【Spirit Maiden】

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A woman's tears can be a weapon of seduction, or a sublimation of romance. A woman who is willing to shed tears for you

is either your deepest love or your most intense hatred.

The experience I'm about to recount happened several years ago during a trip, and it all feels like a dream.

That summer, I was backpacking alone across mainland China, enduring countless hardships, preparing for a 36-

hour bus ride across the Tanggula Mountains…

On the way down the mountain, the bus suddenly lost control and crashed into the mountainside. The thirty-odd people on board

were terrified , but thankfully no one was seriously injured.

It was 3 a.m. I found a flat patch of grass, away from the crowd, and lay down to wait for dawn.

Suddenly, an arm touched me. I pushed hard, and the person cried out. It was a young girl; her left hand

was injured , and I had pushed too hard, causing her wound to bleed.

"Ouch, it hurts! Please bandage my wound quickly, okay?" the girl said to me in broken Mandarin.

"But I don't have any gauze," I said, feeling quite lost.

"Use my silk scarf," the girl said, untying a silk scarf from her neck.

As I bandaged her wound, I smelled her body odor.

Suddenly, the girl hugged me and kissed me.

I was caught off guard and tried to push her away.

The girl made some strange movements; she wiped away her tears with her fingers and then put them in my mouth.

Caught off guard , I licked her tears—salty, sour, and bitter.

The girl said, "Once you've tasted my tears, you'll be my man."

I didn't dare speak too loudly, afraid of disturbing others, so I whispered, "Who said that? There's no such rule in my hometown!"

The girl said, "But there is in my hometown!"

I asked, "Where is your hometown?"

The girl said, "In a small town in Tibet, a little place you've never heard of."

I struggled, and the girl put her tongue into my mouth, then grasped my genitals with her hand. Slowly, she removed her clothes, quickly

becoming half-naked, revealing a pair of breasts.

Beneath the girl's layers of clothing was a tender, pink body. I gently touched her nipple; she flinched

, then leaned forward, pressing her nipple tightly against my face.

I felt very hot, sweating profusely. The girl removed my clothes and then pressed her finger against my glans.

“I’m a virgin. Some monks are looking for a spiritual child, and I’m afraid they’ll find me, so I’ve been running away.”

“What’s wrong with being a spiritual child? You can inherit their mantle.”

“No, because I’m not a boy. If they find me, they’ll force me to have spiritual intercourse with them every day.”

“Spiritual intercourse? What’s that?” I asked in Mandarin.

“It’s basically sexual intercourse, just a nicer way of saying it.”

“If you’re afraid of sexual intercourse, why do you want to do that with me?”

“I want to lose my virginity so they can never find me again.”

The girl moved her body, pressing my glans against her eyes, rubbing it incessantly.

I asked, "Why am I rubbing my things against your eyes?"

The girl replied, "I'm baptizing you with my tears." "

Baptism? Is it a baptism before sexual intercourse?"

"It's a baptism before spiritual intercourse, to cleanse your genitals of impurities and to give your glans strength."

"You're the filthy one! I'm still a virgin, much cleaner than you; at least I shower every day."

The girl said, "We Tibetans don't bathe. We offer our body odor completely to the first

man we're intimate with."

I've heard that Tibetans only bathe three times in their lives: at birth, at marriage, and at death.

The girl said to me, "Use your tongue to give me a thorough bath, okay?"

I caressed her breasts with both hands, then moved down to her slender waist, and then to her rounded buttocks.

The girl said, "Let's start kissing here!"

I was as if bewitched, completely obeying her instructions, my tongue swirling and licking between her buttocks. I smelled

a fresh, fleshy fragrance, sweet and sour. The

girl seemed to sense my thoughts and asked, "Isn't it very sweet?"

I nodded and said, "Why does it taste like yogurt?"

The girl replied, "That's because we drink goat's milk and butter tea."

Tibet is full of mystery, and I never imagined Tibetan girls would be so mysterious. I kissed her inch by inch, feeling the different flavors of every part of

her body .

I could smell, lick, and feel: her breasts smelled of goat's milk, her lips of vanilla, her labia of lemon… As I

“showered” her, the girl caressed my body with her hands and lips, especially my throbbing

penis .

We embraced, changing positions repeatedly. When we reached the 69 position, I couldn't help but clamp

her head between my legs, and she responded in kind, her strong thighs clamping around me. I licked her pubic hair until it was

completely wet.

My tongue began to penetrate, parting the girl's red and tender labia, and then slipping into her vagina.

I didn't want to break her hymen, so I moved in gently, almost imperceptibly.

Then, the girl whispered to me, “A little harder, go in without worry!”

So I went in again, until my entire tongue was inside.

I tasted a wondrous flavor, more delicious than anything I had ever eaten. The girl also put my penis in her mouth,

circling the glans with her tongue.

We were both already aroused, so we returned to the normal position, ready to intercourse. I touched

my genitals and was shocked. How had it become so big and long? More than a third longer than before.

The girl smiled and said, "Strange, isn't it? The tears of Tibetan girls are truly wondrous, especially those of lamas."

I was filled with doubt and asked, "Can we begin intercourse?"

The girl nodded, and we truly intercoursed.

She was indeed different from others. My penis was half again as large as a normal man's, and her thin, narrow hole was like

a magnetic field, attracting my penis and sucking it in bit by bit.

The girl said, "You don't need to move, I'll do everything."

I asked in surprise, "You said you were a virgin, how do you know how to make love!"

The girl replied, "I am a spirit woman, our union is not only physical, but also spiritual."

I didn't understand what she was saying, I just felt her continuously engulfing my lower body until she was completely inside, after which she

held me tightly.

At the time, I was still a virgin, but having watched so many adult films, I knew that sex involved thrusting and

pounding.

Just as I was about to make a move, the girl said, "Don't move, we're having spiritual intercourse, we don't need to do anything except my

physical body."

Hearing her say that, I only thought about her body: her wet, slippery pubic hair, her soft, delicate nipples, her

high, erect buttocks, her sweet, delicious labia, her fragrant little mouth…

We held each other tightly, motionless and silent. I could only hear the absolute silence, occasionally broken by the rustling of

grass .

But, in the silence, I felt a strange sensation in my lower body. It felt

as if several worms were biting me inside the girl's vagina.

Gradually, I felt hundreds of tiny worms biting my penis simultaneously.

My entire penis was itchy and tingling from the bites, and I desperately wanted to pull it out.

The girl looked at me and smiled. I felt the worms coursing through my body with my blood. I couldn't bear

the ant-biting sensation all over my body, so I started rubbing my skin against hers.

The girl also began scratching my body with her fingers, which felt incredibly good.

At this moment, I felt a strange sensation in my lower body, the feeling of a man's orgasm during ejaculation, but it continued for

ten minutes without stopping.

I couldn't help but ask, "Isn't it harmful to my health to ejaculate continuously for so long?"

The girl smiled and said, "You didn't ejaculate."

I said, "I clearly did ejaculate."

The girl said, "Spiritual intercourse doesn't require ejaculation; you'll still experience orgasm."

I began to understand, to feel the difference between spiritual intercourse and ordinary intercourse. I felt

millions of erotic insects dancing and singing inside my body, leaping and bouncing, resonating with every cell and every blood vessel.

I felt incredibly pleasurable, so happy I wanted to scream, but I was afraid of being heard, so I held back, held back.

I don't know how much time passed, but dawn gradually broke. The girl said, "Enough! You've stolen my spirit. My

spirit will follow you for all eternity."

Daylight broke, and I saw the girl's face clearly. She was incredibly cute; I never imagined she was just a thirteen or

fourteen-year-old girl.

"Sir, thank you!"

"You thank me? Why?"

"You've stolen my spirit. I no longer have the light of a spiritual child, and no one will bother me anymore."

Upon arriving in Lhasa, the girl waved goodbye to me.

Usually so carefree, I was surprisingly fussy this time.

I said to her, "May I go with you to your hometown to visit your family?"

The girl happily replied, "Great! Let's go together."

After four days and four nights, we arrived at her hometown. During those four days, we had sexual intercourse every night. After

much practice, we could achieve a pleasure similar to masturbation simply by looking into each other's eyes, without needing to remove our clothes.

When we arrived at her house, I was shocked again. She had a twin sister who looked exactly like her, even their voices

were somewhat similar.

The girl said to me, "My name is Da Wa, and hers is Xiao Wa. I was born three minutes before her. We are connected at heart

. My feelings are her feelings. When I'm intimate with you, she senses it too. We both have orgasms."

I found this unbelievable and asked an interesting question: "Are you a spirit child? Is she?"

The girl pondered for a while but didn't answer.

I asked again, "I took your virginity, and who did she give it to?"

The girl said, "It's all you. When you make love to me, you're making love to her at the same time."

"Then tonight?..." I actually made a bold request.

The little girl looked at me as if she had known me for a long time and said, "I've been waiting for you for many days, and you've

finally come."

That night, I thought I would be sharing a bed with the little girl, but it turned out the older girl and the younger girl had come together. The three of us shared a room and

a bed. Her parents had clearly arranged this intentionally, and even instructed me, "You're from out of town, so you'd better treat our two

precious daughters well!"

The older girl held my left side, and the little girl held my right. They helped me remove my upper garments, but not my

pants. Then, two tongues attacked me simultaneously, like well-trained hunting dogs, using their mouths and noses incessantly

, and in perfect coordination.

The older girl kissed my lips, and the younger girl kissed my earlobe; the older girl kissed my left breast, and the younger girl kissed my right ear.

But they didn't remove my pants. Did they not want to have sex tonight?

Everything about me was controlled by them. The two girls, once naked, looked exactly alike, their bodies just as

delicate. The only way to distinguish them was by the scent emanating from their genitals—completely different.

I took a deep sniff of one of their genitals and asked, "Are you the older one?"

I then sniffed the younger one, memorizing the scent.

The younger one said, "While smelling can tell us apart, the best way is to lick with your tongue."

Without hesitation, I immediately stuck out my tongue and inserted it into both of their vaginas.

I tasted two different flavors: one sweet with less sourness, the other sour with less sweetness.

The difference was even more pronounced when the vaginal fluids flowed out.

Suddenly, the younger one hugged me tightly from the front, the older one behind, and the three of us formed a delicious sandwich.

The older child said, "We're starting spiritual intercourse."

I said, "But I haven't taken my pants off yet!"

The younger child said, "No need."

The older child continued, "You don't understand what spiritual intercourse is. Tonight we're going to have a higher level of intercourse,

without physical contact."

The three of us just held each other tightly, without saying a word. Three minutes later, we both reached orgasm simultaneously.

This was the first time in my life that I had reached orgasm without sexual contact, and the orgasm lasted for

over an hour.

The next day, I was having breakfast with her parents when they suddenly said to me, "You two are destined to be together; please save

them!"

I didn't know what they wanted to say, so I just stared at them silently.

The mother said, "Sir, you're from Hong Kong, right?" I nodded.

"Can you take the two children and bring them to Hong Kong?"

My thoughts raced, and I said, "If you want to go to Hong Kong, you must apply for entry!"

The father said, "There's not enough time. They've already found us here. Someone will come to pick them up in two days."

"Who? Who's coming to take them?" I asked.

"Lamas! A group of lamas. They say my daughter is a spirit child and they want to take her away," the mother said.

The two children, one on each side, grabbed my arms and said, "Please take us with you!"

I don't know how I reacted, because I knew I couldn't possibly take them back to Hong Kong.

My mother said, "Even if you don't go to Hong Kong, you can take them to Nepal or India instead."

I was completely entangled with them, leaving me no choice, because they had packed their bags and were

coming with me when I left.

Passing through Shigatse, the two girls, being playful and competitive, insisted on watching a sky burial. Before dawn, they dragged me

up the mountain to watch the sky burial master peel the skin off the corpse and watch the hawk devour it completely.

After the sky burial master and the crowd dispersed, only the three of us remained on the mountaintop.

I asked, "Why aren't we leaving yet?"

The older child said, "We're going to have a grand spectacle here!"

I was puzzled, "Here?"

The younger child said, "Yes, the world is our home, and the hawks are our friends."

The younger child let out a strange cry towards the sky, and soon two or three hawks flew over. The older and younger children

stretched out their arms and asked me to imitate their strange movements. The hawks pecked at their bodies, apparently undressing them.

Soon, the older and younger children were completely naked, as if their clothes had been peeled away layer by layer.

The sun shone from behind, seemingly piercing through their bodies, making them glow white. Many

hawks perched on their arms, making them look like two saints.

The little girl said to me, "Take off your clothes and lie down."

I did as she instructed, lying naked on the grass, facing the sky. The little girl made a strange sound to the hawks, then

pointed at my genitals. The hawks seemed to understand what she was saying, and they all flew over to attack my penis.

I was terrified, but dared not move. The hawks seemed to have a mind of their own; although they kept pecking at my genitals, each peck

was perfectly timed , causing no harm whatsoever. I felt incredibly comfortable, especially when the glans was pecked; each peck

sent a sharp, tingling sensation to my brain.

With each peck, my buttocks bounced. The older and younger children watched and laughed, and I felt extremely embarrassed.

I said , "Don't laugh at me!"

The older child said, "We're not laughing at you, we just think it's funny. Look! Your little bird is pointing to the sky, it's about to fly out."

I said, "Quickly tell the hawk to fly away!"

The younger child whistled, and the hawk landed on her. The older and younger children stretched out their arms, as if nailed to

an invisible frame, and the hawk kept pecking at their snow-white, flawless bodies.

The older child swayed her slender waist, her round, white buttocks twisting with her hips, so moving, so beautiful.

The younger child slowly knelt down, then crawled on all fours, letting the hawk peck at her two high, erect buttocks.

It was so moving that I couldn't help but masturbate, cupping my genitals.

It was such a waste to masturbate in such a romantic setting; I should join them, exchange

hearts and flesh with them.

I couldn't resist the temptation and pounced on them, kissing the little girl's buttocks and the older girl's breasts. The two girls chased away the hawks

, leaving the three of us kissing and caressing each other in the sunlight.

This time was completely different from before; they seemed like different people, kissing so passionately and swaying

their bodies so wantonly.

Just moments ago, they were two thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls; it was unbelievable how they had suddenly become adults, and

such mature women at that.

I felt overwhelmed. One king and two queens seemed romantic on the surface, but in reality, it was so strenuous and difficult

to manage ; I felt a bit clumsy.

Fortunately, they knew how to "take care" of themselves. The older child moved her hands to the younger child's body and carefully stroked her

genitals.

I saw the older child insert two fingers directly into the younger child's body, and the younger child seemed quite absorbed and enjoying it. I saw the younger child

take something out of her clothes and put it in her mouth, chewing it like gum.

After chewing for a while, the younger child spat out the "gum" and inserted it into the older child's genitals.

I asked, "What is that? What's it used for?"

"This thing expands and deforms inside the vagina, it's even more powerful than a real penis!"

I said, "What kind of sorcery is this?"

The older child said, "It's not sorcery, it's a traditional Tibetan sexual technique passed down through generations."

I was skeptical; I had never heard of such a thing before, but since she told me, I decided to believe her for now.

I continued, "Why only insert it into the older child's vagina? What about the younger one?"

The younger child replied, "I'm saving my vagina for you. Are you just going to watch the battle today and not participate yourself?"

I suddenly realized, looking at my own hands, still rubbing and smoothing my penis, and a little bit of thin,

white fluid had come out! I felt a little ashamed. Why was I so stupid? I was the protagonist, yet I acted like

a spectator!

I put aside my penis, hugged the younger child, ran my fingers through her soft, smooth pubic hair, and then tried to insert

my penis .

The little boy held my hands down: "Don't move, we need to make this more exciting."

The little boy whistled softly, and a small hawk swooped down, caught my hard, erect penis in its beak, and then

inserted it into the little boy's body.

At first, I was a little scared; the feeling of having my genitals caught by a hawk was unforgettable. Every second I worried about being

castrated; my heart was pounding, my blood was rushing, as if it wanted to burst from my vas deferens.

Only after my precious thing was completely inside the little boy's body did I calm down.

The little boy said, "Unleash your manly power! I'm waiting for you."

I asked, "What? Aren't we having spiritual intercourse? Can't we reach orgasm without moving or speaking?"

The little girl said, "Don't just have spiritual intercourse all the time. I want to experience the charm of Hong Kong men, like Leslie Cheung and Chow Yun-fat.

Can you give me that?"

I said, "I heard Leslie Cheung likes men!"

The little girl said, "I don't care! I've already imagined you as Leslie Cheung."

I hummed a few lines of Leslie Cheung's songs, and she was indeed very engrossed. I started shaking my hips, and the shaking became more and more vigorous. The little girl even started singing Leslie Cheung's "Monica," and she sang it so lewdly, the tempo of the song changing

with my shaking . I felt that the more I thrust, the more responsive she became. I touched her and found that her genitals were completely wet, and her vaginal fluids were constantly flowing out. I touched her hands, and the little girl said, "Put it in your mouth!" I said, "You want me to eat your juices?" She nodded and said, "I want to see you suck your own fingers." I said, "Pshaw! What's so interesting about a man sucking his fingers?" She said, "I want you to eat it like I eat your sausage, and you have to put in the effort." So, I did as she said and performed for her to watch. She was very satisfied and reached orgasm. When I was about to ejaculate, the little girl pulled my penis out, gave it to her sister to enjoy for a while, and then returned it to her body to ejaculate. That day, we both reached orgasm simultaneously. In the afternoon, we continued our journey to Zhangmu, where we prepared to cross the border into Nepal. At this tense moment, a group of lamas arrived. After speaking with the customs officials, they tried to take the two children away. I was at a loss. The older child looked at me with helpless eyes. I knew that at that moment, no one but me could save them. I made a decision and said to the lamas, "I want to go back with you." The lamas discussed it for a while and then nodded in agreement. We traveled for several days and returned to Lhasa. The lamas took the two children to the Potala Palace. I didn't know what would happen . After waiting for a while, the head lama came out to see me. "Comrade from Hong Kong, go back! This is a matter for us Tibetans." I was very agitated and shouted, "What do you intend to do with them?" "Comrade, they are our children. Of course, we will treat them well," the head lama said with a kind face. "You take turns having spiritual intercourse with them, don't you?" "Spiritual intercourse? I've never heard of that." "Will you rape them?" " Hahaha! What a joke! What kind of place is this? Do you know if monks would do such a thing?" "I know you would!" " Who said that?" " The older and younger children told me themselves!" " Those two children are so pitiful; they must have been terrified by their parents." " That's what their parents said," I immediately replied. "Their parents have been taken to the hospital." "What happened?" I asked. "They're mentally ill, always talking nonsense, and they even told the older and younger children random things." I began to feel confused. Were the older and younger children's parents really mentally ill? I changed the subject, saying, "What will you do with the two girls?" The lama said, "We won't confine them; we just want them to cultivate themselves properly." I said, "I've never heard of female lamas! You're trying to fool me!" "Monks don't lie, Hong Kong comrade. Do you think Lamaism is an evil cult? We won't force them to do anything . They can stay at home and live normal lives. We'll send masters to teach them." "Really!" the head lama smiled. I said, "I want to see them." "Go to their house again in three days, okay?" the head lama said. Three days later, I went to find them, and they had indeed returned home. I asked, "How is it? Did they...?" The eldest child said, "They won't do anything to us. We are spirit maidens, and they will respect us in everything." I said, "Then why did you tell me they would force you to have sex?" The younger child said, "We were just kidding!" The eldest child added, "We know that to cultivate, we can't have sex with men, so we lied to you." I was completely bewildered: "Then what do you plan to do?" "Cultivate sincerely, and you will instantly become a Buddha," the eldest child said. I was relieved: "Okay, I'm leaving now." The little girl said, "Before we go, can we have one last spiritual union?" "Spiritual union? There's no such thing as spiritual union! You're trying to fool me!" The older girl said, "I invented that term. Whatever makes you happy!" We had another passionate encounter at her house. The older and younger girls seemed particularly unrestrained, their demands especially high. After I ejaculated once to each of them, they still wanted more. The little girl said, "Rest a while, then come again. Please, this is our last night. After you leave, we will focus on our spiritual practice." This was the most frequent day of my life. Many years have passed, and I often have the urge to revisit Tibet. I don't know if Tibetans really have "spirit women," because I've consulted many reference books, but found nothing. Perhaps it's all a hoax, or perhaps the two children, like their parents, are mentally ill. But one thing is certain: this really happened; it wasn't a dream. Even now, I often try to have sex with my wife through "spiritual intercourse." But every time, she says, "What's wrong with you! Are you crazy?" I've made up my mind; I must go to Tibet again.  -end-

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