Chapter 28: Morning Worship
The sun was rising.
It touched the outer courtyard first, casting golden light across the stone tiles, then filtered through the silk curtains of Xue Lan's room. The scent of sweat, sex, and incense still clung to the warm air. The sheets were tangled, stained. Xue Lan lay sprawled atop them, nude, glowing in the morning light like a ruined empress—legs spread lazily, arms above her head, her full breasts rising and falling with slow, satisfied breaths.
Her pussy, still swollen and red from the night before, remained parted slightly—evidence of just how deep and hard she'd been used. Faint streaks of dried cum clung to the inside of her thighs, across her belly, and one smear remained glistening faintly on the curve of her left breast.
Lin Mu had not moved from his place.
He knelt at the foot of the bed, legs folded, his spine straight. His lips were wet. His face flushed. He hadn't slept—hadn't needed to. Not with the Sutra pulsing in his core.
He leaned forward slowly, reverently, and licked the inside of her thigh, just below the sticky curve where her sex still leaked remnants of Yan Zhuo's second load. The taste of her, mixed with the faint, bitter edge of another man's cum, coated his tongue.
He swallowed.
And the Devouring Shame Sutra reacted like lightning.
Qi surged through him. His meridians pulsed. His foundation trembled as the wall to the next stage cracked—his body shaken by the force of growth born not from combat, but submission.