Chapter 49: Petitions for the Jade-Faced Cuck’s Wife
The sun had barely crested the horizon, yet the sect was already humming. It wasn't the usual disciplined bustle of cultivators exchanging techniques or sparring in shaded courtyards. This hum was heavier. Denser. It rolled like heat through stone walkways, lingered in the gazes that followed Lin Mu's every step.
They didn't whisper anymore.
They didn't need to.
He was the Jade-Faced Cuck.
His name meant nothing now. Only the title did.
Some greeted him with mocking courtesy—faint bows, sly smiles, hands clasped with exaggerated grace. Others simply watched. Judging, curious, aroused.
A pair of inner sect disciples passed him near the stone koi pond. One muttered to the other:
"Think he tastes it differently depending on who it is?"
The other laughed. "He better know. Three cocks in and counting."
Lin Mu kept his face forward. He didn't slow. His cock twitched behind his robes, shame clinging to him like sweat.
As he approached the eastern courtyard, a group of junior female disciples turned toward him. They were gathered around a scroll nailed to the public petition board.