Quickly Wear - FOD Extra 2

Chapter 13

Zhou Yunsheng had a strange smile. His right hand slowly moved upwards along the monk's shoulder, sliding from neck to ear, eventually creeping up the back of his head, and then suddenly pulled him forward, kissing his dry pale lips.

Zi Xuan was frightened, but before he could recover, his mouth was forced open by the other's smooth tongue. When the other was in his mouth, he licked his teeth and gums at a slow, yet light and intense pace.

Zi Xuan wanted to refuse, but with a slight movement of the tip of his tongue, he spontaneously responded back, chasing and playing with him, unable to stop. There was no room in his mind for Buddha, scriptures or masters. He could not think of anything but kissing the man.

Zhou Yunsheng was very satisfied with the monk's warm reaction. He pressed his palm on the back of his head to deepen the kiss. He wished he could reach into his stomach and eat him raw. As he kissed and kissed, he gradually left his lips and began to bite and suck on his earlobes, neck, clavicle, etc. His hands slid down, rubbing his strong pectoral muscles and solid flat abdomen, then wrapping around his already stiff giant, slowly moving and laughing.

"You have violated the No Lust discipline. If you go on, you should be in hell. "

Zi Xuan was startled awake for a moment, with a look of resistance in his eyes.

Zhou Yunsheng simply untied his trousers and let the huge hard object jump out. It has never been used before. The color was light and the shape was beautiful. The hole on the top dribbling down with white and cloudy fluid because of the unprecedented stimulation. The image was very obscene.

Zhou Yunsheng kept the idea of teasing the monk. He also took out his stiff masculine object and rubbed them together.

Perhaps because the person he was intimate with was the monk who should have no desire, he felt extremely emotional, thrusting back and forth and increasing the force of friction. While licking the monk's ear, he gasped, "Monk, do you know what we are doing? Do you feel good? Is it comfortable? Want more?"

Zi Xuan's forehead was bursting with blue veins. With the rhythm of his movements, Zi Xuan's cheeks became red. He obviously couldn't bear it.

How could he not know what he was doing? He wanted to speak with him, but he made him violate the No Lust discipline and be insulated from Buddhism. He intended to destroy him and let him endure forever in hell.

But strangely, he slowly gave up resistance in Zhou Yunsheng's arms. He dreamt that if this man was in hell, and if he could be entangled with his body every day, then hell would be a happier place than heaven.

Just when Zi Xuan intended to thoroughly compromise his principles, the man suddenly retreated. He took out his handkerchief, wiped the beautiful rod clean, locked it in his pants, and then moved away, disregarding Zi Xuan, who was still stiff, his rod reaching the navel.

"Are you leaving like this?" Zi Xuan's voice was hoarse and full of pain.

"It's not easy for you to practice. I thought about it, and decided to let you go." Zhou Yunsheng did not turn back around and waved his hand. He said he was letting go, But in his heart, he was planning on how to play with him next time.

He liked the monk's expression of sinking and floating in the sea of desire, clearly wanting to indulge, yet forewarning himself to be sober and restrained, and very much entangled with pain. He wanted to see how many times he could hold on.

Zi Xuan should have been relieved, but his painful Yang made him feel uneasy. Vigorous and genuine Qi came out of his Dantian uncontrollably, running rampant through his meridians. It hit the acupoints at once, helping him regain his freedom.

Before Zhou Yunsheng could finish putting on his clothes, he flew towards the man and confined him to his arms. He pressed the back of his head and gnawed wildly.

He was completely controlled by the devil, eyes also turning red. His mind echoed with the same sentence: Do not let me go, I want to fall into hell with you!

Zhou Yunsheng had only wanted to tease the monk and tear off his holy mask and had no intention to go till the end. This was in the wilderness, and at any moment, a large group of enemies may come to kill him. He would do it all in the open if his life wasn't at risk.

However, he never expected for the monk to actually break through the acupoints and suddenly rush over. He bit like a wild animal, without any rules, while still pressing the back of his head. He was not allowed to escape.

Zhou Yunsheng never had his guard up against his lover, so he stumbled and fell into a pool of semi-coagulated blood. The blood splashed, staining his cheeks like a red plum blossom.

He clearly smelled the foul scent of blood, but since it was splashed onto this man's beautiful and demonic face, it became fragrant. Zi Xuan's palms pressed on the man's shoulders, imprisoned the other's movements. Then, he came close to breathe in the scent of his whole body with an intoxicated expression. His red eyes, heavy breaths, and pitch black eyes told Zhou Yunsheng repeatedly that he had gone mad.

"You smell delicious." Zi Xuan, with a strange smile, squinted, "Are you going to leave me like that? Didn't you say you wanted to drag me to hell?"

Zhou Yunsheng took hold of his pulse gate and put in a trace of Zhen Qi to quickly explore it. He said quickly, "Zi Xuan, you must calm down immediately, or you might burst and die! You're out of control." Seeing the other side's indifferently sneer, he broke free from his grasp, intending to press the other's acupoints again.

Zi Xuan had clearly suffered serious internal injuries, but the martial arts did not weaken under the counter-current of Zhen Qi. On the contrary, it shot up by twenty to thirty percent. He not only avoided the invisible air current, but also took the lead in forcing the man into his embrace.

Zhou Yunsheng was shocked and said, "Zi Xuan, don't play with fire. You are in a dangerous situation now."

He regretted what he did and knew that he should not have teased him for so long despite knowing that he might put the monk in danger.

Zi Xuan did not reply, but gave a sneer. His holy expression had been replaced by an evil aura.

He had not worn his clothes and trousers completely, and his rod sprang out, dripping slightly with slippery liquid, occasionally bouncing twice, apparently ready to go.

As he recollected the memories of the scenes of man-to-man intercourse in the brothel in his mind, he could not wait to untie the man's clothes. After several times, he failed to untie them so he simply tore them all with internal force.

Zhou Yunsheng would never refuse his lover's pleasure, but this time it was different. If he let him do as he pleases and doesn't hurry to help his lover channel his Qi, he's likely to die halfway through. His desire would make the uncontrolled Qi even more violent.

"Zi Xuan, listen to me, you must stop..."

But before he could complete speaking, Zi Xuan hit the man's mute acupuncture point and gasped, "You're so noisy. It's you who said you were going to drag me to hell, and it's you who said you are going to let me go. What on earth are you going to do? But you were right. We can't go back now. "

As he gnawed at the man's adam's apple, he stroked his long, flexible body.