The room was quiet—but Lin Mu's chest thundered.
He stood at the foot of the bed as Jin Rui stripped off his outer robe, muscles rolling beneath his bronze skin. He didn't speak to Lin Mu. He only glanced down at him once, smirked, and said, "You'll want to stay close, husband. You wouldn't want to miss what your wife really sounds like."
Lin Mu said nothing.
He only lowered his eyes.
Xue Lan lay on the silken bed, her sheer lilac robe already loosened around her shoulders. Her long black hair spilled over the pillows, and her jade-like skin glowed under the lanterns. But what drew Jin Rui's eyes—and Lin Mu's—was how her body reacted.
Her breathing was already shallow. Her legs fidgeted. Her nipples, soft pink and stiff, peeked through the sheer fabric, begging to be touched.
She was ready.
Jin Rui climbed onto the bed behind her, kneeling between her spread thighs. He leaned forward, hands gripping her hips. His cock—thick, veined, heavy—slapped wetly against her ass. Lin Mu felt the shame rise like a tide in his throat. He dared to look up once and immediately regretted it.
He couldn't compare.
Not in length. Not in thickness. Not in anything.
Jin Rui lined himself up. Xue Lan bit her lip. And then—
He pushed in.
Her pussy parted slowly, lips stretched wide to take in the thick intruder. Lin Mu's eyes locked on the sight—on the way her slick folds wrapped tight around a cock far larger than his own, on how her body twitched as inch after inch disappeared inside her.
"Ah—!" she gasped, arching her back. "Heavens—he's… he's so deep—!"
Lin Mu flinched. That sound… she had never made that sound with him.
Jin Rui began to move—long, deep strokes at first, then faster. The bed rocked with each thrust, the heavy slap of skin on skin echoing through the chamber. Lin Mu remained on his knees at the edge of the bed, but every movement vibrated through the frame, through the floor, through his bones.
And she moaned.
Loud, shameless, helpless moans.
"F-fuck—yes—Jin—harder—ah! I'm gonna—!"
Jin Rui growled behind her. "That's what a real man does, little genius. You take notes?"
Lin Mu trembled.
His cock, small and soft beneath his robes, twitched. Then stiffened. It was the same every time—failure, shame, and then… arousal.
He didn't understand it. But he felt it.
The bed jerked again. Xue Lan was gripping the sheets now, her ass bouncing back against Jin Rui's thrusts, her breasts swaying violently with every impact. Her skin, once pristine, now bore red marks where he held her too hard, where his hips slapped against hers again and again.
Her pussy—he could see it every time Jin Rui pulled out slightly—was pink and swollen, stretched wide around that thick cock, slick with her own arousal and already leaking his pre-cum.
"She's gripping me so tight," Jin Rui groaned, thrusting harder. "No way that baby sword of yours ever got this deep."
Xue Lan's moans peaked, her voice ragged, overwhelmed.
"I—I'm—coming—!"
She screamed as she came, legs shaking violently, her body collapsing under the weight of her orgasm. Jin Rui kept going, chasing his own climax until he rammed deep and growled. Lin Mu watched as Xue Lan's pussy spasmed around that thick shaft, accepting the entire load as Jin Rui flooded her.
When he pulled out, his seed oozed from her gaping pussy, leaking down her thighs and staining the silk sheets. Her body was trembling, her chest heaving. Her nipples were flushed and wet, her thighs bruised and reddened.
She looked ravaged. Beautifully ruined.
Lin Mu stared at her body—the same body that had lain under him days ago, quiet and unresponsive. And now…
Jin Rui stood, wiping himself with a discarded cloth. He looked down at Lin Mu.
"Thanks for the warm-up, cuck," he said. "Maybe one day she'll let you lick me clean too."
He left without another word.
Lin Mu remained kneeling.
Xue Lan turned her head, eyes dazed, lips parted. She reached out weakly.
"Mu'er…"
He crawled forward, positioned himself between her legs, and without a word, began to clean her.
His tongue slid through her folds—licking up cum, sweat, and her own juices. He kissed the bruised thighs. Sucked gently at her clit to soothe it. He worshipped the ruin. Swallowed everything her body couldn't hold.
And as he did… his Qi trembled.
The Devouring Shame Sutra responded to his submission. His shame.
He hardened again.
Still useless.
Still inferior.
But growing stronger.
Through her moans.
Through his humiliation.
Through the seed of another man.