The Love Story Of Sun Moon Lake – A Tragedy
The Unseen Connection
The Love Story Of Sun Moon Lake – Mi and Jael were born on opposite sides of Sun Moon Lake in Nantou County, both members of the Thao tribe. Though the distance between them was short, the traditions that shaped their lives made it feel like an ocean apart. They had never spoken. They didn’t know each other’s names. And yet, the first time they saw each other would shift the path of both their lives.
It was a quiet, humid afternoon. The air hung thick with the scent of moss and still water. Jael was out on his father’s old fishing boat, drifting close to the northern shore where the trees reached low over the lake’s edge. He was tired, frustrated with the lack of fish, and about to pack up when something on the opposite side of the lake caught his eye.
A woman—barefoot, her long black hair shimmering like onyx—stood at the water’s edge. She knelt to rinse her hair in the lake, and for a moment, time stood still. Her every movement was slow and deliberate, unaware of the gaze fixed on her from across the water. Jael’s breath caught. She seemed completely at peace, unaware of how the wet fabric of her thin shirt clung to her body in the late afternoon sun, revealing the gentle curve of her breasts, the softness of her waist.
Her smile—casual, innocent, free of seduction—struck him harder than any storm ever could. She gave a small wave, like they had known each other in another life, and turned to leave. Her skirt moved with her, the fabric brushing against her thighs, offering him a glimpse of the shape beneath.
Jael didn’t know who she was, but he knew one thing immediately: he had to find her.
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Over the next few days, that image burned in his mind. The curve of her cheek, the glisten of water dripping from her hair, the way her hips shifted as she walked away. His heart ached with a strange mix of longing and fear. Why had he never seen her before? How could someone like her live just across the lake without his knowing?
Then he heard her name—Mi.
Mi was promised to a man twice her age, a tribal elder whose influence made him untouchable. Her future was already spoken for, her fate sealed by a tradition older than either of them. Jael felt sick at the thought. How could he walk away now? How could he ignore what he felt?
The tribe’s rules were clear: if he wanted to approach her, he would have to go through both their fathers, with the chief’s blessing. And Mi’s father would never allow her to marry someone like Jael—a young man with little status and no power.
Still, he couldn’t stay away.
Mi’s Distress
Days later, as he was delivering fish to an elder, he walked past the same spot by the lake and saw her again—this time crouched over a bundle of wet clothes, her eyes red. Her hair was tied loosely, and her hands moved slower than they should. She didn’t look up until he was nearly beside her.
“Hello,” he said gently.
She blinked, startled, then gave a small nod.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She didn’t answer right away. Then she said quietly, almost to herself, “How can I be okay when I have to marry someone I don’t love?”
Jael’s heart twisted. Her voice was soft, but the pain behind it was unmistakable. “I don’t want to do this,” she added, brushing a strand of wet hair from her cheek.
He stood there helplessly. He wanted to reach out, to tell her she wasn’t alone, to promise he’d find a way. But all he could do was watch her gather her clothes and walk away, shoulders hunched against the weight of what lay ahead.
A Chance Opportunity
It was a few weeks before Jael saw her again. The weather had turned. Storms rolled across the lake, turning the water dark and restless. That day, he was out late, far from the usual fishing grounds, trying his luck near the eastern cliffs—jagged, unwelcoming, and nearly always deserted. The sky cracked open without warning, and rain poured down in heavy sheets.
Jael rowed fast, trying to reach the shore before the wind flipped his boat. Waves slapped against the hull as he reached the rocks and scrambled out. Soaked and cold, he stumbled through the trees and spotted the mouth of a cave, barely visible behind tangled vines and rock.
He ducked inside, shivering, and peeled off his wet clothes. Thunder boomed overhead. He stood in the shadows, breathing hard, unaware that he wasn’t alone.
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Hidden Sanctuary
Further in the back of the cave was Mi, this was her hiding place, a sanctuary to escape the impending marriage and everything associated with it. More importantly, it was a place her parents couldn’t find her. Mi had started a small fire and was cooking some rice over it. She thought she saw movement at the entrance of the cave, then she saw Jael. She wondered at his incredibly chiseled body. Why do I have to marry an old man, she thought, when I could have someone like him, a man to love, look after, and give me everything a woman wants.
Unexpected Encounter
At that moment, Jael realized someone was in the cave. His luck was unbelievable when his eyes adjusted to the dark and he saw Mi. The gods had put them together, alone, with no elders watching. With a start, he realized he was naked and hurriedly began to dress, not wanting to scare her. He walked toward her and spoke softly, “Hello Mi.” “Please sit down,” she replied. He drew a deep breath and thought if he didn’t ask her to be his woman now, it might never happen.
Confessions of Love
Jael explained to Mi that he had asked about her, that he wanted her to be his wife. From the first moment he laid eyes on her, he had fallen truly and deeply in love. All he could think about was her exquisite beauty. Mi was overjoyed to hear those words and told him she felt the same way. Jael swept Mi up in his arms, kissing her passionately. She smelled so good and kissed him with such sweet longing that Jael couldn’t stop himself. He had to have her, right there and right then.
Unleashed Passion
Their passion for each other was incredible. Hungry lips and hands were everywhere, clothes disappeared, and two bodies entwined on the sandy floor of the cave. Mi had kept herself for marriage, like most girls of the tribe, but her desires were overwhelming. The first throes were passionate as Jael slipped his hard and erect penis into her virgin pussy. With a small but audible pop and a gasp, Mi’s hymen broke, and her virginity was lost forever. He drove his cock into her, and as his erotic hunger increased, so did Mi’s passion. Her juicy pussy quivered, and she came. As she climaxed, her canal throbbed, causing Jael to cum deeply inside her.
Newfound Desires
The whole act left Mi thinking about how Jael’s throbbing manhood had taken her to a place of pleasure and pain she had never felt before. It was incredible, the feelings he had given her. When he came, her femininity had clamped around him time and time again. He gave her everything he had, but now her desires had been sparked, and she wanted more. She mounted him, and he looked up at her in surprise. She slowly stroked his chest, and he sighed contentedly. She then went down on him, taking his now erect penis into her mouth.
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Intense Connection
In her mouth, she tasted her own cum and a metallic taste, likely from her virgin blood. It turned her on, and she took his cock deep into her mouth. Mi then straddled him again and pushed back, beginning to fuck him hard. Harder than before, she bounced up and down on his dick with pure lustful abandon. Harder and harder, making Jael groan in ecstasy. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, causing both of them to orgasm together. Exhausted, she lay down on his chest, and they both drifted off to sleep.
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Sun Moon Lake Storm
When they awoke, night had settled over the lake like a dark veil, and the storm still raged outside. Wind howled through the cracks in the cave walls, and rain beat against the stone like an urgent drum. Neither Mi nor Jael spoke for a while. They simply held each other, skin warm against skin, the fire reduced to soft orange embers. There was nowhere to go, and no one to answer to — not tonight.
They made love again, slower this time, not out of lust but of something deeper. Mi found herself studying Jael’s face as if trying to memorise every curve, every breath. Between the waves of pleasure and the moments of stillness, her thoughts swirled with doubt and desire. What if I fall pregnant? she wondered. How could I ever marry someone else while carrying his child? She pressed herself closer to him, not wanting to be touched by any man but him. He had made her feel alive in ways she never imagined.
Dilemma at Daybreak
When the sky began to lighten, they both knew reality was creeping back in. The sounds of the storm had eased, replaced by the slow drip of water from the rocky overhang. Outside, the lake was eerily calm. Neither of them wanted to leave, but they also knew they couldn’t stay. At some point, their absence would be noticed, and questions would be asked.
“Maybe we don’t go back,” Jael whispered. His voice was low and steady. “We could run. Disappear into the hills or across the water. No one has to know.”
Mi turned toward him, her eyes wide. The thought was wild, terrifying — and tempting. But where would they go? What would they live on? Would her family ever forgive her? And more urgently: what would happen to Jael if anyone found out?
“If they find out what we’ve done…” she said, not finishing the sentence. They both knew. The penalty could be death — for both of them.
Plans and Promises
They dressed in silence and wrapped the last of the cooked rice in a cloth. Mi’s eyes lingered on the ashes of the fire. She didn’t want to go home. She wanted to stay hidden here in the quiet, where everything made sense.
“If you go now,” Jael said, “you can say you got caught in the rain. Say you found a dry place and waited out the storm.”
Mi nodded, though her heart felt like it might crack. Jael reached out and took her hand.
“I will find a way,” he said. “We will not end here.”
She squeezed his hand back. “Meet me again. Tomorrow, same place. I’ll come.”
They embraced one last time, pressing their foreheads together. Then Mi stepped out into the wet grass and walked away without looking back.
Mi’s Return
By the time she reached her village, her feet were sore and her clothes damp again. Her parents stood waiting, worried but relieved.
“I waited out the storm,” she explained simply. “There was no safe way to come back.”
They believed her, or at least chose to. Her father seemed too preoccupied to question further.
“You’ll marry in a week,” he said while cleaning his tools. “He’s spoken to the elders. It’s done.”
Mi’s stomach turned. She forced a nod and went inside. Alone in her room, she asked her mother why things had to be this way — why she couldn’t choose the man she loved.
Her mother sighed and touched her cheek. “Because we are women,” she said softly. “And women do not choose. We accept.”
Mi said nothing. That night, she lay in her bed staring at the beams above, replaying every second in that cave — Jael’s breath against her skin, the firelight flickering over his chest, the sound of his voice calling her name. She would find him again. She had to.
Longing for Jael
That night, Mi lay restless beneath her thin blanket, her body still humming with the memory of Jael’s touch. Her thoughts swirled with confusion and desire. Why must I obey? she thought, staring at the wooden ceiling. Why must I be passed from one man to another like an item in trade? She clutched her pillow tightly, the tears slipping silently into the fabric. The feeling of Jael’s hands, his breath on her neck, his words whispered against her skin—none of it could be undone. She had been changed, fully and forever.
Another Meeting
Before the sun had fully lifted over the ridges, Mi crept out of her village. With quiet steps and a fast-beating heart, she followed the same narrow track along the water’s edge to the cave. There he was—waiting—his hair still damp from the lake, eyes full of longing. She ran to him without hesitation. Again, their lips met with urgency, and once more, the cave embraced them like a loyal friend. Mi felt no shame. She only felt the truth of her body, her heart, and the man who had awakened both.
Afterwards, lying skin to skin on the sandy floor, she turned to Jael. “I must leave now,” she whispered, panic returning to her voice. “If they suspect anything…”
“I’ll find a way,” Jael said. “I promise. We’ll be together.”
Fate’s Intervention
Later that day, dark clouds gathered quickly. Winds stirred the lake into an angry grey mirror. Villagers rushed to pull their boats ashore, but one man had not yet returned—Mi’s intended husband, the aging village elder. Jael, from the shore, saw the elder’s boat rocking violently near the open water. For a moment, he felt something dark stir in him. If the elder never returned, no one could stop their union.
As the storm raged into night, a damaged boat floated in without its oarsman. Word spread fast. Jael, feigning duty and concern, volunteered to search the shoreline. No one questioned his courage. He set out alone, wind slicing across his cheeks, rain lashing his chest.
Confrontation
He found the elder barely conscious on the far side of the lake, slumped near the rocks below the cave. The old man was soaked and shivering, his breath ragged. Jael knelt beside him, but not to help.
“I love Mi,” he said, voice low and steady. “You cannot have her. She isn’t meant for you.”
The elder coughed and tried to rise, but his limbs were weak.
“You think you can please her?” Jael hissed. “She’s already mine—body, soul, everything.”
The elder’s eyes burned with fury, and he lunged, but his strength failed him. Jael caught him easily, gripping him by the shoulders. His own heart thundered in his chest—not just from anger, but from a need to end this, here, now. In the silence between crashes of thunder, Jael pressed the elder’s face into the shallow water.
The struggle was brief. When the storm faded, only Jael remained standing.
The Funeral of the Elder
By morning, Jael returned with the elder’s body wrapped in his own cloak. The villagers wept and thanked him for his bravery. His story was simple: he had found the man too late.
“You’ve brought him home,” said the chief. “We owe you.”
Jael did not hesitate. “I ask only for Mi’s hand,” he said. “Let me honour him through her.”
There was silence. Then, a slow nod. The chief agreed. The wedding had already been planned. Now it would proceed—with Jael.
A New Beginning
One week later, the village gathered beneath the blossom trees to witness the union. Mi’s hair was braided with ribbons, her dress pure white linen. She walked toward Jael with steady steps and shining eyes.
That night, they did not return to the village home prepared for them. Instead, hand in hand, they went back to the cave—their true home. They lay together beneath the stars, no longer secret, no longer stolen. They belonged to each other completely now.
Eight and a half months later, Mi gave birth to a son. No one questioned the timing. He had Jael’s strong jaw and Mi’s dark, curious eyes. The villagers called him a child of the lake, blessed by the storm gods.
Only Jael and Mi knew the full truth. Only they knew the price that had been paid.
And Jael never spoke of the elder again.
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