Chapter 119 The Demon of the Training Temple
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After a short while, Tokko arrived at the plaza in front of the barrier station.
Apparently, a troublesome woman had been spotted nearby harassing the nobility. Having received the report, she had come rushing to the scene.
”I am terribly sorry to have kept you waiting,” Tokko said. “Please, rest easy now. I will see to it that the scoundrels responsible for this are arrested.”
”That was just me, so don’t worry about it,” I replied.
”In that case… were you the one who was victimized?” Tokko asked, looking confused.
She was clearly misunderstanding the situation, but the truth was I was both the victim and the perpetrator.
I decided to go on the offensive here as well.
”Tokko-san, gimme a hug!” I cried.
”Wh-what!? Ah… why am I, an officer of the law, being embraced!?” Tokko stammered.
As expected of someone whose daily life involved the grueling work of fighting criminals, her back felt firm despite her feminine figure.
The curves of her hips were impressively supple as well.
”You have amazing muscles,” I whispered. “It’s really cool.”
”I-I make sure to train every day…” she replied.
”Your abs are so hard!”
”O-oh… please, feel free to confirm for yourself,” Tokko said, her voice trailing off.
She suddenly pulled her military cap down over her eyes to hide her blushing face-a truly adorable gesture. I wished she were this submissive toward everyone.
However, a moment later, Tokko snapped back to her senses and pulled away. A police officer couldn’t exactly stand around on the street being fondled indefinitely.
Since I was starting to draw unwanted attention, I had no choice but to take my leave.
I wandered aimlessly, following the flowerbeds of Kikuka until I came upon a plain-looking temple.
It had a subdued brown hipped roof topped with dark, weathered tiles.
Tucked away in an inconspicuous corner of the city, this was a training temple¹, not the sort of place meant for tourists.
The temple grounds were filled with many young monks.
They were all girls in the middle of their training. Dressed in hakama², they were lined up in a row, chanting sutras. Every one of them had a matching bobbed haircut.
To be honest, they looked more like shrine maidens who simply wore black instead of red.
When I asked the elderly head priest if I could observe, she requested that I perform a certain task.
It turned out to be a role perfectly suited for me.
”Phew…”
”Ugh…” one of the girls groaned.
I leaned in and blew softly into her ear.
The girl sat in zazen³ with her eyes tightly shut, flinching as my breath hit her.
I could hear the audible sound of the other girls meditating nearby as they swallowed hard.
”You mustn’t react,” I whispered. “If you’re led astray by something this minor, you’ll never reach enlightenment.”
”I-I know,” she replied. “I will cast aside my worldly desires.”
”If you open your eyes, you’ll be punished. You have to remain chaste. Even if I touch your skin, you aren’t allowed to move. Otherwise, the priest will be furious.”
I let my hands crawl slowly up her shoulders.
”It’s tough doing nothing but training all day, isn’t it?” I asked. “Let me loosen those shoulders up for you. I’m actually quite proud of my massage skills.”
”Kyah… P-please, stop,” she whimpered.
”Now, don’t be shy. Just relax your body and let the tension go,” I said.
I gently kneaded her bare skin.
The girl’s body began to flush with heat, and her breathing turned heavy and sweet.
I wasn’t teasing them just for the sake of being mean. I had been asked to assist in their training-specifically, their ability to withstand s*xual temptation.
During his path to enlightenment, Buddha experienced the “Mara-papiyas.” A demon named Mara⁴ appeared, taking the form of three seductive figures to tempt him. Mara was the very incarnation of worldly obsession.
Even when faced with such lewd temptations, Buddha continued his meditation with eyes that remained perfectly clear and untroubled. After a battle lasting three days and three nights, Mara finally fled.
Having forced Mara to admit defeat, the enlightened Shakyamuni finally became the Buddha.
Naturally, this was a solitary battle.
The head priest had already stepped out, leaving the girls in the tatami room to shut their eyes and focus solely on their sutras as they fought against me.
I was the demon to be repelled. I was playing the part of Mara.
The priest had told me it would be enough to stay for the first few minutes and then quietly slip out through the sliding door, but I decided to go the extra mile and provide a historical reenactment as a special service.
”I think that’s enough of a shoulder rub,” I said.
I was getting bored of just kneading shoulders.
I slid my hand inside the opening of her robes.
Since there was no one around to scold me, I was free to do as I pleased.
”Hmm, you’re still just a child, so you’re quite small,” I murmured. “It’s a mystery to think that you’ll eventually end up like that lady from earlier.”
”Ah!?” she gasped.
She was soft and quite cute.
Next, I decided to test her from below.
There are gaps in a hakama. When viewed from the front, there’s an opening of about five centimeters on both sides just below the waist.
”I wonder why these are made this way,” I mused. “It’s almost like they’re inviting someone to slide a hand inside.”
”Nyoze gamon… Nanmyou hourenge…” the girl chanted, her voice shaking.
”Hey, tell me,” I whispered. “Are you wearing this because you want to be touched? On your thighs… or even further inside? Kimonos really are full of openings, aren’t they?”
”Stop it… that place is… impure…” she managed to say.
”Come on, let’s find some pleasure together,” I urged.
”Heee…!”
When I licked her ear, the little monk’s legs finally gave out.
”Please don’t touch me there! It feels too good… I’m going to die! Someone, help me!” she cried.
”Hang in there,” I said. “You have to endure.”
”Ah… Buddha… Ugh, a strange feeling is… it’s coming out! Stop, someone…!”
Next to her, the voices of the other bobbed-hair girls were trembling as they tried to maintain their chanting.
The little monk collapsed onto the tatami, her knees pressed together.
Left with no choice, I moved on to lean against the body of the next girl.
”It seems that girl was still a long way from the path of enlightenment,” I said. “She lost to Mara’s temptation. I wonder how you’ll fare?”
”Namu… Na… Nanmyou…”
”You’re not saying it right,” I teased. “Calm down. Don’t be so nervous. Do your best.”
”Mara, begone!” she snapped. “I… I won’t give in to worldly desires! Don’t think I’m like her. Go away!”
She was tougher than the last one.
In response to her endurance, I decided to be even bolder.
”I see… how cold of you,” I said. “I wonder if your attitude will change if I warm you up a bit?”
I took her hand in mine.
”Don’t open your eyes,” I warned.
None of them knew exactly what was happening, but they were all desperately focused on their chanting.
”See? It’s warm, isn’t it?” I asked. “Did you know that for men, this is where all the blood gathers?”
”I… wh-what am I touching!?” she cried out.
”I’m just borrowing your hand for a second,” I said. “It’s actually quite painful for me too, since I’m only allowed to touch. Let’s work hard and finish this training together.”
I was enduring my own frustrations as well.
The stifling atmosphere continued for some time.
The tatami room was thick with the girls’ damp breaths and a frantic, youthful impulse that felt like it was on the verge of snapping.
The air in the temple room grew heavy and stagnant.
I realized that I couldn’t exactly finish myself off in front of so many people-it would be impossible to keep them all quiet later-so I ended up having to hold back throughout the entire session.
Honestly, I was hoping the group would just overpower me and take what they wanted.
But if I let that happen, these girls would likely be executed.
It was a painful situation.
Finally, one of the girls reached her limit and lunged at me. She straddled me and began to touch herself, which prompted the others to step in and stop her, bringing the training to a forced halt.
The elderly head priest was utterly shocked when she saw the disastrous state we were in after the “penance” was over.
”P-priest-san… I lost to my desires,” one girl sobbed. “I’ll never be able to go to heaven now. I couldn’t… I couldn’t follow the Buddha’s teachings!”
”Goodness gracious,” the priest murmured. “What on earth happened?”
”A real Mara appeared!” the girl cried. “A person this wicked can’t stay here with you. I’m going to throw myself into the river!”
The girl I had tormented the most was weeping uncontrollably.
The priest looked on in confusion as the other girls either wailed or sat in a daze, completely drained of spirit.
I stood beside them, averting my eyes and desperately trying to look nonchalant by watching a small bird in a ginkgo tree.
I had definitely gone too far.
No matter how I tried to frame it as “training,” I had clearly been teasing them on purpose. Some of them probably didn’t even know what self-pleasure was yet, and I had gone and jump-started their bodies with the shock of a man’s touch.
”Well, you certainly were a big help,” the priest said to me. “Here, take these. They’re very sweet.”
She handed me some dried persimmons as a reward.
While comforting the girls, she actually apologized to me. The young monks eventually thanked me for my “cooperation” as well.
Once the tears dried, they seemed overjoyed and told me they wanted me to come back. They even said they would treasure the memories of today.
After clearing up the misunderstandings and apologizing to each of them individually, I took my leave, practically fleeing the grounds while gnawing on my souvenir.
It was true-for a guy like me, who really was like Mara, a temple was a difficult place to be.
”It feels bad being apologized to by people who didn’t do anything wrong,” I muttered. “Then again, a man’s ability to destroy someone’s dignity is just too high. Maybe I should reflect a little… or maybe not. They seemed happy in the end, so I’ll just try to be more moderate next time. Besides, I already decided I was going to enjoy this vacation however I wanted.”
I continued my stroll, following wherever my feet led me.
Both the barrier station and the temple were hidden gems that only I had discovered.
The outskirts of the Imperial Capital saw tens of thousands of people coming and going every day, so I didn’t have to worry about rumors or scandals. I could get away with almost anything. If things got too hot, I could just move to a new spot.
In this whole wide world, I’m probably the only one who uses the “traveler’s license to be shameless” quite like this.
No matter what people think of me, finding my own unique way to have fun is the best part of traveling.
Besides, rather than getting lumped in with a crowd of tourists at some big landmark, these random local interactions are the things that really stick in your memory.
It’s what you might call the “authentic atmosphere” of a journey. It makes you really feel like you’re in a town you’ve never seen before.
I thought about these lofty ideas while surreptitiously checking out the chests and backsides of the people passing by.
I noticed a few passersby looking at me with expectant gazes, so I quickly hurried away.
It was a shame, but it was about time to head back.
I never thought I’d see the day where I’d actually have to turn down a chance to pick up girls.
The Imperial Capital boasts five dungeons dedicated entirely to tourism. In Japan, there are nearly 150 dungeons in Honshu⁵ alone, and about 50 of those are open for public tours. It sounds like a lot, but it’s a bit like mountains; some are perfectly climbable but just don’t have the popularity to become a destination.
They include dungeons that never made the cut for commercialization—like the first floor of Kujukuri Town. Once a dungeon is fully cleared, the monsters and traps vanish for good, and you even get a reward for your trouble. Afterward, scholars and university students swarm the place to research the true nature of that world. If the environment is scenic enough, tourists flock there looking for a “mystical experience.” For a town, that’s the ultimate endgame.
But I couldn’t bring myself to visit any of the Imperial Capital’s “cleared” tourist traps. Dungeons? Yeah, no thanks. I’ve had quite enough of those.
”Another clear day,” I muttered to myself. “It’s finally starting to feel like spring, though with cherry blossoms blooming all winter in the Capital, the seasons don’t really mean much here.”
It had been a few days since my arrival. I’d spent my time checking out different wholesale markets and occasionally just rotting in bed on rainy days. Rubbing my heavy eyelids, I pushed open the cottage window to let the morning sun spill in.
My current neighborhood felt exactly like Nippori in the previous life. My second-floor bedroom was nestled among the cherry trees, while the opposite window offered a view of the distant Aoyama ridges, glowing in the light of the dawn.
”Maybe I’ll actually go out and do something today. I’m just idling around, and it feels like a waste of a good trip. Besides, Trash-san’s Psionic Power means I basically have an infinite money glitch. No point in overthinking the budget,” I said.
It was a total cheat. Honestly, I should probably be using that cash to hoard as many pocket-sized valuables as possible.
The Capital had a million things more interesting than some fantasy dungeon adventure: hot springs, high-end restaurants serving “mystery” ingredients, cyborg sports tournaments, noble-style falconry and horseback riding, and guest houses where travelers from all over gathered. If a male’s application was approved, he could even enter the Imperial Palace.
I started planning my itinerary immediately, basing it on the “standard tourist schedule” I’d heard from Uribayashi-san, who’d worked in the Capital for years. First: Brunch at a cafe. Next: A crawl through private museums and solo art galleries. When my feet started to ache, I’d hit a massage parlor to get my ki flowing. After lunch and a quick afternoon nap, I’d grab a book from a rental shop and spend some time reading in the botanical gardens. Around 3:00 PM, I’d stop by a hair salon, followed by some hairpin shopping.
The golden rule for heading home was to stop at a high-power shrine to wash away any spiritual impurities. You can’t be bringing negative auras back to the house, after all. A quick diary entry, and then an early bedtime. It sounded exactly like the “ideal day” of some trendy office lady. Maybe I should buy some scented candles and start “living intentionally,” without skipping the yoga and meditation.
”So this is the daily life of a Capital boy, huh? It’s so pampered and elegant that it actually feels a bit trashy. It’s like a ‘perfect life’ dreamed up by someone totally shallow… Or maybe I’m just being a cynical prick,” I thought.
Apparently, boys and young men all over the country dreamed of this kind of “sparkling” city life. The Imperial Capital was the heart of Japan’s power struggles, but I didn’t give a damn about politics. I was going to enjoy my vacation like a total airhead—full-blown Paris Syndrome style. I’d live my best life, write all about it in letters to the guys back home, and make them green with envy. Then, when they complained, I’d give them a troubled little smile and say, “Oh, Tokyo isn’t that great, really.”
I’d make new friends, have little adventures, and wander the streets without my Imperial Guard escort, looking for a “fateful encounter.”
”I want to live in Tokyo until the day I learn to hate it.” That was the dream every boy had at least once.
”Don’t get cocky, kid. Where do you think all this money is coming from?” I muttered. “Well… I’m the one receiving it, so I guess I’ll just shut up and enjoy it.”
Actually, attracting the attention of males who came to the city—whether for study or play—was a huge deal for the females of every faction. Honestly, it was basically their reason for living. It was all about the “meet-cute.” If things went well, they’d exchange males, arrange marriages between different towns, and you’d have yourself a sister-city alliance.
A week warped by. Time flies when you’re having too much fun; it felt like a literal distortion in space-time. I barely knew what had happened. This place was a “useless human manufacturing facility.” The food and scenery were flawless, the people were polite and cheerful, and not a single soul walked with their head down. Every day was a fresh explosion of discovery.
I spent my time cycling through restaurants, markets, and a healthy dose of harassment. Everywhere I went, I was pampered, praised, respected, and given priority. I’d intentionally “fall” for pick-up lines just so I could hold hands with various older sisters. The only one of my Imperial Guards who actually enjoyed my reports on this was Maggot-san. She was the one who taught me the petty trick of dropping a handkerchief on purpose so someone would have to pick it up for me.
The way the city functioned was fascinating, too. In the winter, dry winds usually whipped down from the Chichibu Mountains, but giant, mystical windmills repelled the gust. Even the ground was like a giant puzzle; the streets rearranged themselves weekly, giving the townscape a “roguelike” feel that made walking never feel boring. The sheer amount of effort and innovation involved was insane.
And, quite frankly, the women were just stylish and cute. I could honestly live here forever. Just walking around was enough to max out my self-esteem, and I hadn’t even touched the big “half-day” tourist activities yet. Even the small things I did for myself at the cottage—basic self-administration—got me showered with praise.
Of course, if I pieced together the rumors, I could tell that a brutal political struggle was constantly churning under the surface. People were definitely dying every day. I couldn’t entirely forget that my hedonism was built on the backs of the female population, but it wasn’t enough to ruin the vibe.
Anyway, today I was going for a stroll on my own two feet. Even a slacker needs a holiday from his holiday. That was the mood. It felt like a waste to only play with Bika when I was in a brand-new city… No, let’s stop lying to myself. It was a total waste. I was going to go out and get picked up.
”Excuse me, My Lord,” a cool, refined voice called out from behind me. I turned to find a young lady dressed in an elegant afternoon dress, looking the picture of high-society grace.
”You dropped your handkerchief,” she said.
”Oh, thank you very much,” I replied.
A polite exchange. But neither of us moved to leave. We just stood there, eyes locked in silence. She was the one to break it.
”Are you… perhaps in some trouble? Please, don’t be alarmed,” she began. “Truth be told, I have seen you passing by several times now. It is quite dangerous for a young man to be accosted by… other women, so I took the liberty of speaking to you out of goodwill. If you are lost and need guidance, I would be more than happy to assist…”
”And why exactly are you the only safe one? Here, older sister—get hugged!” I said.
”Eh? Ah—E-eek?!” she cried out.
”So… soft…” I muttered. Her white, beautiful chest was incredibly bountiful. Absolutely magnificent. Embracing this lady was like hugging a giant bouquet of flowers. She smelled like jasmine.
”Your breasts are huge. This feels amazing,” I said.
”A-ah… U-um… what… what kind of playful act is this?!” she stammered.
”Can I stay like this for a second?” I asked.
I looked up from between her “twin mounds” to see her face flushed with total panic.
”T-this… you mean this… this wonderfully passionate embrace? But, h-how? Why?” she asked breathlessly. “I was only worried in my heart that Your Lordship was in distress… I did not dare hope for such a… a reward…”
”Phew. You’re the soft, marshmallow type, aren’t you?” I said.
”Could it be a sudden illness?! Yes, you must be lightheaded! I—I see! In that case, my personal physician is at my residence. Please, allow me to take you there at once!” she exclaimed.
Everyone’s pick-up lines were the same: “It’s just out of kindness,” “I have no ulterior motives,” or “I’m just protecting you from bad women.” I ignored her and kept my arms wrapped around her back. The fabric of her dress felt incredible.
”So fluffy. I could fall asleep right here,” I said.
”P-please… do as you wish. If it is your desire, this body is merely your pillow, your bedsheet!” she replied, completely losing it. “To be so innocently spoiled by you… how precious,” she whispered. “You are like a rapeseed flower blooming in the early spring breeze. Did the cool wind of the mountains carry you straight to me?”
Her voice was soft, resonating in my ears as I buried myself in a sea of white lace and soft curves. I could hear the genuine, hidden affection in her tone.
My standard response to being picked up was a counter-attack of groping. I hadn’t really felt one way or the other about it before, but I’d really come to love “Free Hugs.” It was the peak of culture. No one gets hurt, it doesn’t cost a dime, and you give a warm, fuzzy feeling to those who want it most. Plus, it usually sent a warm rush of blood straight to my lower half.
I knew a “Free Hug” this wicked shouldn’t exist, but her eyes were filled with nothing but shock and pure ecstasy. Then, a sudden, breathtaking wave of resolve washed over her.
”P-please! Will you get engaged to me? I swear, I will never let a moment of your life be anything less than absolute freedom!” she cried.
”Isn’t that a bit fast? We’ve known each other for, like, a minute,” I replied.
”No… does that mean… you already have a partner?” she asked.
”Not exactly, but sorry. It’s too sudden. No can do,” I said.
Her expression twisted in agony.
”Spare me your kind lies! I was too slow… I have missed my chance! There is nothing left but to pierce my own heart with a blade… ah…!” she gasped.
She was clearly the type who couldn’t stop once she’d made up her mind. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed. I had to use every bit of my strength to catch her in a princess-carry and hand her off to one of her attendants. She’d literally fainted from the sheer emotional overload.
And so, my “fated partner”—whose name I never even learned—was whisked away in a carriage, our paths parted forever.
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Summary:
The protagonist meets Tokko, a flustered female officer, and teases her with playful physical banter before visiting a secluded temple. There, the head priest hires him to impersonate ‘Mara,’ testing the self-control of meditating female monks. He succeeds in overwhelming their resolve, later reflecting on his shameless, carefree travel philosophy. In the Imperial Capital, he indulges in luxury, using his innocent facade to enjoy gourmet meals and grope others under the guise of ‘free hugs.’ A noble lady falls for his act, proposing marriage after a handkerchief trick, but he rejects her, preferring his hedonistic lifestyle.
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Trivia:
- The protagonist is technically the ‘troublesome woman’ Tokko was looking for.
- The temple is specifically for training, not public worship.
- The girls’ hakama have specific side-gaps (waist openings).
- The protagonist had to endure his own arousal because he was in a group setting.
- The head priest actually paid him in dried persimmons and thanked him
- The protagonist is using ‘Trash-san’s’ powers to fund his lifestyle.
- The city layout is ‘roguelike’ and changes weekly.
- The windmills are mystical objects used to control the climate.
- Maggot-san is the only guard who supports his ‘free hug’ antics
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Character Insight:
The protagonist embraces a ‘traveler’s license to be shameless,’ feeling that the anonymity of the capital’s outskirts allows him to act out without consequence. Tokko shows a submissive side when her authority is bypassed by physical intimacy.
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Behind the Scenes:
The ‘Mara’ trial is a direct reference to Buddhist hagiography, where the demon Mara attempted to prevent Siddhartha Gautama from attaining enlightenment.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Tokko – Modified human officer of the Special Higher Police; can shift into a wolf-like state.
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
• Uribayashi – High-end noble caretaker with decades of common sense and a sharp tongue.
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