A standard Japanese-style room, with the sliding doors tightly shut.
A mat embroidered with complex patterns was spread across the floor.
The air was filled with a faint sandalwood scent, mixed with an indescribably sweet and cloying aroma.
In one corner of the room, esoteric Buddhist magical artifacts were displayed: vajra bell, Buddhist scroll painting, mandala. Mitsuko knelt on the mat, her hands pressed together, her eyes filled with anticipation and unease.
"Monk, is this... really okay?"
Shino sat cross-legged opposite her, his young face appearing especially serene in the candlelight.
He wore a faded monk's robe, yet it could not conceal his transcendent aura.
"If you believe, it will be effective," Shino said, his voice deep and magnetic.
Having said that, he revealed his vajra. The shaft was straight and firm, symbolizing solemn and immense power. The head of the vajra resembled a Wrathful Acala, fearsome and hideous.
"Madam, this is The Method of Supreme Initiation of Esoteric Buddhism. The vajra (cock) symbolizes wisdom, and the honeydew (cum) symbolizes compassion. When the two are united, they can help the Madam achieve her heart's desires."
Mitsuko bit her lip and nodded.
Sweat soaked her kimono, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her voluptuous curves.
Shino slowly stood up and approached Mitsuko.
The vajra circled above her head, bringing with it a suffocating sense of pressure.
"Are you ready?" Shino asked, his voice light and gentle.
Mitsuko closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly.
"Mmm..."
The vajra, carrying supreme power and supreme compassion, penetrated.
Mitsuko suddenly opened her eyes wide, letting out an irrepressible moan.
That sound was like pain, yet also like pleasure.
Her body trembled violently, and sweat poured down like rain, soaking the mat beneath her.
The cloying sweetness in the air grew thicker, mixed with the salty smell of sweat, making the blood rush.
After a long time, the vajra was slowly withdrawn.
Mitsuko collapsed weakly onto the tatami, gasping for breath, her eyes unfocused.
Shino slowly put on his monk's robe and tidied his appearance.
He looked solemn and dignified, as if nothing had just happened.
Before transmigrating, Shino was a fake monk who did not believe in ghosts or gods, relying on his handsome face and silver tongue to fool people.
Who knew that upon waking up, he had physically transmigrated into this strange world.
Without an ID card or household registration, he had no choice but to return to his old profession to survive.
Fortunately, the props needed for his scams had also transmigrated with him.
Mitsuko was the first client he received after posting flyers, a full-time housewife seeking a child.
"Madam, how do you feel?" Shino asked.
Mitsuko struggled to prop herself up, forcing a smile.
"Much... much better."
She pulled out an exquisite envelope from under the blanket on the floor and handed it to Shino with both hands.
"This is the promised payment. Thank you, monk."
Shino took the envelope, did not even look at it, and casually slipped it into the sleeve of his monk's robe.
As a swindler, he knew exactly how to maintain his style and demeanor.
Afterward, he bowed to the Madam.
"Amitabha."
"Madam, this ritual is complete. This Poor Monk must now take his leave."
Having said that, he turned around, preparing to pack up the magical artifacts used to set up the ceremony and enhance the atmosphere.
Mitsuko slowly got up, tidied her disheveled kimono, and felt a strange urge arise in her heart as she looked at the Venerable Monk who had just performed rituals for her.
Suddenly, she hugged Shino from behind, burying her head against his back.
"Monk..."
Warm tears dripped onto Shino's neck, carrying a faint salty taste.
"Since marrying into the Takayanagi Family, I have not been able to conceive a child..."
"My husband is the eldest son of the Takayanagi Family."
"The family... the pressure is immense..."
"The Buddha... will protect me, right?"
Mitsuko's voice choked up, filled with profound helplessness and despair.
Shino turned around, gently embraced her, and stroked her hair.
"Yes, Madam, everything will be fine."
He offered comfort, but a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.
Shino revealed the vajra that symbolized wisdom once again.
"Madam, this Poor Monk will perform rituals for you one more time."
"This time, receive the honeydew with your mouth."
Mitsuko raised her head, looking at Shino with tear-filled, hazy eyes.
She seemed to understand something, and a blush spread across her face.
"Mmm..."
After the second, somewhat physically taxing ritual ceremony ended,
Shino packed up the magical artifacts, took the generous payment, and left the room.
Walking along the quiet corridor, Mitsuko's words echoed in his mind.
"Takayanagi Family..."
"Mitsuko?"
"Why does this plot sound so familiar?"
Suddenly, Shino stopped, his eyes widening abruptly.
"Holy crap! Is this the Hentai World? The Wives of the Takayanagi Family (mistreated bride)!"
He finally remembered. This familiar scenario was clearly a segment from a classic H-anime.
Inside the room, Mitsuko slowly walked to the door, looking at the tightly shut sliding door.
She pressed her face against it, recalling the comforting embrace Shino had given her moments ago, and the long-term indifference of her husband since their marriage. Tears slid down again.
"Thank you, monk..."
She murmured to herself, her voice soft and alluring.
"Ding!"
Just then, a crisp sound rang out in Shino's mind.
"Sensing that the Host has saved another's inner heart, Karma has been acquired. System activated!"
Shino was stunned.
"System? Golden Finger?"
He looked down at himself, then at the money bag in his hand.
"What kind of saving is this? This is clearly Aiding the Wicked!"
"But... I like it!"
Shino grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.
The system panel unfolded before Shino's eyes, simple and clear.
[Host: Shino]
[Karma: 10]
[Skill: None]
[mall: Not Activated]
[Novice Gift Pack *1]
"10 points of Karma? That little?"
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