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　This then gave rise to all sorts of new sensational topics, and a bunch of inexplicable religious and social groups came to take advantage of the popularity.

　Well, Playboy even published a special issue on Tantric practice, and extremely rarely used a muscular naked man with his hands clasped together as the cover protagonist of this issue, rather than a voluptuous naked woman with a curvaceous figure - although this muscular naked man was riding on a plump naked woman: perhaps this is what the editors of Playboy understood as "The Carnal Prayer Mat" in their minds?

　Eastern Buddhism, once little known in the West, has now become a household name in Europe and America, thanks to the "Zen craze" brought about by the hippie movement and the "Tantric craze" fueled by the rise of supernatural powers. This cultural influx is unstoppable, with Buddhist temples and nunneries opening everywhere.

　However, many "Buddhist temples" are converted from brothels and nightclubs, and are run by brothel madams. I wonder if Buddha would cry or laugh if he saw this.

　As for the "Buddhist Studies Society" in universities, it has become a standard for young people's passion, almost like a rock band.

　Unfortunately, although the Buddhist faith has spread rapidly, the teachings of Prince of Lies, Cyric, remain lukewarm.

　Due to his lack of missionary experience, Firi did not combine the practice methods of the "Shiri Sutra" and the "Tantric Master" into one - in fact, he did not have the ability to adapt the practice methods himself, but simply instilled both of them to a group of "predestined people" at the same time.

　It seems as if the "Xirayu Sutra" has become a bonus to the "Tantric Heart Sutra".

　As a result, just like most of the unwelcome gifts in this world, the final destination is the trash can.

　While the cultivation methods of the "Tantric Master" have become very popular, the teachings of the Prince of Lies, Xirik, are only circulated in small circles.

　——There is no other way. By practicing to become a master of Tantra, even if it is a castrated version, one can master those exciting supernatural powers.

　But believing in the Prince of Lies, Xirik, cannot directly bring any obvious benefits to mortals, unless you can become a priest and master divine arts.

　As for the priest of the Prince of Lies, Xirik, not just anyone can play the role.

　To become a Dark Sun priest serving the Prince of Lies, one must first possess perception abilities far exceeding those of mortals. Next, one must be familiar with the teachings of the gods, at least to the level of a devout believer. Then, one must complete something that conforms to the teachings as proof of one's devotion to the gods.

　Finally, and most importantly, the new pastor must undergo a baptism ceremony!

　On Earth today, only Firi, a favored one of God who has his own system plug-in, can preside over such a ceremony.

　But Fili would not baptize anyone, not even Zoe, the fortune teller who was tricked by him into preaching and selling drugs, who did not become a pastor.

　——Because, as the monopoly holder of "I Am the Only One", he does not want any other source of supernatural power in the world that can threaten him.

　However, since believing in Xirik does not bring any direct benefits, fewer people are interested in it.

　What's even more ridiculous is that unlike the DnD world, where liches roam the land, legends abound, and gods reign supreme, the people of Earth, who have lived in a demon-free world for a long time, are deeply superstitious on the one hand, yet so lacking in reverence for the gods on the other, that they even dare to arbitrarily change the teachings!

　By the time he met Firi, Cyric, the Prince of Lies, had been reduced to a mere priesthood of lies. If you were to twist the narrative a bit, calling him the God of Mischief would make sense: that's how Firi introduced Cyric to his slave girls, allowing him to play pranks on them with impunity.

　For example, you plan to penetrate the back hole, and let the other person prepare physically and mentally, but in the end you still only penetrate the front hole...

　However, American amateur masters have been able to use their imagination to create many new tricks for "The Great Bodhisattva Xirik".

　For example, because the "Tantric Master" practiced joyful Zen, some people arbitrarily revered the "Great Bodhisattva Xirik" as the patron saint of prostitutes and nightclubs. Furthermore, given that the "Tantric Master" practiced methods that rejected homosexuality, some people arbitrarily added content such as "Young people should practice dual cultivation and avoid homosexuality," warning boys who desire superpowers not to distort their sexual orientation.

　Alas, I wonder if Cyric, the Prince of Lies, would find himself the patron saint of prostitutes and nightclubs, and the mortal enemy of all gays...

　Is Zi Yan furious that Earth's "Xirik followers" can even mistake the duties of their own gods?

　Or are you happy that you easily deceived an entire planet?

　Just as Fili was daydreaming about this, he suddenly felt a slight chill in his crotch.

　Then, the petite Kate came out from under the table naked, complaining breathlessly:

　"Master, why don't you sit properly? You're always moving around, making it difficult for me to bite you properly!"

　"Eh? Kate, it's obviously your bad oral skills and your lack of patience! When Juanita knelt down to give me a blowjob before, she was never as inattentive as you!"

　Fili immediately turned the tables, making Kate almost suffocate. After glaring at Fili angrily for a while, Kate crawled back under the table, knelt on her knees, grabbed Fili's still hard rod again, stuffed it into her cherry mouth, and sucked it again.

　Well, his pants weren't pulled down, because Fieri wasn't wearing any pants at all.

　After all, being surrounded by clean, curvy, and beautiful female bodies always makes the male owner, Fili, unable to control his rising desire.

　So, like the naked female slaves at home who had not worn clothes for several years, Fili was also naked at home.

　In this way, you can have sex whenever you want and lick her whenever you want, saving the trouble of putting on and taking off clothes.

　It can also prevent girls' delicate skin from being scratched by sharp-edged objects such as zippers, metal buttons, badges, etc. on clothes.

　As for why it was Kate who knelt under the table to give him a blowjob today, instead of the usual maid Juanita...

　That's because, at this moment, Juanita was lying on the dining table next to her, and the hostess Marita was smearing cream on her body!

　——Today is Juanita’s birthday.

　-

　Ah, I’m so hungry, my lower abdomen is so cold, and my neck is so stiff.

　Why is it that today is my birthday, but I have to be dragged up early in the morning to give myself an enema and then made into a human cake?

　What’s even more outrageous is that after I blew out the candles, everyone else got a share of the cake, but I couldn’t even have a single bite!

　Although the other female slaves in this harem also did this when they celebrated their birthdays, but today was my turn, and I still felt something was wrong!

　The lovely Juanita lay naked on the dining table, letting the hostess manipulate her. She didn't dare to move and could only stare blankly ahead.

　"Juanita, relax your anus, it's time to insert the candlestick!"

　Accompanied by the gentle voice of the mistress Marita, Juanita moaned vaguely, took a long breath, and waited for the most torturous moment.

　Then, a thin, cold wooden object was pushed deep into Juanita's rectum through the crack of her buttocks, causing her to shiver and twitch slightly, which dislocated the cream decorations and animal crackers on her little buttocks.

　"Oh, stop moving! The cookies are falling! You're such a naughty kid! You have to start over again."

　Marita, the hostess, complained as she leaned over, stretched out her pink tongue, and gently brushed Juanita's delicate skin, which was white and shiny. She licked off the deformed cream decoration, filled it with new cream, and placed new fruit slices on it.

　Next, Juanita felt a heavy sensation on her buttocks, apparently Marita had poked the candle up there.

　Fortunately, after making dozens of female body cakes, Marita has accumulated a lot of experience. She no longer directly inserts candles into the girl's body, letting the hot candle oil burn the "cake girl" and make her scream. Instead, she uses special candlesticks to hold the candles and insulate.

　Although the weight on my body increased greatly, it was still better than having my skin burned red.

　At this point, Juanita's birthday cake was completed - although the main part of the cake was herself.

　"Mmm, what a beautiful cake! My wife's cooking skills have improved again!"

　Fili came over with a camera in hand and praised with a smile, "As usual, let's take a photo together!"

　I have to say, this birthday cake is really delicious.

　Juanita, completely naked, lay motionless on the dining table covered with white linen. Her entire body, from back to buttocks, was covered in a thick layer of cream, dotted with colorful chocolates and candies. On each buttocks, a row of animal biscuits was placed, like a zoo...

　Her hair was also braided into a ball-shaped bun with a small cartoon sign that read "Happy Birthday" inserted on it.

　There was also an exquisite lotus-shaped candle holder that was deeply embedded in her body between her buttocks, holding a handmade scented candle.

　Because of the candlestick, the dripping hot wax was intercepted by the layers of petals of the "lotus" and did not burn her skin at all.

　If it were an ordinary birthday cake, it would usually not be cut and shared until the evening, but this was a cake of a living female body - it would be too much torture to let Juanita lie motionless on the dining table from morning to night.

　So after happily snapping some photos of the "living cake" and gathering around the dining table for a group photo, the women in the villa drew the curtains to create a dim environment, then lit the candles on Juanita's buttocks, clapped their hands, and sang "Happy Birthday."

　After singing "Happy Birthday to You", Marita took the candle from her butt, put it to Juanita's mouth, and asked her to blow it out.

　Then, all the women in the room rushed forward and pounced on Juanita who was made into a cake. No one needed any cutlery, just their fingers and tongues, and they quickly cleaned up all the cream, candies and cookies on Juanita's body.

　Finally, the rest of the girls licked the cream on their faces, fingers and hair.

　, contentedly surrounding their owner and going to watch TV.

　Only Isabelle and Alena, who were on their turn to wash the dishes today, had to clean up the mess.

　Isabelle wiped the table while Alena carried Juanita into the kitchen and dropped her into the sink. Then, as if washing dishes after dinner, she rinsed her with warm water and scrubbed the cream and syrup residue off her body with a soft cloth.

　"Wow, I'm so hungry. It's my birthday, but I didn't even get to eat a single bite of the cream or candy. I feel so wronged!"

　Juanita, sitting in the sink, was still stiff and numb, too lazy to move, but she still complained.

　"I'm sorry, we've used up all the cream, and eaten all the candies and cookies, so we didn't leave any for you to try."

　As Alena cleansed Juanita's delicate skin, she casually said, "You still have to wait two hours for lunch. Just bear with it."

　"Why am I the one who suffers the most even though it's my birthday?"

　Feeling some feeling finally returning to her arm, Juanita continued to complain while reaching out to touch her rumbling stomach.

　"Alas, who made us slaves? Joy always belongs to the master, and hard work belongs to the slave.

　Those "Tantra Masters" out there are so glorious, but as a Tantra Master, I only have a sore bottom every day..."

　Alena turned Juanita over and cleaned her butt, spitting along as she did so.

　——As the world's first "Tantric Master", Alena has been very regretful recently and feels that her practice has been in vain.

　According to Fili's preference, although the women in his house must be naked, the former slaves at least had slippers to protect their feet. But since Alena became a "Tantric Master", she must be completely naked, not even wearing shoes, and can only walk barefoot.

　However, Alena's various extraordinary abilities as the "Tantric Master" are of little use in this magical harem.

　On the contrary, because she can easily heal her body, her rectum is frequently used - because the anus cannot be restored after relaxation. So although Ferry is licentious, he is very restrained in treating his woman's buttocks and rarely uses it.

　However, since Alena has become a "Tantric Master" and can repair herself, the pipes at the back can be used freely without worrying about them breaking down.

　——You don’t have to use a whip directly. There are many other ways to play, such as installing a tail or a plug, and women can play with it too.

　However, even if Alena could heal the wound on her own, the pain would not go away even if she became a master of Tantra.

　But even if it hurts, what can Alena do? Isn't it just spreading her ass and letting the master fuck her?

　What Alena complained about more than the pain in her rectum was that she suddenly couldn't go out.

　——In the past, because Alena was tall and strong and had the best physical strength, when the hostess Marita went out shopping, she often asked Alena to wear a large military uniform and follow her to the supermarket in the city to buy things, or to the vegetable market to buy goods, as a short break from the life of staying at home.

　But now that Alena has become a "Tantric Master," she can't wear shoes and can't appear in public. When Marita wants to go shopping, she can only ask Isabelle or Camilla, who are of similar size, to wear her clothes and go out with her. Alena has been completely deprived of the right to enter the city.

　"Ah, Alena, are you showing off? You were still able to go out shopping regularly until this spring, but I've been caged naked for five years and still haven't seen the streets of Los Angeles with my own eyes. Oh, no, it hurts!!"

　Juanita said with a pout, causing Alena to scrub her with much more force.

　"Okay, Alena, why are you mad at Juanita? There are so many people in the world desperately practicing the techniques of the 'Tantric Master' these days. Soon there will be many transcendents going out barefoot or shirtless all day. And with the status of the 'Tantric Master', stores and restaurants certainly won't dare to turn these disheveled transcendents away. They'll have to change the rules. And then, you'll be able to go shopping again!"

　Isabelle, who had just finished wiping the table, came over to smooth things over. She puffed out her chest and approached Juanita, "Juanita, if you're really hungry, would you like to have a sip of my breast? My breasts are a little swollen..."

　"Then I'll start eating." Juanita grabbed Isabeli's breasts without any hesitation.

　However, just as a warm stream of liquid flowed into her mouth, Juanita felt a cramping pain in her lower abdomen. Then a hot stream of liquid gushed out of her body, pouring down like a diabetic insipidus, but unlike urine, it was a piercing red color.

　Seeing the blood flowing down her thigh and into the sink, Juanita was confused at first, and then she screamed in fear: "Blood! I'm bleeding! Help! What's wrong with me? Master, come and save me!"

　The next moment, Alena reacted and covered her mouth, then picked up another clean towel and wiped the blood off Juanita.

　"Don't be afraid, this is a normal physiological phenomenon! Congratulations, Juanita, from today on, you have completely transformed from a girl into a woman! And, according to the rules of our family, you will soon become a dairy cow!"

　Alena smiled and pinched her breasts, "I'm very curious,

　What would this little thing's milk taste like?"

　-

　"Juanita... just had her first period? That's great! I've always been worried about her health since she hasn't had her period at her age!"

　Looking at Juanita, whose crotch was wrapped in a towel as if it were a diaper, and with faint dark red marks seeping out, Fili was stunned at first, and then he showed a relieved smile - he would no longer feel guilty when sleeping with her in the future!

　Because Juanita is really old enough to eat! In the Middle Ages, girls could give birth after their first period!

　Considering that he is in an unforgivable evil anti-human organization, it is good that he has this bit of moral integrity.

　"Let Juanita have a good rest these few days and don't assign her any housework. Also, I'll prepare some nourishing foods for her to replenish her blood. Well, maybe I should make a few bottles of potions in this area? I remember there seems to be something similar in the Pink Book..."

　However, just as Firi was flipping through the Pink Book, hoping to get some good stuff, he saw an urgent news flash on TV: "Has a military coup taken place in Jakarta, the capital of Indonesia? Fierce fighting is still going on between the two sides, and BBC war correspondents are covering the scene."

　Huh? The September 30th coup that changed the course of Indonesian history didn't happen as planned, but instead erupted on October 5th?

　"Although there's no evidence, my guess is that this must be another case of our colleagues at the CIA causing trouble!"

　Looking at the scenes of Jakarta's street fighting with corpses strewn on the streets and flames rising into the sky on TV, Firi touched his chin and muttered.

　The author's words:

　On the evening of October 5, 1965, in Jakarta, the capital of Indonesia

　In the twilight of dusk, the old city of Jakarta, built in the 15th century with Fatahillah Square as its center, was full of explosions and flames.

　On the once bustling streets, bullets were flying, corpses were lying on the streets, military vehicles were running rampant on the roads, and fighter planes were swooping and roaring over the capital.

　Almost overnight, the peaceful and stable Southeast Asian metropolis of Jakarta, like Saigon in the past, became a battlefield of blood and fire, with gunshots, explosions and shouting everywhere. Corpses lying in pools of blood and the charred wreckage of cars could be seen everywhere.

　The citizens who were suddenly struck by the disaster were crying and running away in panic, dragging their children with them; the reporters who had caught the big news were excitedly snapping pictures on the streets.

　Even if the bullets that meant death flew past their scalps, it only made them feel more stimulated and excited.

　——Apart from the daring thrill-seeking professionals who are looking for death, who in peacetime in Europe and the United States likes to be a war correspondent?

　"The Presidential Palace has been breached, but President Sukarno and Lieutenant Colonel Untung (Commander of the Presidential Guard) are not inside!"