King Yama is Unhappy (Side Story): Exorcising Demons and Monsters

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The first monk descended the winding path behind his house, arriving at a spot ten feet below the cliff.

Here, a large expanse of rock had been hollowed out to build a magnificent pavilion, mostly embedded in the mountainside,
with a plaque above the door reading "Xiangsi Zen Room."

The interior was lavishly decorated, filled with numerous secret rooms; rather than a place for meditation and rituals, it was more like
a secret chamber where the first monk disciplined his "Buddha's slaves."

The seductive moans gradually grew louder and clearer, even penetrating the mist below the pavilion,
echoing through the empty valley.

After a moment, they faded away.

These rising and falling moans were solely due to the first monk opening the door of the Xiangsi Zen Room, stepping inside, and then
immediately closing it again.

The door was specially made to block out worldly sounds, symbolizing severing ties with the mortal world and eternal separation from paradise.

The first monk bowed and chanted Buddhist prayers before turning around. His first sight was
of three fleshy creatures entwined on the bed—a bed large enough for ten people to share—

and a smile played on his lips.

The meditation room was brightly lit, like daytime.

A tall, bald young man was on top of Yan Xiaoluo's fair, soft body, thrusting and
pounding relentlessly.

Another, thin, bald young man lay beneath her, his hands gripping the backs of her knees, causing
their thighs to intertwine, like bronze and jade entwined. At first glance, it possessed a sculptural beauty
, but only upon closer inspection did one realize the lines of male and female genitalia, a lewd friction revealed in their intercourse.

The thin monk worked in perfect harmony with the burly monk, each thrust a combined force,
repeatedly squeezing and deforming the two prostrate, delicate bodies between them.

The three were piled on top of each other, with Yan Xiaoluo in the middle resembling a small boat, her breasts swaying wildly with the waves, then squeezed
together.

Her delicate buttocks were also bumped around, sometimes dented by the impact, then bounced back to their rounded shape.
Two penises were inserted into her tender vagina and slippery anus respectively, and with each powerful thrust, her juices
splattered incessantly, making extremely shameful "whooshing" sounds.

"Amitabha," the first monk chanted a Buddhist chant, the candlelight in the room reflecting off his bald head, faintly
illuminating his back with a Buddhist light. He called out, "Strive for fame, seize profit."

The two young monks, who were lost in their own world, immediately stopped thrusting upon hearing the call, looking towards the door and
obsequiously replying, "Master, you've returned."

The stronger one was called "Strive for Fame," and the thinner one was called "Seize Profit."

Three years ago, he became a disciple of the First Monk, but ultimately, he was just a mortal. Faced with the strife of women, he remained
restless and enamored with worldly desires, his skills lacking refinement.

"Continue subduing the demon,"

the First Monk instructed his two disciples to continue their defilement of the beautiful woman. Then, as he untied his robe, he asked,
"How's it going? Have you properly performed the ritual for the little Yama?"

"Don't worry, Master, this girl is incredibly lewd; she can't withstand our 'Joyful Kung Fu.'"

"That's right, that's right. Do it more… uh… do it a few more times, and she'll be subdued by our Buddhist staff,
haha. "

As the two were talking, Yan Xiaoluo, taking advantage of a pause in their attack, suddenly spat out the finger she had been playing with in her mouth
, raised her head high, and let out a furious, coquettish protest.

"Bullshit! You lewd monks… ugh!"

Upon hearing this, the two young monks were immediately embarrassed. The burly Zhengming quickly thrust forward, successfully
stopping Yan Xiaoluo's protest.

In fact, they had been playing with Yan Xiaoluo all day, but having spent too much effort on the Black and White Impermanence in the past few days
, they were now somewhat exhausted. Furthermore, their skills were not yet refined; they had only focused on brute force. Although they had
made Yan Xiaoluo's legs weak, they were ultimately no match for the First Monk's masterful techniques.

"Striving for fame and profit, a monk does not lie."

The First Monk had already stripped naked, revealing his wrinkled, ugly body and a dark, lifeless snake between his legs.
At this moment, he was righteously reprimanding his disciple, with a halo of Buddha shining behind his head, making Yan Xiaoluo's teeth itch with rage. It

was utterly shameful; heaven was blind and the world had fallen into depravity. Such a monk had actually cultivated such spiritual power.

Striving for Fame and Profit quickly stood up, bowed, and admitted their mistake: "Disciple knows their error; it was disciple's lack of skill."

The two rather attractive penises withdrew from her body, pulling out a string of water droplets. Yan Xiaoluo let out a soft moan and collapsed
, panting, her cloud-like hair blooming like a black lotus on the large bed.

At this moment, only she stood out.

The crowd was devout, even though their erect penises were still glistening with moisture. The three masters and disciples, naked, bowed to each other,
seemingly oblivious to the limp, twitching flesh between their legs.

The contrast was stark, yet the one who seemed most comical was Yan Xiaoluo.

It was as if she had blasphemed Buddha, impolitely disturbing the devout followers, including the group of
disheveled female devotees chanting sutras with their eyes closed in the meditation room.

"Enough," the first monk said kindly, appearing magnanimous and reasonable. "You are still young." He continued his
sermon, but had already reached Yan Xiaoluo's side: "But remember, when performing the ritual, you must restrain your mind and not be influenced by lust
. You must prioritize the feelings of the one being saved. Alright, I will perform it myself. You all should observe and learn carefully."

"Yes, we will remember Master's teachings."

"Excellent, excellent."

The First Monk smiled and looked over, his eyes gleaming, but his genitals remained unmoved, as if he didn't
care about this body at all, as he chanted sutras and recited Buddhist prayers.

"Amitabha, Little Yama, yesterday you begged me not to go in, to resist the purification. I
hoped you might repent on your own, so I didn't touch you again, but instead entrusted it to my beloved disciples to pray for you and exorcise the demon. But they are
not skilled enough, I'm truly sorry."

"Pah!"

Yan Xiaoluo protested weakly, her charmingly naive appearance indescribably cute.

Her body lay exposed before the three men, master and disciples. Though she had managed to
maintain her composure and resistance during their unskilled lewd acts, her sensitive body had been thoroughly penetrated. A whole day of debauchery
had brought her to the brink of collapse.

She was stubbornly clinging to her pride, unwilling to be constantly conquered by different men.

Perhaps just a tiny excuse for indulgence was needed to send her to an irredeemable blissful
state.

The First Monk, knowing everything, bowed deeply and slowly pulled Yan Xiaoluo's long legs to his side.
Upon touching her soft, tender feet, though his expression remained unchanged, his thick, erect penis was already throbbing with excitement.

He could no longer suppress it, his veins bulging like dragons!

"All paths to enlightenment begin at your feet. Little Yama's feet are perfectly flawless, yet you've strayed onto
the path of debauchery and shamelessness, a truly tragic fate."

"Who's shameless? It's clearly you... eh... ah... umm... umm..."

Yan Xiaoluo argued, but the First Monk was quick-witted and had already cupped her delicate jade lotuses, biting her toes
.

"To purify the little Yama's body, this old monk is willing to swallow filth,"

the first monk sighed softly. His two disciples nodded in agreement, exclaiming, "Master, you sacrifice yourself for righteousness! Your Buddhist teachings are profound!"

The latter part was a heartfelt exclamation from the two; their master possessed incredible self-control,
able to spout Buddhist verses even with soft, beautiful flesh before him.

The first monk sucked on her most sensitive toes, and Yan Xiaoluo's already flushed face quickly became misty
, her large, watery eyes reflecting a hazy light.

The first monk licked Yan Xiaoluo's delicate toes back and forth, while simultaneously kneading her jade-like arch, his large hand tracing
the ankle, moving along the long curve of her calf to her knee.

Yan Xiaoluo's incredibly elastic legs were gathered onto the wrinkled belly of the First Monk, her youthful energy
tightly embraced by his bloated body. The First Monk, inhaling the delicious fragrance of her lotus blossoms, felt his penis, nourished like morning dew, grow strong and majestic.
Quietly and naturally, it penetrated deeply into Yan Xiaoluo's moist, beautiful orifice, merging seamlessly with her alluring, soft flesh—
a perfect union!

At this moment, no one in the world could deny the First Monk's profound Buddhist teachings; those vying for fame and fortune felt
their master had surpassed even the Buddha.

Turning black into white, evil into good.

Since it was accomplished using Buddhist principles, who could say that form is not emptiness?

Yan Xiaoluo suddenly realized, her body like a spring river bursting its banks, ice melting into the sea. A continuous, soft, languid feeling caused her to involuntarily stretch her waist
, but she was unaware that her flower-like orifice had been invaded, even her uterus had been plowed.

With the first monk's exquisite finger techniques, Yan Xiaoluo twisted her legs, a tingling sensation gradually spreading from the soles of her feet to
the roots of her thighs. The bone-chilling feeling was as if her leg bones were being shattered by unparalleled finger strength.

Those nimble hands caressed and kneaded her, making her feel as if these flawless jade legs no longer belonged to her
. It wasn't

until the first monk pinched the backs of her knees, spreading her already submissive, snow-white legs wide, that Yan Xiaoluo
came to her senses, only to find her wet, flower-like passage filled with the monk's penis, swollen and incredibly comfortable
.

"Snap!"

Her delicate feet were the switch to another side of Yan Xiaoluo.

The first monk thrust heavily, his stomach slamming against Yan Xiaoluo's large, white thighs. A
penis, much larger than his two disciples', instantly forced its way into her uterus. After avoiding it for a day, Yan Xiaoluo still had to face the
"Buddha's pestle's" salvation.

Two delicate, shapely legs began to sway. The First Monk lifted Yan Xiaoluo's rounded legs high, his large hands
kneading her soft feet, transforming into an angry Vajra, and began to lash her powerfully.

"Ah...uh...ah...uh...ah..."

The intense impact caused Yan Xiaoluo's breasts, which had become much fuller, to sway in the air. The First Monk gradually
released her thighs, his rough hands squeezing and kneading her elastic breasts.

Yan Xiaoluo vaguely felt that the First Monk's fingers were incredibly hot, his fingers sometimes light, sometimes heavy, grasping and kneading her white
flesh, sinking deep into it and then being forcefully bounced back. The smooth flesh of her breasts faintly showed blue veins, reflecting
the tenderness of a young girl, her rosy areolas delicate and shy, and her two erect nipples, like trembling gems, peeked out from between his fingers as her breasts were
exposed.

"You...you let me go...ah...ya..."

The first monk pinched and played with her two erect nipples, his penis
thrusting rapidly between Yan Xiaoluo's pink labia, producing white foam. Under his patient caresses, Yan Xiaoluo's entire body was covered with red
finger marks.

The red tinges between the finger marks, like inscribed Buddhist scriptures, still held warmth.

"Pfft...pfft..."

Streams of honey flowed from her bright red vulva, white stains at the point of contact. The tender
pink flesh inside her vulva was pulled out by the huge penis, turning open to the sides, then
sinking back in with each thrust.

"Ahhh..." Yan Xiaoluo arched her delicate neck, like a white goose, aroused. For some reason, compared to her
past ordeals, being violated by this kind-faced monk made her feel an unprecedented sense of shame and indignation.

Especially since there was a conflict in their doctrines, she felt like she was representing the underworld and being humiliated.

The continuous, frenzied thrusting made Yan Xiaoluo unable to hold back any longer. Like a dying fish, she opened her small mouth
, gasping for breath, but only moans and pleas for mercy escaped her lips, making her feel utterly ashamed.

"Ah...ah...so full...too big...ah...slower...a little...um...oh..."

Yan Xiaoluo blushed deeply, her slender waist swaying from side to side with the thrusting of the penis,
waves of pleasure surging from the softest part of her vagina.

"Little Yama, it feels good, doesn't it? So obsessed with physical pleasure, it seems you've already become Yama. Watch me
use my vajra to convert you."

The first monk chanted, tightly gripping Yan Xiaoluo's firm, white thighs, gathering from her hips and inner thighs upwards,
like pushing quicksand to build a tower.

He grasped her tender ankles and began to devour them with his large mouth, quickly turning her small feet sticky with saliva
, her toes connected by silvery threads.

At the same time, the layers of soft flesh deep within her honeyed lips, which her two apprentices had been teasing all afternoon, brought him indescribable
pleasure. He had roughly figured out Yan Xiaoluo's weaknesses and was confident that with his direct sexual teasing
, he would soon be able to completely control this exquisitely beautiful body.

"No...no...bad man...I didn't...ah..."

The First Monk, for the first time, had experienced such a rare beauty as Yan Xiaoluo. Hearing the delicate
moans of the beauty beneath him, he grew increasingly excited, slapping Yan Xiaoluo's taut, smooth thighs and exclaiming, "Mmm...such a powerful little Yama
King, you're squeezing this old monk so tightly!"

"Amitabha, look how much this little Yama King likes Master's demon-subduing staff."

"Good, good, Buddha is merciful, surely he can subdue the demon and bring justice to all living beings."

Hearing the chanting of the two monks, vying for fame and profit, to exorcise the demon, Yan Xiaoluo's body and mind trembled violently. Her soul seemed to ascend
to a golden Buddhist hall, her physical descent deepening, a twisted sense of humiliation and shame giving rise to a strange feeling. Amidst
the humiliation of the three monks, Yan Xiaoluo began to tightly entwine herself with the rapidly moving glans, unwilling to let go, her body
involuntarily rising to meet the First Monk's intrusion.

"Smack!"

Two foul-smelling penises suddenly struck Yan Xiaoluo's face and forehead.
Before she could react, slightly dazed, a series of slaps followed. It turned out that Zhengming and Duoli couldn't hold back any longer and were wielding their
"demon-slaying sticks," whipping Yan Xiaoluo until she couldn't open her eyes.

"This is called a wake-up call, to rouse you from your delusion," Duoli said.

"Ugh... ah... no... ah... you... uh... ah... oh..."

The purplish-red glans secreted sticky fluid, which clung to Yan Xiaoluo's face, forming silvery threads. Smelling the strong male
scent, Yan Xiaoluo groaned intermittently in protest, but quickly lost all will to fight.

This extreme humiliation finally shattered the self-esteem of the King of Hell.

Inside the meditation room, countless beautiful Buddhist slaves gathered, kneeling on prayer cushions, hands clasped together, uttering solemn
and serene chants. The sounds of reciting scriptures and expounding the Dharma filled the air, subtly allowing Yan Xiaoluo to feel the boundless teachings of Buddhism,
far more terrifying than the methods of trainers at auctions and brothels.

The first monk nodded approvingly to his two disciples, then pressed down on
Yan Xiaoluo's two jade-like knees, causing her to arch her slender waist. Her calves swayed slightly outward, her thighs tightly closed, her snow-white legs
pressed together without a single gap.

The curves of her shapely legs, bent, outlined her upturned buttocks,
creating a breathtakingly beautiful silhouette.

The two young monks gripped their penises tightly; her fair, delicate body was curvaceous and pert,
especially her taut abdomen, with its soft yet firm V-line, which was incredibly sexy, making one want to caress the delicate
contours of her skin.

Dazzled by the alluring posture, the First Monk remained remarkably calm. He tensed his back muscles,
took a deep breath, and quickly pulled his penis out.

"Ugh... haa... huff... what..." Yan Xiaoluo trembled.

Holding Yan Xiaoluo's knees, the First Monk suppressed the urge to ejaculate, remaining
motionless an inch from her pink, moist vulva, indifferently admiring her glistening, full labia. Her smooth, tiger-like genitals were already
sticky with vaginal fluid, clinging to her clitoris.

After the thick penis was withdrawn, the emptiness and itching within Yan Xiaoluo's body suddenly intensified infinitely. She gripped
the First Monk's waist, her legs pushing against the ground, her lower body seemingly possessed by a demon, beyond her control, attempting to chase after that
burning hot penis.

"Hmph... Look how fierce you are... Yama, the King of Hell, has truly fallen into demonic possession..."

Seeing Yan Xiaoluo almost in tears, the First Monk adopted a condescending tone, blocking her movements
. Then, he grabbed her two long, slender, snow-white feet and forcefully pulled them apart.

"Ah..."

Yan Xiaoluo felt a chill in her lower body as her thighs were spread wide apart, her messy vulva
exposed to the air, yet still undeniably beautiful. The First Monk's gaze was fixed on her dripping
, honey-like lips. The dazed Yan Xiaoluo shamefully realized that under the First Monk's burning, merciless gaze, her sensitive
vulva twitched and heated, and another stream of fluid flowed out.

"Alas, it's all your fault. Ancient sages controlled floods, but you, Little Yama, are unrepentant, resisting for so long. Today, this old
monk is sacrificing himself to feed the demon."

The first monk skillfully placed Yan Xiaoluo's feet on his shoulders, and his glans, having caught his breath,
plunged deeply into her body without hesitation.

"Ugh...ah...no...no more..."

Yan Xiaoluo realized with horror that this position seemed to allow the thick, long penis to penetrate even deeper. The powerful
thrusts instantly accelerated, each heavy thud striking the deepest part of her vagina, each strike causing her to emit a helpless,
shameful moan.

"Ah...so...deep...ah...so...big...ah...it's hitting the spot...ah, I can't take it anymore...I can't take it anymore...oh..."

Yan Xiaoluo shook her head frantically, wave after wave of thrusts making her cries even more plaintive,
occasionally punctuated by silent sobs. She hadn't experienced such maddening pleasure in a long time, but this pleasure was
being given to her by a monk, making her feel incredibly humiliated.

Crystalline tears gradually spread from the corners of her eyes, dripping into her delicate ears.

Yan Xiaoluo breathed hoarsely, her large eyes curving into crescents.

Under the first monk's relentless thrusts, Yan Xiaoluo was brought to tears, her eyes beginning to glaze
over. Her small hands pressed against the first monk's chest, weakly resisting yet welcoming, emitting
lewd moans that even she found shameful.

"Ah...oh...so deep...it's going in again...so big...no...oh..."

The first monk was unaware of Yan Xiaoluo's past. Seeing how easily she succumbed to boundless lust, he couldn't
help but look down on her. She was just a passive little slut.

"Little Yama...open your eyes and see clearly!"

The first monk's lewd words rang in Yan Xiaoluo's ears. She opened her teary eyes, still dazed.

"Ah...you stinky monk...don't do this...uh...oh..."

Her vision blurred with tears, and Yan Xiaoluo couldn't see the first monk's lewd grin.

She suddenly realized that her smooth thighs and buttocks were being pressed down to her waist, the perfect curves following her small,
pert buttocks downwards, folding against her spine. Her rounded legs were spread apart and rested on the first monk's shoulders. Her entire body
folded under the first monk's weight, her knees forced against her chest, squeezing her already grown breasts into a concave shape.
She sank in, her fair breasts bulging outwards.

In this position, her buttocks, still swallowing the black penis, were almost in a straight line with her face. Yan Xiaolu could see
the penis thrusting continuously between her two flawless, straight jade legs, while her tightly joined honey hole contracted and relaxed with
each thrust, gushing out whitish fluid with the force of the First Monk, flowing back down onto her lower
abdomen.

"Amitabha," the first monk managed to chant a rare Buddhist prayer, one hand gripping Yan Xiaoluo
's waist, the other pointing to her ravaged vulva: "See... this is all
the filth flowing from your vile demonic body... I'm using the Vajra to punish your depravity, but pathetically you treat this redemption as pleasure,
utterly hopeless!"

The first monk spoke sternly, not forgetting to pull his large penis completely out. In that instant,
a large amount of honey-like fluid gushed from the ridges behind the glans, splashing onto Yan Xiaoluo's burning cheeks, seemingly spitting on her shamelessness.

Her jewel-like eyes curved in disbelief into a bewitching shape, the murky pupils and tears blending into an
extremely beautiful allure.

Yan Xiaoluo's lips trembled as she made her final protest, though her tone was less firm: "I
... ah... I'm not a demon... you're talking nonsense... huff... I haven't fallen... it's you... it's you raping me, this isn't exorcism
!"

"Is that so? You're denying the pleasure the demon-slaying staff brings you?"

The First Monk still wore a compassionate smile, but his crotch relentlessly thrust back into the deep, sweet place.

"Om Mani Padme Hum..." The chanting in the room grew louder and louder, and the naked
beauties chanted the scriptures with firm and proud expressions.

"Ah... here it comes again... you... so... oh... so much water..."

Yan Xiaoluo's mind was buzzing, and she looked dazedly at the honey splattering from where the two were joined
. Everything around her became hazy, and the chanting started again, deafeningly loud.

The burning, fiery sensation deep within her vagina was incredibly clear, each sensation an irresistible pleasure.
The pent-up pleasure within Yan Xiaoluo's sweet, delicate body grew stronger and stronger; she felt as if she were flying. Sweat covered
her entire body, and she gasped for breath, a few strands of hair clinging to her damp forehead, her face flushed with a sensual
blush.

The First Monk felt the burning heat emanating from within him, the tender flesh inside her vagina
twitching in waves, as if about to climax. He abruptly pulled his half-inserted penis out.

"Eee...ah...don't go out..."

The boiling blood within her made Yan Xiaoluo arch her hips upwards in a daze. The unbearable itching and emptiness made her hands
wave wildly in the air, pounding on the First Monk's shoulders, arms, and chest.

"Do you want the demon-slaying staff back?"

"Yes..."

"The heart seeking Buddha must be steadfast. Every swing of the staff is a form of practice. Release your lust to the fullest, and one day you
will attain enlightenment and understand the difference between lust and emptiness. Are you willing?"

"Willing..."

"Good, good."

(Short interruption )

The first monk seductively kissed Yan Xiaoluo's inner thighs, his slippery tongue wandering aimlessly.
Just as the pleasure in her burning vagina began to subside, he thrust his penis deep inside her once more.

"Oh... ah... um... oh... harder... um... uh..."

Her emptiness was filled, and Yan Xiaoluo groaned with satisfaction. But just as she was about to reach climax, the penis
suddenly disappeared again. The flames of desire made her hips begin to twist wildly, searching for
something to fill the void. Her taut little buttocks were incredibly elastic. Both the vying for fame and profit couldn't resist touching them. Yan Xiaoluo's legs
and pink buttocks were exquisitely sexy; even after playing with them all afternoon, they still felt it wasn't enough.

The first monk repeatedly thrust in and out, sending Yan Xiaoluo soaring to bliss only to
plunge her back into the cycle of lust at the last moment.

"Some desire but cannot obtain, some possess and then lose; in this cycle of reincarnation, do not force things, do not conceal your true desires. Do you
understand?"

His words, ethereal and enchanting, left Yan Xiaoluo in a daze.

She didn't know how much time had passed; her body was soaked with lustful fluids. Her buttocks, back, chest, abdomen, and
even her cheeks were covered in drops of fragrant, honeyed liquid.

Until every slight touch caused her body to tremble, Yan Xiaoluo finally couldn't bear it any longer. She abandoned her last
shred of dignity, crying and pleading, "No…no more…please…give it to me…give it to me now…"

The first monk, unusually, revealed a triumphant, lewd smile and asked, "Give you what?"

"A penis…" Yan Xiaoluo answered instinctively, because she had been forced into this position by men before, and subconsciously, she
had learned it.

"Oh? Has this girl been trained?" The three monks were somewhat surprised. A strong sense of modesty made it
difficult for any young girl to use such words, yet the seemingly innocent Yan Xiaoluo could utter them—clearly, she had been
taught by a man.

"No." The First Monk's smile deepened.

Yan Xiaoluo was already dazed, her brain controlled by pleasure. She couldn't help but plead again, "Cock
...give me a big cock...that's what I want...put it in quickly..."

"Haha, as expected of Little Yama, so shamelessly craving that filthy thing. Listen carefully,
this old monk's staff is a demon-subduing staff, specially designed to subdue a lewd little slut like you." The First Monk laughed heartily. In his
view, Yan Xiaoluo was definitely not as simple as she appeared. This would save him a lot of time, and perhaps tonight's battle
would awaken her "wisdom root," completely subduing her.

"Mmm... the demon-subduing staff... um..."

The first monk released his feet from Yan Xiaoluo's shoulders and flicked a finger on her clitoris.

Yan Xiaoluo gasped, her slender shoulders and waist twisting erratically, her body graceful and alluring, like a fire burning beneath snow, her face flushed
as she looked at the first monk, sobbing and murmuring, "Bad monk... please... fuck me... fuck me... anything you say
..."

"Oh? Bad monk?" The first monk chuckled, thinking to himself that this girl's stubbornness was truly ingrained.
He placed his wet, menacing glans at Yan Xiaoluo's entrance, parted her thin, honeyed lips, and asked, "Is this how it is?"

"Mmm...come in...ah...come quickly..." Yan Xiaoluo eagerly rotated her hips, wanting to swallow
the entire penis.

Zhengming, cooperating with his master, embraced Yan Xiaoluo's plump, white long leg, eagerly caressing it
. He stroked her slender calves, chanting Buddhist mantras and feigning admiration, saying, "Amitabha, Master has subdued
so many former Buddhist slaves who had fallen into depravity. The world is full of beautiful women, not
far from the collection of the 'Charming Buddha,' but none can compare to this Holy Maiden Little Yama. Such a perfect figure, these legs, these
delicate little feet—releasing her would be a catastrophe for all living beings."

Fortunately, these two rarely left the incense shop's meditation room; otherwise, upon seeing the equally peerless Yan Xueyi, they would probably have risked their lives
to try and experience the feeling of having both of them.

While grabbing Yan Xiaoluo's delicate, slender hand, Duoli frantically kneaded her round, firm buttocks. The First
Monk teasingly inserted his glans, slowly and gently rubbing it against her
vaginal opening as Yan Xiaoluo's hips rotated.

"No...oh...don't do that to me...I want...uh..." The hot penis, after being inserted halfway, rotated and
withdrew outwards. Yan Xiaoluo, her face streaked with tears, looked pitiful: "Please...give...give me..."

"Give you what?" The First Monk lewdly stirred his penis, grinding against her clitoris until it trembled.

"Give me your penis, please give me your big penis!"

Yan Xiaoluo had completely given up the idea of resisting. After her sensitive body was completely open to the man, lewd moans
flowed continuously from her small mouth, and with her lewd moans, her shameful honey hole secreted even
more lustful juices.

"Wrong again, wrong! This is a demon-subduing staff, you shameless slut!"

Seeing Yan Xiaoluo's pleading expression, the First Monk felt a surge of conquest. He then thought of the seemingly
more refined Princess Yan Xueyi, and the thought of her future subservience to him in such a lowly manner made his "demon
staff" grow even thicker.

"Say 'demon-subduing staff,' the demon-subduing staff is helping you find peace!"

Yan Xiaoluo was infinitely alluring, her face like a peach blossom, her slender, exquisite body displaying a wanton posture. Even the seasoned First Monk
could no longer resist. He parted Yan Xiaoluo's delicate, pink legs, forcefully embraced her sexy, bouncy
buttocks, and began to fuck her wildly, seemingly wanting to crush and dissipate her body.

"Ah...ah...so...so comfortable...Vajra...the great Vajra...so deep...ah..."

Unparalleled pleasure enveloped her entire body, her spirit also enveloped within it. The Buddhas had entered her;
Yan Xiaoluo's confused mind was blank, her consciousness entirely focused on her lower body. The

constantly thrusting, penetrating penis seemed to have truly transformed into a demon-subduing weapon, shattering Yan Xiaoluo's sense of shame, as
if she were truly a Yama, being influenced by Buddhist teachings. She tightly hooked one leg around the first monk, her two long,
white legs being spread and played with by the two men. Her slender, snow-white body moved back and forth, her honeyed orifice continuously
gushing out nectar.

"Ah...Vajra...bad...bad monk's big penis...so strong...mmm...mmm...so good...I'm going to fly..."
Yan Xiaoluo tossed her hair, revealing teeth marks on her white neck. After uttering those lewd words without restraint, the pleasure
intensified even further.

Just as Yan Xiaoluo felt she was about to lose her soul, the First Monk's eyes narrowed, and he stopped.

"Amitabha."

He gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to continue thrusting, and put on a calm demeanor.

Yan Xiaoluo's eyes were completely glazed over, and she twisted her body, appearing resigned to being fucked, glancing at the First Monk:
"You...you bad thing...hurry up and move...I'm about to come..."

"What a slut, you can't even hold back like this." Zhengming mocked, shaking off Yan Xiaoluo's long legs and turning
to play with her small, firm breasts.

The first monk straightened up slightly, clasped his hands together, and said, "Subduing the demon is a great matter. During the ritual, what should you call me
?"

Yan Xiaoluo's talent in this area was indeed not bad. Her long, slender, and strong legs wrapped around him, and her slender waist
twisted vigorously like a water snake. Drooling, she whispered seductively in the first monk's ear, "Master, Master, please kill Little Yama
."

Seeing that Yan Xiaoluo was so engrossed in lust that she didn't care about anything else, the first monk pulled her up and held her in front of him, her soft
flesh filling his arms.

"Has this old monk finally subdued you, you seductive demon?"

"Yes, yes, yes." A trace of humiliation and resentment flashed in Yan Xiaoluo's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a charming and lewd expression
. In the end, she even nodded, eagerly twisting her beautiful and slender waist, sucking on the large penis in her hole, anticipating
the friction of the vaginal walls.

The first monk pinched her jade-like buttocks, lifting her body slightly: "Now that the demon has been subdued, if you sincerely
turn to Buddhism, you should call me Buddha."

Yan Xiaoluo's starry eyes were tightly closed, savoring the dreamlike, intoxicating pleasure, her consciousness soaring through the sky, floating on the clouds
.

She suddenly felt a burning heat deep within her lower abdomen, followed by a heart-wrenching, exhilarating pleasure
enveloping her entire body. After a brief moment of dazedness, she finally leaned towards the direction she felt ashamed of,
using all her strength to embrace the first monk in front of her, as if he were her most beloved person.

"Buddha...you are my Buddha...move quickly...the demon-subduing staff...mmm...use the demon-subduing staff to fuck me...fuck me to
the deepest part of Little Yama..." Yan Xiaoluo murmured as if in a dream, her body undulating in the first monk's arms, her soul lost.

"You've finally understood. Letting go is liberation. By converting you, this old monk has done another good deed."

The First Monk's smile was barely concealed. Yan Xiaoluo was immersed in Buddhist principles; he now had an unparalleled Buddhist slave, whom he
could indulge in his lustful desires.

"One last thing, Master will use supreme Buddhist liquid to cleanse your inner self, imprinting the mark of Buddha within you.
You'd better receive it well."

The First Monk roared, pushing Yan Xiaoluo down onto the bed and beginning his final, frenzied venting.
Amidst continuous moans, Yan Xiaoluo was pounded by the thick Buddhist penis, her juices spraying everywhere, her naked, petite body trembling and writhing from the penetration
.

In the climax, Yan Xiaoluo's body clearly felt everything happening to her, a sensation both tingling and numb.
The hot glans, tightly gripped by her flower-like core, was convulsively ejaculating streams of scalding liquid. The liquid powerfully
slapped against the uterine wall, making her feel hot, sore, numb, and tingling. The spasms and contractions of the uterine walls
quickly spread throughout her body, causing her to tremble involuntarily.

"Ah...ah...I'm coming...Little Yama is so happy...Buddha is so amazing...ahhh...so hot...uh..." Yan Xiaoluo
let out a comfortable yet desperate moan, absorbing every last drop of the First Monk's semen deep into her uterus.

The First Monk, panting heavily, withdrew his limp penis from Yan Xiaoluo's body. After a while, a white, cloudy liquid
flowed from her vagina, dripping between Yan Xiaoluo's plump thighs, staining her flawless white legs.

"With Master on the scene, no demon can withstand him," Zhengming quickly flattered.

Duo Li also said, "Congratulations, Master! This Buddhist slave is of the highest quality, and she's still young. If she
were a couple more years old, with bigger breasts and a more alluring face, she would surely be unparalleled in beauty, becoming the most beautiful
woman in the world!"

"Duo Li!"

The First Monk sternly reprimanded him for his vulgar language. Duo Li, who had only recently joined the sect, immediately knelt down
to apologize.

"Alright, alright, I'm tired. I'll leave this to you. But remember, this demon has been suppressed.
The days ahead are long, so you must conserve your energy."

"We will obey your orders, Master."

The two answered in unison, only getting up after the First Monk left.

"Senior Brother, conserving energy just means not indulging in lust. We haven't ejaculated yet tonight, so how about... another
round?"

"Of course, but let's take her for a medicinal bath first. I don't want to play with a limp corpse."

During their conversation, the two dragged Yan Xiaoluo into the bath, naturally getting their hands on her slippery body.

...

At the same moment, deep within the prison, seven or eight thugs, their clothes wide open, sat naked
on a dilapidated bench outside the cell door, their limp penises still glistening with moisture.

Cold food and drink were spilled everywhere, and they were laughing and pointing at Yan Xueyi in the cell—that was the main
course.

After the first monk left, the two guards ejaculated three times in succession, but still not satisfied, they called over several close
brothers, and together they gang-raped Yan Xueyi twice more.

For a full hour, Yan Xueyi was being violated until she screamed and cried out, completely unlike a noble princess.

Here, her status was merely a bargaining chip to intensify the humiliation.

Although these guards had played with many Buddhist slaves and were quite knowledgeable about women, facing
Yan Xueyi, whether it was the contrast in their status or her flawless, perfect body, they
were inexplicably overcome with lust, and no amount of rape could satisfy them.

At this moment, Yan Xueyi, her delicate body covered in red welts, crawled to the feet of Xu Changyuan, who was bound hand and foot .
Semen dripped from her buttocks, making her look utterly wretched.

Yet, her graceful and beautiful body still possessed a rare beauty, her alluring skin glowing in the semen.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Xu Changyuan, his mouth stuffed with rags, couldn't speak, but desperately
shook his head at Yan Xueyi, who was crawling towards him like a female dog.

Yan Xueyi frowned, raising her haggard face, looking at Xu Changyuan with worry and heartache. But then she heard
a henchman urging from behind, "Hurry up, just one incense stick's time, just one incense stick's time. If you don't suck him out, we'll
kill this old man."

Laughter filled the air, revealing the smugness and arrogance of those who were teasing the princess, along with an almost contemptuous sarcasm.

How could any nobody not be driven mad by
the thought of bullying a peerless beauty like Ling Yan Xueyi, who possessed such noble status?

A jade-like fingertip, stained with dried grayish-white dirt, lightly touched Xu Changyuan's thigh.
Xu Changyuan recoiled sharply, his eyes instantly turning red. However, the ropes were tightly bound,
and despite his desperate struggles, he could only slightly dig the ropes into his flesh.

"Old Master Xu, please calm down." Yan Xueyi's face was contorted with pain, her cheeks seemingly stained with fallen pear
blossoms, fine sand mixed with watermarks, and a trace of undried milky white liquid at the corner of her mouth.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Xu Changyuan shook his head violently from side to side, as if to say: I'd rather die than let you do such a thing
.

"Damn it, you little sluts, what are you dawdling for? You've done it with this old man before, and you were screaming like crazy when he
fucked you. Now what are you pretending to be, sucking his cock? If I'm in a good mood,
I'll come in and give you a taste." The triumphant shouts came from outside the cage again.

Each shout, like those of livestock, pierced Yan Xueyi's heart. Even on the day she lost her virginity, she had never felt such
excruciating pain.

"Did you hear me? What are you standing there for? If you don't perform, I'll kill this old man!"

The angry shouts rang out again. Yan Xueyi trembled with worry, grabbing Xu Changyuan's penis and pleading in a tearful voice
, "Old Master Xu, you accompanied me back to the Central Plains; you are the cornerstone of my great cause of restoring the nation. I must save you.
Everything today is not your fault, it's my fault, it's Xueyi's own choice."

Seeing Yan Xueyi's pleading, tears welled in Xu Changyuan's eyes. He had sworn to protect this
poor little princess, but now he had caused her to suffer such incestuous humiliation.

Yan Xueyi began to stroke Xu Changyuan's aged penis, but due to grief and self-reproach, the old general couldn't get an erection
.

"Old Master Xu!" Yan Xueyi clutched Xu Changyuan's limp penis, her heart filled with anxiety. "If I can't save
you, I won't live either, do you hear me?!"

"Waaah... Waaah..."

Meeting Yan Xueyi's still bright eyes, Xu Changyuan gradually began to sob, his mustache trembling.
Looking at Yan Xueyi, whom he treated like a granddaughter, his heart felt like it was being torn apart.

"Hurry up and get hard... There's no time... Please..."

Tears welled up in Yan Xueyi's narrow eyes. She hugged the trembling Xu Changyuan, seemingly understanding the
immense torment this old man was enduring. But she still had to continue, gently pecking Xu Changyuan's cheek
before pressing her face against his. "I don't want you to die... We've come through so much suffering... How can you collapse
here..."

The soft, delicate body in her arms gradually calmed Xu Changyuan's suffering. A pair of full, perky breasts drooped naturally,
like water bags pressing against his chest. Her smooth, pink legs swayed, her waist gently moving; the most beautiful and tender embrace invaded
him.

Exhaustion made Xu Changyuan lower his guard, and under Yan Xueyi's reckless teasing,
his penis, sandwiched between her thighs, gradually became aroused.

Yan Xueyi cupped her snow-white breasts, those two smooth, white mounds trembling, proudly erect, their peaks round,
soft yet firm, the two rosy points facing the desperately trying-to-avoid Xu Changyuan, truly captivating.

Although determined to display her allure to the fullest, Yan Xueyi couldn't help but blush; such shyness
penetrated to the bone, something she couldn't easily accept even after countless sexual encounters. Her eyes were filled with spring, her exquisite features
alluring, even with semen stains on her face, her slightly furrowed brows still possessed a lively charm.

"Old Master Xu, Xueyi wants you..."

She moved her thin lips, exhaling softly. Her delicate body, kneeling between Xu Changyuan's legs, swayed slowly, her waist
slender, her buttocks like cotton, her smooth, rounded legs supporting her graceful curves, rubbing against Xu Changyuan's skin.

"Xueyi really wants Old Master Xu's big cock... I've wanted it for a long time..." Yan Xueyi continued to tease,
increasing the intensity of her movements while gently biting Xu Changyuan's ear, letting out even more seductive moans than when she was gang-raped:
"Hmm... in the city of the Southern Wilderness... I fantasized about General Xu's magnificent cock... um... that it could make me weak in the knees
... oh... um... I'm a wanton princess... Old Master Xu, don't hold back... let Xueyi feel good... okay..."

"Haha, this slutty princess, so shameless, teasing an old man like this."

"That slut deserves to be fucked, she must not have had enough."

The henchmen outside were getting restless again, and one of them shouted mockingly, "Half the time has passed."

A hint of anxiety flashed in Yan Xueyi's eyes. She quickly twisted her plump buttocks, turned her fair and slender
body, and straddled Xu Changyuan's head, clamping it with her long, luscious legs, completely
exposing her wet and hairless honey hole to him.

"Old Xu, I'm sorry, please take it all as my fault."

Muttering to herself, Yan Xueyi lowered her head, her little tongue wandering over Xu Changyuan's crotch, finally taking his
half-erect penis into her mouth and sucking it vigorously with a "slurp," deliberately making lewd moans from her nose.

Xu Changyuan, of course, understood Yan Xueyi's good intentions. Under the dual stimulation of mind and body, the remaining
effects of the drug in his body took hold, and his manhood slowly began to react instinctively.

The penis in her mouth gradually hardened, and Yan Xueyi shyly found herself overjoyed.

Encouraged, she recalled the service techniques she had been forced to learn in the Demonic Pagoda, and her hands unconsciously
caressed the limp scrotum beneath his penis, revealing utmost tenderness.

"Mmm…uh ah!"

Pleasure surged from the glans, and Xu Changyuan could clearly feel the princess's smooth, agile tongue and gentle
, focused teeth diligently serving his dust-covered old penis, the pressure of her sucking and swallowing growing stronger with each thrust
.

"Whoosh…whoosh…whoosh whoosh…"

As time passed, Yan Xueyi's head jerked urgently, her hair flying wildly, revealing not
a trace of her former composure and elegance.

"Ugh!"

Xu Changyuan suddenly tensed up, letting out a long, muffled groan. Yan Xueyi, with the still-ejaculating penis in her
mouth, was guided by the masculine aura of a man experiencing a rebirth, her throat instinctively sucking. After sucking out the last drop of semen, she finally showed
an expression of relief.

"Time's up." Several henchmen rushed in, their manner menacing.

Yan Xueyi quickly stood up, cupped her chin, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue,
displaying the thin layer of semen in her mouth to them. Several erect penises were pointed at the beautiful princess in her shameful posture, the scene instantly becoming
extremely lewd.

"Swallow it."

Someone said this, and Yan Xueyi really
swallowed the foul-smelling semen without hesitation with a "gulp. "

The excited, frenzied henchmen swarmed forward, pressing her between Xu Changyuan's legs, holding her upturned snowy buttocks,
and began a new round of rape. Inside the cell, Yan Xueyi, her body limp and weak, continued to
suck on Xu Changyuan's penis while being relentlessly pounded until she was completely lost in the act.

...

Two hours later, Yan Xiaoluo, now fragrant again, was lifted from the medicinal pool by Zhengming and Duoli, her complexion rosy.
Her glossy black hair, neatly draped behind her ears, covered half her face, making her look playful and cute.

Her body hadn't been dried; Zhengming took out a two-inch-wide strip of black cloth and
wrapped it around her firm breasts. The cloth barely covered her pink areolas, making her full breasts appear as two half-exposed mounds, incredibly alluring
. She wore only a breast wrap on her upper body, her slender waist exposed without any concealment.
The sexy curves ran from her ribs to her slightly protruding pelvis, while her lower abdomen, relaxed, appeared remarkably white and
smooth, her skin like ice and snow, arousing the imagination.

Her lower body was an extravagant creation suggested by Zhengming: two black triangular scarves tied at the base of her legs,
barely covering her alluring vulva in the front and only protecting her firm, round, snow-white buttocks in the back. A pair of jade-like, sculpted
, crystal-clear legs were completely exposed, the tight bindings accentuating the soft flesh at the base of her thighs, making them even more alluring.

Looking at her entire body, the black cloth and the pure white skin of the young girl created a strong visual impact, making her delicate,
snow-white skin appear even more exquisite.

"Senior brother, you're amazing,"

Duoli couldn't help but admire. This half-concealed attire was even more irresistible than complete nudity
.

Zhengming smiled without speaking, but following the beautiful leg lines, he slipped a shimmering
silver ribbon over Yan Xiaoluo's ankles, twisting it downwards to bind her frosty jade feet, wrapping around her delicate, neat toes and slender, pink arches.

After being manipulated, Yan Xiaoluo gradually awoke.
Unlike those Buddhist slaves who had gone insane from years of being humiliated and indoctrinated with Buddhist teachings, she regained some consciousness after calming down. Although she had acknowledged
her status during the act of seeking pleasure, she had not completely lost herself or devoutly treated herself as an object.

Her loss of control stemmed from the pursuit of pleasure, not from a corrupted mind. Though still somewhat dazed and weak, she
was at least aware of her situation.

Her almost naked body was being pulled into the arms of two men—the
very young monk who had been teasing her all afternoon, vying for fame and gain.

Sensing her surroundings, Yan Xiaoluo struggled to shift slightly, finding her body still
reeling from the overwhelming pleasure, her mind still numb and unable to think clearly.

"Hmm…why did you dress me up like this, so shamefully…" Yan Xiaoluo's voice was soft and delicate; hearing herself
speak so seductively, her face flushed crimson.

Duo Li couldn't contain himself any longer. He lifted Yan Xiaoluo's breasts and kneaded her lower half along the strip of cloth,
chuckling wickedly, "Little Yama, we need to continue subduing demons. These are just magical artifacts."

Zheng Ming sighed, "You also need to listen to us, your fellow disciples. If you only obey our master and not
us, you'll suffer."

The two were confident, not only having absolute faith in the First Monk, but also because the medicinal bath
contained not only herbs to restore strength but also something to keep women in a state of prolonged arousal. Over the years, once a woman
fell into the Xiangsi meditation room, she had never escaped their clutches.

The sensitive nipples were squeezed with pleasure, and Yan Xiaoluo nodded dazedly, "I am a Buddhist slave... I
will obey..."

"Haha, yes, yes, remember the Buddha's teachings, little Yama."

Zhengming patted Yan Xiaoluo's head as a reward, then stood in front of her, wrapping his arms around her soft,
boneless waist, his hard penis pressing against her lower abdomen, making it concave.

"Open your mouth and taste my Buddhist nectar."

At Zhengming's command, Yan Xiaoluo opened her cherry-like lips, then seemed a little lost. Zhengming simply
leaned forward and sucked on her soft lips. After kissing for a while, Yan Xiaoluo's breathing became
quite heavy, and she helplessly let her tongue be sucked away between her teeth, finally extending it to entwine with Zhengming's
.

Zhengming sucked on Yan Xiaoluo's small mouth with a "slurp," the two like a loving couple, intimately exchanging
saliva, but in the end Yan Xiaoluo always suffered, forced to swallow the mixture of their saliva.

Standing behind Yan Xiaoluo, Duoli swallowed enviously, then kneaded her
snow-white breasts, which were bound by strips of cloth , even more vigorously.

While tasting Yan Xiaoluo's small tongue, Zhengming pinched her round buttocks along her waist,
squeezing them forcefully in the middle.

Feeling the man's strength in her breasts and buttocks at the same time, Yan Xiaoluo became even more weak, her breathing rapid.

At this moment, Duoli pulled down his shorts, squatted down with his swaying spear,
and began licking Yan Xiaoluo's calves, following the incredibly graceful curves upwards, stopping at the inner thighs
, where his tongue desperately probed.

The kiss grew increasingly intense. Yan Xiaoluo, seemingly unwilling to be outdone, engaged in a passionate, intertwined kiss with Zhengming,
while Zhengming's hands roamed freely, caressing and kneading Yan Xiaoluo's buttocks and thighs. Yan Xiaoluo, unable to withstand such vigorous licking
and kneading, squeezed her legs tightly together, pressing the soft skin of her thighs even closer to Zhengming's face.
A tingling and itchy sensation washed over her simultaneously, causing her to nearly fall backward with a gasp.

"It's so itchy… um… stop licking… ah… ah…"

Yan Xiaoluo cupped Zhengming's head in her hands, her perfect long legs clamping tightly around Zhengming's face. Her
snow-white body, bound in three sections by black cloth, swayed back and forth like a snake, her tender vulva overflowing with lustful fluids, even flowing down to
the inside of her knees.

"She's truly exquisite. She's so obedient after just one dry stunt. With proper training, we'll never get tired of her."

"Tsk tsk, this perfect body...we need to have some fun with her. We were too hasty before, seeing such a
stunning beauty and immediately grabbing our guns, neglecting so many things," Duo Li said, standing up and whispering in Yan Xiaoluo's ear
, "We didn't even let the King of Hell have his fill, did we? But now we'll make you feel good. Come on, stick your ass
up."

Duo Li then massaged Yan Xiaoluo's shoulders, watching with satisfaction as she obediently bent over,
her thighs pressed together, her calves apart, her hands supporting her knees. Her rounded shoulder bones protruded slightly, golden light
spilling onto her smooth, arched back, subtly revealing the contours of her spine. The lines of her delicate body
gradually narrowed from her armpits, only becoming full again below her slender waist, forming a captivating peach-shaped buttock line.

Besides Yan Xiaoluo's curvaceous and exquisite back, her full, delicate breasts also perked up considerably due to this pose
, like peaches eagerly awaiting picking.

The two young monks gaped, marveling at Yan Xiaoluo's naturally perfect figure, while inwardly exclaiming with delight.
If she hadn't posed in this way, how could they have appreciated such a beautiful sight?

Zhengming couldn't help but reach out and push the black bodice up to her collarbone. Freed from restraint and pressure,
her two erect, snow-white breasts bounced up, crashing into Zhengming's palm.

"Mmm...uh-huh..." Yan Xiaoluo closed her eyes, enjoying the caress of his large hands.

Her fair, round breasts trembled like foam, the flesh clinging to the man's fingers, being swallowed deeper and deeper.
Having studied under him for several years, Zhengming was quite talented. He had learned most of the first monk's miraculous finger techniques,
more than enough to deal with women.

A wave of pleasure, like waves crashing against the shore, surged through her breasts. Yan Xiaoluo turned her head away shyly, her face
flushed with passion.

Duo Li gently stroked Yan Xiaoluo's buttocks, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of her hazy eyes, secretly
glancing at his penis, her expression filled with such longing.

Meeting her beautiful eyes, Duo Li was about to tease her when her luscious red lips
parted first, and she said coquettishly, "You... what are you looking at... I'll hit you..."

"Oh ho, you're turning the tables on me. It was clearly you who was looking at my big cock."

"Big... no..." Yan Xiaoluo quickly looked away, only to meet Zheng Ming's teasing gaze again, and could only lower her head. 　　"That's right, you weren't looking at a big cock, you were looking at the demon-subduing staff, the demon-subduing staff that Buddha Slave loves most." Zheng Ming's left and right hands
...

He alternately circled his hands, kneading Yan Xiaoluo's sensitive breasts.

"I'm a Buddha slave..." Yan Xiaoluo's eyes flickered.

Zhengming also pulled down his pants, continuing to add fuel to the fire: "You're a little Yama Buddha slave subdued by the Demon-Subduing Cudgel,
quickly touch your master's big cock, haha."

"I don't like that...it's so disgusting..." Yan Xiaoluo whispered, trying to argue, but her hand obediently moved over and
gently grasped Zhengming's penis, her eyes sparkling with desire.

"You want it, don't you? Look at your slutty face, still trying to argue."

He forcefully slapped Yan Xiaoluo's buttocks, and a blush immediately rose on her snow-white buttocks.

"Ah, no, no." Yan Xiaoluo quickly shook her head, hastily dropping the penis from her hand.

"Whether you're a little slut yearning to be subdued, I can tell just by looking."

Duo Li licked his lips, his gaze returning to the high, plump, jade-like buttocks. He greedily stared at
the perfect curves between the two beautiful buttocks, the soft, white skin seemingly radiating a jade-like glow, coupled with those exceptionally
long legs, truly making one's blood boil. Duo Li squatted down, slowly spreading the pink buttocks apart. At this moment, Yan Xiaoluo's vulva
was completely soaked, the glistening lustful fluid wetting the already sparse pubic hair, making Yan Xiaoluo's vulva look
like a delicious peach.

"The demon-subduing staff hasn't even entered the cave yet, and you're already like this. I've never seen such a slutty little witch like you. It seems even Master
hasn't been able to completely purify you."

"Nonsense... I'm not slutty... You forced me to..."

The aphrodisiac components in the medicinal bath had already seeped into her blood, and Yan Xiaoluo's rebuttal suddenly became somewhat coquettish, making the two
monks wish they could pin her down and fuck her hard right now.

"Hey, I forced you to, aren't you a slut, aren't you a little devil who gets aroused at the sight of the demon-slaying staff?" Duo Li
grabbed Yan Xiaoluo's soft thighs, guiding her to gently wiggle her fragrant buttocks, instantly causing a wave of flesh, the white, alluring
flesh dazzling to the eye.

"I...of course...I'm not..."

"So you don't want the demon-slaying staff anymore?"

"..."

"Hmph, not talking? Let's see how long you can keep up your stubbornness, you obstinate little slut!"

Duo Li couldn't hold back any longer, pouncing on Yan Xiaoluo's beautiful buttocks, tightly embracing them with both hands, his thin face
squeezing inch by inch into her buttocks, rubbing against her tender buttocks muscles, enjoying the delicate texture and amazing elasticity. Instantly, Yan Xiaoluo
excitedly raised her chin high, her jade buttocks twisting in rhythm with the hum of Duo Li, her petite body being lifted up
, her bent toes almost leaving the ground.

A long tongue darted through the delicate flesh, its tip finding the flower's lips, drawing sweet nectar
into Duoli's mouth. He parted Yan Xiaoluo's legs, lowering his head further between her thighs, gently
biting her already erect clitoris, tugging tenderly. Suddenly stimulated, Yan Xiaoluo screamed loudly
.

"Ah... um... it hurts... oh... but it feels so good... no... um... ah... ah... oh... I hate it
... ah ah... it's coming, it's coming..."

With Yan Xiaoluo's high-pitched moans, Duoli fiercely sucked on her entire vulva, his large mouth making a "slurping"
sound. The climax finally arrived, Yan Xiaoluo's tender vulva gushing out a large amount of vaginal fluid, which Duoli swallowed greedily
.

"Huff... huff... um..."

"How is it, Little King Yama, is it that good?" Zhengming grabbed Yan Xiaoluo's chest hard,
asking flirtatiously.

Only then did Yan Xiaolu realize that she had unknowingly grabbed Zhengming's hot penis again and
was unconsciously stroking it.

"This...this has nothing to do with me..."

"It's okay, I understand why you're so lewd. If you want this, kneel down."

Zhengming's words seemed to have a magical power. As he withdrew, Yan Xiaolu's legs went weak, and she knelt down
in front of his crotch.

Zhengming impatiently grabbed Yan Xiaolu's hair and pulled her lips to his penis, the large glans smearing
her lips. Yan Xiaolu looked up at Zhengming, then weakly grasped his penis with both hands, sticking out her small,
fragrant tongue to lick and kiss the purple glans, then opened her small mouth to try to accommodate the hard penis.

Yan Xiaolu knelt on the bed, her slender legs like two tender lotus roots, her insteps wrapped with silver threads, pressed against the bed surface.

Duo Li's eyes gleamed as he gazed at the delicate soles of her feet. He immediately lifted Yan Xiaoluo's calves, bringing her two crystal-clear
little feet close to his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and began to taste the exquisitely carved toes. Yan Xiaoluo leaned
forward, forced to swallow the engorged penis even deeper, her head being manipulated back and forth.

The candlelight in the room was dazzling, the autumn air oppressive. Yan Xiaoluo was once again on this huge bed, displaying a
shameful and lewd posture, being played with by the same two young monks.

As Duo Li bit Yan Xiaoluo's toes, he casually grabbed and caressed her slippery vulva, then placed his hand on
the inside of Yan Xiaoluo's soft thighs and stroked it.

The intense stimulation caused Yan Xiaoluo to instinctively arch her back. Duo Li's hands violently rubbed her delicate clitoris, causing her
vulva to spasm in waves. Duo Li felt her full labia sucking his
hand inward, and then a powerful gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, soaking his palm.

Yan Xiaoluo was drenched in sweat, and due to exhaustion after her orgasm, she collapsed limply onto Zheng Ming. Having been brought
to orgasm by the monk multiple times, she couldn't help but shed tears of grievance.

Zheng Ming rolled over, pinning Yan Xiaoluo to the bed, his penis pressing against the curve of her back, and thrusting into
her.

The close friction of flesh against flesh once again aroused Yan Xiaoluo's desire. She simply lay on the ground without resistance,
allowing Zheng Ming's large penis to remain firmly inserted in her tender vagina, slowly advancing.

"Little slut, move faster, the Buddha's Vajra is about to unleash its killing power!"

Zhengming, his penis rubbing against Yan Xiaoluo's supple waist, twisted and turned, grinding against the inner walls of her vagina,
his large glans pressing against her tender clitoris, all the while lewd laughter filling the air.

Yan Xiaoluo's vagina quickly became overflowing with vaginal fluid, unbearably itchy, but she seemed too embarrassed to actively use her buttocks to stimulate him
, so she could only gently twist her slender waist to increase friction with his penis, muttering in a pouty voice, "Ugh...it's happening again."
"...Ah...um...I hate you so much...oh...shameless..."

Zhengming continued with a lewd grin: "How is it shameless? Don't you want my demon-subduing rod
to move inside your cunt? Beg your master!"

Yan Xiaoluo was overwhelmed with shame, but her buttocks kept thrusting, and she cried out: "No...I don't want to...ah...move
...it hurts so much...insert me...please...um...master...give the little Yama demon-subduing rod..."

"Alright!"

Zhengming could no longer hold back. With a "smack," he grabbed Yan Xiaoluo's incredibly elastic buttocks and pulled her
body, thrusting quickly and urgently. His strong penis busily went in and out of Yan Xiaoluo's honey hole, the water droplets covering
the entire large penis, even the scrotum was dripping wet.

A bright red penis, a snow-white jade buttock, a pair of incomparably long legs, and
smooth, fragrant shoulders reflecting the candlelight, this vivid and sensual carnal battle made the huge bed creak.

"You little slut, how's it going? Does the Vajra pestle feel good to you? Answer me!" Zhengming hugged
Yan Xiaoluo from behind, his hands kneading her flattened, full breasts with abandon, thrusting into her while forcing her
to answer.

"So good... ahh... my pussy feels so good... so strong... ah... um... ah... Little Yama feels so good..."

Yan Xiaoluo blushed and moaned a few times, her starry eyes half-closed, her fragrant body trembling.

Zhengming flipped her over again, bent her legs and pushed them towards her chest, leaning down and
thrusting his waist powerfully, licking her nipples and asking, "Hoo ah, purify your Buddhist fluid, do you want it?"

"Um... oh... um... yes... Buddhist fluid... so deep... ah... shoot inside... shoot for Little Yama... ah..." Yan Xiaoluo
grabbed Zhengming, panting, her nails digging deeply into his arms that supported his upper body.

Feeling the pain in his hands, Zhengming thrust even more fiercely, causing Yan Xiaoluo's ecstatic moans to linger for a long time
.

After Zhengming ejaculated all his hot semen into Yan Xiaoluo's trembling womb, before she could rest, Duoli swiftly
took over the battlefield.

Duoli lifted her beautiful, long, slender legs onto his shoulders, cradling Yan Xiaoluo's body in his arms, holding her in mid-
air as if holding a small toy. His thrusts became increasingly forceful, withdrawing only leaving the glans between her labia
, then plunging deeply into her soft, deep core. Yan Xiaoluo's eyes gradually became glazed, and her moans
grew increasingly uncontrollable.

"Ah...gently...so good...mmm...um...big cock...demon-slaying staff...ah..."

The two embraced tightly, Yan Xiaoluo's long, disheveled hair hanging down her back, her naked, petite body
swaying up and down as she was being fucked, the sounds of water splashing and flesh slapping constantly emanating from their point of union.

"Converting to Buddhism, are you happy?"

Duoli fucked her for a while, then put Yan Xiaoluo back on the bed, guiding her hand so she could grasp her breasts herself.

"Happy...I am a Buddhist slave...ah...master...fuck me hard...ah ah...um...fuck me to death...fuck little Yama...ah
...ah...so good...oh oh..." Yan Xiaoluo rubbed her breasts, no less gentle than before Zhengming.

With the assault of the penis, Yan Xiaoluo swayed her slender waist in pleasure, Duoli spread her thighs, then supported herself behind
her knees, thrusting forcefully. Between Yan Xiaoluo's soaking wet thighs, her taut pubic muscles were clearly defined,
making it obvious to anyone how hard she was working.

"I can't take it anymore... ah... um... let me go... ah ah... so full... um... ah..."

The purplish-red glans pressed hard against the tender flesh of her flower, grinding incessantly. Yan Xiaoluo felt
as if each withdrawal from Duoli was taking her soul with it, leaving her feeling incredibly empty. Naturally, she arched her slender waist,
chasing after Duoli's penis, not letting it leave, yet hoping for its return to bring a feeling of fullness.

"What a masterpiece, you slut, sucking so hard, how many men have you honed this under!"

Duoli, drenched in sweat, unconsciously increased his speed, each thrust tugging at Yan Xiaoluo's heartstrings
.

Only then did Yan Xiaoluo notice the enormous bronze mirror on the roof. Her watery, starry eyes slightly opened as she looked at
her reflection in the mirror, clearly showing her weak and submissive state, pinned down by Duoli. Her long, shapely
legs were forced to wrap around his back, while he continued to thrust against her body.

Duoli's thrusts grew faster and faster, the pleasure building in her vagina, causing Yan Xiaoluo's dazed mind
to tighten.

"No… ah… I don't know… my uterus feels so good… oh… big cock… ah…"

At this moment, Duoli also felt a surge of intense pleasure shooting to his head. No one could ignore the allure of the stunning beauty beneath him
. In the instant his ejaculation was about to begin, he quickly pressed hard against Yan Xiaoluo's cervix, his hands gripping
her waist to prevent withdrawal, only grinding his penis from side to side.

"The nectar is coming, let's fill you up!" Duoli shouted.

The intense pleasure caused Yan Xiaoluo's long-accumulated orgasm to finally erupt once more.

She gripped Duo Li's hair tightly with both hands, her toes clenched, her slender, supple waist arched upwards with all her might, her snow-
white legs clamped tightly together, and her love juices gushed out like a collapsed riverbank.

"Oh...ah...um...I'm coming...Little Yama is coming again...ahhh..."

A wave of overwhelming lust swept over every inch of Yan Xiaoluo's skin, her whole body trembled violently, turning a layer of blood
red, and her yin essence gushed out like a waterfall, rushing towards Duo Li's glans in her uterus, completely enveloping and washing it away.

"So good, I want more!"

Inside the incense room, the candlelight didn't go out until dawn. In the hazy sunlight, the three bodies were still entangled, Yan
Xiaoluo's body swaying, writhing ecstatically between the two monks, moaning incessantly.

[The End]

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