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

“When Avalokiteśvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajñāpāramitā, he illuminated the five aggregates and saw that they were all empty, thereby overcoming all suffering and distress. Śāriputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form; form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. The same applies to sensation, perception, mental formations, and consciousness…”
Lu Jin pressed his palms together and silently recited the Heart Sutra.
The restless fire in his heart gradually calmed down.
Seeing this, Kurosaki Masako’s competitive spirit was unexpectedly stirred.
Giving herself this excuse, she gazed at Lu Jin’s refined yet strikingly handsome face. A wave of heat surged through her, and she felt her body go weak.
Ever since her husband’s health began to decline, she hadn’t had any contact with another man.
In the past, she had no choice. Kurosaki Kenji’s possessiveness was too strong—he wouldn’t allow her to interact with any other man, and over time, she had grown accustomed to it.
But desires, like a coiled spring, become stronger the longer they are suppressed.
Before, she hadn’t been around men, so she didn’t feel anything.
Now, standing so close to a stranger, the intense masculine presence overwhelmed her senses.
Her mind was left with only one primal thought.
To get closer to this man.
This thought flickered in her mind, but the last bit of restraint she had was consumed by the rising flames within her.
She was like a person dying of thirst after years of deprivation.
And in her eyes, Lu Jin had become the life-saving water.
Kurosaki Masako reached out and wrapped her arms around his broad back. The moment her feverish skin touched him, it was as if she had pressed against ice—her entire body shuddered in relief.
Yet, after a fleeting moment of satisfaction, the fire within her didn’t diminish; instead, it burned even hotter.
She leaned in closer, breathing him in greedily, her lips seeking warmth.
At first, she held onto reason. But as it slipped away, she became like a wild beast in heat, tearing at Lu Jin’s robes.
“…..”
With his palms still pressed together, reciting the sutras, Lu Jin looked at Kurosaki Masako, whose eyes were filled with desire, and let out a helpless sigh.
Like dry wood meeting a raging fire, it was inevitable that flames would burst forth.
Yet, standing firm in the moment, Lu Jin remained unmoved, continuing to chant his scriptures.
A flicker of dissatisfaction flashed through Kurosaki Masako’s eyes.
She had already offered herself so eagerly, yet he remained utterly unfazed.
She refused to believe that he could hold out forever.
Her fingers trailed down her chest, and with a subtle motion, she slid down the straps of her silk nightgown.
The deep purple lace-trimmed fabric slipped away, revealing the soft, full curves beneath.
Then, she slowly removed her wedding ring and casually gathered her loose strands of hair, twisting them into a neat bun.
She knelt before him.
Lu Jin, who had been calmly reciting his sutras, took a sharp breath and snapped his eyes open.
He looked down at the dark, coiled hair so close to him, and for a moment, his immense demon-subduing power nearly surged out uncontrollably.
Fortunately, his Buddhist cultivation was profound. He quickly recited the Heart Sutra several more times, forcefully suppressing the violent energy within him.
Kurosaki Masako noticed the change.
Her competitive spirit flared up even more.
She intensified her actions, transitioning from hesitant to practiced movements.
Lu Jin remained silent.
He had no choice.
If he focused too much on her, the evil spirit might not reveal itself.
So, he endured, sensing the shifts in the surrounding energy.
Lu Jin was surprised.
This entity was certainly patient.
It seemed that his earlier punch had seriously injured the evil spirit, to the point where it no longer dared to show itself.
But evil spirits had chaotic minds. Even if they could suppress their emotions, there was always a breaking point.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t be evil spirits.
He could already sense the eerie energy around them fluctuating—it was barely holding back its fury.
A little more provocation, and it would be forced out.
With this in mind, Lu Jin suddenly grabbed Kurosaki Masako and pulled her up.
Seeing the glistening desire in her enchanting eyes, he silently cursed,
Kurosaki Masako instinctively licked her lips.
That fleeting gesture of seduction nearly made Lu Jin’s Vajra Demon-Subduing Staff lose control.
But fortunately, his Buddhist discipline held strong, keeping him restrained.
Without saying a word—fearing he might lose himself—Lu Jin picked her up and carried her straight into the bedroom.
He tossed her onto the bed.
“Lie down.”
His voice was deep.
Kurosaki Masako, her gaze sultry, obediently turned over and lay down, back facing him.
Her smooth, flawless back was fully exposed before him.
Her snow-white body was covered by only two pieces of deep purple lace.
The perfect curve of her waist and hips formed an elegant shape, like a polished gourd.
The contrast between the dark lace against her pale skin was striking, almost mesmerizing.
With even the slightest movement, the sheer lace shifted, amplifying its allure.
Even through the delicate fabric, Lu Jin could feel the overwhelming temptation emanating from her.