The Jade Faced Cuck-Chapter 33: The Main Husband, and the Real Ones

The bath chamber was filled with steam and silence.

The polished stone floor shimmered with condensation. Petals of cloud lotus floated in the surface of the tub, releasing a subtle, heady fragrance. Lin Mu knelt beside the water, shirtless, sleeves rolled, as he poured the last of the sacred oil into the heat.

Xue Lan slid into the bath with a sigh.

Her body disappeared beneath the surface, but not before Lin Mu caught one last glimpse of the curve of her breasts, the faint parting of her thighs, and the way her glistening cunt still showed signs of her last use.

He bowed his head.

The bath water lapped softly against the sides of the tub. Steam curled around her cheeks, painting her skin in a damp glow. Her hair floated on the surface like silk. She looked like a divine figure in repose, skin flushed from warmth and sexual afterglow.

"More heat," she murmured.

He nodded, reaching to adjust the spirit stone beneath the basin. The water pulsed with fresh warmth. A gentle scent of amber blossom rose with the next wave of steam.

Xue Lan closed her eyes, let her head fall back. The line of her throat was long and bare. Her chest rose and fell slowly, nipples just breaching the water's surface. Her legs shifted beneath, parting slightly with the comfort of the temperature.

Lin Mu's cock twitched. He stayed kneeling.

"You're quiet tonight," she said suddenly.

"I'm preparing you," he whispered.

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She opened one eye, then both. She studied him for a long moment.

"Tell me something, Mu'er."

"Yes, Lan'er?"

She shifted, the water rippling as her legs moved beneath the surface. One knee lifted just enough to break the surface, skin gleaming.

"How would you feel... if I made a harem of my own?"

His breath caught. She hadn't even raised her voice, but the effect was immediate.

Her voice was casual, almost playful.

"You'd still be the main husband, of course," she continued. "But I've been thinking... men like Jin Rui. Like Zhao Wei. Men who *fuck me well*, who make me cum so hard my legs shake... they deserve a title, don't you think?"

Lin Mu stared at the water.

"Title?" he asked, his voice brittle.

She smiled.

"Husband. Consort. Something fitting. They'd be mine. Loyal. Used. Rewarded. They'd know their place. So would you."

"I..." he tried to speak, but the words caught.

She leaned forward, arms resting on the edge of the tub, her wet breasts rising just above the surface. Beads of water clung to her nipples.

"Would it humiliate you?" she asked softly.

He nodded, lips trembling.

Her smile widened.

"Would it arouse you?"

He moaned.

The Sutra pulsed in his core.

"You'd still be the first I see each day. The one who bathes me. Oils me. Worships me. But the others..." Her voice dropped to a purr. "The ones who make me scream. Who stretch my pussy until I forget your name. They'd be by my side too."

Lin Mu's eyes watered.

"Would you give them rooms? Robes?"

She nodded. "Silk robes. Matching symbols. Their own space in our bed."

His cock throbbed painfully.

"You'd kneel for them too, wouldn't you?"

He didn't answer with words.

He bowed lower.

Xue Lan dipped her hand into the water and slid two fingers down her belly, parting her folds underwater.

"I want you to prepare a record," she said. "Of every man who uses me. His name. His size. How I moan for him. How my body responds. Who fucks me best."

"Yes," Lin Mu whispered.

"And I want you to remember how your tiny little cock twitches just from thinking about them."

He sobbed—but it was a sound of lust.

She leaned forward again, kissed his forehead.

"Good husband," she whispered. "Now get the towel. I want to be dried. Then oiled. Then dressed in nothing but silk."

She paused.

"And when Zhao Wei arrives... you will kneel again."