The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 45: The Kiss She Waited For

Zhao Wei hadn't moved from the bed.

He lay back against the pillows, one arm resting across his chest, the other tracing lazy circles along the sheets soaked with his and Xue Lan's combined desire. His cock still glistened with the remnants of her, half-erect, twitching with the memory of the love they'd made. The soft heat of their previous intimacy still clung to his skin, an echo of sweat and shared breath.

But as Jin Rui's thrusts grew louder, harder, and more forceful—making the bed creak and Xue Lan's body jolt beneath the weight of every motion—Zhao Wei's gaze slowly shifted from the ceiling to the woman they both desired.

He sat up.

Not with urgency. Not with anger. But with the quiet confidence of a man who didn't need to fight for dominance—because he'd already won what mattered.

Jin Rui was behind her, hips slamming into her with brute rhythm, hands gripping her waist with the desperation of a man trying to claim what had already been surrendered elsewhere. Xue Lan's cries were raw now, louder, wilder—but different. There was no softness. No tenderness.

Just motion. Just sex.

Zhao Wei rose to his knees and stepped forward, across the edge of the bed, until he was level with her head. Her face was half-turned toward the mattress, strands of hair plastered to her cheeks, her mouth open in panting moans.

He crouched.

"Xue Lan," he said, voice low and steady.

Instantly, her head lifted.

The moment their eyes met, Jin Rui's thrusts faltered.

She blinked as though coming back to herself, the haze of pure physicality pausing under the weight of something heavier, more real.

Zhao Wei reached forward, his fingers curling under her chin.

She leaned up into his touch.

And then, without hesitation, he kissed her.

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Not a kiss of need.

A kiss of affirmation.

Of reminder.

Of ownership that wasn't forced, but given.

Her lips parted with a sigh as he pulled her forward, and she kissed him back—deeply, with abandon, with devotion. Her hands, braced on the mattress, trembled. Jin Rui's cock remained buried in her, but it was Zhao Wei's tongue she was chasing now.

The bed creaked beneath them. The scent of sex was thick in the air. Lin Mu could barely breathe, watching from his kneel near the door, his heart splitting further.

Zhao Wei's hand moved to the back of her neck, stroking her hair.

"Later," he whispered against her lips. "Rest when he's done."

She nodded.

And for the first time, tears filled her eyes—not from pain, not from exhaustion, but from the softness she felt being torn away again.

Zhao Wei stepped back, his touch lingering for one final second.

Then he turned and walked toward the door, naked, his body still gleaming with her.

Each step was unhurried.

Every line of his back, every muscle in his stride, oozed calm dominance.

He didn't need to look back.

Xue Lan was still watching him when he passed Lin Mu.

Their eyes met for a single second.

Zhao Wei didn't speak.

He didn't need to.

Lin Mu bowed his head.

Zhao Wei exited.

The door closed behind him.

Silence hung for half a breath.

Then Jin Rui moved again.

He let out a guttural snarl and pulled Xue Lan back against him with both hands.

His cock slammed forward once more, wetness splattering from her abused folds.

She moaned again—but it was different now. Softer. Dazed. She wasn't chasing pleasure.

She was mourning something that had just left the room.

Lin Mu knelt at the edge of the bed, unable to look away, as the man who loved her walked out...

...and the man who fucked her kept going.