Chapter 41: The Cuck in the Courtyard
The stone pathway between the inner courtyards was quiet at first—lined with trimmed hedges, evening lanterns, and patches of violet moon-lilies that swayed in the breeze. But Lin Mu's footsteps sounded loud to him, too loud. Every step made the dried cum on his cheek tug slightly at his skin, and he didn't dare wipe it.
The taste of her still clung to his tongue.
The pressure in his cock hadn't faded. His robe brushed against the aching tip with every stride, and a fresh bead of precum smeared the silk with every movement. He tried to keep his head low.
But he wasn't invisible.
Three voices broke the quiet.
"Senior Lin?"
He froze.
Three junior female disciples stood a few paces ahead, gathered near the edge of a courtyard pool. Their uniforms were still bright and new, their expressions curious. They couldn't have joined more than a few weeks ago.
One stepped closer.
Her eyes narrowed.
"Is that... something on your face?"