After being defrauded of all my savings by my best friend and my boyfriend, I lived on the streets of Bangkok and fainted in front of a ruined temple.
When I woke up, there was a bowl of hot porridge and a note on the bedside: "Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry." The handwriting was crooked, but it warmed my bones.
The person who saved me was a monk in red robes. He became a monk at the age of seven and practiced spiritual practice for 21 years. His eyes were as clean as a pool of clear water. He said everything was fate, but little did he know that from that day on, he started kissing me in my dreams.
He is a disciple of Buddhism, and I am a layman.
He fell in love with me, and I broke the rules for him.
Later, he took off his monk's robe and knelt in front of me: "I fell in love with you, and I am willing to return to secular life."
But our calamity has just begun.
**(Dual rape sadomasochism｜Monk×Businesswoman｜Taboo｜HE)**
