Chapter 55: Naked, Hard, and Chosen
The moon hung high over the sect, casting silver threads across the rooftops and stone paths. Lin Mu walked slowly from Chi Jiao's pavilion, the red silk ribbon no longer in his hand. It had been accepted—gracefully, commandingly, irrevocably.
His heart beat steady, but every inch of his skin tingled with the aftermath of submission. His cock was still hard, twitching against his robes with every step. His lips still tasted faintly of shame.
He took the quieter path home, hoping to avoid the attention he knew was inevitable.
He didn't make it far.
Voices murmured from the shadows ahead, and when he turned the corner, five figures emerged. Tall. Broad. Familiar.
Wei Shen. Min Zhun. Tao Ning. Ma Rong. Zhou Lin.
All names from the scroll.
All men Xue Lan had not picked.
Wei Shen stepped forward first, arms folded, eyes glinting with mockery.
"Mu'er," he said, voice slick. "Running errands for your wife again?"
Tao Ning snorted. "Did Chi Jiao already rub it in? Or are you here to let us do it too?"