eyes. "Are you that excited to see her again?"

"I—no, Lan'er. I'm just—"

"Nervous?" Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "Or is it because your cock's been hard since you woke up?"

He swallowed and focused on the task before him. The oil shimmered on her thighs as he slid his palms along their length. Her skin was soft. Perfect. Flushed from heat and touched with the faint pink glow of spiritual warmth. He reached for a silk cloth, dipped it in the basin, and ran it down her calves, over her ankles, between each toe.

"You've gotten so good at bathing me," she murmured. "Do you know why I trust you with this?"

He shook his head, not daring to look up.

"Because you know you're not allowed to want me," she said with a smile. "Not the way she gets to have me."

His cock throbbed painfully beneath his robe.

"You'll be useful today," she continued. "You'll guide her into me. Hold her cock. Stroke it. Make sure it's ready. And then... you'll watch what a real partner feels like."

"Yes, Lan'er," he whispered.

She sighed and slid forward in the bath, resting her legs on either side of him. Her knees rose from the water, droplets cascading down skin slick with oil. She spread them wider.

"Make sure I'm clean everywhere," she said.

Lin Mu's hands shook slightly as he reached forward and began again—more slowly now. He dipped the cloth, squeezed it gently, and brought it between her legs. Her pussy was already glistening from the bath, the lips delicate, flushed, inviting. He pressed the cloth between them, careful not to linger, but she caught his wrist.

"No," she said. "Use your fingers."

His breath hitched. "Lan'er, I—"

"Do it. Slowly."

He obeyed.

Two fingers pressed against her folds, spreading them delicately. He reached into the water and rubbed slow, gentle circles over her entrance, dipping into the heat just enough to clean but not tease.

Xue Lan moaned softly.

"Good boy," she whispered.

He worked silently, reverently, while her breath deepened.

"Don't stop until I say," she said. "And don't you dare cum."

"I won't."

He continued until the water cooled and her skin glowed with freshness and pleasure. When she finally sat up, water cascading down her chest, he was hard enough it hurt.

She stepped out of the bath without a towel. She didn't need one. She glowed.

"Dry me," she said.

He knelt and dried every inch of her with a warm cloth. Breasts. Stomach. Hips. Pussy. Thighs. Feet.

She hummed as he worked.

Then she walked to her dressing platform, letting her robe fall open behind her. "Dress me."

He chose a sheer crimson robe lined in gold thread. He fastened the clasp just under her breasts, letting the fabric slide over her curves without hiding them. Her nipples stiffened beneath it. Her hair was combed, pinned with a red jade ornament, her perfume subtle and warm.

"Do I look ready for her?" she asked.

"You look perfect."

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She turned and cupped his chin.

"Good. Then kneel by the door and wait for her."

He knelt.

Heart pounding.

Cock aching.

Waiting for the woman who would fuck his wife—and the moment where he'd help her do it.