The Jade Faced Cuck Chapter 24: He Watched Her Break

The room felt smaller with every passing breath.

Lin Mu remained where he had knelt since the beginning—his legs folded beneath him, posture rigid, cock stiff beneath his robes, and his eyes now lifted.

He was watching.

He couldn't stop. Couldn't blink. Couldn't breathe properly.

Xue Lan was spread open before him, thighs parted wide across the silk-strewn bed, her oiled skin gleaming beneath the lanternlight. Her hands gripped the headboard, knuckles white. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples slick and flushed, her whole body moving in rhythm with the man above her.

Yan Zhuo.

The inner disciple Lin Mu had personally chosen. Invited. Prepared her for.

And now he was fucking her. Deeply. Powerfully.

Each thrust shook the bed, each slap of hips to thighs wet and loud. Her pussy, red and glistening, swallowed him down again and again, stretched wide around a cock that Lin Mu couldn't match in his dreams. The size of it. The girth. The way it curved inside her just right—Lin Mu could see it in her face.

She was gone.

Her mouth hung open, her moans sharp and full, rising and cracking like thunder in the chamber. Her eyes rolled back for a mont as Yan Zhuo ground into her slowly, pressing deep enough to make her gasp, then retreating only to slam back in. Her legs kicked against the mattress, her heels digging into the sheets as she sobbed with pleasure.

"There—there—*gods*—Yan! Don't stop—don't you fucking stop!"

Lin Mu twitched where he sat, his hands gripping the fabric of his robe so tightly his knuckles cracked.

Yan Zhuo leaned over her, sweat dripping from his chest onto her tits, and he kissed her roughly—her tongue eting his with the sa need she'd once offered Lin Mu in kisses softer, gentler, full of love. Now she devoured. She clawed at his shoulders, pulled him closer, moaning brokenly into his mouth as his cock bottod out inside her again.

Lin Mu's face was flushed.

His cock throbbed—leaking through his robe.

Xue Lan's body jerked again, her voice louder than before.

"You're so deep—*deeper than anyone*—fuck—"

She turned her head suddenly, her eyes eting Lin Mu's.

Not by accident.

Deliberate.

And her expression didn't waver—didn't apologize.

She stared at him, eyes heavy-lidded, lips wet and open as Yan Zhuo fucked her harder, faster, the sound of it lewd, constant.

Her words ca between panting gasps.

"You watching, Mu'er? You seeing how a real man fucks ?"

Lin Mu nodded. He couldn't speak.

Yan Zhuo reached down and spread her thighs wider, her pussy now completely visible to Lin Mu—his wife's cunt stretched around another man's cock, soaked and gushing, juices spilling down her ass and onto the bed.

He could see her clench. Could see the way her body *gripped* that cock.

Then Xue Lan scread.

Her orgasm hit like a storm, her whole body arching off the bed, legs quaking, her voice shattering the air.

"*I'm cumming! I'm fucking—cum—inside !*"

Yan Zhuo groaned, hissed through his teeth, and buried himself to the hilt.

Lin Mu saw it.

Saw the thick pulse beneath the skin of his shaft as he ca deep inside her, filling her pussy, stuffing her womb with heat Lin Mu would never match.

Cum leaked out before Yan Zhuo even pulled out—his cock still twitching as it slid free, glistening with slick, dripping with seed.

Her hole stayed open.

Gaping. Used. Claid.

Xue Lan lay there panting, thighs still trembling, eyes locked on her husband.

"Clean , Mu'er," she whispered, voice hoarse and rich. "Start while it's still hot."

Lin Mu crawled forward.

Hard. Humiliated.

And so fucking hard he ached.