The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 58: Training the Cuck for Tomorrow’s Cock

The path to their home felt longer than it ever had.

Lin Mu moved in slow, deliberate steps, the shame of the evening clinging to him like a second skin. The scent of Lian Yue still lingered on his breath—warm, fertile, thick with another man's essence. His lips tingled. His cock was still hard, bobbing faintly with each stride, a drip of precum trailing down the underside of his shaft with every step. He didn't bother to wipe it.

He had no right.

When he reached the residence, the outer lanterns had already been lowered. The glow from inside was soft, golden, casting long shadows through the papered windows. It was quiet—no sound of movement, no footsteps.

He didn't knock.

He dropped to his knees.

The cool stone pressed against his skin. He folded his hands into his lap, legs wide enough to let his cock hang visible and proud in its humiliating arousal. His mouth was dry. His throat tight.

The door slid open a few moments later.

Xue Lan stood framed in the warm light, barefoot, her silk robe tied loosely at the waist. Her hair was still damp from a bath, hanging down in soft, black waves. Her skin glowed—fresh, fragrant, untouched. She looked down at him, unmoving.

And then she inhaled.

Her nose twitched, just slightly.

Her lips curled.

"You cleaned someone," she said.

He lowered his head farther, forehead nearly touching the ground.

"A junior disciple," he whispered. "She had just finished. She... asked me to."

Xue Lan didn't move.

"Freshly fucked?"

"Yes, Lan'er."

She crouched slowly, knees folding beneath her as she reached out and tilted his chin up with two fingers.

"Did she taste good?"

His breath caught.

"Yes."

Her thumb brushed the corner of his mouth, catching a faint smear of slickness.

"You missed a drop," she murmured. She brought it to her lips and licked it clean.

Lin Mu trembled.

"She told me her name," he said. "Lian Yue."

Xue Lan smiled faintly. "Pretty name."

She leaned in closer, close enough to smell the heat of his breath. Close enough to taste the faint musk still clinging to his tongue.

"You're learning," she whispered. "You didn't disobey. You didn't touch her beyond what was asked. You served. That's what you are."

He nodded.

"I'm sorry."

Xue Lan tilted her head.

"Sorry?" she asked. "You did exactly what I trained you to do."

She stood and turned, walking back inside with the grace of someone who never doubted she'd be followed. Lin Mu crawled behind her, entering the warmth of their chamber. He stayed low, on his hands and knees, until she gestured lazily toward the floor beside the bath platform.

"Sit," she said.

He knelt again, posture perfect.

She seated herself atop a cushion, robe falling open slightly at her thigh.

"Tell me," she said. "Exactly how she tasted."

His voice trembled as he spoke.

"Thick... strong. He left a lot in her. It was still warm. She was flushed. Her lips were... slick. Soft."

Xue Lan uncorked a bottle of oil and began to rub it slowly into her calves.

"She asked you?"

"Yes. She said she knew who I was."

"And what did you feel?"

"Shame. Obedience. Pleasure."

"And arousal."

He nodded.

She smirked. "Of course. You were leaking when you walked in."

She spread more oil across her thighs, deliberately slow.

"Chi Jiao arrives in the morning," she said, changing the subject without pause. "She wants me before lunch."

Lin Mu swallowed.

"You'll clean me before. And after."

"Of course, Lan'er."

She lay back against the cushion, spreading her legs slightly.

"And you'll help her," she added.

He blinked. "Help her?"

"You'll get her hard. Slowly. With your hand."

His cock pulsed.

"And when she's ready... you'll guide her cock into me yourself."

"Yes, Lan'er."

"Good," she murmured, eyes fluttering shut. "Now put your mouth where it belongs. Show me you're ready."

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Lin Mu crawled forward.

He didn't hesitate.

He pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh, kissing reverently. Then licking. Then sliding upward, parting her folds and tasting her slowly—without seed, without mess, just the raw flavor of her heat.

She sighed above him.

"Get used to this," she whispered. "Because tomorrow, when I moan—it won't be for you."

He moaned softly against her clit.

And she smiled.

Because she knew he loved it.