The lantern's glow had dimmed. The scent of sweat and sex lingered faintly in the air.
Lin Mu sat with his back against the bedframe, robe parted at the waist, body trembling. His cock, small and stiff, stood awkwardly in the space between his legs. He had already failed to satisfy her—again—and now sat beside the woman he loved, the same woman who had moaned another man's name into the night.
He had been there.
He had watched Jin Rui take her—felt the bed quake beneath him as her screams of pleasure echoed across the chamber. He had seen her bounce, gasp, clench, and gush in ways she never had for him.
But now she leaned into him, soft and calm, her bare body flush against his.
And her hand reached for his cock again.
"You want to know what it felt like?" she whispered. "I know you saw it… but you want to know what it was like inside, don't you?"
Lin Mu didn't speak.
He just nodded.
Her fingers curled around his shaft—small, thin, and twitching with shame—and she began to stroke him slowly.
"You were there," she murmured. "You saw his cock. You saw how thick it was… how deep he went. But you didn't feel what I felt."
He groaned softly, her words coiling around his mind.
"When he first pushed into me… I thought I'd break. My pussy stretched so wide it hurt for a moment—but it was the kind of pain that makes your toes curl. The kind that makes you want more."
Her strokes grew slower, more teasing.
"You saw my face. But you didn't know what I was thinking. I wasn't just moaning—I was drowning. I couldn't believe how full I felt. Like he was reshaping me inside."
Lin Mu gasped—and came, helplessly.
She kept going.
"You saw him slam into me, but did you know how it felt when my insides clenched and milked him? He grunted, but I felt him throb. Spill. Gods, there was so much… so hot."
Her hand grew slick with his release—but she didn't stop.
He was already trembling. Already hard again.
"I could feel it all night," she continued softly. "Even when you were licking me clean… I could feel what he left behind. I liked feeling it inside me. Knowing he'd filled me."
Lin Mu's breath caught again.
And again… he came.
Thin, useless pulses.
She looked down at her hand, glistening with his mess.
Then leaned in.
"You came twice just from my words," she whispered. "But even both your loads together couldn't match how full I felt with one from him."
She kissed his cheek.
And stroked him once more.
"Want me to describe the second round?"