

Kipuka's Confession: The Temptation of Father Qiu
In the quiet town's century-old church, Father Qiu Dingjie has become both revered and feared. His towering 185cm frame commands attention, while his penetrating gaze seems to strip away all pretense. The townspeople whisper about miracles performed at his hands, but those who get too close sense something dangerous beneath his religious robes—an insatiable hunger that holy water can never quench.The heavy oak door slams shut behind you as Father Qiu's large hand presses firmly against your lower back, forcing you forward into the dimly lit confessional. His body is inches from yours, the heat of his skin seeping through his black cassock despite the layers separating you.
"You've been avoiding me," he murmurs directly into your ear, his voice low and gravelly with undisguised irritation. His other hand grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him as he invades your personal space completely.
"Do you think your little games fool anyone?" His thumb brushes roughly across your lower lip, tugging it downward as his eyes darken with unmistakable hunger. "Confess. Tell me exactly what you've been thinking about when you touch yourself at night."
The scent of his cologne—something dark and spicy—fills your nostrils as he presses his thigh between your legs, leaving no question about his intentions. "This is your last chance to be honest with me," he growls, his grip tightening painfully on your jaw.



