The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 51: The Interviews Begin, the Cuck Strips

Xue Lan sat like a sovereign beneath the blooming peach tree, the pink blossoms casting soft light over her skin. She wore a tight-fitting robe of white and red, layered just enough to obey sect propriety—yet sheer enough to suggest what lay beneath. Her thighs were bare where the fabric parted, and when she shifted, even the sunlight paused.

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Beside her, Lin Mu stood stiffly, clutching a silk scroll in one hand and a red measuring cord in the other. His eyes were downcast. His robe was soaked with nervous sweat. And underneath it, his cock strained, helplessly hard.

The courtyard was full.

Inner Sect. Core Sect. Outer Sect. Elders were not present—but many would hear about this.

Xue Lan's voice rang clear.

"Today I will begin reviewing potential partners."

She turned her head, her voice dripping with warm amusement.

"My husband will assist with measurements. And comparison."

A wave of laughter moved through the crowd.

Then she raised her voice again, louder, purposeful.

"First, let us set the baseline."

Lin Mu looked up, confused.

Xue Lan gestured downward.

"Disrobe, Mu'er."

He hesitated. A breath. Then obeyed.

His robe fell to his ankles, leaving him fully naked before the crowd.

Gasps. Chuckles. A few groans of pity. His cock stood up—small, hard, flushed red with embarrassment.

Xue Lan waved him forward.

"Kneel. Measure yourself for the record."

Lin Mu lowered himself onto trembling knees. He brought the red cord around his cock, then used a ruler marked in sect-standard measurements.

He read the result aloud:

"Four point six inches... erect."

A pause. Then raucous laughter.

A voice shouted, "That's with the blood rushing to it?"

Another: "That's cute. Like a finger."

Xue Lan nodded, utterly serene.

"Thank you, Mu'er. Now we may begin."

"Wei Shen."

The tall Inner Sect disciple stepped forward confidently. His robe hung open, exposing a sculpted chest and thick arms veined with spiritual Qi. He had a cocky grin that barely concealed his eagerness.

He bowed to Xue Lan with a flourish. "Late Golden Core. Storm-Breath Dual Pulse. Ten-point-one inches."

"Use your hand," Xue Lan said.

Lin Mu knelt.

Wei Shen untied his robe fully, letting it fall. His cock was already semi-hard—heavy, curved, the kind of organ that drew gasps even from those who had seen cocks before.

Lin Mu's fingers reached out and gripped it at the base.

It was warm. Dense. It throbbed faintly in his palm.

He ran his fingers up, holding it firm to compare.

Then Xue Lan said, "Now stand beside him."

Lin Mu stood.

The contrast was brutal. Wei Shen's cock stood like a weapon—thick, long, proud. Lin Mu's was hard, but tiny in comparison. The laughter returned.

"Next."

"Chi Jiao."

The Yin-Seed user walked forward. She was tall, statuesque, with wide hips and narrow eyes that burned with amusement. Her robe hugged her breasts tightly.

She placed a hand to her core and activated her technique.

Qi swirled around her.

Her robe bulged—and then a massive cock pushed forward, tenting the silk until it lifted aside. Eleven inches, fully formed, already hard, pulsing with heat. It hung thick, veiny, and glistening with spiritual sheen.

Lin Mu knelt again. His hands reached out to hold her cock.

It was too thick for one hand.

He gripped it, measured it, swallowed hard. Then stood beside her.

It was even worse.

Her cock towered above his own. Her grin was merciless.

Min Zhun followed—leaner, sharp-eyed, his cock nearly nine and a half inches and thick.

Measured.

Compared.

And still, Lin Mu stood small.

Xue Lan's smile deepened with every comparison.

When it was done, she leaned to him and whispered:

"You'll help me pick, won't you, my little thing?"

His voice cracked. "Yes, Lan'er."

"Then you'll clean them well, when they're done inside me."