Xue Lan leaned on his shoulder as they walked back to their shared residence. Her steps were light, but uneven—her thighs brushed awkwardly, still tender from the night's use. Lin Mu said nothing. His hand supported her waist gently, guiding her over the stone path as if she might fall apart without him.
The silence between them wasn't tense.
It was raw.
She hadn't spoken much since Jin Rui finished inside her. Since Lin Mu had knelt between her thighs and cleaned her of another man's cum with his tongue. Since he had swallowed it without protest.
She hadn't stopped him.
She hadn't looked ashamed, either.
In fact… there had been a moment—brief, fleeting—where her fingers had curled into his hair, guiding his mouth softly. It hadn't lasted long. But he felt it.
He felt all of it.
And now, walking side by side, her scent still lingered—not hers alone, but the thick, musky trace of another man's seed that no amount of washing had yet removed.
His fingers twitched.
His cock, despite the shame curling deep in his gut, had already hardened three times on the walk home. Each time her hips shifted, he remembered how they looked bouncing under someone else.
When they reached the door, Xue Lan paused.
She turned to face him, eyes soft, guilt threading her features.
"I'm sorry you saw that," she whispered.
Lin Mu shook his head. "Don't be. I said you could. I… wanted you to feel something I couldn't give."
Her hand reached for his. She squeezed.
"You love me more than any man I've known."
"But you moaned louder for him than you've ever spoken to me," he said before he could stop himself.
Her face tensed.
Then slowly, she nodded.
"He filled me, Mu'er. I didn't know I could feel that full."
Lin Mu flinched. His cock pulsed in his robes.
She saw it. Her lips parted. Not in pity.
But something darker.
Curiosity.
"I think… I liked you there," she said. "Watching. After. It felt safe. Like you were still mine."
"I am," he said without hesitation.
She looked at him—long, searching.
Then leaned in, brushing her lips softly over his.
"Come to my bed tonight. I want to hold you."
He followed her inside. Not as a man returning from a victory.
But as a husband of the woman who had just learned what it meant to truly be fucked.