Lin Mu's breath trembled as he pressed his face into her thighs. The scent of her—soft, sweet, and faintly salty—washed over him. Familiar, but not his. Not anymore.
She lay back on the bed, eyes half-lidded, one hand stroking his hair as he lowered his lips to her folds.
Her pussy was still open.
The outer lips, reddened from the night before, were puffy and sensitive. The entrance yawned slightly, a soft pink slit that no longer remembered his shape. Her clit peeked out above, untouched by him—still dull, unresponsive.
And deeper within, even now, he could see the pearly streaks of another man's seed, dried faintly at the corners and clinging stubbornly to the warmth just inside her.
She hadn't asked him to clean her again.
But he wanted to.
He needed to.
Lin Mu's tongue flicked gently along her lips. He licked upward slowly, tasting the mixture of faded sweat, her natural slickness, and the faint bitterness of the leftover cum. His tongue curled, dipping just slightly into her slit—and the texture changed immediately.
Slick. Tangy. Slightly sour.
He knew the taste. He had cleaned her the night before. But he had missed some. The way it clung deeper, near her cervix, was something he couldn't reach with his mouth—but the scent of it was there.
And it made his cock twitch.
He hated himself for it.
But the shame only made him harder.
He moved slower, kissing each fold as if apologizing with every motion. He licked with reverence, tongue pressing flat across her inner lips, circling her clit, flicking carefully against her folds to try and draw a gasp from her.
But her body didn't twitch.
Didn't moan.
Didn't even tense.
She ran her fingers gently through his hair. Not in pleasure. But in affection. Like petting a devoted dog.
He sucked gently on her clit, trying to stir it to life.
Still, nothing.
The only reaction was the occasional shift of her hips—an unconscious movement, not a reflex of pleasure. Her folds grew redder under his tongue, but not wetter. Her pussy didn't clench. Her thighs didn't tremble.
She was letting him try.
But her body wasn't reacting.
Not to him.
And that was the final truth.
She had been ruined. Stretched. Fucked open by a real man. By Jin Rui. By someone who had made her moan loud enough to shake the chamber walls.
And now…
Now, Lin Mu's mouth couldn't even make her gasp.
He pulled back slightly and looked up at her.
Her eyes met his. She smiled softly. Gently.
"I appreciate you, Mu'er," she said. "You're always so careful with me."
He nodded. Tears burned the corners of his eyes.
She stroked his cheek.
Then, gently: "You don't have to keep trying. I'm already… spent."
He lowered his head again.
And kissed her used, swollen pussy.
Not to please her.
But to own his place.
Not as her lover.
But as her cuckold.