Chapter 61: His Hands, Her Shaft, Xue Lan’s Pleasure
The door slid shut behind them, muffling the whispers and laughter of the disciples outside.
Inside, the chamber was silent. Warm.
The scent of sandalwood and lotus oil lingered in the air, mingling with the faint, fresh trace of arousal that Lin Mu could already smell coming from the bed.
Xue Lan lay reclined on silken cushions, her robe open at the waist. Her legs were crossed elegantly, but the curve of her thigh revealed the sheen between them. Her eyes were focused entirely on Chi Jiao.
"Take off her robe," she said. Not to Chi Jiao.
To Lin Mu.
He turned, trembling, to the futanari who stood in the center of the room.
Chi Jiao's eyes bore into his. Her lips curled slightly.
"Go on, husband," she murmured. "Undress me."
He stepped forward and reached for the sash at her waist. His fingers were shaking, fumbling. She didn't help.
He untied it slowly, reverently.