Poor Monk

Do you think, do I like you?

Neither the unfamiliar "Shen Benefactor" nor the humble "poor monk" was used. One used "you" and the other used "I", which clearly meant the meaning to the extreme, but Shen Du at this moment But more at a loss than ever before.

Even cold for no reason.

Hidden in the monk's ethereal voice was an extremely disturbing emotion, and it was also an emotion that made Shen Du suddenly add an ice cave.

He opened his mouth to give his answer:

You just like me, but you dare not admit it!

But in the next moment, the monk's light and light question rang out above the empty Buddhist hall: "Did you really see clearly?"

Did you really see clearly?

Shen Du really didn't know what he should see clearly.

The mixed internal force in his body almost tossed all the meridians in his body once again, trembling with pain, and for a moment he even thought deeply about why the monk stripped off his clothes.

Until the warm fingers fell on his back without warning.

Suddenly, it felt like an electric shock.

Shen Du trembled almost immediately: "What do you want to do?"

What responded to him was the silently slid finger, with a little callused finger that gently drew a line down his bead-like spine.

Shen Lili, who realized something was wrong, wanted to struggle.

However, he was firmly controlled by Shanzai, and he could hardly move at all. A warm air poured into his body along the sliding fingers, stirring up all the disobedient internal forces in his body, especially those that belonged to his body. Part of that mysterious technique!

There are ghosts!

There are ghosts in the exercises in the prayer beads!

Shen Du exploded almost immediately: "Smelly monk, you are a fucking planner—uh!"

The finger that was moving along his back had slipped into the tight hole behind him at some point, and it was sent in without any hesitation!

Shen Du hadn't finished swearing, but it was replaced by a sudden moan.

All the previous ominous premonitions came true at this moment, and the feeling of a foreign body invading Shuai behind him was so real that his mind immediately exploded with a "buzz".

Liuhe Shenjue did not occur, and he did not drink any Wangyou water. Today he is as awake as a monk.

But at this moment, he felt that the other party was crazy!

After being startled for a while, he immediately struggled violently.

But with his little strength, the monk didn't pay attention to it at all.It is impossible for Shen Du to have the same strength to compete with him even in his heyday, let alone this time?

He just suppressed his resistance calmly.

Then send your own fingers deeper.

Shen Du was not a person who liked men in the past, and almost all the sexual things he had had came from the backlash of Liuhe Shenjue.Except for the first few times, he had never felt like this in a waking state.

Strange and dangerous.

He didn't know what happened to Shanzai, and couldn't get out of his control, so he gritted his teeth and shouted at him, "Damn donkey, are you fucking crazy?"

"If you want to be seen, just scream."

Shanzai still lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, it seemed that it was effortless to suppress Shen Du, and he even felt that there was something wrong with what he was doing at the moment.

The dim light in the hall illuminated his cold silhouette, his face was partly in the light and partly in the darkness, like a god or a demon.

It's a pity that Shen Du can't see him at this moment.

He was just hit by that sentence, the blood in his whole body almost rushed to his face, the sudden sense of shame made him straighten his whole back, and even the whole body trembled uncontrollably .

However, he couldn't tell whether the trembling that swept through his whole body came from the excitement of doing such absurd things in the Buddhist hall with the door of the temple hidden, or from the added root. Twitching the spinning fingers little by little behind him...

The tight back hole has been stretched open by the penetrating fingers.

The inside of Shen Du's body was warm, but the monk's fingers were slightly cold. From the moment he entered, he subconsciously shrank for a while, clearly repelling his entry, but the expression was different. There was a strange, frivolous debauchery, as if welcome.

So the finger went deeper, deeper...

It was an intoxicating feeling.

Shen Du's rationality told him that he should refuse and resist, but no matter how many times his rationality clamored in his mind, it could not change the fact at the moment.

The one who was attacking him was someone he liked.

It is the monk he likes.

It is good.

"no, do not want……"

He almost put his face on the incense table, and what he smelled was the sandalwood incense in the Thousand Buddha Hall, which should be reassuring, but what overflowed from his throat was an almost weak request.

The weak always seem to be pitiful.

Shanzai's fingers penetrated deep into his body, touched his soft intestinal wall, pressed and squeezed deeper bit by bit, which caused him to tremble and tremble even more.

When she raised her eyes, she saw his posture at the moment.

Obviously without the main force of resistance, being pressed down on the incense table, struggling hard in front of the gods and Buddhas is nothing more than adding a kind of pleasure that is almost abusive to others.

Shen Du, who stripped off the oppressive and heavy robe, seemed to have lost all his sense of security, exposing all his fragility to the eyes of others.

The neck and spine form a line.

The fair body looks thin but is straight and delicate because of martial arts, the waistline is narrow, and the legs are strong and straight, but at the moment they are trembling, as if they are about to stand unsteadily.

The monk still wears a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, and every time his fingers move in and out, the Buddha head tassel at the end of the beads will touch the buttocks that are forced to lie down and turn up.

Shen Du could clearly feel it.

Feeling the movements of his well-articulated fingers in his body, the more they penetrated, the deeper they penetrated, the tight acupuncture points were gradually stretched, and gradually became softer

Also weak are his brain, his consciousness, his legs that are about to lose their feet...

No one can resist the sensation in the deepest part of the body.

Even if it was a semi-forced insult.

Under the unprecedented initiative of the monk, he fell down uncontrollably, but just playing with him gently, he was already deeply moved, and wanted him to go deeper and deeper!

Even the thing that was hanging in front of him gradually stood up in the process of the monk's development, disintegrating his already fragile resistance with the most authentic reaction.

It's just that he can't see anything.

You can neither see the expression of the other party at the moment, nor see the face of the other party at the moment, you can only use your body to feel every slightest movement of him.

However, the monk's movements are always unhurried. Although he is doing such things, he seems not in a hurry.

Two fingers were replaced by three fingers.

Little by little, he got used to the existence and entry and exit of foreign objects, until Shen Du's body was so weak that he almost fell off the incense table, he slowly withdrew his fingers.

The private place that was originally filled suddenly became empty, and the slow torment and torture seemed to recede.

But only for a moment.

In the next moment, something hot leaned against his buttocks, and the frightening temperature instantly brought back Shen Du's rationality.

"let me go!"

His voice had already become hoarse due to the high-pitched desire, even if he shouted with all his strength, it seemed that he had cast some deterrent force.

What's more, in front of the monk?

He barely paid any heed to the voice, held down his swaying waist, slowly straightened up, squeezed the narrow buttocks firmly and slowly, before it was too late to meet Shen Du's sudden emptiness. Another closed mouth was sent in.

The thick top immediately stretches this private place to the limit.

Such a size clearly cannot be swallowed no matter how you look at it, but the more the pillow wants to push it away, the more it can't resist its entry, and it actually gets deeper and deeper.

The folds and folds on the intestinal wall were completely stretched out, and his scalp was numb after he hadn't pushed it hard enough. It didn't have the effect of Wangyou water, and he could almost clearly feel every inch of himself being stretched. Explosion

The previous scolding instantly made him groan.

He couldn't stop trembling, his eyes were red, and the feeling of being filled by the giant captured his whole body bit by bit...

In the end, he devoted himself entirely.

Different temperatures blended together, and there was no gap between them, and the stimulation that penetrated to the deepest part made all his voices shatter.

What followed was a violent collision.

The monk didn't even take off his white monk's robe, it was still on his body intact, but the movements under him became more intense and heavy!

Every complete withdrawal will cause his intestinal wall to contract; every tentative entry will arouse his deepest trembling.

It was as if his entire soul had been captured by him.

He had to clenched his teeth to suppress the moan that was about to escape from his lips, but the violent impact shook his sight.

Shen Du felt a little blurry in front of his eyes.

But he could still see clearly: what was illuminated by the faint lights in the Hall of Thousand Buddhas was one Buddha statue after another, the countless Buddhas who are merciful to all living beings and majestic and inviolable!

And he-

Just at this moment, the most devout believers of all the Buddhas put on the incense table for offering to the Buddhas!

It was a complete and rebellious feeling, as if they were enemies of the gods and Buddhas, and it seemed that everything they did at this moment was being watched and examined by the gods and Buddhas...

Even if Shen Du doesn't believe in Buddhism, it is difficult to suppress the strange feeling in his heart at this moment.

Excessive stimulation made his body tense, and even his acupoints, which were being opened up and hit by the murder weapon, also tightened.

But the next moment, it was smashed away severely.

The root of the murder weapon collided with the bare buttocks, and the huge rhizome invaded his body forcefully, and there was a blushing and heartbeating sound in the hall.

The tender meat in the hole was rolled up by the forceful movement.

With the intensification of the impact and the deepening of the exploration, the depth of the back hole becomes softer and softer, and it turns into accommodating, enveloping, and even nostalgic for the fierce things that come in and out at that time, and when it is smashed in, it welcomes it, Adsorbed when it was pulled away, with the most primitive and natural greed.

For the first time, Shen Du clearly knew what it was like to be fucked.

The utensils in front of him were already tilted up high, and some transparent liquid had uncontrollably seeped out from the front, and hit the edge of the incense table again and again following the sharp thrust behind him.For a while, it was double-teamed by double pleasure.

"No, don't, monk..."

The red corners of his eyes were smudged with a touch of sensational wetness, Shen Du could hardly control his reaction at all, and he didn't even know what he was shouting at the moment.

In bed, the word "don't" has always had a different meaning, and all "don't" will eventually be exchanged for more violent violations and more overwhelming pleasure.

Shanzai actually couldn't understand the meaning hidden under his words, but from the moment he pressed Shen Du on the incense table, he never thought of stopping.

He grabbed his waist tightly and let him sink down.

The hard giant was like a branding iron, wedged into the man's body that was almost rotten into a puddle of mud, and hit certain sensitive points in one fell swoop.

At this moment, Shen Du's whole body trembled violently, and a sob suddenly came out of his throat, as if he was in extreme pain, but also in extreme joy.

It is very similar to a certain time in the day of Zhushe...

So in this position, he pulled out, drove straight in again, and slammed into it fiercely!

"what……"

Almost as expected, Shen Du's reaction became more and more violent, and the palm that was still struggling to resist had already firmly grasped the incense table, and the transparent nails even left a few marks on the hard red sandalwood.

The already weak legs were completely unable to stand.

He fell down like a puddle of mud in front of him, but before he fell, he was pushed up by the murder weapon again!

The two sensitive points on the chest rubbed against the lotus pattern carved on the incense table, and became red and swollen.

Shen Du's eyes became blurred, even his consciousness became chaotic, he only felt that he was sinking and floating with the huge waves like a small boat, wherever he went, he went there, sometimes it was cold, and sometimes it was hot.

"Ah, ah, hah..."

The sound that was almost unrestrained had a seductive vibrato under the successive impacts. He completely forgot who he was and what he was doing here tonight. All he could remember was the monk behind him, and the monk was kind, so he was almost unconscious He spread his legs further apart to get a deeper fuck from the huge thing that was whipping him hard.

One after the other, I made a ruthless push, faster and faster, and the pleasure it brought became more and more intensive.In this last moment, Shen Du couldn't make any complete sound from his throat, he was completely submerged in the torrent of excruciating pleasure, and was completely released in the almost suffocating emptiness.

At this moment, he is like a fish.

It was just picked up by someone, and it was still placed on the shore, dripping wet, and opened its mouth wide to seek the air from the outside world, trying to survive as if it was dying, even the hands and feet were convulsively cold.

There was already a scattered mess on the incense table, and his robe fell on the ground, and there were many traces of that mess.

Shen Du sank into that emptiness, unable to recover.

It wasn't until a hand stretched out, pinched his chin, and tightened it slightly forcefully, bringing a faint pain, that all the sensations slowly came back.

So I also felt that there was still a hard and hot giant in the hole behind me that had been softened by human fuck.

At this moment, Shen Du felt cold all over.

All the rationality that had been stripped away by the affair that almost killed him just now came back to his mind, making him realize clearly what was going on.

But he couldn't do anything, couldn't do anything.

This can be done like this, being pinched by the monk, he was forced to lift his weak neck, and also lifted his blurred vision.

He blinked.

Beads of sweat fell from his forehead, passed his eyelashes, and finally made his vision clear. The dim lights, the tall Buddha statue, and the shadows standing on both sides of the Buddha statue hidden in the darkness cylinder……

"buzz"

The moment Shen Du clearly saw the handwriting left on the cylinder, it was as if he had slapped him in the face.

The eight characters that have not been removed are undoubtedly the best counterattack at this moment.

Hui Seng is good, but only mediocre

His flushed face quickly turned pale, and all the evils he had done flooded into his mind at this moment, making his ears buzzing.

The monk looked at him almost in pity, and then slowly let go of his hand, and gradually withdrew the unreacted desire from his body.

He bent down and picked up the robe on the ground and put it on for him.

Then asked him with that calm and icy voice: "Shen Du, do you still think I like you?"

Do you think, do I like you?

Do you still think, do I like you?

They are clearly very similar sentences, even with only one word different, but the meanings they produce are very different.

Shen Du understood what he heard, and finally he laughed miserably, and with his palms that were almost exerting strength, he supported the edge of the incense table, managed to stand still, and turned to look at him.

So I saw-

Standing behind him is Shanzai, with a ruthless and lustless face, as if he hadn't been affected by the love affair just now, with a pair of warm eyes that are more clear.

A voice in his heart shouted frantically: I like it!you like me...

But I can't say it anyway.

Because reason had told him the cruelest answer, the tears in his eyes were about to roll down: "So, you don't love me, you just hate me."

The monk was silent, almost by default.

He still looked at him as if he was looking at the most miserable beings in the world, it was Shen Du's most familiar and most infatuated sympathy in the past, it seemed that by being looked at by such eyes, one could gain enlightenment and be liberated.

The slender fingers are only for him to slowly adjust the robe.

Shen Du just looked at him like this, as if he wanted to engrave him into his heart, the voice from his parched throat was hoarse and hesitant: "But monk, what do you think I am when you bully me like this?"

The fingers that tied the leather belt for him paused, Shanzai lowered his brows and eyes, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and after a while, he resumed the action just now, but he didn't raise his eyes to look at him.

Just said: "You are my crime and karma."

Shen Du couldn't remember how he walked out of the Thousand Buddha Hall, and he couldn't remember if he had said anything else to the monk at all, only when the cold wind blew his face that night, did he stop in a trance Another stumbling step.

It turned out that it hadn't gone very far.

The light reflected from the half-covered palace door behind him stretched his shadow under his feet, a solitary one.

He looked back, only to see the monk kneeling down in front of the compassionate Buddha, bowing his head deeply, reciting unknown scriptures with his eyes lowered.

It was a penitent gesture.

It was as if he was confessing his love and hatred, and confessing his desire and sin to the countless high places in the temple that cared for all living beings.

A solitary lamp illuminates his snow-white monk robe, but all the gods and Buddhas are in the dim light and shadow...

He wanted him to give up after all.

Why bother to be obsessed.

It's also why you are obsessed.

The monk is naturally a very good person, but he is a dying body, so what if he fulfills his dying wish?It was wrong from the start.

Let it go.

Shen Du heard a voice speaking in his heart.

Let him go, let yourself go too.

He is very good, but he is a bad person, neither worthy of his love nor able to bear his hatred.