The flicker of lanternlight danced along the walls as soft incense coiled through the air—warm, heady, tinged faintly with lotus and spice. The scent wasn't just for ambiance. It was an aphrodisiac blend Xue Lan had started using more frequently.
She sat back against the curve of jade pillows atop their bed, her legs parted and relaxed. Her robe had long since been discarded, and her hair was unbound, spilling over her shoulders in dark waves. Her breasts rose gently with each breath, nipples still flushed and stiff. Her body radiated heat—not from effort, but from anticipation.
Lin Mu knelt at the edge of the bed, stripped of his outer robe, lips still glistening from where he had been licking her. His face flushed with shame, his cock still hard beneath his thin underrobes, he waited silently for her instructions.
She looked down at him and smiled lazily.
"Come closer."
He did.
She lifted her left leg and placed her foot gently on his shoulder. Her inner thigh was slick, and the soft folds between her legs were already beginning to spread again, barely recovering from her earlier arousal.
"You'll need to start early tomorrow," she murmured, "if you want me fully ready for him."
Lin Mu swallowed. "What should I do?"
She leaned forward, trailing her fingers along her own abdomen, just above her pubic bone.
"Stretch me. Loosen me with your fingers. Use oil—just a touch at first. I want to feel it seep into me."
He nodded, head low.
"And your mouth," she added, voice softer now. "Start with that. Not just licking. I want you to kiss every part of me. Worship my body like you're offering me to a god."
"I am," he whispered.
She smiled, pleased.
"Massage my thighs. My hips. My lower back. You know how Jin Rui left marks here—" she turned slightly, baring the faint red shadows across her rear. "You'll need to relax the muscles first."
He nodded again.
"And afterward?" he asked. "When he's done?"
She reached down and took his chin gently between her fingers, lifting his face.
"You'll clean me," she said. "Slowly. Even if he spills inside me. Especially if he does."
He trembled. His cock twitched beneath his robes.
She didn't look away.
"If he fills me too deeply for you to reach, you'll wait until it drips out. You'll swallow everything he leaves behind."
Lin Mu moaned softly, his cheeks flushing red.
"And when I'm sore?" she asked.
"I'll bathe you," he said.
She nodded. "And?"
"I'll rub your feet. Your legs. Hold you until you fall asleep."
"And what will you feel, while he's inside me?"
He didn't answer at first.
She leaned in, her voice velvet.
"Say it."
"I'll feel… humiliated," he said quietly. "Ashamed. Useless."
"And hard."
His breath caught. "Yes."
She kissed his forehead gently.
"Good," she whispered. "Then let's begin practicing."
She lay back, spreading her legs further.
And Lin Mu crawled forward—servant to his wife's pleasure.
Servant to her future lover's legacy.