Chapter 54: He Asked Her to Fuck His Wife
Xue Lan reclined across the silk-draped bedding like a deity resting between rituals. Her robe was gone, tossed to the floor hours ago, and her skin still shimmered faintly from the aftermath of Lin Mu's mouth. Her thighs bore the drying traces of what he had licked so reverently, her nipples still stiff from the teasing aftermath of climax.
The room smelled of sweat, incense, and shame. A low-burning spirit lamp cast a golden glow over the curves of her body, turning her into a figure half-dreamed, half-devoured.
Lin Mu knelt beside the bed, posture perfect, trembling. His mouth still tasted of her. His chin was slick. His cock remained stiff and untouched, bobbing with each subtle breath. The only sounds were the occasional flutter of night wind against the window and the slow rhythm of his pulse pounding in his ears.
"You pleased me tonight, Mu'er," Xue Lan said, her voice silk over a blade. She reached out and brushed a strand of his damp hair aside with lazy affection. "And so you've earned a task."
Lin Mu looked up, eyes wide. "Anything, Lan'er."
Her lips curved into a smile that was half affection, half cruel amusement.
"Go to Chi Jiao."
His breath caught. He didn't move.
"She's the one I want next," she said, voice calm, decisive. "You'll tell her."
His heart thudded once, hard. "Tell her...?"
"That she's been chosen."