The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 46: Clean Me, My Heart

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Jin Rui's breathing turned ragged as his pace reached its peak.

He gripped Xue Lan's hips like they were the only anchor in a world gone mad, slamming into her with feral precision. His groans had lost all rhythm now, devolving into snarls of raw effort as his cock pulsed inside her, deeper and deeper with each brutal thrust.

Xue Lan's moans came in choked gasps—raw, broken, not delicate like they'd been with Zhao Wei, but primal and sharp. Her fingers clenched the bedding, body shuddering as her second climax tore through her, pushed forward by nothing but sheer, violent use.

And then he came.

Jin Rui let out a guttural roar, pulled her flush against him, and slammed deep inside. His cock twitched violently as thick ropes of cum erupted inside her. Her body jerked again, spasming from the force of being bred so completely. Cum spilled from her immediately, pouring out around his shaft before he'd even pulled free.

He let go of her hips with a rough grunt and collapsed beside her, breathing hard, chest rising like bellows.

But she didn't look at him.

She didn't praise him. Didn't kiss him. Didn't whisper.

She lay there in the aftershock, her thighs still twitching.

Then she turned her head.

Not toward the man who'd just filled her.

But toward the one kneeling in the corner.

Lin Mu.

His body was trembling. His hands were folded in his lap. His eyes never left her.

"Mu'er," she said softly.

He lifted his head at the sound of her voice—soothing, familiar, cruel and kind all at once.

She smiled.

"Come clean me, my love."

He didn't hesitate.

He crawled on hands and knees, reverently, as if approaching an altar.

The scent of sex grew thicker the closer he got—Zhao Wei's passion, Jin Rui's rage, and her own musk. The bed was soaked. Her thighs were sticky and glistening, her pussy a ruined, gaping mess that still pulsed and twitched from overstimulation.

She opened her legs wider for him.

Cum oozed from her swollen folds, thick and heavy, coating her ass, streaking her inner thighs.

"You're the only one who truly loves me," she whispered.

Lin Mu whimpered as his mouth met her skin.

He kissed the inside of her thigh first. Then licked the path of cum as it dripped lower.

Her scent drowned his senses.

He moaned softly, tongue dragging upward toward her abused folds.

He tasted her first—then them. The salt, the heat, the bittersweet blend of surrender.

And he licked.

He worshipped her with his tongue.

He dipped inside, collecting the excess that still leaked from deep within.

He pressed his lips to her clit—gently, adoringly—and she sighed.

Above him, her hand rested in his hair.

She stroked.

"You'll never fuck me like they do," she murmured. "You never could."

He whimpered, licking deeper.

"But that's why I love you more."

His whole body shivered.

Tears welled in his eyes.

But his mouth never stopped moving.

He cleaned her slowly, thoroughly, reverently.

Every drop, every trace, every inch.

When he was done, she looked down at him—eyes tender, mocking, full of affection.

"You're my husband, Mu'er. But they'll always use me better."

She cupped his cheek.

"And you'll always be the one who cleans me after."