Mingwang Temple: The Underground Passage
"In addition to the above, there are also opportunities in the underground passage here."
Abbot Ryōgen turned on the lights, and the underground passage was instantly illuminated.
The spacious passage made Eri Kisaki exclaim in amazement.
There were magnificent murals painted on the two walls, perfectly preserved by the lack of light.
At first, Eri followed behind with great interest, admiring the art. But as she read the story depicted, she frowned.
The Legend of the Mural:
About seven hundred years ago, there was a Great Demon.
Name: Cursed Tai Tian – Hua Yu.
Also known as: Mu Kui.
The mural depicted Yin Yang Masters, priests, witches, monks, and warriors fighting together against it. They were crushed, retreating in failure and despair.
The Great Demon was angry and devoured an entire country. Its prestige was equal to that of the legendary Shuten-dōji.
Then, a Great High Monk was born. He burned himself alive to lead the Buddha's light to earth.
A Wisdom King (Mingwang) descended to defeat the Great Demon.
In the end, it was suppressed by the Five Divine Beasts.
People were moved by the High Monk's sacrifice to save the world, so they built the Mingwang Temple in his honor.
This… this is a myth I've never heard of.
Yes. Just a story.
As a social elite in a modern country, Eri Kisaki was a skeptic. She did not revere gods and Buddhas like she did when she was a child. Because to her, they did not exist.
So Eri was thinking: Does this story imply something?
She retracted her gaze. She did not finish reading the mural, looking only at one side.
Heiji Hattori, meanwhile, was dissatisfied with the self-promoting propaganda methods of the Temple. He wasn't interested in myths unless the Abbot killed someone on the spot and it became a criminal case.
The Altar
At the end of the passage, there was an altar.
Eri was surprised to notice a statue of Acala (Fudo Myo-o) on the altar.
There was nothing special about the statue itself. The key point was the text engraved on the base of the altar:
> "Seven hundred years after my Parinirvana, Mara (The Devil) will gradually destroy my Dharma."
> "Just as a hunter wears Dharma robes, Mara will do the same. He will appear as a monk, a nun, a male or female layman."
> "He will transform into a Sotapanna, and even into an Arhat and a Buddha body."
> "The Devil uses this defiled form to create an undefiled appearance. The Devil will destroy my Righteous Dharma from within his own body."
>
It seems a bit difficult to understand.
Eri sorted out the general meaning: The Devil will sneak into the Buddhist Temple disguised as a monk seven hundred years after the Wisdom King's Nirvana. He will disrupt the Righteous Dharma and destroy the foundation of Buddhism from the inside.
Moreover…
Time.
Another seven hundred years…
Eri imagined the "unseriousness" of the Outer and Inner Temples—the Maid Cafes, the greedy monks, the chaos. Her expression became subtle.
I don't know which eminent monk engraved this.
But the prediction is really accurate…
Abbot Ryōgen explained with a smile: "It is said that the Great Monk once took this as a warning to future generations, so he engraved this passage on the Mingwang Throne."
"Namo the World Honored One, the Buddha of Wisdom..."
Ryōgen chanted a prayer. He told them that the Temple would deal with Kaito Kid as promised in a few days to make Mingwang Temple famous, and hoped that the Wisdom King would bless the profits.
Boring.
As a vigorous and decisive lawyer, Eri was annoyed by this hypocritical style.
If you have this free time, you might as well… huh?
There was a hint of confusion on her pretty face.
Just now… did the statue's eyes suddenly light up?
In her ears, the sound of Hattori yawning and Ryōgen's prayer seemed to fade away.
In front of her eyes, everything blurred.
She heard a solemn unison of Buddhist chants.
But underneath, there was a rustling whisper echoing.
It sounded like… chewing.
"Click! Click, click, click!..."
The blur in front of her eyes suddenly became clear and bright.
As if waking up from a dream, Eri's eyes suddenly became sharp. She clenched her fists and looked around.
What happened!? What was that just now…
While concentrating, her heart suddenly jumped.
She saw it.
She saw that the statue of Acala that Ryōgen was worshipping seemed to be crawling with cracks.
The cracks were located in the corners of the eyes of the statue.
It looked exactly like the Wisdom King was crying.
The Mingwang is crying!?
This… this…
Eri had to admit, she was frightened.
But when she came to her senses and calmed down, she felt that she was probably too tired and overly suspicious.
Just a hallucination.
She didn't even listen carefully to Ryōgen's sigh that the statue was "getting old."
But before leaving, Eri looked at the end of the mural on the wall—the part she had missed earlier.
It was a precious warning:
> "Seven hundred years later, the Evil Spirit will…"
>
The following content was blurred and unclear due to moisture damage.
But Eri guessed it.
Seven hundred years later… the Evil Spirit is going to break the seal and come out?
She smiled bitterly.
Maybe I am really tired. What's the point of thinking deeply about this? Can a lawyer deal with a Great Demon?
This damn occupational disease…
Outside the Temple
No longer looking at the murals, Eri and Hattori walked out of the passage. The bright sunlight made Eri squint.
In her mind, she inexplicably thought of the prophecy.
Seven hundred years.
Another seven hundred years…
I have to say. This story is designed quite rigorously.
"Please, both of you, pay attention on the day of the heist," Abbot Ryōgen requested again.
Hattori patted his chest and promised. He was just here to catch a thief.
Eri only promised to do her job—legal protection against liability.
After parting ways with the "Black-skinned Detective," Eri prepared to find a hotel. Kyoto was not her permanent residence.
Before leaving, she looked back for some reason.
Mingwang Temple stood in the distance. In the bright sunshine, it looked solemn and majestic.
But… in her eyes, it seemed to trance again.
The Buddhist temple was in ruins.
The Buddha statues were decapitated.
There was a harsh and hoarse carnival of laughter.
There was the sound of chewing and overflowing blood.
The Demons were dancing wildly!
Evil Spirits were everywhere!
She shuddered violently.
She rubbed her eyes. When she looked again, it was normal.
Silence.
Then, Eri Kisaki ran.
She ran very fast. Not to escape, but to find information.
Something is wrong.
There is something wrong with this Mingwang Temple!
She no longer trusted the monks. The prophecy haunted her.
Seven hundred years after my Nirvana, Mara will destroy my Righteous Law…
She needed to research the history of this place. If she didn't figure out the connection, there would be a big problem.
What big problem?
Eri was stunned as she ran.
Am I making a fuss about nothing?
No.
Not really.
Mizunotsuki Residence
Seiran Mizunotsuki grabbed the "Great Fairy" Haruno Yukinoshita who was trying to escape.
"Where do you think you're running to?"
Haruno, still recovering from their last session, looked panicked.
Reiko and Sae Chabashira rolled their eyes from the bed, watching the futile struggle.
You still want to escape?
After entering this house, no one escapes.
"Where do you think you're running to?"
Seiran's hand was like an iron clamp around Haruno's slender wrist. He pulled her back effortlessly, ignoring her frantic scratching at the doorframe.
"Wait! Wait, Seiran-kun! Let's talk about this!"
Haruno Yukinoshita, usually the terrifying "Great Devil" of Chiba, was currently flailing like a caught cat. Her silk nightgown slipped off one shoulder, revealing the red marks left from their previous encounters.
She turned her head, flashing that signature, teasing smile—though now it was plastered on with sheer panic.
"Onee-san is really at her limit! Look! I'm still trembling! If you break me, who will help you manage the Yukinoshita family business? Hmm?"
She tried to use her charm, pressing her body back against him to feign intimacy while looking for an opening to slip away.
"Besides... Mother is right there! She's been waiting for you! Look at Reiko-san, she's practically glowing! You shouldn't make an elder wait—"
"Silence."
Seiran didn't buy it for a second.
He lifted her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Kyaa! Seiran! Put me down! This is ungraceful!"
"You want grace?" Seiran chuckled darkly, smacking her backside with a loud thwack that made her yelp and go rigid. "You lost the right to grace when you tried to sneak out the window."
He walked back to the large king-sized bed where Reiko and Sae Chabashira were watching the show with mixed amusement.
Reiko, who had just been worried about her other daughter, found a twisted comfort in seeing Haruno being disciplined. It confirmed that they were all in the same boat—there was no favoritism, only submission.
"Ara, Haruno," Reiko said, her voice dripping with a sickly sweet maternal tone. "Didn't I teach you that running away only makes the punishment worse? You really are a bad child."
"Shut up, Mother!" Haruno hissed, her face flushed red as she hung upside down. "You're just happy he's not focusing on you for five minutes!"
Sae Chabashira lit a cigarette—which Seiran immediately plucked from her lips and crushed in the ashtray.
"No smoking in bed, Sensei," Seiran commanded.
Sae rolled her eyes but didn't argue. She stretched her limbs like a lazy feline, looking at Haruno. "Give it up, girl. He locked the spiritual barriers. Unless you can phase through walls, you're stuck here until he's satisfied."
Seiran tossed Haruno onto the mattress. She bounced once, her hair sprawling out like a halo. Before she could scramble away, Seiran was hovering over her, his shadow swallowing her whole.
The playful facade vanished from Haruno's face. She looked up at him, her chest heaving, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and undeniable arousal.
"Seiran..." she whispered, her voice dropping to a husky plea. "I... I really can't take much more today. Please?"
Seiran smirked, trailing a finger down her throat, feeling her pulse race.
"You're a 'Great Fairy,' aren't you? Monsters have high regeneration."
He leaned down, whispering into her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
"And besides... you like it when I don't listen to you."
Haruno shuddered, her resistance crumbling instantly. She bit her lip, looking away in defeat, but her legs slowly, instinctively, parted to welcome him back.
"You... absolute tyrant," she murmured, closing her eyes.
"That's 'God' to you," Seiran corrected.
Haruno's defiance didn't last long. As Seiran's weight settled between her thighs, the "Great Devil" of the Yukinoshita family was reduced to a trembling mess.
"Look at me," Seiran commanded, his hand gripping her chin and forcing her flushed face up. "Look at who owns you."
Haruno's eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, were glazed over with a misty haze. She bit her lower lip, drawing a tiny drop of blood, trying desperately to hold back the moan building in her throat. Her fingers dug into the silk sheets, her knuckles turning white.
"You... you really are the worst," she gasped, her breath hitching as she felt the heat of him pressing against her entrance. Her legs, however, betrayed her words; they wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him closer. "Doing this... right in front of Mother... In front of Sensei..."
"Mother?" Seiran chuckled darkly. He didn't look away from Haruno, but his voice was directed at the woman kneeling by the bedside. "She's watching to learn. Aren't you, Reiko?"
Reiko Yukinoshita flinched, her face burning with a mixture of shame and vicarious arousal. She clutched her kimono tightly to her chest, her eyes glued to where Seiran and Haruno were joined.
"Yes... My Lord," Reiko whispered, her voice trembling. She forced herself to meet Haruno's shocked gaze. "Please... discipline her well. She has been... a bad child."
Hearing her mother's betrayal, Haruno let out a broken sob that instantly turned into a high-pitched keen as Seiran thrust forward, shattering her last line of defense.
"Ah! M-Mother, you traitor—! Hnggh!"
Haruno's back arched off the mattress, her toes curling. The sensation of being filled completely by the "God" she tried to manipulate was too much. Her mind went blank, the facade of the 'Great Fairy' dissolving into pure, animalistic sensation.
Sae Chabashira, watching from the foot of the bed with a lazy, predatory grin, blew a stream of smoke into the air.
"She's loud," Sae commented dryly, though her eyes were dark with lust. "You might want to gag her, or the neighbors will think you're murdering a cat."
"Let her scream," Seiran grunted, increasing the pace. "I want her to remember this every time she thinks about climbing out a window."
Haruno's world narrowed down to the brutal, rhythmic violence of Seiran's hips. Every thrust was a tectonic shift, a collision that sent shockwaves from her battered cervix straight up her spine, frying her synapses. She tried to cling to her dignity, to the cold, analytical persona she had crafted for years, but it was being pounded out of her, inch by merciless inch.
"Nngh! Ah! Too deep! It's hitting the—ahhh!"
The friction was agonizingly exquisite, a raw burning sensation as her walls were stretched to their absolute limit to accommodate his girth. She felt split open, displayed like a slab of meat. The heat pooling in her belly was terrifying, a heavy, molten weight that made her womb throb in anticipation.
"Look at her," Seiran sneered, his voice dropping to a guttural growl right against her ear. He grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back so she was forced to stare at the foot of the bed. "Look at your teacher. Look at your mother. They're watching you take it like a cheap whore. Does that hurt your pride, Haruno? Or does it make you wet?"
Haruno's vision swam. She saw Sae's cynical smirk, saw the flushed, shameful hunger in her own mother's eyes. The humiliation hit her like a physical blow, but instead of shame, it ignited a powder keg of depravity in her gut.
"I... I hate you!" she wailed, her hands scrabbling uselessly against his chest before sliding down to claw at his back, pulling him harder against her. "Stop looking! Mother, stop looking at me! ...No, don't stop! Seiran, please, break me! Break it!"
"That's right," Seiran hissed, his rhythm shifting, becoming jagged and punishing. He drove into her with the intent to ruin. "You aren't the Yukinoshita heiress right now. You aren't a prodigy. You're just a breeding sow for the my bloodline. Your only purpose is to take this seed."
A sow. The words rattled around her skull, dismantling the last of her ego. The "Great Devil" was gone. There was only this—this wet, trembling vessel begging to be filled.
"I'm... I'm a sow..." she gibbered, her tongue lilling out of her mouth as her control snapped. The pleasure-pain threshold vanished. "Use me! Ruin me! Breed me, please! Ahhhhh!"
Seiran gave a final, guttural roar and slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt and grinding against the entrance of her womb.
Haruno's back bowed off the bed, her body convulsing violently. Her eyes rolled back into her skull, showing only the whites in a grotesque, blissful mask of ahegao. Her mouth hung open, drool spilling onto her cheek as her mind completely shattered under the sensory overload. She felt the hot torrent flooding her insides, scalding and claiming her, but her consciousness had already fled.
With one last, gargled moan, her body went limp, twitching spasmodically on the silk sheets, utterly broken and blissfully unconscious.
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