The Lampwick Monk (3)

Chapter Three: The Monk's Magic Battle on the Tooth Bed, the Lady's Love Willingly Suffer Evil

? Busy with scriptures and poems, it's hard to understand each other, to find a place to be happy. Heartbroken beauties are all mistakes,
beauty is envied by youth. Through wind and rain, day and night, the lamp flickers, revealing a place of sorrow.
But if we meet, let's not be jealous, for longing is the road to sorrow.
(From "Right Tune: Butterfly Loves Flowers")

It is said that the monk with the lamp wick crawled into the quilt, and after a short while, he jumped out, still a tiny monk, only three inches tall.
The lady was overjoyed and placed him in a small bamboo cupboard. He said, "You'll stay here; you'll inevitably
move around ."

The little monk agreed. That day, the lady felt uneasy. She only looked forward to the sunset,
chatting and laughing .

The next day, when it was time to get the lamp, Nuanyu and the lady came upstairs with candles, instructing Nuanyu to sleep downstairs as usual
. The lady closed the upstairs door and opened the bamboo cabinet. The little monk leaped down, transforming into a
large monk eight feet tall.

The lady exclaimed, "You've transformed, let me have my way with you!"

Without further ado, she stripped naked and began to make a racket on Chun Cheng's breasts. Nuan Yu, hearing this from downstairs
, thought, "This little monk isn't just licking breasts, how come he sounds like an adult's feet?"

She climbed up, went upstairs, and listened intently. She heard the lady repeatedly calling out, "My darling, you're going to
kill your grandmother!"

Nuan Yu secretly chuckled, "Is this little monk my son?" Then she heard him say, "My dear, you're making me happy, you
're truly my husband."

Nuan Yu laughed, "The lady is going to marry the little monk again." Then came a series of racket sounds, a series of moaning and groaning,
and then a series of squeaking sounds like ducks quacking.

Nuan Yu laughed again, "Grandma's acting like a duck again." They continued until dawn.

Nuanyu thought to herself, "I also heard Master and Madam making love. It was only a short while, how come they've been doing it all night,
and it's still not over yet?" Although Nuanyu was young, she already knew a little about romance. She touched her lower abdomen and found some
white . She said, "Tch! Go to sleep!" It was just as the saying

goes: "One night's gathering yields three parts of conversation, but one cannot reveal one's whole heart.

" Meanwhile, the lady had been making love with the monk all night, and she was so intoxicated that she suddenly pressed
him down and said, "Sweetheart, bend down, I want to kiss you a few times before I talk to you." The monk obeyed and bent down.

The lady said, "My master will definitely be home tomorrow or the day after. When he's home, he keeps touching me and
my private parts. How can he let you drink my juices?"

The little monk said, "It's alright! I'll just lie by your breast and drink some of your juices when no one's around, then I won't be hungry."

The lady said, "Okay." After they finished speaking, they made love for a while longer. When dawn broke, they got up and washed themselves. From then on
, the monk shrank during the day and grew larger at night, making merry for two nights.

That day, Yang Guan'er returned. Upon entering, the lady and her elder sister hurriedly greeted him with a smile, saying, "How come you've been gone so many days,
leaving us all so lonely?" Nuanyu chuckled beside them, startling the lady, whose face turned bright red.

Yang Guan'er said, "I was supposed to return home on the eighteenth, but some news came out, so I stayed another day to watch the parade at the Six
Gates before finally setting off."

The lady asked, "What news? Come upstairs and tell us."

Yang Guan'er said, "Please come upstairs with me, Madam." After drinking tea, the lady inquired about the news again.

Yang Guan'er said, "Outside Suzhou City, there is a Dongting Mountain. On the mountain, there is a nunnery. In the nunnery
lives a white-faced nun, so everyone calls her the White Nun. She frequents the homes of wealthy families in the city. One day, she went to the home of the Wei family. When
Madam Wei saw her, she said that her daughter was skilled in needlework, calligraphy, painting, music, and chess. Madam Wei asked her to teach the young lady and to share a bed with
her . Little did she know that the nun was not a woman, but a monk who could seduce the young lady. She had been entangled with the young lady for over a year
, and had even seduced the two maids in the young lady's room."

At this point, Chang Gu went downstairs. Nuan Yu chuckled beside her. Madam Wei blushed and forced a smile,
asking , "What happened next?"

Yang Guan'er said, "Unexpectedly, one day, the Wei family saw the nun and seduced the young lady..." In the room, he pulled her down onto the bed,
ripped off her trousers, and thrust his whisk straight in.
Before he did, a small monk, seven or eight inches long, emerged. The official, Wei, was furious and beat him. He then went to the young lady's room to interrogate her. The two maids confessed everything
. Wei, fearing the scandal would spread, tried to cover it up, but the young lady, overcome with shame, hanged herself. Wei, unable to bear it any longer,
quickly sent the nun to the mansion. The monk was beaten fifty times, the nun thirty, and they were paraded through the six gates as a warning. I saw
that the two were truly beautiful; no wonder men and women were deceived by him.”

The lady said, “It must be sorcery. Please come upstairs for dinner.”

After a while, everyone ate. Yang, the official, went to bed with the lady, saying, “Madam, you have been celibate for a long time; I dare to flatter you to the best of my ability.
” But she remained unmoved, like a wooden bell on Mid-Autumn Festival.

Yang Guan'er said, "How strange! Why does your 'gate' seem so much more spacious?"

The lady replied, "Nonsense! There's a saying: 'If the mother isn't touched, she'll stink; if the testicles aren't touched, they'll itch.' It's clearly because yours is withered
, that you think mine is spacious. Wait a minute, since my period last month, I'm afraid I might be pregnant. You'd better
go sleep ; my health is important, don't bother me.

" Yang Guan'er agreed. The two inevitably embraced and went to sleep. That very night, the little monk
lay prone at her feet, not daring to move. At dawn, Yang Guan'er got up and said, "You go back to sleep; I'll go check in the study
." The lady agreed. The little monk jumped into her 'gate,' felt it was wet, and slipped inside. With thrusts and pounding
, the lady secretly felt pleasure. Fearing Yang Guan'er would come upstairs, they had to stop, and everyone went to rest. The lady also
got up to wash and dress, then hurried downstairs to help Yang Guan'er with household chores.

That evening, she said to Yang Guan'er, "I'm feeling a bit unwell, and my period hasn't come yet. You
should sleep in the study tonight!" Yang Guan'er agreed.

The lady hurriedly took a lamp upstairs, shut the door, and took off her trousers, preparing to have sex. She went closer and lifted the curtain,
only to an eight-foot-tall, naked monk, his nine-inch-long, three- or four-inch-thick whisk erect, sleeping there.
The lady was burning with desire, and without saying a word, she climbed on top of him, put the whisk on his head, and rubbed it. Her juices flowed incessantly,
soaking the monk's body. She wiped it with a handkerchief, then climbed down and began to receive her, continuing until four in the morning before finally falling
asleep.

The next morning, the monk was still smaller and lying in bed. The lady got up naked to relieve herself, opened the upstairs door, and
Yang Guan'er was already upstairs. The lady, not yet dressed, went to bed, and Yang Guan'er also sat on the bed, touching the monk with his hand.
"It looks like it's been done," Yang Guan'er said with a smile. The lady spat, and Yang Guan'er rummaged under the mat again,
pulling out a soaking wet silk handkerchief. The lady's face flushed red. Yang Guan'er, now even more suspicious, rummaged under the covers again
, finding a three-inch-long, dripping wet little monk figurine. He picked it up and threw it to the ground, making the monk
cry out. He picked it up again and started tearing at it, but the lady quickly snatched it away, saying, "It's made of lamp wick; I'm just playing with it."

Yang Guan'er said, "What kind of lamp wick can talk?"

The lady said, "Does that monk think he can mess with your wife?" Yang Guan'er tried to take it back, but couldn't
. He then slapped the lady's hand three or four times.

The lady said, "Don't be angry. Am I just trying to coax you?"

Yang Guan'er said, "From now on, I'll definitely come in to sleep."

What will happen next? Let's find out in the next chapter.

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