The hostel, tucked away in a corner of a crowded alley in a small Chinese city, was rotting like an old corpse. Li Wei crouched in his five-by-seven room. The ceiling fan was taking its final breaths, its rhythmic, mechanical groaning adding a haunting layer to the heavy silence. The air in the room was a thick soup of stale noodles, old sweat, and the stench of clothes that hadn't seen water in weeks.
Li Wei's eyes were glued to his laptop screen. The harsh blue light cast a sickly, pallid glow over his face. He was on an adult site. A video played—two bodies tangled, a chaotic mess of limbs. But there was no excitement on Li Wei's face; instead, beads of cold sweat stood out on his forehead. As the woman in the video looked into the camera and let out a sharp moan, Li Wei jerked his eyes shut, his entire body flinching.
His heart hammered against his ribs as if trying to tear through his chest.
Thump-thump-thump.
"Fuck..." he cursed through trembling lips.
He wasn't just shy around girls; he was terrified of them. Last week, when a girl at the canteen had accidentally brushed her arm against his elbow, Li Wei felt as though his soul would leave his body.
He spent the next three days vomiting, and his skin had broken out in red welts at the point of contact, as if someone had pressed a glowing ember against him.
To him, the touch of a woman was a fate worse than death. He was an eighteen-year-old boy in his prime, yet his masculinity was buried deep under the shackles of an all-consuming phobia.
That's when his gaze fell upon the parcel sitting on his desk—an item he had ordered from a bizarre forum on the dark web.
With shaking hands, he ripped the tape. From inside the cardboard box emerged a statue:
'The Super Hot Milk Goddess.'
Li Wei's breath hitched. The statue was made of stone, yet it was carved with such terrifying precision that it looked like living flesh. She was entirely nude. Her breasts were gargantuan, strained as if they might burst at any moment. But her face was the most disturbing part—her eyes were rolled completely back into her head, and her long, pink tongue was thrust out, hanging low.
He re-read the slip of paper that came with the statue. This was his last resort. The only way to kill this sickness, this castrating fear.
The Rules of the Ritual:
Every night, without the aid of videos, one must offer their seed onto the body of the Goddess while visualizing her. At the end, one must reclaim that offering by licking it clean from the Goddess's tongue.
"Am I really going to do this?" he whispered to himself, his voice cracking.
Li Wei locked his room door from the inside and checked the bolt twice. He slid his pants down. His hand moved, but in his mind, there wasn't a beautiful girl—only that cold, stone Goddess.
He closed his eyes. He imagined that the stone tongue wasn't licking his body, but licking away his fear. He began to lose control of his breathing. The suffocation of the room intensified. After a few minutes of desperate struggle, he let out a long, ragged groan and splattered his thick, white essence across the face of the statue and her protruding tongue.
The room fell silent once more. Only the sound of Li Wei's heavy gasping filled the air.
Now came the most revolting part.
He leaned his head down. The cold, mineral scent of the stone filled his nostrils. Before his eyes were the upturned, vacant eyes of the Goddess. He stuck his tongue out and began to slowly lick the salty, warm seed resting on the stone tongue.
A wave of nausea surged from his stomach, but he suppressed it. He licked every drop, reclaiming it. The statue's body now shimmered with his saliva and semen. He licked the entirety of her stone form clean, like an animal licking its own wounds.
When he was finished, his mouth tasted bitter and his dignity lay shattered on the floor. But there was no change in his system. He had expected a miracle, perhaps for his fear to evaporate instantly.
"Nothing changed," he muttered, spitting on the floor. "It's all bullshit."
But he didn't know that this was just the beginning. He had committed to doing this foul act for the next thirty days. Every night: the same filth, the same Goddess, and the same bitter taste.
But he was also confused…
In that stench-filled hostel room, the morning light stung like a curse. Li Wei lay on his bed, his eyes bloodshot. On the desk, the stone statue—the 'Super Hot Milk Goddess'—shimmered in the sunlight. The bitter taste from last night still clung to his tongue.
He looked at the statue. Its upturned eyes and protruding tongue seemed to mock him.
"Am I really going to do this filth again today?" he thought.
A wave of disgust and shame surged through him. He opened his laptop. To suppress the fear, he went back to porn sites. He played a video, but as soon as the girl on the screen took off her shirt, Li Wei's hand began to tremble. He was terrified even while watching porn. He felt that if he touched himself, the fear would consume him from the inside out.
"No... I have to go out. I need fresh air," he reassured himself.
He stepped out of the hostel. The afternoon crowd was surging onto the street. Li Wei walked pressed against the wall, avoiding every woman. His entire body was rigid with tension. Then, at a corner, a college girl coming from the opposite direction was so preoccupied talking on her phone that she didn't notice him.
Their shoulders brushed.
Just a moment of contact. But to Li Wei, it was like a massive electric shock.
"Aaghh!"
He screamed aloud and jerked back as if someone had burned him alive. Where the girl's shoulder had touched his clothes, he felt thousands of needles piercing him. He began to suffocate. His face turned pale blue, and he collapsed to his knees right there on the street, gasping like a maniac.
"Oh! I'm sorry! Are you okay?" The girl moved toward him, extending her hand to help.
"No! Stay away! Don't touch me!"
Li Wei shrieked like a madman. The veins in his forehead were about to burst. He squeezed his eyes shut. He felt like he was dying right then and there. His heart was hammering so fast he felt his ribs might snap.
People looked at him as if he were insane. He scrambled to his feet and ran. He didn't stop until he was inside his room with the door bolted.
He collapsed on the floor. Sweat was pouring from his clothes. His entire skin was burning. The girl's touch was spreading through his veins like venom.
"I can't live like this... I'll die like this," he began to sob.
His gaze fell upon the statue once more. The 'Super Hot Milk Goddess' was watching him with her stone smile. Li Wei understood. Being outside in the world meant facing death every moment. And the only way to escape that death was in the stone coldness of this statue.
Even if it was foul, even if he had to degrade himself, it was his only cure.
With trembling hands, he pulled the statue toward him. "I have to do this... I have to finish this."
His pants fell. His hand went to his member. This time, there was no shame in his eyes, only a desperate madness. He looked at those massive breasts and that protruding tongue.
"Goddess... save me. Free me from this fear."
He began to move his hand rapidly. The suffocation of the room turned into an erotic pressure. His body convulsed. And then, with a terrible groan, he splattered his white offering across the stone body.
He picked up the statue. The sight of his own semen on that protruding stone tongue made his throat tighten. But he closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. He began to lick that cold, rough stone tongue.
The taste was the same—salty, bitter, and warm. But this time, as he swallowed it, he felt the burning in his chest ease slightly. He drenched the Goddess's entire body with his saliva, licking every drop until it was gone.
Thirty days. He had to do this for thirty days. Today was the second day.