The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 60: First Claim, Full Humiliation

The morning sun hadn't yet cleared the mountain ridge, but Lin Mu was already outside—naked, kneeling, trembling.

He knelt at the foot of the stone path just beyond his residence's entrance, cock hard and twitching with each heartbeat. The flagstones beneath him were cool from the night, the air fragrant with dew and distant incense from the main sect temple.

He didn't move. He didn't dare.

His hands rested flat on his thighs, his posture perfect. His eyes lowered. His cheeks burned.

And his cock—small, flushed, painfully erect—jutted uselessly from between his legs, drooling with anticipation.

Doors slid open around him.

Voices stirred.

Whispers became laughter.

"Is he waiting for her like that?"

"Look how hard he is. Just kneeling there. Gods, he's pathetic."

A group of senior disciples paused at the corner path. One of the women leaned against a pillar and smirked. "She hasn't even touched his wife yet and he's already dripping."

"I heard he's going to stroke her cock for her. Like an attendant."

"He should be paid for this. Or collared."

Lin Mu didn't respond. His body betrayed him more honestly than any words could. Each insult made his cock throb. Every chuckle left him harder.

And then the crowd's tone shifted.

The air changed. Denser. Warmer.

Footsteps approached—the sound crisp and powerful, each one a declaration.

Chi Jiao had arrived.

She stood at the edge of the gathering crowd, tall and broad-shouldered, the sunlight catching the sharp lines of her jaw and the swell of her bare breasts beneath her open martial robe. Her hair was tied high, her eyes cool and predatory.

She walked with deliberate pace, a sea of disciples parting in her wake.

And behind her—

They followed.

A dozen, maybe more. Inner and core disciples. Men and women. Curious, aroused, eager. They had come not to interfere, but to **listen**.

To witness.

To hear what it sounded like when Xue Lan—**for the very first time**—was claimed by the futa who'd been promised to her.

And they all saw Lin Mu.

Naked. Kneeling. Leaking.

Chi Jiao paused before him.

She looked down.

He dared not meet her eyes.

"Well," she said. "You've been waiting."

"Yes, Mistress Chi Jiao," he whispered.

His cock twitched.

A single bead of precum slid from the tip.

Chi Jiao noticed.

"Ah," she murmured, smirking. "Say it again."

"M-Mistress."

Twitch.

Drip.

The crowd behind her chuckled.

Chi Jiao knelt slightly, lowering herself until her large, firm breasts nearly brushed his face. Her voice was low, amused.

"Your cock loves calling me that, doesn't it?"

"Yes... Mistress."

Twitch.

More dripping.

She tapped the tip with a single finger. "And you haven't even seen what I'll put inside her yet."

He whimpered.

She stood and circled him slowly, inspecting him like livestock.

"Say it again."

"Mistress."

The crowd laughed louder this time. One voice shouted, "Careful, he'll cum just from saying it."

Chi Jiao grinned. "He better not. He hasn't even earned that yet."

She turned back to face him.

"You'll serve me today," she said. "You'll stroke my cock. Guide me into your wife. Then you'll kneel and watch as I fuck her—for the first time."

"Yes, Mistress."

Spurt. Twitch.

She chuckled. "Good boy."

She turned, facing the crowd.

"Wait here. You'll hear every moan. Every cry. When she begs, you'll know I'm inside her."

Some chuckled.

Others licked their lips.

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And then she stepped past Lin Mu and entered the home.

He followed—still naked, still throbbing, still dripping at every step.

And behind him, the door slid shut.

Outside, they waited.

Inside, it would begin—for the first time.