"Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, while practicing the profound Prajna Paramita, clearly saw that the five aggregates are empty, and thus transcended all suffering. Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Sensation, perception, mental formations, and consciousness are also like this..."
Hayato clasped his hands together and silently recited the Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita.
The restless nameless fire in his heart gradually subsided.
Seeing this, Kurosaki Masako's desire to win was instead aroused.
"I don't want to seduce the Master, I just want to lure the Evil Spirit out."
She found an excuse for herself in her heart. Looking at Hayato's delicate yet handsome face, Kurosaki Masako felt her whole body go weak and restless.
Ever since her husband's body had problems, she hadn't had contact with any member of the opposite sex for a long time.
There was no other way before, and coupled with Heiqi Jianci's strong possessiveness, he simply didn't allow her to have any contact with the opposite sex, so she gradually got used to it.
But this kind of thing is like a spring; the longer it is suppressed, the more violently it rebounds.
Before, when there were no men, she didn't feel anything.
Now, being in such close contact with a stranger of the opposite sex.
The hot male scent came rushing towards her, and Kurosaki Masako felt as if her whole body had lost strength.
Only one instinctive thought remained in her mind.
Get closer to this man.
"It's all to lure out the Evil Spirit..."
A thought flashed in Kurosaki Masako's mind, and her last bit of reserve was swallowed by the surging flame.
She was like someone who had been thirsty for more than ten years and was about to die of thirst.
And in her eyes, Hayato became that bottle of water that could quench her thirst.
Kurosaki Masako wrapped her arms around his broad back. Her burning body felt as if it had touched ice for a moment, and all her pores were opening up.
After a brief moment of satisfaction, the flame in her heart did not subside but became even more vigorous.
The Woman leaned in, breathing and licking greedily.
At first, she could maintain her rationality, but as her last bit of reason was lost, she tore at Hayato's monk's robe like a wild beast in heat.
"....."
Hayato, with his hands clasped and reciting buddha scriptures, looked at Kurosaki Masako, who was full of desire, and felt somewhat helpless.
Why did this Woman look even more thirsty than him?
Was it because she had been hungry for too long, and all the suppressed frustration had burst out in a swarm?
Dry wood and fierce fire, igniting at a touch.
Looking at Hayato, who stood firm and continued reciting scriptures calmly, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Kurosaki Masako's eyes.
She had already offered herself so proactively, yet this guy still looked completely unresponsive.
Hayakawa Rin didn't believe Hayato could really hold out.
Her fingers lightly brushed across her chest, and Kurosaki Masako pulled down her slip nightdress, revealing her tall, round snowy peaks wrapped in purple lace trim.
Then she slowly took off her ring and coiled up the hair that had fallen loose.
She knelt on the ground.
Hiss!
Hayato, who had been reciting buddha scriptures with his eyes closed, gasped and suddenly opened his eyes.
Looking down, seeing the coiled black hair so close, the surging Demon Subduing Power almost erupted.
Fortunately, his Buddha Law was profound, and after silently reciting the Heart Sutra several times, he forcefully stopped the violent Demon Subduing Power.
"Huh?"
Kurosaki Masako, who was working hard to lure the Evil Spirit, felt a change.
The Demon Subduing Power that was about to burst forth actually retreated.
Driven by competitiveness, she worked even harder to entice him.
Her awkward movements gradually became more skillful.
Hayato couldn't help it. To prevent the Evil Spirit from appearing, he didn't dare to focus too much attention on Kurosaki Masako.
He could only endure while feeling the changes around him.
"Still not coming out?"
Hayato was a little surprised.
This guy is quite able to endure.
It seemed that the punch he delivered earlier had indeed severely injured this Evil Spirit, making it dare not show itself now.
However, the Evil Spirit's thinking is chaotic, and even if it can forcefully restrain itself, there's a limit.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be an Evil Spirit.
He could feel fluctuations in the surrounding Yin energy, indicating that this Evil Spirit was now strongly suppressing its anger.
Just add a little more fuel, and he'll probably be lured out.
Thinking of this, Hayato directly pulled up Kurosaki Masako, who was kneeling on the ground.
Looking at those charming eyes that seemed to be dripping with moisture, Hayato inwardly called her a vixen.
"What's wrong?"
Kurosaki Masako subconsciously licked the corner of her mouth.
The scene of enchanting charm almost made Hayato's Vajra Pestle run wild.
Fortunately, his Buddha Law was profound, and he forcefully suppressed it.
Hayato didn't say much, afraid he couldn't resist and would fiercely subdue this vixen.
He lifted her by the waist, took her directly into the bedroom, and threw her onto the bed.
"Lie on your stomach!"
Hayato's voice was low, as if he was desperately enduring something.
Kurosaki Masako's expression was charming. Hearing this, she obediently turned around and lay face down with her back to Hayato.
Her smooth back was completely exposed before Hayato's eyes.
Her snow-white body was only simply covered by two pieces of dark purple lace fabric.
Her perfect waist-to-hip ratio was like a round gourd.
The dark purple fabric embedded in the white, plump curves created a strong visual impact with the intense contrast.
With her unintentional gentle swaying, Hayato could feel the astonishing attraction even through the mesh-like lace.