Summary
My touch starvation was flaring up, and my childhood friend had abandoned me on a deserted road.
I paid a small fortune online to hire a male companion.
I waited until dark. What arrived was a monk in red robes.
His hood was pulled so low that all I could see was a pale chin and a pair of impossibly vivid lips.
An unearthly chill washed over me.
I mistook him for the man I’d hired. The outfit had to be cosplay, something to make the experience more immersive.
“Quick, quick!” I called. “Please, touch me!”
The monk stopped. “Benefactor, I cannot. This humble monk is not yet—”
“Of age? You’re underage?” I took a step back, my overheated brain suddenly much clearer.
Absolutely not. Thirty thousand yuan was a lot to lose, but I wasn’t breaking the law.
“No.”
He raised a hand and slowly drew back his hood.
“I am not yet human.”












