The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 44: Jin Rui Takes What’s Left

The soft, honeyed atmosphere of the bedchamber had not yet faded when the door was thrust open, a gust of cooler air spilling across the heated room as Jin Rui stepped inside with the force of a storm barely held in check. His chest rose and fell in tight, controlled breaths, each one sharpened by jealousy, frustration, and arousal so intense it blurred into rage.

His gaze landed instantly on the bed.

And froze.

Xue Lan was still riding Zhao Wei.

She sat upon him with a lover's grace, her thighs wrapped around his hips, her spine a fluid curve of satisfaction. Her breasts pressed against his chest as her arms encircled his shoulders, her body undulating with slow, tender movements that whispered of affection more than urgency. Her eyes were half-lidded in serene pleasure. Her hips rocked forward and back in a rhythmic wave that sent wet, obscene squelches echoing through the stillness.

Zhao Wei lay beneath her, one hand stroking up and down her spine, the other resting gently on the curve of her ass. His expression was unreadable—calm, deep, as if they were sharing something far more than sex.

Lin Mu was kneeling at the threshold of the room. His head was bowed slightly, eyes wide and fixed on the scene before him, mouth parted, the taste of shame and the scent of sex thick on his tongue. His cock ached, leaking into the silk of his robe, but he dared not move.

Jin Rui took two heavy steps forward, fists clenched.

"You said you were ready for me."

His voice was rough, tight, hoarse with disbelief.

Xue Lan turned her head slowly.

"Oh," she said softly. "You're here."

Her voice wasn't dismissive. It was simply... uninterested. Her body continued to move, rotating her hips in slow circles atop Zhao Wei's cock, dragging a low groan from deep in his throat.

"You told me you were ready," Jin Rui repeated, his teeth clenched.

She leaned forward and kissed Zhao Wei again.

Then, with a gentle sigh, she lifted her hips.

Zhao Wei's cock slid from her with a thick, lewd sound, followed by a long, slow spill of white that drooled from her stretched, trembling cunt and clung to the lips as it spilled down her thighs.

"I was ready," she said, rising to her feet with quiet, powerful ease. "But I wasn't finished."

Each step she took across the room left a wet imprint of her toes in the floor. Her thighs glistened, slick with fresh trails of semen. She made no attempt to clean herself.

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She walked toward Jin Rui with unhurried confidence, her hips swaying, her flushed breasts bouncing gently with each step. Her nipples were still stiff, glistening with sweat, her skin glowing in the dim light.

She stopped in front of him and reached out, brushing her fingers down the center of his chest, over the tension in his robe.

"You're so hard already," she murmured. "Is that anger... or jealousy?"

He said nothing.

She reached for his belt and tugged the knot free with a flick of her wrist. His robe parted, and his cock sprang free—thick, veined, heavy with blood.

She wrapped one hand around the base, gave it a slow stroke.

"Still angry," she whispered. "Good."

Then she turned.

Walked back to the bed.

She climbed onto the mattress on all fours, her ass high in the air, thighs parted until her soaked, twitching pussy was fully exposed, gaping slightly, still oozing cum from the previous round.

"Come here," she said. "And fuck me like you think you still matter."

Jin Rui snarled, tore his robe away completely, and strode to the bed.

His cock slapped against his belly as he climbed up behind her.

He didn't hesitate.

He drove himself into her with a brutal, punishing thrust.

Xue Lan screamed.

Her body jolted, pushed forward by the force of the entry.

Her pussy squelched loudly as it stretched around his girth.

He gripped her hips tight, nails digging into the flesh, and began slamming into her with pure, frustrated dominance.

The bed groaned beneath them.

Her moans turned guttural, loud, sharp.

"Yes—yes—harder!" she cried. "Show me—show me I'm yours!"

But Lin Mu, from his place at the edge of the room, saw it clearly.

Her moans were wilder.

Her body responded to Jin Rui's cock.

But her heart?

Her heart had already been given.

And no matter how hard Jin Rui pounded into her—how deep, how rough—he could never reclaim what Zhao Wei had taken with slow strokes, quiet kisses, and whispered love.