In this world, no Woman can resist Hayato's temptation, not even Evil Spirits.
Hayato slowly walked in front of Yamada Yumi and placed one hand on her shoulder.
As Hayato slowly exerted force, Yamada Yumi seemed to lose her resistance.
After struggling between half-hearted refusal and acceptance, she chose to lower her head and accept her fate.
She wasn't thirsty, she just wanted Hayato to help her get revenge.
Yamada Yumi swallowed her saliva, convincing herself in her heart.
She looked up at Hayato, but her hair was grabbed by a large hand and forcefully pushed down.
"Satisfy This humble monk, and I will avenge you."
Hayato stood by the window, enjoying the beautiful starry sky as night fell.
Yamada Yumi's eyes widened, wanting to say something, but only a snoring sound came from her throat.
"How is Hayato still continuing?"
In Yamada Yumi's shocked and numb eyes, Hayato didn't rest for the entire night.
The newborn eastern sun broke through the darkness, and golden sunlight sprinkled upon Hayato.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Hayato felt that the suppressed anger in his heart had been partially released.
Suddenly, a feeling of being spied upon surged into Hayato's heart.
Hayato frowned, his gaze following the direction from which the feeling of being spied upon came, only to find that this gaze actually came from the courtyard next door.
However, when Hayato followed those spying eyes, he found nothing.
Hayato withdrew his gaze and turned to walk downstairs.
Behind him, Yamada Yumi's enchanting voice, as if enticing, came.
"Don't forget what Hayato promised me!"
The voice was cold, but it caused one's mind to wander.
Hayato's steps paused, his voice echoing in the corridor.
"What I promised, I will definitely do. You should think carefully about how you will be my slave then."
"Being my slave is not that easy."
Hayato's lips curved up, and that plump yet pale, tempting lip appeared in his mind.
Such a beautiful mouth, it's a bit of a waste to only use it for talking.
If it falls into Hayato's hands, more practical methods must be developed and fully utilized, that is the right way.
Who said a mouth must only be used for eating and talking?
"Hmph!"
"Say that after Hayato has done it!"
Yamada Yumi snorted coldly, but the unbearable scene from that night flashed through her mind.
Who could withstand a night of conquest from Hayato.
"I accidentally had so much fun that I forgot about returning to the Temple."
After leaving the room, Hayato checked the time.
Hayato realized that it was already eight o'clock in the morning without even noticing.
In other words, Hayato had been teaching Buddha Law on Yamada Yumi for at least seven or eight hours yesterday.
It was because Hayato had abundant energy that Hayato didn't feel the slightest bit tired, and even felt a sense of not being completely satisfied.
However, Hayato shouldn't be too excessive either.
After all, if cornered, even a rabbit will bite.
Knock, knock, knock!
Suddenly, the door was knocked.
"Who is it?"
Hayato, who had just changed clothes, frowned upon hearing the knocking.
Hayato opened the door.
Immediately, the figure of a Woman came into view.
A cascade of black waves of hair was casually draped over her shoulders.
A standard oval face, with soft and smooth facial lines, the corners of her eyes slightly upturned, revealing a hint of charm.
Below a high nose bridge was a cherry-like mouth, her lips red and full, the corners of her mouth always slightly upturned, carrying a hint of a captivating smile that was both there and not there.
Elegant eyeshadow and blush, paired with vibrant lipstick, made her whole person look both noble and charming.
A fitted dress, the cut of which perfectly accentuated her ample bust, slender waist, and perky hips.
Her exposed arms had delicate, fair skin, as if water could be squeezed out, and she was wearing a pair of exquisite high heels, making her long legs appear even more slender and straight.
Looking at her, the words 'dignified and serene' couldn't help but pop into one's mind.
And a tear mole at the corner of her eye added a few more hints of the charm only mature Madams possess to her gentle and generous temperament.
Hayato frowned, suddenly remembering that this wasn't the Madam living next door, the neighbor Hayato had met briefly yesterday?
Information about this Woman flashed through Hayato's mind, and a smile slowly appeared on Hayato's face, as Hayato casually asked as if to a friend.
"Madam, is something the matter?"
"It's a bit embarrassing to say."
Kurosaki Kuzuki reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, looking at the figure in front of her, inexplicably blushing a little.
She seemed to recall the perfect physique that had made her heart tremble with a single glance not long ago.
This Master, who looked thin and weak, how could Hayato have such a figure that made people blush and their hearts pound.
Although they had exchanged a few words before, the distance was too great, and the feeling wasn't very real.
But now, at such close proximity, the overwhelming masculine aura made Kurosaki Kuzuki's mind wander.
Her body even started to feel a bit strange.
Suppressing the strangeness in her body, Kurosaki Kuzuki looked to the side with her peripheral vision and said somewhat shyly.
"I want to move some things in the utility room, and I was hoping you could help."
"If Hayato doesn't have time, then never mind."
Asking a neighbor who had just moved in, and wasn't even familiar with, to help with this kind of thing.
For her, who didn't like to trouble others, she felt somewhat embarrassed in her heart.
However, she couldn't do this kind of thing by herself, and her husband and stepson weren't home, so she could only bother the neighbors around.
As for why she specifically sought out this new neighbor, she herself wasn't sure.
She just inexplicably knocked on Hayato's door.
By the time she reacted, the door was already open.
"Okay!"
Hayato didn't refuse upon hearing this; although Hayato planned to return to the Temple, this little bit of time wouldn't make a difference.
"Then I'm very grateful!"
Kurosaki Kuzuki happily bowed deeply, and the neckline of her dress naturally fell, revealing a glimpse of a white, creamy abyss.
The full hemispheres were squeezed into a flat line, appearing to be at least a large size, the third letter of the English alphabet or above.
Huh?
This Woman, it seems there's nothing inside.
Hayato raised his eyebrows, and thinking that this was Japan, Hayato was instantly not surprised.
After staying in this place for a long time, Hayato could encounter all sorts of bizarre things, and this scene was simply child's play.
What's more, Hayato was just leaving the house, not going out.
Isn't it normal to just put on a jacket?
Following behind Kurosaki Kuzuki, Hayato entered the room.
A small entrance hall, the floor was made of off-white tatami mats, soft and comfortable.
By the door was a wooden shoe cabinet, with slippers neatly placed on it, and a simple landscape painting hanging above.
An open-plan living room, dark wooden floors, a light blue tatami sofa in the center, paired with brightly colored throw pillows.
Opposite was a wall-mounted TV and a white TV cabinet, with decorations and family photos on the cabinet.
On one side was a large floor-to-ceiling window, with sunlight streaming through the white sheer curtains, a wooden tea table in front of the window, displaying tea sets and flowers.
Further inside was the dining room, with a wooden dining table and several chairs, exquisite tableware on a light blue tablecloth, and a Japanese painting on the wall.
At first glance, it was simple and comfortable.
"Come with me."
Kurosaki Kuzuki said in a low voice, leading Hayato to the storage room.
The storage room was filled with various items, and the thick dust indicated it hadn't been cleaned for a long time.
"There's a room next door that's been empty. I originally planned to furnish it later, but now, because of work, Daisuke needs a study, so we have to use it early."
Kurosaki Kuzuki explained.
With her hands clasped together, she blinked her eyes and looked at Hayato pleadingly.
"Daisuke is too busy with work. He can't get home until very late at night, so I can only trouble the Master."
Hisada Daisuke was the name of Kurosaki Kuzuki's husband.
Through the brief conversation just now, Hayato had also gotten a general idea of the situation in this beautiful neighbor's home.
Her husband was an employee of a certain company, considered part of the senior management.
Although she didn't know what his job was, he was indeed quite busy, and the earliest he could get home was after ten o'clock at night.
And he also had a son who was currently in school.
Of course, according to Kurosaki Kuzuki, she and her husband were in a second marriage, and the child was not her biological son.
He was her husband's stepson from his previous marriage.
However, perhaps because he felt that Kurosaki Kuzuki had taken his father away from his biological mother.
Her relationship with her stepson was not good.