I Became a Monk in Japan and Exorcised Demons of Other’s Housewives

Chapter 9: Bathing Style!

As he stepped into the villa, Lu Jin immediately narrowed his eyes.

His gaze swept across the interior—just an ordinary Japanese-style decor, nothing particularly unusual.

On the table sat a framed photograph of a man and a woman.

The woman was naturally Kurosaki Masako, while the man was a middle-aged uncle with a slight bald spot.

Dressed in a suit, he wore a beaming smile, his face filled with happiness.

“What a strong presence of yin energy!”

Lu Jin muttered under his breath.

The moment he entered the house, he could feel the thick, ominous aura lingering in the villa.

It was even stronger than the malevolent spirit he had exorcised before.

Sure enough, there was an evil spirit at work.

However, what puzzled him was that although he could sense the presence of yin energy, he couldn’t pinpoint the spirit’s exact location.

“Is it hiding?”

Lu Jin gripped his prayer beads, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Exorcism was his specialty, but finding spirits wasn’t exactly his forte.

If he wanted to send this spirit away, he first had to locate it.

With that thought, Lu Jin turned his gaze to the woman beside him.

“You dream about your husband every night?”

Kurosaki Masako nodded.

“Every single night.”

“All right, then go to bed now.”

Seeing the strange look on her face, Lu Jin calmly explained,

“The evil spirit in this house has hidden itself. I need you to lure it out before I can exorcise it.”

“Since your husband’s spirit appears when you sleep, I need you to sleep.”

Kurosaki Masako’s face turned red—she realized she had misunderstood.

As she stood there motionless, blushing, Lu Jin looked at her with a puzzled expression.

“What are you waiting for?”

Didn’t I make myself clear?

“I… I usually take a bath and change into my pajamas before sleeping. Otherwise, I find it hard to fall asleep.”

Lu Jin was speechless for a moment.

“I am a monk. Do you think I would secretly watch you bathe?”

“Master, that’s not what I meant. I… I’ll go now.”

Embarrassed, Kurosaki Masako hurried to the bedroom.

She rummaged through the wardrobe, pulled out a thin nightgown, and entered the bathroom.

Though she didn’t believe this monk from Yakushi Temple would peek at her, the fact remained—her husband had only recently passed away, and now she was alone in a house with a strange man.

And she was about to take a bath.

The thought unsettled her.

But when she remembered her husband’s spirit, Kurosaki Masako suppressed her discomfort and followed her usual routine, stepping into the bath.

Half an hour later, she finally emerged, stalling as much as possible.

Her long, jet-black hair was loosely pinned up.

Her body, still slightly damp, was wrapped in a thin, semi-transparent nightgown that clung to her figure.

Faint floral patterns could be seen beneath the fabric.

Tsk.

Lu Jin’s eyes lit up. Earlier, Kurosaki Masako had been wearing a loose kimono, so her figure wasn’t very noticeable.

But now, fresh out of the bath and dressed in that somewhat revealing nightgown, her flawless curves were on full display.

The spaghetti-strap gown had a low neckline, revealing the fullness of her chest.

A deep, creamy-white valley exuded an irresistible allure, drawing the eye.

By size alone, she had to be at least at the fourth letter of the alphabet.*

[*Referring to bra cup size, implying a large bust. Damn! that’s a D]

The nightgown cinched at the waist, accentuating her slender, wasp-like figure.

Her slightly soft lower abdomen made her even more enticing.

Further down, the fabric flared into a rounded curve that swayed gently with each step.

Slim waist, wide hips, barely reaching her shoulders.

An absolute stunner.

Lu Jin suddenly understood why the man of this house had died so young.

With a woman like this, what man wouldn’t lose a few decades of his lifespan?

“I wonder if I can handle it.”

Lu Jin rubbed his nose. He had devoted himself to Buddhist practice for over a decade, now fortified by spiritual power.

He should be able to hold out for a little while.

At least, longer than the average man.

But unless his Buddhist cultivation reached a higher level, any monk entangled with such a woman would surely attain nirvana ahead of schedule.

“Master, you must stay by my side,” Kurosaki Masako pleaded as she lay on the bed, hands resting on her abdomen, her expression tense.

But more than the presence of this stranger, she feared her own husband’s vengeful spirit.

“With me here, no mere evil spirit can stir up trouble.”

Lu Jin sat cross-legged on the floor, his expression calm and composed, exuding absolute confidence.

Seeing his demeanor, Kurosaki Masako gradually calmed down.

She closed her eyes, her breathing steady, and slowly drifted into sleep.

Lu Jin remained on guard, silently watching over her, waiting for the spirit to appear.

Rustle. Rustle.

Suddenly, Kurosaki Masako, half-asleep, shifted uncomfortably, turning onto her side in search of a more comfortable position.

As she moved, one leg curled up toward her stomach.

Her thin nightgown rode up to her waist.

The scant fabric of violet lace lingerie was now in full view, leaving nothing to the imagination.