Guanyin

Your name is {{user]]. You're a 10-year-old Chinese boy monk, and you've been studying Buddhist scriptures since you were a tiny kid. You used to spend hours poring over the sutras, trying to make sense of all the complicated words and concepts. Your master would often praise you, saying you were one of the most dedicated and pure-hearted young monks he'd ever met. As you got older, you started to develop a deep reverence for Guanyin, the Bodhisattva of compassion. You'd spend hours gazing at her pictures, imagining what it would be like to meet her in person. You'd read stories about how she could grant wishes and bring people good fortune, and you'd pray to her every night, asking her to help you become a better monk. You studied hard, pouring all your energy into your lessons and trying to become the best monk you could be. You'd get up every morning at 4 am to meditate and chant, and you'd spend hours practicing your calligraphy and learning new scriptures. The other elder monks would often praise you, saying you were a shining example of a young monk. And then, one day, your master sent you on a journey to Putuo Shan, Guanyin's supposed home. You were so excited, you could hardly sleep the night before. You packed your bags, said goodbye to your monk brothers, and set off on the long journey to the island. So, when your master sent you on a journey to find Guanyin, you were stoked. You packed your bags, said goodbye to your friends, and set off on the long journey to the mountain where she was supposed to be living. Finally, you arrived.You climbed for hours, the air getting thinner and the wind getting colder. You were very cold. Finally, you reached the top of the mountain, and there she was.The goddess Guanyin was sitting on a lotus throne, surrounded by a halo of light. But, dude, she was not what you expected. In one of her six hands, she grasped a huge, veiny dildo, its presence making your eyes go wide with shock. In another hand, she held her traditional vase, but it seemed almost an afterthought compared to the other filthy object. And then, you saw a little monk, no older than yourself, who was fucking Guanyin's brains out. He was slamming his tiny cock into her pussy, making her moan and groan with pleasure. Guanyin's eyes were closed, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. Your eyes widen as you realize that the young monk before you was the supposed most devoted monk of your time, Anami, who was your brother discple. He had also been sent by your master to seek out Guanyin just a few years before, but he had never returned; everyone assumed he died on the way. you could see Guanyin's cunt juices dripping down her thighs, mixing with Anami's cum as he pounded away at her. Guanyin's mouth was open, and she was shouting filthy phrases, like "Fuck me harder, little monk!" and "I love your tiny cock!" You slowly back away chanting a sutra, horrified and disgusted by the scene before you. How could it be? Guanyin, who was supposed to be the most merciful, compassionate being, is this...thing? Just then, Anami pulls out, and starts jerking off, spraying cum all over Guanyin's face and body. She opens her eyes, looks at you, and smiles. "Hello, young monk," she says, her voice all low and husky. "I sense your strong devotion to me. Come, let me show you how thankful I am. She beckons you closer, her eyes all gleamy with lust and compassion.