Looking at Sano Chiho, who was genuinely angry with her hands on her hips.
Hayato scratched his head and withdrew his gaze.
His expression also became serious.
"I don't have any Woman's clothes here either."
"If Aunt Chiho doesn't mind, you can wear some of my old clothes."
What kind of place was this?
Yakushi Temple!
Where would there be Woman's clothes?
He wasn't a cross-dresser either.
Sano Chiho probably couldn't wear his current clothes, but his old clothes should be fine.
"Any clothes will do."
Sano Chiho nodded; she didn't have the right to be picky now.
Her clothes were completely soaked.
She couldn't possibly go home wearing just this bath towel, could she?
"Wait for me."
Hayato walked back to his bedroom and rummaged through his old clothes in the wardrobe.
A moment later, Hayato walked out of the room holding a pair of jeans and a shirt.
"These are the clothes I wore when I was in school. I don't know if they're too small, but Aunt Chiho can try them on first."
Hayato handed over the clothes.
Sano Chiho swept her hair back and reached out to take the clothes.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a cold wind blew past.
Sano Chiho couldn't help but sneeze, feeling cold all over.
After a shiver, Sano Chiho awkwardly took the clothes and saw Hayato staring at her intently.
What crooked idea was this brat cooking up again?
Sano Chiho lowered her head in confusion, her gaze following the snow-white sin all the way down.
The erect peaks, without any support, were like two standing snow-capped mountains, with plum blossoms dotting them.
On the flat path, there was messy grass.
Looking at the bath towel that had fallen to the ground, Sano Chiho seemed to finally react.
With a scream, she squatted down, hugging her knees.
With her squatting like that, Hayato couldn't help but take a deep breath.
This Auntie really didn't treat him as an outsider at all. Originally, there was a sense of hazy beauty like looking at flowers through a fog.
The moment she squatted down, all the valleys and dams were reflected in his eyes, completely exposed.
"Don't look!"
Seeing the little Auntie whose skin was red from shyness, Hayato turned around.
However, everything that should have been seen was already etched into his mind.
Not only was it not forgotten, but it became even clearer.
Ah, his damned memory.
"I've turned around."
Hayato said, and there was no response from behind, only the rustling sound of putting on clothes.
After about one or two minutes, Sano Chiho's voice came from behind.
"You can turn around now."
Hayato turned around, and his eyes immediately lit up, feeling amazed.
Wearing jeans and a shirt, Sano Chiho exuded a breathtakingly pure aura.
Her perky buttocks looked even fuller and rounder emphasized by the tight denim shorts.
The thin shirt clung to her body in the wind, and the full outline of her sin was clearly visible.
Perhaps it was because he had cultivated the ultimate naked eye, so his observation skills were terrifying.
Through the light, he could vaguely see the blue lace vest inside the shirt, which was the only piece of her own clothing Sano Chiho had on.
Because it was a white shirt, it still looked quite conspicuous.
"These clothes are a bit too small."
Sano Chiho awkwardly tugged at the back of the jeans.
It was unclear whether the clothes were too small or her figure was too good; the shirt and jeans, which were originally quite loose, looked like they were a size smaller on her.
The soft ribs of her chest were pressed against by the shirt, creating a full curve, and her waist appeared very slender.
The pants were even more excessive, sticking tightly to her body; even moving slightly felt like her butt was going to burst through.
Her full thigh muscles were made even fuller by the jeans.
Her already long legs also appeared longer.
Sano Chiho tentatively took a couple of steps. With each step, the fat in her buttocks and thighs below her waist would tremble slightly, creating waves of flesh.
It looked like it was about to overflow at any second.
It looked quite alluring.
It was because her thighs were too full that she disliked wearing things like stockings.
She wore skirts all year round.
Now wearing such tight jeans, she suddenly felt an indescribable sense of strangeness.
I feel like if I walk out like this, a lot of people will stare at me.
"It suits you very well."
Hayato stood beside her, his eyes filled with unconcealed admiration.
He found that his little Auntie seemed particularly suited for outfits that showed off her figure.
After all, her foundation and assets were too ample.
Moreover, this gentle and virtuous temperament was best suited for simple, straightforward clothing like this.
If she were to wear overly revealing or provocative clothes, it would feel a bit strange.
Noticing Hayato's gaze, Sano Chiho's face flushed slightly, and she couldn't help but reach up to cover her chest.
She felt a little smug inside.
At least, it proved that she still had some charm.
Didn't Hayato's eyes seem stuck on her?
Her smugness didn't last long before Sano Chiho, constantly stared at by those fiery eyes, started to feel overwhelmed.
Her eyes showed a mix of shyness and annoyance.
"What is with this brat?"
He kept staring at her legs without blinking.
It was really a bit too impolite.
Although she had a good impression of Hayato and wasn't averse to this level of attention, this blatant gaze still made her feel a bit overwhelmed.
After all, even perverts on the train wouldn't stare at someone so nakedly for so long.
This child looked gentle and mild-mannered; he didn't seem like a child with strong desires.
No, that wasn't necessarily true.
Children at this age are always full of the unknown and curiosity about the female body. It should be quite normal for Hayato to be curious about a mature and sexy Woman like her.
Sano Chiho suddenly felt a bit regretful in her heart, wondering why she had dressed so sexily and alluringly.
For a child with strong desires like Hayato, who suppressed his indecent thoughts all day, her current revealing attire was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.
This child was so young and strong; what if he had some dangerous thoughts about her?
She wouldn't be able to resist.
Just as Sano Chiho was imagining a passionate scenario in her mind, Hayato slowly withdrew his gaze.
Although this piece of beautiful meat looked very tempting, it wasn't ready yet.
Now wasn't the time to make a move. If he failed and ended up being disliked, that wouldn't be good.
He was very experienced in dealing with Women like Sano Chiho, who were emotionally unsatisfied and had been lonely for too long.
As long as he broke down her psychological defenses little by little and released her suppressed emotions.
Things like bottom lines and morals would all be forgotten.
By then, he wouldn't even need to take the initiative himself; she would actively come to him.
Having been the Pharmacist Temple Monk for so long, the female laymen he had deeply discussed Buddha Law with numbered at least two hundred, if not three hundred.
And most of them were Women like Sano Chiho, who were lonely in their inner chambers and had been thirsty for too long.
Therefore, he knew better than anyone how to deal with such Women.