Adulterous monk

The sound of a bell at dawn pulled me from my slumber. Oh, it was just a dream. I groggily got out of bed, and without even dressing, went to the window and opened it. It's a habit of mine; breathing in the fresh morning air is good for my health.

The winter chill woke me up quite a bit.

"It's so cold, close the window," my senior brother said from bed.

"You're too lazy, get up quickly, remember to make the bed," I said. "The mayor and people from the province are coming to visit today, you can just watch TV in your room for a bit."

"Okay, anyway, I can't go out to meet anyone," my senior brother said, getting out of bed.

I smiled, then went to the bathroom to empty the phlegm accumulated last night and washed up.

"Master, breakfast is ready," a woman said as I left the room.

"Thank you, Benefactor Lu," I said, putting my hands together and chanting, "Amitabha~"

"Master, Secretary Wang just called, saying the mayor and people from the province will arrive at nine o'clock," she said.

“Oh, then please prepare accordingly,” I said.

“It’s all ready,” she said.

“Thank you, benefactor. You will surely be blessed by Buddha,” I said.

“Thank you, Master,” she said, and withdrew.

I am not a monk, I am a lama. Lamas and monks are similar; they both chant Buddhist scriptures, but lamas differ from monks in many ways. For example, clothing. Nowadays, anyone who shaves their head might be mistaken for a monk. But lamas are much more particular than monks, and their clothes are much more imposing. Lamas are mainly distributed in Inner Mongolia, Mongolia, and Tibet. I am currently in a small town in Inner Mongolia. The Lamaism of Inner Mongolia originated from Tibet. The herders on the grasslands still maintain a tradition: each couple should have three children. One of these children will be sent to become a lama. From a young age, I was very interested in lamas and monks because in novels and on television, monks and lamas possessed profound magical powers. However, I never intended to become a lama; becoming a lama was entirely out of necessity.

After graduating from high school, I went to an ordinary university, nothing special. One day, I threw a bottle out of my dorm room, and some damned guy happened to be walking by and got hit on the head. He deserved to die; a bottle hitting him on the head killed him. Coincidentally, he was also my rival in love. Although I had the thought of killing him, I didn't dare to act on it. Now, he's dead.

Many people know about our affair, so I'm the prime suspect. What to do? I packed my things that very night and returned to my hometown in Inner Mongolia

. Later, with the help of many relatives, I was sent to a famous local temple to become a monk. Eventually, I ended up in this small town, becoming its only lama. The town is located on the border of Hebei and Inner Mongolia, a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters. To develop tourism, the local government expanded a small temple in the mountains, and since I was the only lama in town, I was invited to work there.

During holidays, I would perform rituals, tell fortunes, and consecrate amulets. Gradually, more and more people came, and I became famous.

The government took great care of me, installing cable TV for me out of concern that I might be lonely. I wasn't interested in TV, but computers were another story, since I majored in computer science in college. Later, I managed to get a computer under the guise of exchanging Buddhist teachings with other like-minded people around the world.

The temple was quite large, so they found someone else to help me. But finding a woman was something I never expected. Her surname was Lu, I don't know her given name, I sometimes call her Sister-in-law Lu, but in formal situations I call her Benefactor.

According to what I heard, her entire family had perished in a fire, and she had no relatives. People in town said she was born with bad luck, a harbinger of misfortune. Later, the government arranged for her to work as a cleaner in the government compound, and strangely enough, a warehouse caught fire after only a month. So the government put her in the temple, saying they would use Buddhism to dispel her bad luck. She became the temple's handyman and cook.

Yesterday I received a notice that people from the province were coming to visit, and I had to go and receive them. Since the temple was completed, almost every month some leaders have come to visit, offer incense, and donate money. To be honest, I really dislike those guys. They could have used that money to build a few schools in impoverished mountain areas. Those leaders are even more idiots; they studied materialistic philosophy, but in the end, they have to convert to Buddhism and other religions. I

spent most of the day like this, having a vegetarian meal with those leaders before finally seeing them off.

I stood at the temple gate watching their backs disappear before returning to the temple. Back in my room, I found my senior brother watering the flowers. Seeing his back, a fire of desire immediately ignited within me. I immediately went behind him, lifted my robe, and rubbed my penis against his buttocks through his pants.

"Ugh... are they gone?" my senior brother said.

"Of course, otherwise how could I dare? Quick, help me, I can't take it anymore." I said, squatting down and lifting his robe higher, pulling down his pants. I buried my nose between his legs, inhaling the scent of his genitals that stimulated my desire.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the cleft of his vulva, while simultaneously pinching his buttocks hard with both hands.

"Ugh...you...you're so annoying...what if someone sees us? In broad daylight." My senior brother pressed my head down with both hands.

I released my lips and spread her legs wider. "Don't worry, nobody's around now. All the leaders are gone, and the onlookers are in the main hall. Aunt Lu is cleaning up there too." As I spoke, I pulled out my penis, the glans fully swollen, with a trace of clear liquid at the urethra.

She glared at me, then squatted down and rubbed my glans with her soft, white hands, then rubbed it against her face.

A tingling, numb sensation came from the glans. I took off her hat and threw it aside, then touched her bald scalp.

"Cold," she said, snatching the hat back and putting it on her head, then opening her mouth wide and taking my glans in, gently licking it with her tongue.

"That's fucking good," I said, uttering a remark completely out of character for me.

Upon hearing this, she immediately bit my glans hard with her teeth, and I forcefully pushed the glans down her throat. She held my buttocks with both hands. Seeing her nose almost touching my pubic hair, I felt an unusual excitement.

My senior brother, of course, was a woman; she was actually my girlfriend. As a lama who had only recently become a monk, I had no real interest in studying Buddhism. After being here for a while, I started thinking about my past, and almost every night I was consumed by lust. Later, I couldn't take it anymore, so I asked Secretary Wang from the government to find a prostitute in a hotel. My reason was simple: "sexual intercourse." This method of cultivation is recorded in Buddhist scriptures. Secretary Wang and I had a good relationship; I always remembered his kindness when there were donations at the temple and would save some for him.

Secretary Wang was very efficient; the next day he brought me a woman. After we had intercourse, I sent her back. But this wasn't a long-term solution; people would find out a lama going to prostitutes every day.

This is outrageous! I can't stay here anymore. Then I thought of my girlfriend, Wang Hong. She hadn't had a suitable job since graduating from university, and she was lazy like me, so I brought her here. She

only pretended to chant sutras for a while, and the rest of the time she had TV, computer, and whatever else she wanted to play, plus she got a considerable income every month. Of course, she agreed to such a good deal.

Getting her to stay in the temple long-term was a problem, but then I came up with a plan: have her be a fake lama. I cut her hair and found her a bigger dress to cover her breasts.

After some dressing up, she really looked convincing. We'd tell everyone that a fellow practitioner was here, and that way we could be together every day.

"Stop licking, or this thing will melt." I said, pulling my penis out of her mouth.

She stood up and pressed her hands against the windowsill.

I lifted her robe up to her back and stirred my fingers inside her vagina a few times; it quickly became wet. I dipped the head of my penis in her fluid and then forcefully pulled her buttocks apart with both hands.

"Plop~" My penis slid in smoothly.

I reached under her ribs with both hands, touching her full breasts through her monk's robe, while my lower body thrust in and out forcefully.

The "sizzle~" sound echoed in the room, and a pungent, fishy smell wafted from our genitals into my nostrils.

Her vagina was incredibly smooth, and the thrusting was exceptionally stimulating. Once my penis entered a woman's vagina, I didn't care about anything else. I didn't use the "nine shallow, one deep" method I'd seen online; I just thrust hard until I was exhausted.

Because I'd been busy all day, I felt my body couldn't take it after a short while. After a few rapid thrusts, my semen shot into her vagina without reservation.

"Phew~" I let out a long breath, pressing against her back, my penis still inside her warm, moist vagina.

"Ugh~ Why did it end so quickly? I wasn't satisfied yet," she said, swaying her body.

I kissed her on the cheek. "No way~ I've been busy all day, I don't have the energy."

"I don't care, you lick me~~ or I'll go out and report you for raping me," she said. "Okay, okay~~ what rape? It's more like adultery if it's consensual." I said, then squatted down and stuck my tongue into the spot where my penis had just been penetrating. Her genitals were already covered in a lot of fluid, and the taste was particularly strong. I closed my eyes and vigorously stirred my tongue inside her vagina.

"Mmm~~ mmm~~~" she moaned contentedly.

I put my lips to her vagina and sucked and licked until I finally brought her to orgasm. She swayed her body comfortably.

I stood up and kissed her lips, our tongues intertwined.

"Your tongue is salty," she said.

"That's your own taste," I said, carrying her to the bed. Then I lay down next to her and played with her breasts.

"I'm going home tomorrow," she suddenly said.

"Why? Isn't it nice here?" I said.

“I’ve been here for over half a year, I need to go home and visit,” she said, squeezing my penis.

“When are you coming back?” I asked.

“Probably in three or four days,” she said.

“Okay, you’d better hurry, otherwise I can’t take it here,” I said, rubbing my penis against her palm.

“Okay,” she said.

Without the woman, I felt like nothing mattered. After seeing Wang Hong off in the morning, I went back to my room, ate something simple, and went back to sleep. I was really tired yesterday, and I had to do a lot of bedroom activities last night. When I woke up again, it was already past three in the afternoon.

I got up, ate something simple, and then went to the main hall. In the center of the hall were three Buddha statues whose names I still don’t know. These Buddha statues looked kind and benevolent during the day, but they had a different feel in the afternoon.

I sat under the central Buddha statue, holding prayer beads, and started randomly chanting the scriptures I had invented. At this moment, Aunt Lu came in to clean the dust that had accumulated in the hall all day.

“Excuse me, Master, I’m sorry to disturb you,” she said very politely.

“It’s alright, please continue,” I said.

Aunt Lu wasn’t particularly attractive, but her body looked very robust from years of labor at the temple, especially her breasts. I always felt like those breasts had undergone a second puberty; they were even larger than my girlfriend’s. Even when Aunt Lu turned slightly, her breasts would sway, and my heart would pound. Perhaps because my girlfriend had just left, I paid special attention to Aunt Lu.

After cleaning, Aunt Lu lit several incense sticks in the incense burners of each Buddha statue and kowtowed several times with great devotion.

“Buddha blesses you, good people will be rewarded,” I said.

“Thank you, Master,” she said, standing up and leaving.

Actually, ever since I started using the lama identity as a cover for having affairs, I had thought about replacing Aunt Lu, but seeing that she was already over 30 and homeless, where could I replace her? Fortunately, Aunt Lu was quite self-disciplined; she just stayed obediently in her room at night, so for more than half a year, she hadn’t discovered my affair with Wang Hong.

After dinner, I played on the computer for a while, but it wasn't very interesting, so I went to the main hall. When I entered, I found Sister Lu already kneeling there.

"Sister Lu, oh, Benefactor Lu!" I called out. I actually hated my identity now; after being a lama for several years, even my way of speaking had changed.

"Oh, Master. You haven't rested yet?" she said, standing up and bowing to me.

"Are you still chanting scriptures here so late, benefactor?" I asked.

"Yes." She nodded, then her eyes lit up, as if she remembered something. "Master, I... I have something I want to ask you."

"Please speak," I said.

"Well... well... today I accidentally saw Master and your senior brother doing... doing..." she stammered.

I was startled when I heard this, and a layer of sweat immediately appeared on my bald head under my hat. I didn't expect that after hiding for so long, I would still be discovered. Suddenly, an idea came to me.

"Oh, this! Hahaha~" I laughed a few times, then chanted a Buddhist prayer. "Actually, my senior brother is just pretending. Her true identity is a devout Buddhist. She came here because of a family tragedy, determined to use Buddhism to resolve her misfortunes."

"Ah? So she's similar to me. But... but you..." Aunt Lu asked.

"Haven't you heard of the Buddhist practice of dual cultivation? I was transferring my vital energy to her through my mouth, hands, and even my genitals, to help her escape suffering sooner. And she came down the mountain this time to go back and verify the effects of Buddhism." I rambled on about what I'd read in novels.

"Oh. So that's how it is. Master, you're a living Buddha. Please help me!" She suddenly knelt on the ground.

"Please rise, benefactor. Why is this?" I asked.

"Master, you must know about my situation. I also want to get rid of all the misfortunes on me. Master, could you merge with me?" she pleaded.

"Ah? But..." I really hadn't expected to hear her say that. Wasn't this like a pie falling from the sky?

It was like the whole pie shop had fallen from the sky.

Although I was overjoyed, I couldn't fully show it. "Yes, it's possible, but this kind of cultivation method can't be completed in a day. That female benefactor also took half a year."

"It's alright, Master. A year, two years, it doesn't matter. I... I just want my bad luck to dissipate quickly." As she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

"Then... alright," I said.

"Thank you, Master." She kowtowed to me several times.

I reached out and helped her up, and then... she looked at me, and then began to take off her clothes. Soon she was standing naked in front of me.

I scrutinized her closely, surprised that her skin remained so fair despite working at the temple for years. My eyes naturally fell on her breasts; they were incredibly full, like ripe fruit, seemingly ready to fall off if left untouched. Her nipples were large, like grapes. Under the lamplight, her body seemed to glow.

I picked her up and placed her on the altar, then removed my hat and placed it over her face.

"Master! Please~" she said, spreading her legs.

Since things had come to this point, further politeness would be disrespectful. So, trembling, I reached out and began to caress her.

"Mmm!" She moaned the moment my fingers touched her, probably because she hadn't been touched by a man in a long time.

Her body was warm, and my hand immediately went to her full, drool-worthy breasts. I closed my eyes, savoring the smooth sensation on my fingers.

I gently licked one of her nipples with my tongue, and it immediately hardened, even the surrounding hair stood on end. Seeing those adorable nipples constantly tempting me, I opened my mouth and sucked on one.

Aunt Lu's body exuded a unique scent of middle-aged women, a scent that mingled with the aroma of her genitals and the cigarette smoke in the main hall. I inhaled greedily, snorting deeply.

"Mmm...mmm..." With each suck, her moans grew louder.

My other hand tentatively touched her other breast; she didn't resist, so I immediately began rubbing both hands haphazardly against her body.

I couldn't understand why a middle-aged woman, living in the mountains for so long and performing such a series of tasks every day, would have such a smooth body. Was it natural? Just as I was getting into it, I suddenly remembered—I was behaving like a lecher. Although I was, we were in the midst of "dual cultivation,"

so I cleared my throat, "Amitabha...benefactor, I'm about to take things further."

"Mmm, Master...please...please..." Her voice was full of longing.

I slowly kissed my way down her body, down to between her legs. The lights in the hall were so dim that I couldn't see her genitals clearly, but I could vaguely make out a lot of hair. I breathed in the slightly fishy, pungent scent, and then touched her genitals with my fingers.

Her labia were thick and felt incredibly elastic. I parted her labia and entered her warm vagina.

"Ah?" I exclaimed, because her vagina was so tight; it was practically a virgin's vagina.

"Master... wh... what's wrong?" Her voice became particularly magnetic.

"Your body has a unique structure; you must have been a noble person in your past life," I casually lied.

I withdrew my fingers and tasted them, then slowly unbuttoned my robe. Although the long, thick monk's robe was difficult to put on, it was quick to take off. I then lowered my head between her legs and licked her tender flesh with my tongue.

"Mmm..." she tried hard not to make too much noise.

“Amitabha Buddha~ Benefactor, please cry out if you wish. Before Buddha, all pretense is useless,” I said.

Hearing my words, her moans indeed grew slightly louder, and she was no longer motionless with her hands to the side. She placed her hands on her navel and gently pressed them.

Her genitals were already covered with a mixture of my saliva and her vaginal fluid. I straightened up and knelt on the offering table. I moved the hat covering her face up a bit, revealing her mouth.

I rubbed the head of my penis between her lips a few times, and she opened her mouth on her own. Thus, my penis successfully entered her mouth, rubbing against her tongue.

Her tongue clumsily licked the head of my penis left and right, completely unable to grasp the technique. I gently thrust my penis in and out, and soon her tongue followed the rhythm of my thrusts, slowly cooperating with me. At the same time, her hand reached to her genitals, her fingers moving in and out of her vagina.

In such a spacious hall, in front of three solemn Buddha statues, I was actually doing this kind of thing with a woman. If Buddha truly existed, he'd be furious that a guy would impersonate a lama to deceive women. Thinking about this made me even more excited.

"Let's begin," I said, stepping down from the altar and placing the prayer beads on her body.

"Mmm!" she nodded, spreading her legs wider.

I rubbed my glans between her pubic hairs a few times, finding the moist entrance. I thrust hard, my penis plunging in.

"Ahhhhhh!" she cried out, a scream that shook the heavens and earth. The sound echoed throughout the hall.

I cried out too, but my voice paled in comparison to hers. Her vagina was incredibly tight, practically a virgin's. My penis only penetrated to the glans; pushing further in was difficult.

"Mmm...ah...mmm..." she cried out each time I tried to thrust deeper, the pressure on my glans increasing. This pressure, combined with the pleasure from the friction, filled my entire body.

I slowly twisted my penis, and after several up-and-down and left-and-right movements, it finally penetrated quite a bit. It felt like being in a hot spring, all around me hot and moist. The thrusting made a sizzling sound, a double pleasure.

Her hands gripped my prayer beads tightly; when I pulled them away, they were covered in sweat. I picked up the beads and rubbed them against her nipples, one bead at a time. The feeling of watching her nipples being touched by the beads was exquisite.

I penetrated her vagina even harder; I could even feel her excitement. Her vagina was tightening and loosening, relentlessly tormenting my penis.

"Amitabha..." Even at this crucial moment, I didn't forget to chant a few Buddhist mantras.

"Master... I... I..." She suddenly arched her upper body and hugged me.

"It's okay, relax, relax~" I said, sticking my tongue into her mouth, and she immediately began to suck greedily.

I held the damp rosary beads and hovered them near her anus, then slowly pressed one bead into her anus. "Ah~~" she cried out in pain, probably because her anus had never been penetrated before. Before her cry had even stopped, I inserted another bead.

With each bead I inserted, her anus would clench tightly, causing her vagina to grip my penis tightly as well.

I tried to go at full speed, matching the rhythm to my thrusting frequency.

In this way, I quickly inserted more than twenty beads, then grabbed one end and forcefully pulled all twenty beads out.

"Ah~~~~~" she screamed as her vagina gripped my penis with unprecedented force. I instinctively thrust all the way to the end of her vagina, and then her vagina contracted both front and back, secreting more fluid that enveloped my penis.

At this moment, I could no longer control myself, and thick semen shot into her still contracting vagina.

I immediately pulled my penis out, then jumped onto the offering table and shoved it into her mouth. She sucked hard, swallowing all the remaining semen.

"Amitabha~~~" I said.

"Thank you, Master~" she said, a trace of semen dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

"You're welcome. This is only the first time. Did you have a feeling you've never experienced before?" I asked.

"Yes, I... I felt like I was flying," she said, wiping the semen from her mouth.

"That's right, that's the feeling of disaster, the feeling of suffering leaving the body. This is only a small part," I said.

"Then I'll have to trouble you again, Master~~" she said, putting on her clothes and about to kowtow to me.

I immediately helped her up. It seems I'll be a bit tired from now on.

When Wang Hong came back, I told her about it. She said I was taking advantage of Sister Lu, who didn't know what an orgasm felt like. I said it was a white lie, that women are pitiful without men.

Later, I often practiced dual cultivation, but after a while, I started practicing a new technique—triple cultivation.

(The End)

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