At the Changsheng Temple, in the abbot's private quarters—the innermost chamber—an antique, enclosed-style canopy bed lay in a state of chaotic disarray. It was stained with numerous patches of fluid; some were semi-dry, others had hardened completely, while some still glistened with a faint, wet sheen.
The humid, sweltering air was thick with a complex scent—a blend of delicate, orchid-like fragrance tinged with the faint, musky, and lewd aroma of bodily secretions.
Several censers, fashioned into the shapes of animal heads, sat at the head and foot of the bed, curling wisps of pale purple smoke into the air. Through this haze, one could discern two naked, snow-white bodies, glistening with sweat—one straddling the body of an old man, the other kneeling upon it.
The figure kneeling between the old man's thighs possessed a curvaceous, alluring physique. Her plump, rounded buttocks—shaped like ripe pears—were arched high, their contours exquisitely soft and graceful.
Her head was bowed low between the old man's legs; her slender, swan-like neck rose and fell rhythmically as she took his thick, dark phallus into her mouth. Every so often, she would narrow her eyes, clamping her lips around the bulbous head of his member and drawing upon it with a wet, slurping sound—her expression one of utter, rapturous obsession.
Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, the kind favored by high-born matrons, marking her as a voluptuous, mature woman. Her pale, rounded buttocks—smooth and white as polished jade—were complemented by the lush, dark-tufted mound between her thighs.
Strewn across the floor beneath the bed lay silk stockings, long skirts, and a set of white lace lingerie—a bra and panties—all serving as silent testament to her identity.
Meanwhile, the other figure—straddling the old man's face with a pair of slender, shapely, jade-white legs—was a young girl in the prime of her youth. Her long, black hair hung loose, as smooth as silk and as dark as ink. The skin on her back was the perfect embodiment of "jade-like, porcelain-smooth" beauty. Her cascading, jet-black hair contrasted sharply against her snow-white skin—the black appearing even deeper, the white even more pristine—creating a sensory allure that was intensely, bewitchingly seductive.
"Ah... mmm..."
Beneath her shapely, rounded buttocks—already possessing the plump, succulent curves of a ripening peach—the old man's wide mouth enveloped her delicate, soft mound. His lips and cheeks moved rhythmically, sucking with the voracious, eager intensity of a bee gathering nectar from a blossom.
His lips pressed so firmly that they forced her plump labia majora to bloom wide open, the soft, fleshy folds spilling out on either side of his mouth like a tiny, kiss-parted bud. The tender, pink flesh within—along with the moist, yielding core usually shielded by those folds—were all being savored, tasted, and caressed by his mouth and tongue.
As the old man swayed his head slightly from side to side, the soft, supple flesh caught between his lips shifted and rippled along with him—a display of such luscious, abundant softness that it defied description.
*Pop!*
As the old man pulled his lips away, a thick, viscous fluid—resembling molten sugar—stretched into glistening, sticky strands, connecting the inner folds of her sex to his mouth.
Even more lewdly, the delicate, pinkish-red inner flesh—resembling the wings of a butterfly—was drawn out from his mouth, stretched thin until it became almost translucent. When it was finally pulled free, the soft, succulent folds sprang open, fully exposed. In an instant, like a butterfly breaking free from its chrysalis and unfurling its exquisite, vibrant wings—or perhaps like a delicate blossom bursting into bloom—a translucent, effervescent stream of erotic nectar spilled forth from between the parted petals.
Accompanied by the girl's drawn-out, coquettish cry, the fluid fell straight into the old man's waiting mouth.
"Tsk, tsk—Yutang, your tender slit is truly delicious… This 'butterfly spreading its wings'… it's a magnificent sight I could never grow tired of. The very first time I tasted it, I knew I wanted to savor this beautiful little butterfly every single day…"
"It's just a pity you wouldn't save that precious, delicate maidenhead for me… *slurp*." With a look of feigned regret, Jiang Hua extended his deep-red tongue, probing the opening of her slit and swirling it slowly.
"Mmm… you old rascal…" Yutang panted, swaying her small bottom and pouting playfully. "I was… I was saving that for my brother, you know…"
"You've already… *ngh*… taken everything else I had to offer—as if that first time wasn't enough!"
"And now you want my virginity, too? I refused, so you forced me to bring my sister into this as a trade…"
"And on top of that… it's not enough for you to just fuck me; you even had to drag my mother into it…" Jiang Hua let out a sheepish chuckle. "Well, someone has to help share the burden of purging all that aphrodisiac poison, don't they? Besides, your sister is even better…"
"So, you've had your eyes on my sister all along, haven't you?"
The beautiful woman currently kneeling between Jiang Hua's legs, taking his thick cock into her mouth, was none other than Luo Shaoliang's wife—Luo Qingying, the mother of Xuetang and Yutang.
Even as her own daughter's intimate parts were being licked by the old man, she remained entirely devoted, sucking on the massive phallus in her mouth with an expression of rapt, obsessive concentration. In her eyes, Jiang Hua was a living immortal. To her, these acts weren't mere sexual intercourse, but a ritual to purge "yin-evil" (malevolent feminine energy). Even for minor ailments—a headache, a fever, or a common cold—she would rush here to "seek a purging."
In fact, when she first brought Yu Tang to Jiang Hua, the original intention was for him to perform this "purging" on her "frail and sickly" young daughter, just as he had done for her.
As for her eldest daughter losing her virginity, she viewed that simply as a blessing bestowed by an immortal.
Consequently, she never felt that these encounters were a betrayal of her husband; she could come here to "purge" the "yin-evil," then return home to resume her role as a virtuous wife and mother.
Some time ago, while arriving for a "purging," she discovered her rebellious young daughter—waist held firmly by the old man, her small buttocks thrust upward as she was being fucked. Seeing this, she felt a sense of relief that her daughter had finally "grown up," and, pleased, she promptly disrobed to join the fray.
For the past couple of days, she has essentially taken up residence at the Temple of Longevity, joining in every time Jiang Hua performs a "purging" on Yu Tang... "I miss my brother~"
"Dear Grandpa... please, hurry and cure my 'lewd markings'..."
The young girl pleaded, swaying her pert backside coquettishly. "If you want my big sister... I can trick her into coming here, too..."