She didn't wait for his permission.
As Lin Mu knelt before her, she raised her foot slightly higher, planting it firmly on the stone ledge and parting her thighs to show the full, messy extent of her used hole. The moonlight caught every glisten, every string of thick white seed slowly leaking out of her. It wasn't just a drip—it was a slow, heavy flow, pooling in the heat between her legs and painting her pale skin with warm, sticky trails.
He leaned forward.
His tongue met her thigh first, licking the highest streak of cum just above her knee. Salty. Viscous. Still warm from her body. He swallowed it without hesitation, the sound nearly silent in the still night.
She gasped. Not in surprise—but in pleasure.
"Ohhh… Gods, he really did leave a lot," she murmured, tilting her hips just slightly to make it easier for him. "You're licking it all…"
He continued.
Lapping slowly, reverently, along the outside of her leg. His hands held her steady, fingers brushing just under the curve of her ass as his mouth moved higher. The closer he got to her core, the stronger the scent—pussy, sweat, raw seed—and the harder his cock throbbed untouched beneath him.
His tongue reached the inside of her thigh.
Then her lips.
She gasped again, her small breasts shifting beneath her robe, nipples stiff from the cool air.
He dragged his tongue up the fold of her pussy, catching every creamy line along her slit, drawing it into his mouth, cleaning her slowly, deeply.
She moaned, breath soft and airy. "You're good at this… better than he was, honestly."
Lin Mu's mouth found her entrance.
There, just inside, more cum waited—thick and pooled. He pressed his tongue in gently, coaxing it out, letting it flow into his mouth. She clenched softly around him, her thighs trembling as he suckled and swallowed.
Her hand moved to his head.
She stroked his hair, guiding his rhythm like she might a favored pet.
"Don't miss any," she whispered, rocking her hips ever so slightly into his face. "Make sure it's clean. All of it."
He obeyed.
He didn't speak. Didn't moan. He just worked—tongue steady, licking and swallowing until nothing remained but her natural wetness.
She panted softly, satisfied.
Then she looked down at him with those wide, curious eyes.
"My name's Lian Yue," she said.
Lin Mu looked up, lips wet, chin glistening with her scent.
"Remember it."
She smiled. "I think I want to be on her scroll."
He blinked.
"Not for you," she added with a wink. "But if she lets men like that fuck me… and lets you clean me like this? I think I'd like that."
She reached down and cupped his cheek, brushing her thumb over his lower lip.
"Next time, bring a cloth for my breasts too."
Then she stepped back, adjusted her robe loosely, and turned away.
She didn't tie it.
She walked down the path with her thighs still glistening, hair swaying, hips relaxed.
Lin Mu stayed kneeling.
He watched her until she was gone.
Then, after a long moment, he stood.
And walked home.
His mouth still wet.
His cock still hard.
His name forgotten.
Only hers echoing in his mind.