Looking at Hayato, who clearly didn't intend to let her off so easily.
Hayakawa Masami sighed resentfully.
She really owed this nemesis in her previous life.
That's why he was retaliating against her like this.
She walked over, bent down, and was about to start cleaning.
Hayato's helpless voice sounded again.
"Use this? Are you trying to ruin it?"
How could such a fragile thing be cleaned with such a rough thing?
Doesn't this woman understand any common sense at all?
"Ah?"
Hayakawa Masami looked at Hayato with a bewildered face, not understanding what he meant.
If she didn't use this to clean, then what else would she use to clean.
"What do you think?"
Hayato looked at her with a half-smile.
While Hayakawa Masami was wondering, she suddenly saw Hayato's eyes looking at her, as if staring at her face.
Her face immediately turned red.
This bastard, as expected, was waiting for her here.
"No, how can this be cleaned properly?"
Hayakawa Masami turned her head away, not daring to meet those playful eyes.
"Don't you know that saliva can disinfect?"
Hayato said in a low voice.
This woman, at first glance, had no common sense of life.
Didn't she know that when injured, people used saliva to disinfect?
His palm gently stroked the woman's hair, the warmth of his body causing Hayakawa Masami to tremble involuntarily.
But thinking that her husband next door might wake up at any time, Hayakawa Masami could only suppress her shyness and choose to comply.
She knelt obediently on the ground, her hands slowly tying up her scattered long hair.
With her lips pursed, the silent Hayakawa Masami looked up at the condescending face.
The shame in her heart instantly reached its peak.
She felt like a dissolute woman who was available to anyone right now.
Her husband was clearly next door, but she had to humbly, like a slave, help a man she had only met a few times clean his body.
What made it even more difficult for her to speak about was that there was no trace of disgust deep down in her heart, but rather an anticipation of this happening.
On countless lonely nights, she had fantasized about this scene.
But when it actually happened, she felt a bit dreamlike.
It felt completely like a dream.
"How interesting..."
This Woman was clearly a mature married woman whose child was already an adult.
But when it came to this matter, she seemed unexpectedly pure.
Like a young girl experiencing it for the first time, shy with a hint of wanting to refuse yet also wanting to comply with her lover.
From Hayato's perspective, he could clearly see the shyness in the Woman's eyes.
That hint of charm was like a hibiscus emerging from water, carrying an unspeakable shyness.
This kind of expression couldn't be faked by acting alone.
"Madam is unexpectedly adorable!"
Hayato exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.
"Don't say such strange things, it makes people very shy."
Hayakawa Masami tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and gave him a charming glare.
In her tone, there was a spoiled lilt that even she herself hadn't noticed.
She lowered her head and took a look.
She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that this Master's Buddha Law was much deeper than before.
If before it was a level she could barely accept.
Now, even if she gave her all, she wouldn't dare say she could adapt to it.
How was this possible?
Buddha Law was something that required gradual cultivation to succeed.
No matter how strong a person's Buddha Law was, it couldn't suddenly skyrocket.
Could she have remembered incorrectly?
However, since things had developed to this point, even if she wanted to back down, this scoundrel wouldn't agree.
She took a deep breath, preparing herself mentally.
Hayakawa Masami, with an expression of sacrificing herself for a just cause, slowly leaned in.
Although she felt it would be very difficult, it was because she owed this guy a favor.
A moment later, Hayakawa Masami also couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Facts proved that human potential was infinite.
What she thought was possible was merely what she thought.
Even she herself didn't know she had such great capability.
However, there was still some surprise in her heart.
Too strong.
This scoundrel, when wearing a monk's robe, looked thin and weak, and wasn't old, so why did he have such profound Buddha Law?
She felt even breathing was a bit difficult.
However, thankfully, her adaptability was good.
After adapting, Hayakawa Masami's cleaning work began to get on track.
"When cleaning up trash, you must clean it thoroughly, not a single bit of residual trash can be left behind."
Hayato said seriously.
All he received was a charming glare.
This scoundrel had so many demands even at a time like this.
If she wasn't currently unable to speak, she would definitely give him a good scolding.
Feeling a bit displeased, Hayakawa Masami couldn't help but grit her teeth.
Hayato raised an eyebrow, looking at her somewhat fierce expression.
He thought to himself, this Woman's heart is really too cruel.
Fortunately, his Buddha Law was profound.
Otherwise, he would have been in trouble.
The simple cleaning work lasted for a full half hour.
Is this guy a monster?
Hayakawa Masami looked at Hayato, full of surprise.
She knew this guy was difficult to deal with, but she didn't expect him to be this difficult.
Just as Hayakawa Masami was thinking this, Hayato suddenly reached out and stroked her hair.
He made a serious work summary with a full face.
"Clean it thoroughly, not a single piece of trash is allowed to be left."
"Success or failure depends on details. If the details aren't serious enough, then this cleaning will be meaningless."
Hayakawa Masami's eyes widened, seemingly anticipating what was about to happen next.
She struggled slightly, wanting to leave the bathroom.
But she was forcefully suppressed, completely unable to break free.
Hayakawa Masami sighed, accepting her fate as if resigned to it.
And in fact, it wasn't as bad as she had imagined.
Hayato had rich experience in cleaning up trash.
A large amount of trash accumulated down the drain; under normal circumstances, it would definitely clog the drain pipe, and might even cause sewage to back up.
But because Hayato had cleared the pipe in advance, the trash went straight down the pipe.
The whole process was natural and smooth, without any stagnation at all.
Hayakawa Masami looked up at this scene, feeling a bit surprised.
It was truly the first time she had ever cleaned like this.
However, since it didn't get clogged, her tense nerves slowly relaxed.
There was too much trash in the bathroom; even with a clear pipe, it still took a full two or three minutes to drain completely.
Although the process was a bit difficult, it was still reluctantly acceptable.
"Phew!"
After cleaning up all the bathroom trash, Hayakawa Masami looked at the clean bathroom and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
After working hard for most of the day, she had been a bit hungry, but now she felt as if she had eaten her fill.
"It's so late, it seems there's no way to go home for now."
"Madam shouldn't mind if I stay here for a night, right?"
Hayato looked at Hayakawa Masami with a smile.
Hearing this, the Woman couldn't help but roll her eyes.
This scoundrel, bullying her was one thing, but he even wanted to stay at her house for a night.
However, looking at the sky outside the window, at this time, there were probably no taxis on the road.
It was indeed a bit troublesome to go home.
You can't just let someone stay in a hotel for a night, can you?
That didn't conform to Japan's hospitality.
Helplessly, Hayakawa Masami could only nod in agreement.
By the time Hayato had finished tidying everything up and walked out of the bathroom wearing a thin yukata.