Chapter 59: Prepared for the Futa’s Cock
The morning air hung soft and heavy, thick with the incense of plum blossoms and low-burning spirit oils. A slow wind curled through the inner courtyard, brushing over polished stone and rustling the crimson curtains that hung across the threshold of Xue Lan's private chamber. Inside, everything was silent—except for the subtle rhythm of water in a basin and the sound of a man's breath held tight in his chest.
Lin Mu knelt beside the steaming bath, his sleeves rolled to the elbows. The basin's surface shimmered with an alchemical oil blend—heated rosehip, gold-thread essence, and marrow-lotus. It clung to his hands as he moved them slowly, reverently, across Xue Lan's bare skin.
She reclined in the bath with her hair pinned up in a loose coil, steam curling around her shoulders and the upper swell of her breasts. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow, but her lips curled faintly with amusement.
"You're trembling, Mu'er," she said softly, not opening her eyes. "Are you that excited to see her again?"
"I—no, Lan'er. I'm just—"
"Nervous?" Her voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "Or is it because your cock's been hard since you woke up?"
He swallowed and focused on the task before him. The oil shimmered on her thighs as he slid his palms along their length. Her skin was soft. Perfect. Flushed from heat and touched with the faint pink glow of spiritual warmth. He reached for a silk cloth, dipped it in the basin, and ran it down her calves, over her ankles, between each toe.
"You've gotten so good at bathing me," she murmured. "Do you know why I trust you with this?"
He shook his head, not daring to look up.