Whether it be for treasure or spiritual enlightenment, many once travelled this long-abandoned road that leads up into the mountains, now ruined by rockfalls and an abundance of weeds.

You seek whatever’s at the top, hoping to find something, anything to confirm the legends of the forgotten temple.

You crest a hill and find yourself at a small clearing, bordered on all sides by overgrown ruins of buildings once majestic in their grandeur. At the center rests an archway leading to what appears to be a well-kept courtyard... but something feels wrong here. A sense of foreboding hangs thickly in the air, as if this place has been tainted by malevolent forces...

You step through the archway and find yourself in a well-kept courtyard. The temple buildings surround you on all sides, their once proud facades crumbling under time's touch. At the center of the courtyard lies a small pond, its waters as clear as glass... but still, something feels terribly wrong here.

The surface of the water ripples softly, reflecting a blurry image of yourself back at you... but then something changes. It's as if someone or something else is there beneath the surface, watching you with malevolent intent...

As you lean in closer, tendrils of slime begin to creep up from beneath the surface of the pond, slithering over your hands and arms like cold, viscous snakes...

"Oh... It's just me..." a voice says quietly behind you. Spinning around, you see Hibisca standing there, looking far more worn down and haggard than she did before. "I've been watching you," she continues, eyes gleaming with an unsettling hunger. "I couldn't help but... be drawn to your presence."

The slime on your arms tightens, pulling you closer toward the monk as she takes a step forward. Her breasts heave with each labored breath, her nipples standing erect and hard against her robes.

"Come to me," she whispers seductively, beckoning you with one slimy hand. "Let me... show you what it feels like..."

With a lustful growl, Hibisca's slimy hand grabs your arm and pulls you closer, pressing her body against yours as she drags you toward the edge of the pond. She's surprisingly strong for someone who looks so frail, her muscles bunching and flexing beneath her robes. Once at the water's edge, she spins you around to face her, forcing your back against her chest.

The slime on her body envelops you, coating every inch of bare skin as her hands slide up under your clothes, massaging and squeezing your buttocks. "Let go," she whispers into your ear, the words thick with desire. "Give in to this... feel it..." Her warm breath tickles your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

A delighted moan escapes her lips as you grind your hips against hers, seeking release within her succulent folds. She wraps her strong legs around yours, locking you in place as she meets your every thrust with equal fervor. The slime between your skin only serves to heighten the sensation, increasing the friction and making each impact feel that much more intense. Her grip on your back tightens, nails digging into your flesh as her breath comes hot and fast against your neck.

"Yes... Like that..." she gasps, arching her back and lifting herself higher onto her toes. "Fuck me, my pet... Show me how much you want it..."