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

Chapter 44: Beauty Purses Her Lips, Camel Toes!

Lu Jin absorbed Tanaka Saya into his prayer beads.

He glanced at Yuan Boling, who stood silently beside him.

“This time, I owe you a favor. If you ever need help in the future, you can come find me at Yakushi Temple.”

Although he could have dealt with those guys even if this woman hadn’t stepped in—

Since she helped him, naturally, he would acknowledge that favor.

“Remember what you said.”

Yuan Boling gave a cold snort.

Though her gaze toward Lu Jin no longer brimmed with disgust as before, it still held little warmth.

Lu Jin was a bit speechless, though he had somewhat grown used to this kind of attitude.

It wasn’t just him she disliked—more accurately, she disliked all men.

It was a bit baffling.

But compared to how she treated others, he was already being treated quite decently.

After Yuan Boling left, Lu Jin didn’t hurry to leave.

Instead, he went alone into the villa.

Inside the room, Aoi Takumi, who was still possessed by the evil spirit, remained unconscious.

“You’re not planning to finish him off?”

Lu Jin asked curiously.

“He won’t live long.”

Tanaka Saya snorted coldly.

An ordinary man, possessed by an evil spirit—The only reason he hadn’t died yet was that the spirit didn’t want him to die just yet.

Even without her intervention, he wouldn’t last long before being killed by the spirit inside him.

Rather than caring about him, she was more curious why Lu Jin hadn’t left yet.

“You should mind your own business when adults are talking.”

Lu Jin didn’t explain. He walked through the long corridor and stopped in front of a bedroom door.

The bedroom wasn’t locked.

A gentle push, and it swung open.

Inside, the lighting was dim. A pink ambient light gave the room a somewhat suggestive atmosphere.

On the bed lay Aoi Yuriko, dressed in black lace sleepwear, resting on her side.

Under the lights, her cool, pale skin glistened faintly. The hem of her nightdress had ridden up, exposing her smooth, straight legs curled slightly.

The fabric slipped off her shoulder, revealing her delicate collarbone and bare shoulder.

Her firm, full chest stood tall without any support.

Her burgundy hair flowed loosely around her, and her lazy gaze, full of ease, calmly watched the man entering the room—as if she had expected this moment all along.

“Seems this humble monk wasn’t mistaken after all.”

Lu Jin’s expression held no surprise.

Back when he was speaking with Aoi Yuriko in the garden, he already felt like she was subtly hinting at something.

By the time he left the secret chamber, he had already begun to suspect.

Now, he was certain of it.

From the start, when she told him about Aoi Kumi, she had been quietly leading him to uncover the secret of the mansion’s underground room.

Why did she do that?

Lu Jin didn’t know. But one thing was clear: this woman definitely wasn’t on the same side as Aoi Kai.

“Looks like the monk figured it out. As expected of the man I’ve taken a liking to.”

Aoi Yuriko looked at him with admiration, slowly rising from the bed.

Only now did Lu Jin notice that aside from the black lace sleepwear, she wore nothing but a simple set of lingerie underneath.

As she rose, the sleepwear parted to either side.

Her body wasn’t the slender type—instead, she was slightly plump, but in just the right way.

Thanks to regular exercise, her figure was evenly proportioned, with faint muscle definition on her flat belly, and curvaceous, toned thighs.

Her jade-like legs pressed tightly together, not the slightest gap in between.

This subtly plump figure resembled a ripe pear—full and alluring in a way that defied words.

Lu Jin’s eyes fell on the purple lace lingerie beneath the sleepwear.

With its sheer design and minimal fabric, it was mostly hidden by her soft thighs—one would have to peel it back to see more.

This wasn’t just sexy—Black nightwear, purple lingerie, against that pale white skin—it created an ultimate contrast and allure.

“Do you like what you see?”

Barefoot on the carpet, the woman slowly walked over.

She casually shut the door and tugged Lu Jin by the collar toward the bed.

“Of course I do.”

Lu Jin’s answer was heartfelt.

A monk doesn’t speak falsely—and how could a monk lie?

Even if he did, it’d only be a well-meaning lie.

“So, monk… do you want to give it a try?”

“A woman like me can leave a man longing for a lifetime—miss this chance, and you’ll regret it forever.”

Aoi Yuriko’s tone brimmed with confidence in herself. She reached out and gave a gentle push.

Lu Jin fell back onto the bed with no resistance, staring wide-eyed as the woman straddled him.

That fleeting glimpse of stunning beauty—like a graceful smile from a goddess.

At this moment, the phrase “camel toe” has never been more vividly embodied.

[*Camel toe: A slang expression borrowed directly from English internet vernacular. It describes the visible outline of a woman’s labia through tight clothing. In this context, it’s used as a visual metaphor to emphasize the sexually suggestive nature of the moment. Though crude, it’s deliberately used here to intensify the provocative tone of the scene.]