Lin Mu's lips trembled against her thigh.
His tongue, slow and precise, passed again over her folds—still open, still bearing the lingering taste of Jin Rui. The musk had faded slightly, diluted by time and earlier cleaning, but he could still feel it on his tongue. Thick. Slightly bitter. Not his.
Xue Lan reclined above him on a stack of jade cushions, robe discarded entirely now. Her body was flushed, radiant with a post-sex glow. One knee bent up, her thigh exposed to the cool air. Her breasts rose with each slow breath, nipples still stiff and faintly reddened from being sucked and pulled earlier.
She looked utterly satisfied.
And utterly untouchable.
"You've gotten better at this," she murmured. "I barely feel anything leaking now. Not even deep inside."
He didn't respond. Just licked again—slower this time.
She exhaled.
"Mu'er," she said softly, "do you remember the requests from earlier today?"
He hesitated.
Then nodded.
She smiled faintly. "You said you'd think about it."
"I did," he whispered.
"I think you should say yes," she said, tone casual—as if offering tea. "Even if they're not worthy."
His lips paused against her skin. "Why?"
She ran her fingers through his hair. "Because maybe it's not just Jin Rui's seed that strengthens you. Maybe it's… variety."
He blinked.
She went on.
"Different cultivations. Different bodies. Different energies. Maybe your Sutra wants contrast—not just strength."
He resumed licking, more slowly now—thoughtfully.
She bit her lower lip, not out of pleasure—but playfulness.
"One was a little younger," she said. "Not strong, but… eager. Curious."
Her voice dropped. "Would you watch if I let him fuck me? While you cleaned me between rounds?"
He moaned softly.
"I think your Qi would react to that," she continued. "A different rhythm. A new taste. Something strange… messy… new."
She shivered faintly as his tongue moved deeper.
"Maybe your next breakthrough needs the cum of a man you've never met."
He groaned, nearly collapsing forward into her.
"And if it doesn't?" he whispered. "If it dilutes my progress?"
"Then I'll find out which one works best," she said. "And I'll let him use me more."
Her hand caressed the top of his head.
"You want to grow, don't you?"
He nodded.
"Then say yes," she whispered.
He kissed her inner thigh.
And whispered: "I will."
She smiled.
"Good."