Chapter 1 — At the Mountain Temple with My Husband’s Friend (2) (1)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

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There was only one difference from the day before. When the monk lowered his robe pants, his cock revealed itself—fully erect. It looked nothing like it had the previous day. It was enormous, thick as a child's forearm. That massive shaft made my slit throb even more intensely than before.

As soon as the monk disappeared after finishing his urination ritual, I couldn't help myself—I had to masturbate right there on the spot. This had been happening every single day for several days now.

Then came that day. Once again, I lay naked on the temple floor, wearing nothing but a sheer traditional Korean robe barely covering my body. I was deep in treatment, mentally replaying the image of thick streams of urine gushing from the tip of the monk's huge cock, splashing down onto the ground.

Midway through the session, the monk suddenly spoke.

"Madam, neurotic mental disorders require resolving inner conflicts."

"Inner conflicts?"

"Hesitating over what you truly want… or suppressing your desires, agonizing over them—that sort of thing."

I had a faint idea what he was hinting at. Wasn't he suggesting that he should stop hesitating about burying his cock inside my slit and just release his lust? I asked him directly.

"If I don't release those desires… will my illness never heal?"

"That's right. It would be difficult. If such a desire exists—even right now—you must release it, no matter what it is."

My suspicion was confirmed. But I still couldn't bring myself to say aloud: My desire is to have your cock buried deep inside me. Please, put it in me.

"Master… what if that desire is immoral?"

"Even then, you must act on it. If you see fulfilling that desire as part of your healing process, then it cannot be considered immoral."

I didn't wait for him to finish. I reached toward the space between his crossed legs. Through his robes, I grabbed his cock. It was already rock-hard.

The monk gently caught my hand, pushing it away slightly. "Wait…" Then he stood up and removed all his clothes. I followed, slipping off the flimsy mesh traditional Korean robe that might as well have already been gone.

He kissed my lips. His tongue slipped into my mouth the moment my lips parted instinctively. Slowly, deliberately, he swirled it around. I savored every movement. My body responded in unexpected places—my pussy twitched open, pulsing wildly.

When he pulled his tongue out, he moved it to my ear. He licked every crevice of the outer shell, then blew warm breath into my ear canal. I couldn't suppress a moan.

"Uh… ah! Haa… I don't know…"

His caresses traveled from my ear down my neck, across my shoulders—never pausing, growing more intense. He used his hands too. One cupped my breast while his lips sucked the other, teasing the nipple with flicks of his tongue.

His mouth kept descending lower. When his lips hovered just below my navel, my entire body arched involuntarily, twisting like a coiled spring. With each passing second, the tension grew sharper, the convulsions deeper.

Suddenly, he stopped everything.

He spread my legs wide and knelt between them. Pulling me closer, he drew my thighs over his own. I opened myself wider, instinctively. Another moan escaped me.

"Ah!… What am I doing… Ah, ughhh!"

The monk groaned too, his voice thick with lust.

"Haa hah! These pubic curls! Incredible… even near the anus… so thick, so wild—black and lush! A magnificent sight!"

His fingers touched my vulva, then slowly pried open the outer lips. He was spreading my pussy wide. The swollen inner folds flushed red, the hairy entrance gaping along with them.

He extended his tongue and ran it slowly, deeply, up and down the slit of my cleft. My thighs and buttocks trembled violently.

"Aaah~ Huh!… Ah, yes, yes… good, so good, Master! I feel so good…"

Moaning, I grabbed his shiny bald head with both hands and pulled it harder against my pussy. Another wave of pleasure surged through me.

"Hah! Hahh!… Haa huuu huuu… Master, you feel so good… I can't take it…"

He withdrew his tongue and instead pushed several fingers into my hairy slit.

"Hah… hugh!… Madam, your pussy… it's sucking my fingers in…"

As he said this, his fingers began thrusting in and out. I spread my legs even wider, screaming.

"Ah, hhhk! Harder! Harder… faster, faster… Ah! Ah! Nghh huuu! Huhhh!…"

On the temple wall, the painted general glared down at us with furious eyes. Meanwhile, the Buddha statue continued to gaze upon us with eternal, gentle compassion.

The monk returned his mouth to my sex. He took my fully engorged clitoris between his lips and rolled it gently with his tongue. I began sobbing.

It was the first time I'd cried during sex in nearly a year. Before my husband developed erectile dysfunction, I often wept like this mid-coitus. That day, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

Then his tongue reached my back entrance.

"No! Not there… it's dirty… ugh! Ah, ah! I don't want that!"

Yet despite my words, I lifted my hips higher, offering myself more openly. I was helping him lick me there.

After lavishing attention on my puckered rosebud for a while, the monk brought the swollen head of his cock to my wet opening. He rubbed it slowly up and down my slit, then asked:

"How does it feel? Is it bigger than Sangsik's? Or smaller?"

He mentioned my husband's name to shame me. But I answered honestly.

"Hhh… M-master's… your cock is bigger… oh, so much bigger… hahaha hnngh!"

He asked again.

"Whose do you prefer? Does Sangsik's get hard well?"

"Yours… I prefer yours… so much better… a-and his… his does get hard too…"

He seemed to know about my husband's impotence.

The blunt tip of his cock slid up and down the slit, brushing against my throbbing clit. I couldn't bear it any longer. If he didn't plunge inside me soon, I would go mad.

"D-do it! Please, Master… please…"

"What should I do?"

"F-fuck me! Huhhhaa hnngh!"

"How?"

"P-put it in! Put your cock… your dick… into my pussy… I'm going insane, please!"

Still, he didn't push inside. He was a true professional. Suddenly, he pulled his cock away from my entrance and sat cross-legged beside me. This was the moment I encountered a level of perverse ecstasy I'd never known existed.

Calmly, he spoke to me.

"Madam, releasing suppressed desires all at once—with full intensity—is most effective for healing. Will you obey me completely?"

Instead of answering, I nodded.

He leaned forward, stretching his neck out.

"Stand up. Spread your legs and place my head between them."

Because he was leaning forward, his head was lower now.

I did exactly as he said. At that moment, I would've done anything he commanded—even crawled naked like a dog across the entire mountain. I was desperate. Without an orgasm, I felt I would lose my mind.

I stood, spread my legs wide, and guided his gleaming bald head between my thighs.

He raised his head slightly. I pressed my pussy down onto it, forcing tight contact.

Then, in that position, he began rotating his head. I twisted my hips in response, grinding my slit in circles. My pussy rubbed fiercely against his smooth, hairless skull.

My outer lips, inner folds, clit, and the very entrance of my hairy slit—all were scraped and stimulated by the friction of his bare scalp.

Even this brief stimulation brought me to orgasm.

"Haha, ughhh! Hah! Such a thing… I… I… hahaha! I think I'm dying…"