The night air was cool, but Lin Mu's robes clung to him as though soaked in heat. He walked in silence through the inner sect's east corridor, past blooming lotus lanterns, each step heavy with what he had done—what he had agreed to.
The scent of incense drifted toward him before he even reached the door to their quarters.
Inside, Xue Lan was waiting.
She stood near the vanity, brushing her long black hair, each motion smooth and slow. Her robe was thinner than usual—sheer silk, barely clinging to her shoulders, tied loose at the waist with only a single fold crossing her chest. The fabric shimred in the lantern light, revealing the curve of her breasts, her stiff nipples pushing out clearly beneath the silk.
Her skin glowed softly. Freshly bathed.
And yet her thighs bore the faintest bruises—faded marks left behind by Jin Rui days ago, evidence she hadn't asked him to go gentle.
She turned as Lin Mu entered.
"You're late," she said, her smile soft—but knowing.
"I was with him," Lin Mu said, his voice hoarse.
Her eyes brightened instantly. "Yan Zhuo?"
He nodded.
Xue Lan set her brush down. Her hips shifted as she turned fully toward him, and the robe nearly slipped open from the motion. She didn't fix it. Her legs moved freely as she stepped barefoot across the lacquered floor, the sound soft and slow.
"Well?" she asked.
"I gave him permission."
Her smile widened into sothing radiant—hungry.
"You really did?"
Lin Mu looked down, unable to et her gaze. "He... was very eager."
Her hands ca to his chest, light and warm.
"Of course he was," she said, leaning in. "He's wanted for months. You saw the way he stared during the alchemy trials."
"I saw," Lin Mu whispered.
She slid one hand down his chest, past his belt, over the clear, rigid bulge pressing against his inner robe. "You're already hard."
"I... I can't help it."
"I don't want you to help it," she said.
Her breath teased the side of his neck. "You're aroused because you gave away. Because you know he's going to take . Hold my hips. Fill ."
Lin Mu shivered.
"He told ," he murmured, "that he'll make you scream."
"Mmm," she purred. "I hope he does."
She leaned back and looked at him fully, eyes burning.
"Do you know how wet that makes ?" she whispered. "I've been dripping since you left."
She reached behind herself and untied the robe completely. It slid from her shoulders and down her body, pooling around her ankles.
She stood before him completely naked, her body radiant in the golden lanternlight.
Her breasts were full and high, her nipples a deep pink, stiff and begging for touch. Her stomach was smooth, and between her thighs, her slit glistened in the firelight—slick, swollen, twitching faintly as if her body had been waiting for this mont.
"I want him to use tomorrow," she said softly. "To pin down. To fuck until I can't speak."
Lin Mu's knees buckled.
"I want you to sit in the corner and watch as I open for him," she continued. "As he stretches wider than you ever could. I want you to see my face when I co on another man's cock."
He dropped to his knees.
"Please," he whispered. "Let worship you."
She stepped forward, spreading her legs slightly, guiding his head in.
"Then show , husband."
He pressed his lips to her thigh, trembling.
Her scent overwheld him—fresh and clean, but deeply aroused, her folds swollen with need. He kissed gently at first, his tongue trailing up to her inner lips, slick with natural wetness.
She moaned softly, one hand tangling in his hair.
"I can already feel it," she breathed. "How good he'll be. How different."
Lin Mu moaned into her cunt.
Her slickness coated his mouth.
"Will you clean afterward?" she asked, voice dreamy. "When he's finished? When I'm full and sore and used?"
"Yes," Lin Mu gasped between licks.
"Even if he cos in twice?"
"Yes."
"Even if I scream his na?"
"Yes..."
Her legs trembled slightly, her hips pressing forward.
He licked her thoroughly, savoring her arousal, worshipping the space soon to be filled by another man.
And all the while, the Sutra throbbed.
Each taste of her arousal, flavored by another's future claim, made his cultivation pulse.
He belonged here.
On his knees.
At her feet.
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