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.
This stepson didn't even want to call her Hayakawa Masami, and usually ignored her.
Therefore, when she encountered trouble, she could only turn to Hayato, her neighbor next door, for help.
Looking at the scattered furniture in the storage room, Hayato sighed helplessly. Since he was already here, he couldn't just turn around and leave.
He was definitely going to be the laborer.
Fortunately, his physique was strong enough now, otherwise, he would really be half-dead with exhaustion.
"I'll handle the heavy stuff. You can move the lighter furniture yourself."
Hayato looked at a desk over a meter long, lifted it with one hand, and effortlessly picked up the solid wood table.
"Your strength is amazing!"
Kurosaki Kuzuki covered her mouth with her small hand, her face full of surprise.
This heavy desk was difficult for two people to lift, yet this Master from next door lifted it with one hand.
Is this child a strongman?
Hayato looked at Kurosaki Kuzuki's exaggerated expression. These genuine little expressions really made a man's vanity skyrocket.
He moved several heavy pieces of furniture into the room next door.
"Ah! It's going to fall!"
Suddenly, there was a startled cry. Hayato, who was moving a chair, just turned his head and saw the mountain of stacked items swaying and falling down.
The scattered items crashed down towards Kurosaki Kuzuki, who was kneeling on the ground.
In her panic, Kurosaki Kuzuki even forgot to dodge.
Just as the items were about to hit her, a large hand reached out from behind, wrapped around her, and pulled her directly into a broad, warm embrace.
"Be careful."
Hayato casually waved his hand, sending the falling items to the side.
"I, I just wanted to pull out the stool underneath. I didn't expect these things to fall."
Kurosaki Kuzuki, her face pale, clutched Hayato's clothes, curling up in his arms and trembling.
A moment later, after calming down, Kurosaki Kuzuki suddenly felt a swelling sensation in her chest.
She looked down, and her cheeks instantly flushed. She saw Hayato's right hand grasping her full bosom.
However, thinking about the situation just now, Hayato pulling her was a subconscious action, so Kurosaki Kuzuki couldn't bring herself to be angry.
However, seeing that Hayato had no intention of letting go for a long time, Kurosaki Kuzuki could only lower her head and softly remind him.
"You, you're hurting me."
Hayato seemed to just realize it and released his hand.
What's wrong with this guy? He's too forceful.
Kurosaki Kuzuki felt the faint stinging pain and gave Hayato a resentful look, but thinking that he didn't do it on purpose, she didn't dwell on it.
"Is your hand okay?"
Thinking that Hayato had used his hand to block the falling items just now, Kurosaki Kuzuki nervously pulled his arm over.
She found that the skin was only slightly red and breathed a sigh of relief. 250
"You were too careless. How could you use your hand to block it just now?"
Looking at Kurosaki Kuzuki's angry face, Hayato was a little speechless.
This Woman didn't even think about who he was getting hit by those things for.
However, with his current physique, this level of injury was just a minor inconvenience.
A moment later.
Everything usable in the storage room had been cleared out.
"Everything that needed to be moved has been moved. Leave the rest to me."
Kurosaki Kuzuki put her hands on her hips, looked at the neatly arranged study, and nodded in satisfaction.
"You're so dirty. Go take a shower quickly."
Turning to look at Hayato, who was covered in dust, Kurosaki Kuzuki frowned and said with a hint of distaste.
Saying that, she pushed Hayato into the bathroom with both hands.
"You take a shower first."
Hayato, who was forcibly pushed into the bathroom, looked at the closed door and opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping.
Actually, he could go home to shower.
They were neighbors with doors next to each other, and showering at someone else's house felt a bit awkward.
"This kid, his physique is really good."
Outside the door, Kurosaki Kuzuki recalled the unintentional touch just now. The feeling of those clear muscle lines made her blush just thinking about it.
It's good to be young, full of energy.
Unlike her husband.
Thinking of her husband, Kurosaki Kuzuki's eyes held a hint of resentment. She and her husband had always had a good relationship.
However, during this time, she clearly felt that she was being neglected.
It had been a long time since she had been nourished by a man.
"He must be too busy and tired with work. It should get better after a while."
Kurosaki Kuzuki sighed, only able to comfort herself in this way.
In the bathroom, Hayato, who was showering, suddenly discovered a problem: there seemed to be no towel in the bathroom.
Was this Woman doing it on purpose?
"Um, could you get me a towel?"
Hayato opened the bathroom door and called out to the outside helplessly.
Tap, tap, tap!
After a while, the sound of slippers came from the doorway.
Kurosaki Kuzuki, holding a towel, carefully opened the bathroom door and handed the towel over.
Her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the bathroom mirror, and that strong, perfect body was fully exposed to Kurosaki Kuzuki's eyes.
This physique is even better than I imagined.
And, is this size really possible?
Comparing him to her husband, Kurosaki Kuzuki had to admit a fact.
Compared to this guy, her husband was practically like an underdeveloped child.
Kurosaki Kuzuki's face was slightly red, and she couldn't help but cover her skirt, feeling a strange sensation in her heart.
"Your clothes are dirty. It's better to change into something else."
Muttering softly, Kurosaki Kuzuki walked into the bedroom.
"Taking a bath is quite comfortable."
Hayato, soaking in the water, let out a sigh.
When Hayato walked out of the bathroom, he found the dining table already filled with food.
"I've troubled you so much, I don't know how to thank you. You must stay and have lunch."
While Hayato was showering, Kurosaki Kuzuki changed into a one-piece sweater.
She was bringing a bowl of soup from the kitchen and placing it on the table. Hearing footsteps, she looked up at Hayato, who was walking out, drying his hair.
A gentle, sunny smile appeared on her face.
Hayato sized up the woman in front of him.
She wore a light gray knitted jumpsuit with a bold and sexy deep V-neck design, perfectly revealing her delicate collarbone and slender neck. Half of her round and full chest was faintly visible, exuding a captivating charm.
Her long black wavy hair was casually styled, adding a touch of charming to her relaxed look.
The 'bottomless' look below showcased her long, straight legs.
She wore simple home slippers paired with white short socks, creating a lazy yet uniquely charming style.
Kurosaki Kuzuki wasn't very tall, barely reaching about one meter sixty-five.
This height was considered above average among Japanese women.
Compared to his current height of one meter ninety, even close to two meters, she was indeed a bit short, reaching just about his chin.
However, he found this petite and refined style very much to his liking.
It felt like a scene with Hulk and Black Widow.
Perhaps this was the contrast.
A normal man, when faced with exaggerated proportions of vastly different sizes, would always feel a special sense of accomplishment psychologically.
Whether it was a small horse meeting a big cart, or a big horse meeting a small cart, it had its own unique flavor.
"Then I won't be polite."
Hayato accepted the neighbor Madam's kindness with peace of mind.
After all, he had been doing manual labor for half the day. Was it too much to have a meal as a thank you?
Seeing this, Kurosaki Kuzuki showed a satisfied smile.
If Hayato didn't even eat a meal, she would feel very guilty, as she had troubled this neighbor and he was also injured because of her.
"There's still one dish not ready. Please sit down and wait a moment."
"Okay!"
Hayato walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Looking at Kurosaki Kuzuki as she turned to leave, his gaze suddenly paused.
The knitted jumpsuit was backless. As Kurosaki Kuzuki turned, the smooth, fair, and delicate curve of her back was completely exposed to Hayato's eyes.
Her fair and delicate skin was flawless like jade, with tiny beads of sweat glistening as if coated with a layer of essential oil, emitting an alluring sheen.
The curve extended from her back all the way to her slender waist, forming a graceful and smooth line, like two deeply indented parentheses.
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Her slender waist was as flexible and strong as a water snake, firm yet seemingly too delicate to grasp, each inch exuding extreme softness and beauty.
The curve of her buttocks beneath the knitted jumpsuit was perky and full, with a roundness like a ripe peach, plump and elastic.
Every slight movement was full of temptation.
Those two shallow dimples on her lower back were even more like a whirlpool, attracting the gaze, making it hard to look away.
A backless knitted jumpsuit.
Hayato clicked his tongue. Honestly, he really liked this outfit.
Watching Kurosaki Kuzuki busy in the kitchen, Hayato couldn't help but wonder how many layers of clothing this Woman was wearing.
Including the socks, was it two or three layers?
If it was two... that would be a bit too bold, wouldn't it?
A few minutes later, Kurosaki Kuzuki came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of ginger-fried pork.
"You can eat!"
Kurosaki Kuzuki untied her apron and sat down opposite Hayato.
Hayato, who was already a bit hungry, picked up his chopsticks and was about to start eating when he saw Kurosaki Kuzuki resting her chin on her hand, staring at him intently.
"Aren't you eating?"
Hayato asked strangely.
"I already ate breakfast. This is specially prepared for you."
Kurosaki Kuzuki smiled at Hayato, her gentle expression like an older sister from next door.
Looking at Kurosaki Kuzuki, who was leaning half her body on the table, revealing an exceptionally full 'sin' due to her posture.
Hayato suddenly understood Cao Cao's preference a little.
Question Cao Cao, understand Cao Cao, become Hou Zong.
The Jian'an style remains today, and the legacy of Wei Wu lives on.
Indeed, the good things left by our ancestors will always be passed down in various ways.
Hayato picked up his bowl, covering his restless 'Cao Cao heart'.
It's not that the neighbor wasn't a person, it was just that the Madam was too tempting.
Seeing Hayato eating heartily, Kurosaki Kuzuki suddenly yawned, got up, and lay down on the sofa nearby.
"I'm a bit tired. I'll rest for a while."
Watching Kurosaki Kuzuki lie casually on the sofa, as if he wasn't an outsider at all.
From his angle and vision, the scenery under the knitted jumpsuit was not only clearly visible but also completely within his sight.
Good news: It was very clear.
Bad news: There were other clothes underneath.
Hayato looked at the scenery and suddenly felt that the food in his hands was not as appealing anymore.
Inside the room, it was so quiet that only the sound of even breathing could be heard.
Kurosaki Kuzuki unconsciously stirred in her sleep, her delicate body twisting. As she turned onto her side and curled her right leg, her knitted jumpsuit quietly rolled up by more than half.
Beneath the form-fitting knitted jumpsuit, a pair of snow-white jade legs were brazenly exposed.
With just these beautiful legs, who could resist?
It was a pity that a Woman so much to his liking was actually a married Woman, someone else's wife.
"Married Woman..."
Hayato muttered the two words, feeling his heart rate accelerating.
Damn, the more he thought that the Woman in front of him was someone else's wife, the more excited he seemed to get.
Slowly walking to the sofa, Hayato shook his head as he looked at Kurosaki Kuzuki, whose lower body was completely exposed.
After covering her with a blanket, he turned and quietly left.
Although the thought of being a 'Cao Cao' was quite exciting, acting so impatiently upon just meeting her would likely result in being reported as a pervert and arrested.
Things like this were more interesting when taken slowly.
What he enjoyed most was seeing the scene of a beautiful young married Woman's shame and shyness.
What was the point of just taking her directly? There was no romance at all.
From resistance to submission, from aversion to taming.
The spiritual pleasure brought by this process was far more memorable than the brief physical pleasure.
Of course, if it was an Evil Spirit, that would be a different story.
After all, you couldn't reason with an Evil Spirit.
When it was time to act, you had to be firm.
Only by using Buddha Law to enlighten them could they turn over a new leaf.
Click!
The door was closed.
The room fell into a long silence.
He didn't know how much time had passed.
On the sofa, Kurosaki Kuzuki, who had buried her head in the pillow, couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
"Having too much energy isn't good either."
Stepping out of the room and breathing in the fresh air, the restlessness in Hayato's heart slowly subsided.
However, it was only forcibly suppressed.
He was terrifyingly strong in that regard now.
As soon as he closed his eyes, all he could see in his mind were those long, shapely legs.
He didn't need to think to know that it must be the problem with the Happy Zen Buddha Law.
After all, how could a proper Master like him have nothing but Woman's legs on his mind?
"My mental state is still lacking."
Hayato muttered softly, taking out his phone to check the time.
It was already noon.
"Should I go back to the Temple, or should I deal with Yamada Yumi's matter first?"
Hayato thought for a moment and felt it was better to deal with Yamada Yumi's matter first.
After all, the sooner he helped her get revenge, the sooner he could unlock more Buddha Law knowledge for Hayakawa Rin.
Helping Yamada Yumi get revenge sounded troublesome, but in reality, it was quite simple.
First was to deal with the original owner of this house.
Then was to find the guy named Suzuki Taro.
Compared to killing someone, finding someone was more troublesome.
However, since both of these guys had a grudge against Yamada Yumi, the guy who sold him the house should know something about Suzuki Taro.
Thinking of this, Hayato directly made a call and arranged to meet the guy who sold him the house.
Hearing about the meeting, Yamada Kensuke seemed a bit hesitant.
However, upon hearing Hayato say that he wouldn't buy the house if he didn't come, Yamada Kensuke reluctantly agreed to the meeting.
Hanging up the phone, Hayato sneered.
As expected, the thing this guy feared most now was Hayato not buying the house.
Without Hayato bearing the karma in the middle, Yamada Yumi could directly find Yamada Kensuke.
Although she couldn't leave the house and couldn't directly kill him, she could use this layer of karma to make him restless day and night.
Given enough time, she could wear him down to death.
From the start, it was clear this guy wanted Hayato to be a scapegoat.
Half an hour later, Hayato and Yamada Kensuke met.
"Master, is there anything you couldn't say over the phone?"
When Yamada Kensuke saw Hayato, his tone was resentful, completely lacking the previous cautiousness.
His expression was much better than when they met before.
Hayato glanced at him, too lazy to say more, and knocked him out with a backhand strike.
Talking to this guy for even one more sentence felt like wasting saliva.
Half an hour later, Yamada Kensuke woke up from his coma, his eyes staring blankly at his surroundings.
"Here, why does it feel a bit familiar?"
Looking at the familiar yet strange room, as if remembering something, Yamada Kensuke's eyes gradually filled with terror.
Just then, Hayato's familiar voice sounded in his ear.
"I've brought the person to you. How you punish him next is your business."
"However, remember to help me find out the whereabouts of the other person. I think this should be very simple for you."
Following the sound with his gaze, he immediately saw Hayato standing by the door, talking to a white figure.
The moment he saw the white figure clearly, Yamada Kensuke was instantly enveloped in a chill.
His body turned cold, and he trembled uncontrollably.
Hayato, who was talking to Yamada Yumi, heard the movement and looked over.
Seeing that Yamada Kensuke had woken up, he smiled slightly.
"Now, I'll leave him to you."
Glancing at Yamada Yumi, who was radiating resentment, Hayato didn't give the man a chance to beg and directly pushed the door open and left.