Chapter 25: He Who Kneels, Cleanses the Sacred Mess
Lin Mu moved forward on trembling limbs, knees sinking into the warmth of the sheets as he climbed between her legs.
The scent hit him first.
Raw. Bitter. Fresh.
His wife's pussy lay open before him, still twitching, visibly clenching around nothing, as if her body were begging for more even as it leaked everything she had just been filled with. Cum—thick, hot, and pungent—oozed from her stretched hole in slow, steady pulses, a glistening mess of white painting the inside of her thighs.
Lin Mu's breath hitched. His hands hovered just inches from her skin.
"Don't use your hands," Yan Zhuo said lazily behind him. "You don't need them to serve."
The words burned. Lin Mu nodded without turning.
He lowered his face.
Xue Lan's pussy was still open. Still glistening. Still filled with another man's seed. It ran in rivulets along the curve of her cunt, dripping into the folds he had once tried so hard to pleasure but never could.
Now they weren't his to pleasure.
Only to clean.