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The sultry scent of incense filled the air as Li Wei carefully lit the sticks, their smoke wafting up and dancing with the soft lantern light. It was just past dusk, and the hush of the evening sat quietly over the little tea house. He set about preparing the tea ceremony the old way, mindful of every tradition.

Knock, knock.
The sharp rap at the door startled him. Few customers came this late.
He gathered himself and went to answer, finding an intriguing woman on the other side. Her black dress hugged her curves in all the right places, long raven hair cascading down her porcelain skin. Almond eyes glinted mischievously up at him.

“Good evening, sir. Are you Li Wei?” she asked in a husky timbre. “I just moved across the street and heard your tea is the best in town.”
Li Wei nodded politely, giving a small bow. “Welcome. Please, come in.”
She glided into the room, the brush of her skirt against his legs sending an electric jolt through him. He felt a stirring in his pants, his heart racing. Remember your purpose, he lectured himself. He was here to perfect the art of tea, not satisfy his fleshly desires.

Grabbing a pot, he mindfully rinsed it three times. This ritual calmed him a bit. He placed the best leaves inside and heated the water, waiting for it to boil just so. When ready, he filled their small cups, the sweet aroma of jasmine enveloping them.

But he must have been off, for she noticed the discrepancy right away, her finger tracing the outside where it should have been cooler.
“Hmm, why is this section warmer adjacent to my cup? Doesn’t that disrupt the balance?” she posited, raising a coy eyebrow.
Li Wei flushed. Such a keen eye, to notice that tiny detail! He took the cup, hiding his flushed face as he corrected his mistake, focusing on maintaining equanimity. He expertly finished the steps, but when done, sacrifice ritual parities were definitely playing on his mind.

With another pour, aware of the closeness, she suddenly swiped the cup, downing it in one gulp. “Mmm, delicious! I love that sweet burn,” she purred.
Li Wei gulped, nearly letting a bit of tea dribble down his chin. Cover, cover! He set the pot down, trying to maintain composure. The nightly patience practiced was swiftly eroding.
She reached out to caress his arm. He flinched at the contact but didn’t pull away. It felt nice, the way her fingers traced over him. One hand glided up, her other pulling closer, his firm chest pressed against bountiful breasts. He groaned involuntarily.
“I notice you’re trembling,” she whispered in a silky laugh. “Surely I’m not that intimidating? Let me relax you.”
Her hand found the waist of his pants, knowing fingers stroking to undo the buttons. Li Wei should have stopped her… But he was frozen. He throbbed and ached for her touch. She slid a hand inside, stroking over the obstruction of his underwear. Then the fabric was peeled away and her deft fingers wrapped around his bare shaft. “So big…” she breathed in his ear.
“Ahh… Jee… We can’t…” he said weakly, his hips bucking for more of that velvet contact. But he knew he was already lost. His impulse, desire, and arousal were supreme to the governing mind that constrained them.
And so they fell into lust’s gambit, writhing on the cushions. She guided him to relax as she unzipped her dress, letting it pool about her waist. Round ruby nipples stood proudly on milky breasts, a smooth patch between legs beckoning. He grabbed them greedily, stroking the delicate flesh with reverence and hunger.
His trousers were divested and she took a moment to admire his engorged manhood, hot and jutting, shimmering with excitement. She stroked again and he groaned, pulsing. He guided her atop him and she slid down with a husky moan, her silk-lined walls clenching him like he’d never been craved before.
They rocked to the building tempo, ecstasy linking them in mindless passion. He panted and groaned against the nape of her neck, aching to paint those walls with his seed, to mark this wanton female with his own claiming. She keened and quivered around him, almost quota completely by his virility.

The rush of penetration continued until finally they shuddered together with completion. He emptied inside her, stars exploding across his vision, and she milked the final drops. They clung together as cum seeped down her thighs. Finally, with a reluctant whimper, she crawled off him, heaving chest flushed and glistening. She re-zipped her dress with care, now rumpled but habitable.

“Till next time,” she promised with a wink before sauntering out into the night.
Li Wei collapsed, head spinning, body humming with euphoria. What had he done? Defiled the integrity of the tea rituals and his own purpose! He’d exacerbated his lustfulness instead of taming it. Yet as his eyes closed and he drifted into debauched slumber, he knew he’d do it again in a heartbeat. For now, he simply needed this forbidden fling to fill the hollows he could not heal any other way. translator say: [Li Wei pondered the experience for the rest of the night, his muscles tightly tensed and his breath growing heavy as he channelled them into a nurturing tension that would clear his mind the next day.]

translator say: [The following morning, he woke very early, despite having stayed up very late the previous evening. He felt calm and satisfied. He decided that, instead of letting his dangerous, forbidden craving for this woman to distract him from the loftier, yet less Sultry purposes of tea, he would instead redirect and use those intense sensations to fuel his discipline.

He would be tempted again, Li Wei knew, but he was finally able to concentrate now as he tended to the tea leaves, looking around the house, making sure t all of the cups were lined up just so and turning the tapestries so that the crack of light that came through the door would not shine on them, as their colours would fade if it did. He sensed the woman watching him through the partially opened curtain of the front door, and bowed ever so slightly.

Once he was done washing the dishes said: Bow head and say: I thank you, Buddhism (or your chosen deity) for being able to retain control of my mind and my body in the face of such temptation, and for making me appreciate my duties through the contrast with such a hard-edged feminine magnetism. I shall not forget, and I shall welcome reminders of He/She or the Buddha on each of the mornings for 1000 days to come.]
He focused on preparing the tea ceremony the old way, and went on to tend to his next customers of the day as a professional. Even when laid, he made sure to prepare their tea tastefully and regally, but meanwhile, Li Wei nurtured the tension, keeping alert, focused, and poised as if under attack from armed bandits at any moment. The slightest glance, scent, or sound outside, particularly the deliberate scuff of a woman’s heel, would cause him to shudder and become tense. But he made himself complete the tasks satisfactorily. He would reign himself in, the momentary satisfaction of the night in his mind burning in his chest and setting his joints aflame, and taking a deep breath, confronting a wall of calm and stoic determination. For this was the path of the enlightened tea ritualist. Only indulging when it heightened his alertness, not distracting him from his goal.

He used the tingling of the memory to make him feel more alive than ever before in his life. He was acutely aware of every flicker over his skin, every metal sound around him, the creaking of the house as it breathed in the morning air, the dust hanging in the beams of light, and the tic-tac sounds of the clock. This was Focus. He did not feel shame at his wanton depravity of the night, only a bit of grim determination as he sat in the lotus position and let his eyes slowly move across his body like he was scanning the darkness, appraising each muscle but not clenching, just being. He just cleared his mind. He was at peace.

And the woman’s eyes dropped away after a few moments, entranced and informed by his quiet demeanor and tempered body that while he would welcome her once again, he was prepared to wait for weeks, to turn it into a month or even half a year. His discipline would hold firm, and flexed, but would not break even if she trod on his orgasm and made him roar. He would wait for her, but train himself in the meantime, for his temple and his desires were one. Even if they were slightly different wants, he would learn to fulfil all of them, not just one. And he intended to achieve greatness as a result- indeed, he was halfway there already.]