The sun had barely crested the horizon, yet the sect was already humming. It wasn't the usual disciplined bustle of cultivators exchanging techniques or sparring in shaded courtyards. This hum was heavier. Denser. It rolled like heat through stone walkways, lingered in the gazes that followed Lin Mu's every step.
They didn't whisper anymore.
They didn't need to.
He was the Jade-Faced Cuck.
His na ant nothing now. Only the title did.
So greeted him with mocking courtesy—faint bows, sly smiles, hands clasped with exaggerated grace. Others simply watched. Judging, curious, aroused.
A pair of inner sect disciples passed him near the stone koi pond. One muttered to the other:
"Think he tastes it differently depending on who it is?"
The other laughed. "He better know. Three cocks in and counting."
Lin Mu kept his face forward. He didn't slow. His cock twitched behind his robes, sha clinging to him like sweat.
As he approached the eastern courtyard, a group of junior female disciples turned toward him. They were gathered around a scroll nailed to the public petition board.
They stepped aside as he neared, barely concealing their giggles.
At first, he thought nothing of it.
Then he saw it.
The parchnt was wide, fresh. The ink still glistened in places.
At the top, in elegant brushwork: **"Applicants to Use Xue Lan"**
Below it, a neat grid:
- Na
- Cultivation Realm
- Cock Size
- Preferred Position
- Special Techniques
It wasn't signed.
But soone had tacked it to the board like it belonged there.
There were no nas yet. But the space waited. And so did the crowd.
Lin Mu's mouth was dry.
Behind him, a voice purred with amusent.
"She deserves to be worshipped properly, doesn't she?"
He turned. Xue Lan stood behind him, dressed in thin layered silks that whispered around her legs. Her hair was pinned high, skin still faintly glowing from the night before. The very air around her shimred with Qi.
And arousal.
She stepped close, laying her hand lightly on his chest.
"You know," she said, voice low, "I didn't put this up."
His heart beat faster.
"But I do think it's... useful."
She reached into her sleeve, pulled out a brush, and added her own flourish across the top of the parchnt:
**"All requests must be approved by my husband."**
Then she placed the brush in Lin Mu's hand.
Her smile was serene.
"You'll be the one cleaning up after them, after all."
The laughter ca instantly.
One disciple shouted, "Do we submit our asurents directly to him, or will he need to see it in person first?"
Another called out, "Will you be tasting each applicant before she accepts them, Jade-Faced Cuck?"
A tall, dark-haired female disciple stepped forward, smirking. Her eyes glinted with playful cruelty.
"My clan's Yin-Seed Technique lets grow a cock long enough to stretch any woman," she said. "If I used it on your wife and filled her to the brim... would you kneel and lick every drop out of her pussy for too?"
The crowd howled with laughter.
Lin Mu's throat tightened. His face burned. His cock throbbed behind his robes.
A junior disciple leaned into her friend and whispered—loud enough to be heard:
"He's already hard."
Soone else snickered, "He's probably imagining her doing it right now."
Xue Lan smiled.
But she said nothing to stop them.
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