The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 61: His Hands, Her Shaft, Xue Lan’s Pleasure

The door slid shut behind them, muffling the whispers and laughter of the disciples outside.

Inside, the chamber was silent. Warm.

The scent of sandalwood and lotus oil lingered in the air, mingling with the faint, fresh trace of arousal that Lin Mu could already smell coming from the bed.

Xue Lan lay reclined on silken cushions, her robe open at the waist. Her legs were crossed elegantly, but the curve of her thigh revealed the sheen between them. Her eyes were focused entirely on Chi Jiao.

"Take off her robe," she said. Not to Chi Jiao.

To Lin Mu.

He turned, trembling, to the futanari who stood in the center of the room.

Chi Jiao's eyes bore into his. Her lips curled slightly.

"Go on, husband," she murmured. "Undress me."

He stepped forward and reached for the sash at her waist. His fingers were shaking, fumbling. She didn't help.

He untied it slowly, reverently.

Her robe loosened. Slipped from her shoulders.

Her breasts—round, full, heavy—emerged first. Her nipples were already hard, responding to the cool air of the room. Lin Mu's eyes didn't linger long. His gaze lowered, following the path of fabric as it slid down her sculpted abdomen.

And then he saw it.

Thick.

Heavy.

Hanging with weight and promise beneath her robes, her cock—still soft, but already thick with blood—rested against one thigh. Each vein was visible. Each twitch felt like a pulse of energy.

Lin Mu's cock jerked.

"Bigger than you thought?" Xue Lan asked from the bed, her voice soft and amused.

He couldn't answer.

"Stroke her," she said.

Chi Jiao stepped forward and sat at the edge of the bed, her legs spreading slightly.

Lin Mu knelt between them without being told.

He reached up with both hands, his palms trembling as they touched her shaft for the first time. It was warm. Alive.

Thicker than anything he'd ever held.

He squeezed gently, then began to stroke.

Chi Jiao inhaled sharply, her head tipping back slightly.

"Use oil," she said.

Lin Mu reached for the small flask beside the bed. He poured it across her cock, watching it run down the veined surface in golden rivulets. Then he resumed.

His strokes were slow, reverent. He held her base with one hand and dragged his oiled palm up and down with the other. Her cock responded with weight and heat, swelling quickly. Thickening. Rising.

Every breath she exhaled made his cock twitch.

"Faster," she said. "Grip tighter."

He obeyed.

"Look at your wife," Chi Jiao murmured.

He looked.

Xue Lan was watching from the bed, her hand between her legs, fingers parting the wetness there. Her breathing had quickened.

"She's getting wet watching you stroke the cock that's going to fuck her," Chi Jiao said.

Lin Mu moaned under his breath.

He kept stroking. Her cock was massive now—**long, girthy, impossibly full**. It curved slightly toward him with weight, and each upward stroke made her muscles twitch.

"Tell me what you're doing," Chi Jiao said.

"I'm stroking your cock... Mistress."

"Why?"

"To make you hard... to fuck my wife."

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"Say it again."

"To fuck my wife."

Drip.

More precum slid down Lin Mu's cock.

Chi Jiao reached down and brushed a finger over his lip.

"You're doing well," she said. "But don't think for a moment that you're needed for this. I'd fuck her just as well without you. But this way? It's more fun."

Xue Lan moaned at the words.

"Stroke her faster," she commanded. "Make her ready."

He did.

He worked her shaft with both hands now, twisting slightly, cupping her balls, licking his lips as the scent of her cock filled his nose.

Chi Jiao grunted. Her cock throbbed.

Fully hard.

Monstrous.

Lin Mu's hands trembled as they came to a halt at the base, holding her cock like an offering.

"She's ready," he whispered.

Xue Lan lay back, spreading her legs, glistening and open.

"Then bring her to me," she said.

And Lin Mu obeyed.