The path was quieter now.
Lin Mu walked alone, utterly exposed, his naked body illuminated by the silver wash of moonlight that filtered through drifting clouds. The robe the disciples had stripped from him lay behind in so courtyard—forgotten. His cock still stood upright, pulsing and wet, swinging faintly with every step. His skin prickled with chill, but the heat inside him only grew. Every whisper he'd passed on the way still echoed in his skull. Every laugh, every lewd comnt.
And he did nothing to stop it.
His feet carried him forward, bare soles padding against cool stone, until he rounded a turn near the lesser disciple quarters. He intended to slip through the shadows. Avoid any more humiliation.
But then she stepped out.
A small figure in loose robes, erging from one of the side doors with a flushed face and ssy hair. Her height barely reached his chest—5'2 at most, and her pale skin shimred like polished ivory beneath the moon. Her cheeks glowed pink, and her lips were parted slightly, still catching her breath.
She looked up—and paused.
"Oh," she said simply.
Lin Mu stopped dead.
The girl blinked slowly, taking him in. Her eyes trailed from his feet, across his legs, to his cock—still stiff and twitching—and finally to his face.
"You're Lin Mu," she said, not quite a question.
She took a step closer. "The Jade-Faced Cuck?"
Lin Mu swallowed. Her voice was high and soft, innocent—barely more than a whisper. But she was already looking at him the way others had. Like he was sothing known. Sothing owned.
"I just got fucked," she said, tone casual, like she was telling him it had rained.
Her robe clung to her hips, pulled up on one side where a larger hand had clearly lifted it. Her inner thighs glistened. Cum was visibly leaking from between her swollen folds, trailing down both legs in thick, pale strings.
She brushed a finger across one sticky trail and held it up.
"He left a lot," she murmured. "Said he had to go before curfew."
She looked at her hand, then back at Lin Mu. "So now I'm dripping."
Lin Mu didn't speak. He couldn't.
Her robe hung loosely from her shoulders. As she tilted her head, the fabric fell back to reveal her chest—small, soft A-cup breasts topped with delicate pink nipples, both still hard. Her pale body was flushed with arousal, her chest rising and falling slowly. She wasn't trying to cover herself. She wasn't ashad.
She took another step forward, hips tilting.
"Do you want to clean ?" she asked, eyes wide and almost curious. "Like you clean your wife?"
She paused.
"Or do I need to be on her list first?"
Lin Mu's knees buckled.
He dropped down onto them, bare and shaking.
The girl smiled. Not cruelly. Not mockingly. But with quiet amusent.
"I won't tell," she whispered.
Then she lifted one foot and placed it on the raised path stone beside them, spreading her legs just enough. The moonlight illuminated everything—her slick, puffy lips, the soft folds parting slightly, the cum glistening like pearls in her pink heat. The scent of sex wafted over him like incense.
She leaned slightly forward. Her breasts swayed gently beneath her robe, and the shadows of her nipples brushed silk.
"You look hungry," she murmured.
Her fingers moved to her thighs, parting the trails of his seed left behind.
"I thought..." She hesitated. Then smiled again. "You might want to taste what's left."
She said nothing more.
And waited.
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