Chapter 43: She Was Still Making Love
Jin Rui's courtyard was quiet, but the air was charged.
Lin Mu approached with faltering steps, his body still damp from the humiliation, his robes clinging to his thighs. The streaks on his cheek had dried, but the scent remained—Zhao Wei's cum, Xue Lan's slick, the spit of his junior sisters. His cock was no longer hard, but raw. Sensitive. Shamed.
He paused at the gate.
Inside, he could already feel Jin Rui's presence—tension like a drawn bow, wrath waiting to be unleashed. Lin Mu stepped through.
Jin Rui stood shirtless in the center of the yard, his back slick with sweat from morning practice. His toned body glistened in the light, muscles tight and twitching. He was already hard.
He turned slowly.
Saw Lin Mu.
Saw the mess.
And his eyes narrowed.
"So," Jin Rui said, voice low. "She let Zhao Wei fuck her again."
Lin Mu nodded. His throat was tight.