The moon hung high over the sect, casting silver threads across the rooftops and stone paths. Lin Mu walked slowly from Chi Jiao's pavilion, the red silk ribbon no longer in his hand. It had been accepted—gracefully, commandingly, irrevocably.
His heart beat steady, but every inch of his skin tingled with the aftermath of submission. His cock was still hard, twitching against his robes with every step. His lips still tasted faintly of sha.
He took the quieter path ho, hoping to avoid the attention he knew was inevitable.
He didn't make it far.
Voices murmured from the shadows ahead, and when he turned the corner, five figures erged. Tall. Broad. Familiar.
Wei Shen. Min Zhun. Tao Ning. Ma Rong. Zhou Lin.
All nas from the scroll.
All n Xue Lan had not picked.
Wei Shen stepped forward first, arms folded, eyes glinting with mockery.
"Mu'er," he said, voice slick. "Running errands for your wife again?"
Tao Ning snorted. "Did Chi Jiao already rub it in? Or are you here to let us do it too?"
Lin Mu didn't answer. He bowed his head slightly and tried to walk past them.
A hand shot out. Grabbed his shoulder.
"Not so fast," Ma Rong said. "We heard you were the one reading the list now. The one whispering in her ear."
Zhou Lin stepped behind him, voice low. "That true? You telling her who gets to stretch her next?"
"I didn't pick," Lin Mu said quietly. "She chose."
Wei Shen stepped in front of him again. "You think we care who picked? She's still your wife. And we're still standing here hard, while you go ho to lick her pussy after soone else uses it."
The n circled him.
"Let's see what kind of man she cos ho to," one muttered.
Lin Mu didn't move.
He could've stopped them. He could've crushed them.
But he didn't.
Zhou Lin grabbed his sash. A hard pull. Silk tore.
The robe fell to the ground.
Gasps. Laughter.
Lin Mu stood there, fully erect, completely exposed.
"Four point six," Min Zhun chuckled. "That's the legendary length?"
Another voice joined in. "No wonder she needs a rotation."
Wei Shen circled him, eyes narrowing as if examining livestock.
"You walk around like a servant, and yet you're the strongest among us. You could end this. Right now."
"I know," Lin Mu said softly.
"Then why don't you?"
"Because this is my place."
The air shifted.
That was when Chi Jiao appeared.
She strode into the courtyard topless, her large breasts glistening with sweat, her robe tied low on her hips, the swell of her growing Yin-Seed cock clearly outlined beneath the fabric. Her steps were silent. Absolute.
The disciples stepped aside as if by instinct.
She looked down at Lin Mu's naked, erect body. Then at the discarded robe.
Then she smiled.
"I see they welcod you back properly."
No anger. No protection.
She walked past him, turned to face the others, and said simply:
"Xue Lan is mine now."
None of the disciples spoke.
"If anyone wants to challenge that—do it tomorrow. Otherwise, wait your turn."
She turned again, looked at Lin Mu, then down at his cock.
"You'll be hard until I'm done with her. And you'll still be hard while you clean after."
Then she walked away.
The n snickered.
One tossed his discarded sash to Lin Mu's feet. "Might want to cover up. Or not."
They dispersed, leaving him there—naked, erect, and utterly owned.
He didn't pick up the sash.
He walked the path ho bare.
Each step echoed through the cool night.
He passed disciples who stared openly—so gasped, so laughed.
One girl whispered to her friend, "That's Lin Mu. He's the Jade-Faced Cuck. Look—he's hard."
He didn't run. He didn't cover himself. He just walked.
Hard.
Exposed.
And deeply, painfully aroused.
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