The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 17: Shame at Dusk

Cloudveil Pavilion shimmered under the rising moonlight. Crickets sang in the long grass, and the last warmth of the day clung to the jade tiles beneath Lin Mu's boots.

He waited near the far end of the reflecting pond, hands behind his back, posture straight—too straight.

His heart beat against his ribs.

His cock stirred beneath his robes.

He hated that it did.

He heard the footsteps first—measured, confident.

Yan Zhuo approached in pristine robes, the insignia of Ice Garden Peak bright against his chest. He wasn't a prodigy. Not by Jade Sect standards. Mid-core stage, average technique. But his walk carried the lazy confidence of a man who had already gotten what he wanted.

He bowed.

"Senior Brother Lin. You asked for me?"

Lin Mu nodded stiffly. "Walk with me."

They moved in silence for a few steps. Lin Mu's stomach churned. He tried to focus on his breathing.

In... out... steady...

But his body was betraying him. Each step made his cock throb slightly more. His robes brushed against it, too light, too stimulating. He fought to keep his face blank.

"I wanted to discuss your request," Lin Mu said finally.

Yan Zhuo didn't respond.

"I've decided... to approve it."

Yan Zhuo stopped walking.

Then slowly turned.

There was no fake humility in his expression. Only a rising gleam of victory.

"Truly?" he asked, voice smooth. "I wasn't sure if you'd have the courage."

Lin Mu's mouth went dry. "It's... her choice. But she's willing. So am I."

Yan Zhuo stepped closer. "I always admired her. Everyone did. But to actually... touch her. Fuck her. Hear her moan while her husband watches..."

His smile curled at the edge.

"It's more than I ever expected."

Lin Mu's jaw clenched.

He could feel himself hardening further.

Yan Zhuo noticed.

He looked down—right at the faint tent in Lin Mu's robes.

"You're hard, aren't you?"

Lin Mu flinched.

"I... it's not—"

"You're letting me take your wife," Yan Zhuo said. "And your body is thanking me for it."

Lin Mu turned away.

"I'll be there," he muttered. "In the room. Watching. Preparing her."

Yan Zhuo chuckled.

"Of course you will. That's your place now."

He circled slightly, coming to stand at Lin Mu's side.

"And after I'm finished with her? After she's stretched and full?"

"I'll... clean her," Lin Mu whispered.

"Good," Yan Zhuo said. "I wouldn't want to leave her messy."

The words hit harder than a sword.

Lin Mu's cock twitched.

His face burned.

And deep inside his dantian... the Sutra pulsed.

Yes. Submit. Feel it. Grow.

Yan Zhuo leaned in, his voice lower.

"I'm going to make her scream, Mu. You know that, right?"

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Lin Mu nodded.

"I'll make her beg. I'll fuck her like you never could."

"I know."

Yan Zhuo smiled wide. "And you'll kneel there, hard and helpless, while I do it."

Lin Mu's breath caught in his throat.

"I want her ready by tomorrow night," Yan Zhuo added. "Make sure she's stretched and oiled."

Lin Mu bowed his head.

"Yes... Senior Brother."

The title stung.

Yan Zhuo left him there, stiff, flushed, trembling with shame.

And rock hard.

The Sutra inside him whispered again.

And Lin Mu knew:

This was who he was becoming.