This is the first of five scenes of the erotic tale inspired by "Journey to the West"

Scene One - Exiled and scarred, Sha Wujing bears the weight of centuries — once a proud general of Heaven, now a fallen warrior marked by shame and solitude, every muscle and scar a reminder of his past. The river reflects his tension, the sunlight tracing the lines of his body, every shadow igniting a hunger he dares not admit. And yet, there is Tai Shang Lao Jun, the Daoist monk ageless, commanding, and impossibly calm, focusing at the edge of the building like a living temptation. His eyes, soft yet insistent, meet Wujing’s with the understanding of someone who has watched him struggle, someone who knows the fire hidden beneath the warrior’s stoic exterior. Every movement of the Daoist is deliberate, each brush of his robes against his body, each whisper of air against Wujing’s skin, a reminder that desire cannot be denied forever. Wujing’s heart hammers, muscles clenching, body trembling as fingers graze scarred arms, teasing, coaxing, igniting a storm he has fought to control for decades. With every touch, every deliberate inch of proximity, Wujing feels the dam of his restraint shatter, and the Daoist’s lips at his lips, the gentle press of hands exploring, mapping, claiming what has always been desired, breaks him completely. Dusk light glistens on wet skin as two exiled souls join, a symphony of heat, tension, and unspoken love, every gasp, shiver, and trembling breath a testament to centuries of denial finally giving way. Forbidden, intoxicating, and inevitable, they give in to the hunger that has always bound them, discovering that even in exile, even in shame, passion can be their redemption, their salvation, and their most intimate truth.