The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 42: Their Final Words

The second girl still stood behind him, watching the tremble in his legs.

The first girl wiped her finger on his robe, laughing softly.

"You really came. From just that."

He didn't move.

Couldn't.

His cock twitched again, still draining, the warmth seeping down his thigh beneath his soaked inner robes. His face burned. Not just with humiliation—but with arousal so intense he could hardly breathe.

The third girl bent forward, her lips near his ear.

"Do you like being laughed at?" she whispered. "You must. You just creamed yourself from a few fingers."

The second girl stepped around to face him.

"Do you even get to touch her anymore?"

He shook his head slowly.

They laughed.

"She gets fucked by men like Zhao Wei," the first girl said. "And you get hard when someone brushes your robe."

The third girl grabbed his chin.

"Open your mouth."

He hesitated.

She tightened her grip.

"Open it."

He did.

She spat.

A single wet glob landed on his tongue.

"Swallow."

He did.

The second girl smirked and leaned forward, licking his cheek where Zhao Wei's cum still clung faintly.

Then she spat too—into his mouth.

"Now you've been marked by us, too."

He knelt without meaning to. His knees gave out. His robe clung to his legs, cum still dripping beneath.

The first girl stood over him, chest rising beneath her outer robe. She pulled it open slightly.

"Have you even seen tits like these?" she said, pulling the fabric just far enough to expose one breast.

It was full, perfect, tipped with a hard pink nipple. She leaned forward.

"Touch it with your eyes, cuck."

He stared.

His cock twitched again.

He moaned.

The third girl giggled. "You're hopeless."

The second leaned down beside him.

"You know what the other disciples are saying, right?" she whispered. "That you're not her husband anymore. You're her house pet."

Lin Mu didn't respond.

His head hung low.

His cock throbbed again. He was hard. Again.

And the girls saw it.

They crowded him, surrounding him fully now.

"Should we make you cum a second time?" the first girl whispered.

He whimpered.

They didn't need his answer.

Lin Mu remained kneeling, his breath ragged, the scent of spit and humiliation clinging to his skin. His cock throbbed against the soaked silk of his inner robe—still painfully hard after everything they had just done to him. His thighs trembled, his lips glistened, and his eyes fluttered beneath the weight of their presence.

The junior disciples didn't move away.

The first one stepped closer, brushing his cheek again, slower this time.

"I wonder..." she murmured. "If you're so good at cleaning your wife after sex..."

The second girl tilted her head. "Do you clean *all* women this way?"

The third knelt in front of him, her face inches from his, lips curled into a smirk.

"What if *we* get fucked?" she asked. "Would you clean us up, too?"

Lin Mu blinked.

His lips parted.

"I—" he swallowed, voice tight. "I... would have to ask my wife."

They laughed.

The first girl leaned in and whispered, "So you need permission to lick pussy now?"

The second added, "Even when it's dripping with someone else's cum?"

He bowed his head.

"She—she decides," he murmured. "I belong to her."

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The third girl grinned.

"Good answer."

The second brushed her fingers beneath his jaw. "Then tell her we want a turn. We want to be used, filled, and then brought to her husband for cleanup."

Lin Mu nodded weakly, heart pounding.

"I'll tell her," he whispered.

The first girl cupped his face.

"And if she says yes, you'll kneel for us too?"

"I will."

She slapped his cheek—soft, more playful than cruel.

"Pathetic. You'll kneel to anyone who lets you taste a ruined cunt, won't you?"

He nodded again, cheeks burning.

They stepped back, satisfied.

"Go find Jin Rui," the third said. "Your wife's waiting to be fucked again. And we're done playing with you... for now."

Lin Mu stood slowly, robes clinging to his thighs. The shame weighed heavier than ever, but his cock was still twitching.

And he walked, breathless, soaked, humiliated.

To fetch the next man.