Xue Lan reclined across the bed in the dim light of their private chamber, her robe undone and draped beneath her like water-stained silk. Her legs were folded beneath her, thighs soft and parted just enough for Lin Mu to see the faint outline of her still-wet folds beneath.
She had bathed after her night with Jin Rui—but not thoroughly. Lin Mu had noticed. He had cleaned her carefully the night before, but so of it remained. A glisten near her entrance. A faint, musky scent that didn't belong to him.
And it lingered.
Just like the mory of the sounds she'd made. The ones Lin Mu had never earned.
She was open to him now. Offering him a chance. Not out of need—but love.
That made it worse.
He stripped quietly, heart pounding as he stood bare before her. His cock—fully hard, yet small and narrow, barely the size of two fingers—stood awkwardly in the space between his trembling thighs.
Xue Lan's gaze shifted downward.
She said nothing.
But her silence said everything.
He climbed onto the bed. Hovered over her. Kissed her neck, her collarbone, her breasts—nervously, lovingly. Her nipples were soft pink, slightly swollen, but didn't tighten beneath his tongue. She smiled and let him try.
"Are you sure?" he asked, whispering against her ear.
"I am," she replied. "But only if you want to."
He nodded.
Positioned himself.
Her legs opened further, revealing her bare, jade-colored pussy—beautiful, reddened around the edges, visibly stretched and loose from the previous night. Her inner lips were still slightly parted, tender and glossy. Even in the dim light, he saw it—the subtle shimr of leftover seed that had clung deep inside her.
He pressed his tip to her entrance.
And slipped in.
Too easily.
No friction. No resistance. No response.
He pushed in all the way—what little there was of him—and held there.
Xue Lan blinked. Her brows knit gently.
"...You're inside?"
He nodded. Barely able to breathe.
She tilted her hips slightly. Still nothing.
"It's so... different," she said, her voice soft, unsure. "I don't feel... full at all."
Lin Mu felt the sha rise like bile.
She looked up at him, searching his face. "Last night... I could feel him stretch . Every inch. Like I was being opened from the inside. But now it's like... like you're not even there."
The words shouldn't have aroused him.
But they did.
His cock twitched inside her—and he ca.
Without warning. Without buildup.
Just a weak pulse and a stifled gasp.
A pathetic spill of seed deep inside the already used, already satisfied body of his wife.
She blinked again.
"...You ca?"
He nodded slowly, frozen in place.
She exhaled.
"It's not your fault, Mu'er. You tried. But I think... you're just not made for this."
He pulled out.
His cock, wet with failure, shrank quickly.
Her folds, once again, gaped open slightly. A thin stream of his watery cum trickled out and mixed with the ghost of Jin Rui's from before.
He stared.
Then lowered his head between her thighs.
"I'll clean you," he whispered. "And I'll try to make you cum... properly."
She looked at him gently. Then parted her legs again.
"Alright," she said. "But only if you really want to."
He kissed her thigh.
And lowered his tongue to the folds he could never truly claim.
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