The Flower Monk of the Joyful Cave preaches the Zen Sutra

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Master Ni's wife had died early, leaving behind a young daughter, beautiful with bright eyes and white teeth, and fair skin, possessing a captivating beauty. One day, she fell ill and became bedridden. Master Ni sought out renowned doctors everywhere, but none could diagnose her condition. Three months passed, and the little girl's breath grew weak, as if she would soon die.

One day, a monk practicing medicine arrived. Everyone praised his superb medical skills, saying his medicine cured her instantly. Master Ni paid him a large sum of money, but the monk said, "I heal the sick and save lives not for fame or fortune, but only for food and drink."

Master Ni was greatly surprised. "Why would a monk eat meat and drink wine?"

he asked. The monk replied, "What is Buddha? Buddha is not without desires; without desires, there is no Buddha. Buddha is one who desires little and gives much. If I can give you what you most desire, my small desires are also satisfied. This is enlightenment and Buddhahood."

Master Ni was deeply astonished and quickly took the monk to his daughter's side. The monk examined her complexion, carefully took her pulse, and prescribed several medicines. The wealthy man hurriedly ordered the medicine to be prepared according to the prescription and slowly fed it to his daughter. As soon as the medicine entered her stomach, the little girl's breathing became even, and her complexion became rosy. The next day, she was able to open her eyes and was conscious, but she could not speak, and her legs were numb,

preventing her from getting out of bed. The wealthy man hosted a banquet for the monks. After the monks had eaten and drunk their fill, they got up to leave. The wealthy man bowed and pleaded with them, but the monks said, "My daughter's illness lies in her heart; we do not know the cause, and can only alleviate it."

The wealthy man pondered for a while, closed the door, and, with a look of shame, quietly told them the truth. It turned out that because his beloved wife had died early, he had spoiled his daughter excessively. His daughter was precociously beautiful; before she was ten, she had her first menstruation. Fearing that she might develop romantic feelings and corrupt the family, he strictly guarded her and forbade her from going out. Unexpectedly, despite his best efforts, one day he happened to see a young pageboy and his daughter hiding naked behind the study, touching and kissing each other. The wealthy man then chased the pageboy away and strictly guarded his daughter, never expecting that this would cause her illness. "Family scandals should not be aired in public," the monk said, "I beg the master for guidance."

The monk replied, "There is a method, but I fear the wealthy man will not allow it." The wealthy man said,

"As long as my daughter's life can be saved and she regains her vitality, she will be at your disposal."

The monk then said, "Enter my monastery and receive medicinal treatment."

The wealthy man's expression changed, and he asked the monk where he lived and how long it would take for his daughter to recover.

The monk said, "Heaven is her roof, earth is her bed. She must recuperate in peace and quiet. Her resting place must not be revealed to outsiders. Her recovery will take anywhere from one to ten years. If you wish to save her life, you must first relinquish worldly desires."

The wealthy man kept the monk for a few more days, and after much deliberation, though reluctant, he decided to entrust his daughter to the monk.

So, the wealthy man prepared medicine, rice porridge, wine, meat, and a basket as requested by the monk. At the time of parting, Ni Yuanwai wept bitterly, and his daughter sobbed. The monk said, "What does parting matter? What does life and death matter? Life is but a dream, all things are but emptiness." He carried the little girl in a basket, slung his travel bag over his shoulder, and left the Ni residence.

On the first day of their journey, the little girl only cried. The monk walked very fast, but not on the proper path, and the further they went, the more deserted the place became. At dusk, the monk stopped at a desolate, deserted temple. The monk ate meat and drank wine, fed the little girl some porridge, and then brewed some medicine for her. The little girl coughed up phlegm and cried out, "I want to go home! Where are you taking me?"

The monk said, "Your father sent me to cure your inner demons. Just listen to me," and then ignored her and went to sleep.

The next day, the monk told the little girl that they had to walk quickly today, and to pat him on the back if anything happened. The monk then walked briskly. At noon, the little girl cried and patted the monk. The monk quickly stopped, and the little girl, blushing, said she needed to urinate. The monk unzipped her pants, held her in his arms, squatted down, and spread her bare legs, placing them on his lap.

He said, "Let nature take its course; small things are easy."

The young girl, her face flushed and tears streaming down her face, stubbornly endured the pain, cursing, "How can you be so shameless, monk?" She tried to struggle, but her upper limbs were held by the monk, and her lower limbs were powerless.

The monk then stroked the girl's fair thighs, parted her pink labia, and pressed his fingers against her urethra.

The girl couldn't hold it in, and urine gushed out along the monk's fingers. After that, the monk even touched inside, saying, "Indeed, you're a virgin. Your lustful nature is too deep. You must be deflowered. Only by using lust to fight lust can you be saved." The girl continued to cry, so the monk didn't help her put on her pants and continued onward.

It wasn't until evening that they entered a small temple. The monk ate some meat, fed the girl some porridge, carried her to a straw mat, spread her legs, parted her labia, and poured some wine into her. The girl writhed from the spiciness, but her lower limbs were immobile. She cried, "You damned fake monk!" The monk ignored her and began to greedily lick and rub her clitoris with his tongue. The girl initially resisted, but later, her face flushed with excitement, she moaned softly. The sweetness of her vaginal fluid diluted the taste of the wine.

The monk laughed, "What a wanton little slut! Don't rush, the most poisonous medicine needs poison to cure it, and lust needs lust to cure it. Desire is not your fault; who is born a saint?"

The girl blushed and said softly, "You're so naughty." The monk then protected the girl and fell asleep.

On the third day, the monk got up very early, dressed the girl, put her in his basket, and started walking quickly again. At noon, the girl patted the monk again, saying she needed to defecate. The monk unzipped her pants, had her hug him, held her back to his chest, squatted down, placed her legs on his lap, and spread her two snow-white buttocks to expose her anus. Seeing that she didn't move for a while, the monk inserted his fingers into her anus. She moaned softly and trembled, and defecation came out in a trickle. Afterward, the monk continued running forward without stopping.

As evening fell, they arrived at a secluded cave. The monk led her inside. The cave was deep, and the sound of water could be faintly heard inside. At the deepest part of the cave, candles illuminated several stone statues depicting sexual acts. In the center of the statues was a beautiful woman sitting naked and cross-legged on a monk's lap, with the inscription "No desire, no Buddha; no Buddha, no desire" above her.

The monk carried the girl to a stone bed covered with a straw mat and said, "You suffer from lust. You are born with a seductive nature; without lust, your mind is not at peace, your blood and qi are stagnant, and your menstruation is irregular. I will cure you. This is the sacred site of Tantric Buddhism, the Cave of Bliss. I will guide you to practice authentic Bliss Meditation."

The monk bent down and kissed the girl's lips. The girl obediently accepted. Her outer garment and bodice were slowly removed, revealing a pair of plump, white, bamboo shoot-shaped breasts. At the tips of the two peaks, two small, still-developing pink areolas, two soft, bean-like nipples gradually swelled and hardened like purple grapes under the skillful pinching, squeezing, pulling, and flicking of the monk's five fingers, eagerly awaiting someone to taste them. "

So wet already," the monk thought, touching the girl's genitals. "Indeed, she has a natural lustful nature." He then continued to stimulate the girl's already swollen and engorged clitoris with his hands. The girl's eyes glazed over, saliva dripping from her mouth. His skilled touch caused her inexperienced vulva to spasm and spurt out fluid.

When the climax ended, the girl gasped, seemingly saying, "Master, I want more." The monk then took off his clothes, picked up the girl, and opened his mouth to suckle at her engorged breasts, his mouth pounding against the prominent nipples. His lower body rubbed against her buttocks, and glistening vaginal fluid flowed down her drooping white legs. The monk parted her labia with his lower body, struck her clitoris a few times, and then thrust. The girl tensed, trembled, and kicked in pain, but her lower body regained movement. She closed her eyes, squeezed out tears, bit her lip, and managed to suppress a cry. "

So tight." The monk slapped the girl's buttocks, then withdrew and placed her back on the stone bed. "That's enough for today."

The monk fetched some cool, clear water from the cave, took a towel, washed himself first, and then used it to wash the girl's entire body. The brief pain subsided, but lust returned. The young woman gave a seductive look, hooking her arms around the monk's neck and her legs around his waist. The monk lay beside her, caressing her newly deflowered body.

The next morning, the monk told the young woman, "You are born with a seductive nature, your lustful desires are hard to sever. From now on, you are my disciple. We will meditate together, devote ourselves to the Dharma, and cleanse our minds of distracting thoughts."

The female disciple whispered, "I understand."

The monk led his disciple, and the female disciple followed him to a life-sized, naked Guanyin statue. Guanyin was meditating intently, and upon closer inspection, a small vase was completely inserted into her private parts.

The female disciple's face was as beautiful as a peach blossom. The monk said this was for cultivating the body and eliminating desires. He told her to clear her mind and follow his instructions, which would temporarily rid her of desires. The female disciple sat cross-legged in meditation. The monk took down a vase, about five centimeters long, and had her silently recite Buddhist scriptures with him. He slowly inserted half the length of the vase into her lower body, saying, "I'm going to beg for alms. You meditate and recite

scriptures with focus." The female disciple blushed and nodded in agreement. That evening, the monk returned with enough grains for a week. The female disciple lay on the ground, using the vase to thrust in and out of herself, leaving a puddle of vaginal fluid on the ground. The monk picked up the vase, now half-filled with her own fluids, and carried her to the stone bed. The female disciple whispered lewdly, spread her legs, and said, "Master, I've missed you so much."

The monk said, "I told you to cultivate your mind and eliminate desires, but you are burning with lust." He immediately had his disciple lie down and chant scriptures, then washed her genitals with some cool water. After about half an hour, the disciple's lust was completely extinguished. The two ate some porridge and then slept together.

The next day, the monk led his disciple to the central meditating statue and had her sit cross-legged on his lap like the woman in the statue. The female disciple did as he was told, and felt a hard object pressing against her vulva, sometimes rubbing and sometimes bumping against it. Her face flushed.

The monk silently chanted in her ear, "This is the seated Buddha of Abstinence from Lust, the first level of Joyful Meditation. Remember, Joyful Meditation requires restraint of desires, not indulgence." As he spoke, he used both hands to pull her firm breasts together from under her armpits, and then began to perform his Five-Finger Divine Skill. Once upon a time, there was a dissolute young man who married a woman of unparalleled beauty and insatiable lust. The two indulged in sensual pleasures day and night, becoming addicted to their lovemaking. Eventually, the man ruined his health. In a dream, he saw a monk meditating facing a wall, and he suddenly realized his error, becoming a monk himself. His wife, though lustful, was chaste. She found her husband meditating in the mountains and sat on his lap. He remained unmoved, his lap undisturbed. Gradually, she too restrained her desires, and both attained enlightenment and became Buddhas. As the saying goes, becoming a Buddha is not difficult; it is simply a matter of controlling desires.

The female disciple, after enduring for a while, collapsed into the monk's arms. The monk straightened her, silently chanting Buddhist scriptures, and held her smooth, unbound foot, repeatedly writing the precepts and forbearance on the sole. Finally, after a long meditation session until the afternoon, the female disciple, weak, said, "I need to urinate; I have no strength in my lower body. Master, help me." The monk then squatted down, spread her legs, and placed them on his lap. The female disciple then began to urinate, drop by drop. The female disciple couldn't finish dripping for a while, so she asked her master for help. The monk then parted her wet labia with his hand and inserted his fingers. The female disciple swayed her legs, and urine and vaginal fluid shot out along the monk's fingers. The two practiced in front of this statue for over a month. During this time, the monk begged for alms twice. With the master's help, the female disciple relieved her desires by urinating and defecating, and was able to sit steadily for a whole day of meditation with the monk. Afterward, the monk took the female disciple to meditate in front of several other stone statues. The stone monks all sat in the same meditative posture, but the women's postures changed, becoming increasingly provocative—details omitted. After practicing for several more months, the monk and disciple had mastered all the seated Buddha postures in the series. The female disciple's pink breasts grew larger and more erect in the monk's hands each day. Her nipples, once the size of red beans, became pink and juicy cherries. Her areolas became increasingly sensitive; whenever they were caressed, they would radiate outwards, her breasts appearing as if veiled in pink, her two pert breasts resembling two ripe peaches, incredibly alluring.

That night, the monk dressed the female disciple in a bodice that could no longer cover her breasts, brewed a bowl of medicine for her to drink, and then had her lie down. He then lay on top of her, licking and biting her labia and clitoris. The female disciple hadn't experienced such stimulation in a long time, and couldn't help but drool. She pulled her breasts out of the bodice and rubbed them incessantly, moaning softly, panting, and whimpering, "Master, I want you." Her vaginal fluids gushed out with each opening and closing of her labia. The monk removed the female disciple's bodice, picked her up, picked up a ripe peach, and put the fully red tip into his mouth, gently biting it. The smooth nipple touched his warm throat, further stimulating the girl's desire. The girl wrapped her arms and legs around the monk, and he bent down, his lower body thrusting into her buttocks, parting her labia and striking her clitoris, penetrating deeply. The girl kicked her legs in pain, and the monk took advantage of the situation, pulling back and thrusting again. After a dozen or so vigorous thrusts, the girl began to adapt, twisting her waist and relaxing the slippery flesh inside her vagina, following the monk's movements. After a few dozen more thrusts, the monk felt he had had enough and carried the female disciple to bed. The female disciple felt a burning heat in her lower body; although her desire was still burning, her body was exhausted, and she soon fell asleep in the monk's arms.

The next day, the female disciple felt her breasts sag heavily and swell intensely. As she stepped off the stone bed, her breasts jerked, and clear, white droplets of fluid oozed from her nipples. The monk beside her licked the fluid, then began to work on her breasts, suckling at the areolas. The female disciple felt an unbearable pleasure, and her lower body became wet again. After the monk finished, her breasts became erect again, and he praised the delicious taste of the colostrum.

The monk led the female disciple to an unfamiliar stone statue. There, she saw a beautiful woman breastfeeding a monk. The monk said, "This Buddha is called the Buddha of Abstinence from Food and Drink, the second level of Joyful Meditation." He continued, "In ancient times, there was an ascetic monk who traveled the world spreading Buddhism. One day, he collapsed from exhaustion and hunger. At that moment, a young woman who had just given birth came and used her breast milk to summon the ascetic monk. In the end, both men attained enlightenment and became Buddhas." The monk had his female disciple lie on a straw mat in front of the Buddha statue, told her to close her eyes, and said that the milk from the first seven days was the essence of heaven and earth and should not be wasted. He then pinched one of her nipples and dripped a drop of hot pine resin into her open nipple. The female disciple arched her back and let out a soft moan. The monk suckled on that nipple for a long time, then pinched the second one, dripped a drop of pine resin, and sucked on it for a long time as well. Then he helped her up, had her sit upright, and chant sutras before going to beg for alms. The female disciple's mind was filled with the feeling of the oil dripping onto her nipple—first a sharp pain, then an extremely pleasant sense of ease, and before she knew it, her vagina had opened again.

Her breasts slowly sagged, and by evening they were swollen and red. After the monk returned, he took out an embroidery needle, pinched the nipple, and pricked it in the delicate milk duct. The female disciple trembled with pain. Once he finished, slightly reddish white milk flowed out, and the monk quickly suckled it… Thanks to his superb medical skills, the monk brought back a lot of fine food that day. For the next two weeks, the monk provided the female disciple with good food and drink every day, while he held her and meditated, nursing her when she was hungry. The female disciple's nipples became red and swollen, so the monk moistened them with cool water at night. In this way, the female disciple's breasts did not become enlarged and swollen. Under the monk's massage and nursing care, they became fuller but more perky, more elastic, and more sensitive. Milk was no longer secreted involuntarily, maintaining a proper weight to prevent sagging. Whenever the monk wanted, he could always satisfy his hunger and thirst.

This is the union of Buddhas, the third level of joyful meditation. The female disciple, her breasts trembling with vitality, followed the monk to another Buddha statue. It depicted a solemn, reclining monk embracing a woman. The monk then lay down on the low stone bed before the statue, letting his delicate disciple sleep on top of him. Holding her close, he whispered, "Long ago, there was a highly accomplished monk who meditated facing a wall for ten years. A wealthy man from the area wanted to invite him to lecture on Buddhist scriptures, but the monk remained unmoved. The wealthy man, furious, devised a scheme. He found a beautiful virgin and, in the dead of winter, made her naked alone with the monk in a meditation room." The girl shivered from the cold, so the monk took off his clothes and gave them to her to wear. He then sat naked in meditation. The girl was grateful and wanted to lean on the monk, but he told her to meditate quietly. Because of the cold weather, the monk collapsed to the ground after a day. The girl, out of respect, fell in love with him. She opened her clothes and pressed her skin against the monk's cold body, her small hands caressing his cold penis. She slowly inserted it into her vagina. The warmth of her virgin blood melted the monk's frozen heart, causing him to suddenly awaken. Due to the extreme stimulation, the monk's penis suddenly swelled up and filled the girl's tight vulva, reaching the deepest part of her. The girl trembled all over. Their union was not based on lust but on mutual respect for life. They both attained enlightenment. The monk continued to tell stories while slowly inserting his penis into the female disciple's tight, tender vagina. The female disciple was captivated by the story and did not realize it at first. When the story ended, she felt that most of her lower body was filled, and she couldn't help but twist her waist, releasing vaginal fluid. The monk thrust a few times, quickly reaching his head. He then parted the female disciple's labia, tightly enveloping her testicles, and told her this was called "union meditation," requiring the practitioner to maintain this position for several days. The tip of the monk's penis rubbed against the tender flesh of the female disciple's cervix with each breath, causing her to uncontrollably become wet. For the next few days, the female disciple's feet never touched the ground; the two were glued together, seemingly one. They mainly slept on a stone bed. Whenever the monk got out of bed, he would lift the female disciple's buttocks, making her hook her legs around his waist. When the female disciple was hungry, the monk would feed her bite by bite. When the monk was hungry, he would sit on the edge of the stone bed, lower his head, and suckle at her erect nipples. Whenever the female disciple felt the urge to urinate, it would uncontrollably flow down the monk's legs, and the monk would withdraw half of his urination and release it at the tip of her vagina. After seven days, the female disciple became quite familiar with the penis inside her vagina and no longer harbored excessive lustful thoughts. Only then did the two separate. The monk supported her waist, led her as she walked, and washed her vagina with clean water.

A few days later, the monk showed her a statue depicting a man and woman holding a newborn infant.

The monk said, "This is the final stage: 'No desire, no Buddha.' Without sexual desire, there is no birth of Buddha. Are you ready?" The female disciple, who had been enjoying the trials of sexual intercourse, felt both excited and afraid at the thought of bearing a life. After hesitating for a moment, she whispered, "I'm ready."

The monk and his female disciple slept together on the stone bed. The monk made the girl lick his genitals while he licked her vulva. The girl, whose penis was still erect, soon became wet. She trembled and rubbed her breasts against the monk, but he remained unmoved. He then got up and made the girl lie face down on the bed. He lifted her lower body high and licked her, then held her waist, spread her thighs, and thrust in and out hundreds of times. He then made her lie on her back and thrust in and out hundreds more times. He then made her lie on the edge of the bed with her buttocks sticking up, and while he thrust in and out, he pinched, kneaded, pulled, flicked, and twisted her breasts.

Despite the trials he had endured over the days, the monk's movements had never been so intense and fluid. The girl felt that the monk's lower body was thicker, longer, and hotter than usual. She could only writhe obediently, without a moment's respite. Her vulva was like a leaky faucet, constantly leaking vaginal fluid. The monk lifted one of the girl's wet legs and thrust dozens of times, causing her to urinate. Yet, the monk remained as hard as a rock.

He then pressed down on the girl's anus, lifted her buttocks, and lifted her up, thrusting violently. The girl's milk-filled breasts rolled and rubbed against the monk's chest, streams of milk flowing down his chest. Her legs kicked and thrashed. With a series of soft, rhythmic thrusts, after about a hundred rounds, the girl's legs stiffened and stretched. The monk slapped her buttocks, and both her vagina and his genitals vibrated violently and erupted simultaneously. At that moment, the monk and girl embraced tightly, the monk's penis deeply inserted into the girl's uterus, her vagina tightly enveloping it, not a drop of semen spilling out. After more than ten minutes, the girl was panting heavily, drenched in sweat, her legs, which had been stretched at a 70-degree angle to her body, drooped down, her head resting on the monk's shoulder, her arms still wrapped around his neck.

The monk carried her to the bed, and only slowly withdrew his penis after a long time. Afterwards, apart from continuing their various forms of meditative absorption, their lives were quite uneventful. After about three months, the female disciple's belly grew large, and the weather gradually turned cooler. The monk then dressed her in loose and comfortable monastic robes and took meticulous care of her. After about ten months, the female disciple gave birth to a baby girl. The female disciple, shyly holding the baby girl, asked the monk, "Master, do you love me?" The monk replied, "The Buddha's teachings are boundless, encompassing all things. As a disciple of Buddhism, I naturally love you." The disciple said, "Master, it's been a long time since we meditated together. Without your comfort, I always feel empty inside." The monk said, "It seems your lustful desires haven't been eradicated; your cultivation is still insufficient." So, besides breastfeeding, the female disciple meditated with the monk, and the baby girl was very well-behaved, hardly crying.

When the baby girl was one year old, the monk said to the girl, "It seems that ordinary meditation on pleasure cannot eradicate your lustful desires. To cure your lustful affliction, I'm afraid I'll have to go to the Pure Land." The girl was puzzled. The monk said, "Meditation on pleasure is meant to teach people to cultivate virtue and abstain from desire. You've almost completed all the meditation postures here, yet you still cannot escape the shackles of worldly desires. You must have committed too many sins in your past life. It seems only this Buddha can save you."

After speaking, the monk led her to a very secluded cave within a cave. He lit a candle, and there she saw a woman lying on top of a man. Upon closer inspection, the man's neck was tightly bound with a rope; he appeared dead. The master said, "This cave contains inexhaustible treasures. The ceiling is filled with gemstones, and the water beneath is filled with gold dust. Behind each statue is a treasure chest, and each Buddha statue contains precious jewels. It's inconvenient for you to stay here alone with an infant. You can take the treasures home, or you can go elsewhere to cultivate.

" The girl cried, "Master, don't you want me anymore?"

The master removed the rope from the Buddha statue and handed it to his female disciple, saying, "This is called the Buddha of Ultimate Bliss. Ultimate Bliss begets Ultimate Sorrow, and Ultimate Sorrow begets Ultimate Bliss. Long ago, there was a wealthy family with an only son. This son was always charitable and generous. After his elders died, he would do anything that was within his power to help others who asked for his help. Soon, his family's wealth was exhausted, and he attained enlightenment and became a monk."

The monk's cousin, his childhood sweetheart and wife, found him and asked him to return to secular life, but he refused. His cousin then said, "I have a request, and you must fulfill it. If you don't, you've betrayed your former beliefs, and you must return with me." The monk replied, "I truly regret my actions. Besides returning to secular life, I'll do anything you ask."

His cousin then took off her clothes and said, "We've been married for a long time, but we rarely consummate our marriage. I only wish to have sex with you one more time." The monk knew that although he understood Buddhist teachings, he feared his willpower was insufficient and he might succumb to lust. So he took out a rope and put it around his neck, instructing his cousin to strangle him when he lost his willpower. The monk, with the rope around his neck, began to make love with his cousin. Longing for her husband and loneliness caused her to climax multiple times. In her ecstasy, she tightened the rope. The monk's mind became clear, and he attained Buddhahood. His cousin, from then on, abstained from lust, became a nun, devoted herself to Buddhism, and also attained Buddhahood.

After the story was told, the monk took off his clothes and lay face up on the stone bed in front of the Buddha. He had his female disciple tie a slipknot around his neck with a rope. The female disciple tearfully pleaded with him to stay. The monk then gave the female disciple a small razor for shaving her head as a keepsake. The female disciple then took off her clothes, spread her legs, and knelt on either side of the monk's thighs in front of him, her vulva facing his lower abdomen. She rubbed her labia against the monk's genitals, and the monk quickly became erect. The female disciple then completely entered him, first twisting her hips, then lying on top of the monk and thrusting her waist rapidly. Her breasts swayed and rubbed against the monk's chest. Then she lifted her pink body, like riding a galloping horse, violently bouncing her vulva up and down, one hand kneading her own breasts, the other gripping the rope. For the first time, the girl, who had completely taken control, had completely lost her reason. Her burning desire only wanted to completely envelop the monk, deeper and deeper, deep into her vagina. Deeper into the cervix, deeper into the uterus, with each deeper thrust, the girl felt a deeper pleasure, throbbing, trembling, convulsing. The girl seemed to lose consciousness; a pool of white foam had already formed, and urine had also sprayed out… Suddenly, the girl arched her back, raising her buttocks high, revealing most of her penis still covered in clear, lustful fluid. Then, like a taut slingshot suddenly released, her body leaned back, her buttocks thrusting forward violently. Her two wide-open labia pressed tightly against the monk's lower abdomen, which was supporting the penis. Her flower bud greedily swallowed the penis. This action also tightened the rope in his hands. The monk's face turned red, and the penis immediately swelled even more, hitting the uterine wall and filling the girl's lower abdomen completely. Then, both of them erupted like volcanoes. The monk's penis continued to vibrate and hit the girl's convulsing uterus, while simultaneously spraying out the hottest semen. The girl pinched her nipples, enduring the pain that felt like salt being rubbed into her wounds. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly. Finally, exhausted, the young woman collapsed onto the monk's body and fell asleep almost immediately. A while later, she was awakened by the cries of an infant. She saw that the monk was already lifeless, having attained Nirvana. The young woman was filled with shock, fear, and regret; her lust had largely subsided. She wanted to separate from the monk, but her vagina had already contracted tightly, and the monk's engorged penis was still trapped inside her uterus by her contracting cervix. The young woman found a razor by the stone bed and cut off the monk's penis. Then she held her child, who greedily suckled at her nipple. The young woman, unable to help but think of the monk again, couldn't help but shed tears. Heartbroken, she didn't linger. Taking her daughter and a few treasures from the cave, she went to a nunnery, finally extinguishing her lust, devoting herself to Buddhism. She lived to be one hundred years old and also reached Nirvana.

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