Chapter 58: Training the Cuck for Tomorrow’s Cock
The path to their home felt longer than it ever had.
Lin Mu moved in slow, deliberate steps, the shame of the evening clinging to him like a second skin. The scent of Lian Yue still lingered on his breath—warm, fertile, thick with another man's essence. His lips tingled. His cock was still hard, bobbing faintly with each stride, a drip of precum trailing down the underside of his shaft with every step. He didn't bother to wipe it.
He had no right.
When he reached the residence, the outer lanterns had already been lowered. The glow from inside was soft, golden, casting long shadows through the papered windows. It was quiet—no sound of movement, no footsteps.
He didn't knock.
He dropped to his knees.
The cool stone pressed against his skin. He folded his hands into his lap, legs wide enough to let his cock hang visible and proud in its humiliating arousal. His mouth was dry. His throat tight.
The door slid open a few moments later.
Xue Lan stood framed in the warm light, barefoot, her silk robe tied loosely at the waist. Her hair was still damp from a bath, hanging down in soft, black waves. Her skin glowed—fresh, fragrant, untouched. She looked down at him, unmoving.
And then she inhaled.
Her nose twitched, just slightly.