Seeing Hayato withdraw his gaze.
Sano Chiho felt a sense of relief, along with a hint of disappointment she didn't even realize herself.
"It's getting late. I'll come see you when I have time."
Seeing that it was getting late, Sano Chiho said goodbye and prepared to leave.
"I'll see you off."
Hayato changed into his clean travel kasaya, intending to see her off.
Sano Chiho nodded, not refusing.
For her, a Woman, going home so late was indeed a bit unsafe.
After all, this remote place couldn't compare to the bustling city of Tokyo.
Walking out of the Temple, they went all the way to the subway station.
There weren't many people inside the empty subway station.
Hayato and Sano Chiho stood side by side, waiting for the train.
Before long, a train arrived.
The train doors opened, and the quiet platform instantly became noisy.
Seeing how packed the train was, Hayato couldn't help but frown.
The subway during peak hours was like a vegetable market, with the crowded masses filling the entire carriage.
Hayato sometimes wondered if those subway-themed romance action films from Japan could actually happen.
After all, on a subway where people were pressed against each other and there wasn't even room to stand.
You couldn't even bend down, let alone have deep interactions with strangers.
As expected, it was all just a script.
"It seems there's no room."
Sano Chiho looked at the subway, which was so crowded that not a single person could squeeze in, and felt a little depressed.
If she missed this train, she would have to wait until tomorrow or take a taxi to get home.
But in a place like this, where would she even find a taxi?
"There is."
Hayato walked directly to the entrance, looked at the crowd that was about to spill out, and gently pushed inwards.
Like a reef in the waves, he directly parted the crowded people, clearing out an empty space.
"Come on up."
Looking at Sano Chiho, who was stunned outside the train, Hayato waved his hand.
This brat, is his strength this great?
Sano Chiho was full of surprise, and after reacting, she directly walked into the train.
As the doors closed, the train started moving.
The swaying crowd kept pressing in from behind.
Hayato's body, which he was trying to hold steady, couldn't help but lean forward.
Sano Chiho, squeezed into a corner, looked at the handsome face so close to her and couldn't help but blush slightly.
She brushed her hair aside and turned her head to look out the window, her gaze unfocused.
After what had happened earlier, she could no longer see this brat, whom she had watched grow up, as just a child.
This child, who was green and naive in her memories, had already grown into a Man.
Whoosh!
The train whistled, and the scenery outside the doors became a blur.
Sano Chiho, whose mood had just calmed down, suddenly felt a weight behind her.
"Sorry, Aunt Chiho."
Hayato frowned, half his body pressed against Sano Chiho's back, and reached out, trying to create a little distance.
But the crowded people behind him were like waves, surging forward one after another.
Although his strength was much greater than ordinary people after his cultivation, he was still just flesh and bone.
After barely holding on for more than ten minutes, he couldn't withstand the surging waves of people behind him.
"It's okay..."
Sano Chiho felt the fiery chest against her back, her face as red as if it were on fire, terrifyingly hot.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other with the movement of the crowd.
Involuntarily, Sano Chiho thought of the fleeting glimpse she had caught earlier in the Temple.
Beneath the kasaya, his broad shoulders, clearly defined pectoral muscles, full but not bloated abdominal muscles, and V-lines.
His incredibly strong waist, exuding the scent of youthful hormones.
And...
Strong, powerful, full of energy.
A charm that seemed impossible to fully describe, even if she emptied her mind of all adjectives.
"Ah..."
The distracted Sano Chiho suddenly felt something caught between her curves.
At this awkward position and angle, she could guess what it was without even thinking.
In her panic, she couldn't help but let out a startled cry.
"Are you okay?"
In a daze, a familiar voice sounded in her ear.
Hayato frowned, looking at Sano Chiho with confusion, feeling a bit numb inside.
Although he had cultivated for over ten years, his self-control had always been average.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be unable to resist the temptation of those female laymen and frequently provide private tutoring in Buddha Law.
But this time, he really didn't do it on purpose.
The carriage was so small, and they were pressed so close together, and Sano Chiho's figure was so full and voluptuous.
Such close contact, bodies rubbing against each other, the process and feeling are understood by those who know.
His current feeling was like sinking deep into a swamp from which it was difficult to escape.
The soft, elastic curve below her waist, with every rub and bounce, brought waves of irresistible sensation.
One might say she was a married Woman, but this feeling had a hint of a young girl's tight elasticity.
Hayato couldn't suppress the surging Happy Zen method and could only pretend to be calm as if nothing had happened.
To avoid bringing disgust to this little Auntie's heart.