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

Looking at the crowds passing by, no one seemed to notice this woman, which made Lu Jin feel a bit curious.
Even though she was wearing a mask, based on his experience, if the upper half of her face was this beautiful, the lower half wouldn’t be bad either.
Even if you averaged it out, she was at least an eight or nine out of ten.
And if that still wasn’t enough—well, she had the figure to make up for it.
Even if she wasn’t the best-looking, a mask could always help with the imagination.
That one certain online influencer became famous this way, didn’t she?
Lu Jin, who originally had no interest, couldn’t help but take a second look at her seductive figure.
Flirting is an art.
You can’t be too direct.
If you walked up and blurted out some crude pick-up line, even if she really was a professional ‘weapon maintenance and polishing expert’, she’d still curse you out as an idiot.
One must be subtle, use some skills, apply some professional techniques.
In this regard, Lu Jin was quite experienced.
“Miss, would you be interested in having a drink?”
A woman standing here was most likely a seasoned industry professional.
So, without overthinking it, Lu Jin walked up and issued his invitation in a subtle manner.
Pressing his palms together, dressed in monk’s robes, he wore a polite and charming smile. He was sure he looked very handsome at the moment.
With the added aura of being a monk, his natural charisma had an extra edge.
Silence.
The woman standing in the corner slowly turned her head, her neck stiff as she did so. Her pitch-black pupils locked onto Lu Jin, an eerie glint in her eyes.
“You want to sleep with me?”
Her voice was magnetic and sultry, whispering into his ears.
For some reason, Lu Jin suddenly felt a chill run through his body, goosebumps rising all over.
But hearing her words, he almost burst out laughing.
Lu Jin touched his nose, wondering where he had given himself away.
“I just wanted to have a drink with someone. But I do know a hotel with very comfortable waterbeds. If you’re interested, we could try it out.”
He spoke with an air of seriousness.
If you are already hitting on a woman, what’s the point of pretending to be reserved?
Hearing this, the woman gave him a deep, lingering glance before turning around and walking towards a secluded alley.
“Little monk, you’re quite bold.”
“Come on.”
Looking at the dimly lit alley lined with hotels, Lu Jin raised an eyebrow.
“Could this be a scam?”
The thought flashed through his mind but was quickly dismissed.
As long as he was fast enough, even an immortal con artist wouldn’t be able to keep up.
Did they think his Buddhist training was for nothing?
Following behind the woman into the narrow, dimly lit alley, Lu Jin’s gaze lingered on her figure.
The black dress clung tightly to her body, outlining every curve.
A slight indentation at her waist only added to the allure, sending his imagination running wild.
Suddenly, Lu Jin realized—this woman was quite tall.
Most women in Japan over 160 cm were already considered tall.
She was at least 170 cm or more.
But her skin was incredibly pale.
That cold, porcelain-white complexion stood out starkly against the black dress.
Lu Jin kept his eyes lowered as he followed behind her.
Then, without warning, the woman stopped.
Caught off guard, he bumped right into her.
For a moment, he felt an incredible softness.
But—why did her skin feel so cold? It wasn’t the warmth of a normal person…
As he pondered this, the woman suddenly turned around, fixing her dark gaze on him.
Her pitch-black eyes seemed to hold an abyss of darkness.
“Do you think I’m beautiful?”
They were so close now that when Lu Jin looked down, he could see the flawless whiteness of her exposed collarbone.
Not large, but perfectly shaped.
At this point, what else could he say?
“Miss, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”
He wasn’t lying.
Despite his extensive experience with women, despite countless philosophical discussions on Buddhism with female devotees, he had never encountered someone quite like her.
Even compared to Kurosaki Masako, who had the charm of a mature woman, this one had a certain edge.
Lu Jin reached out, boldly placing a hand on her slender waist.
No one else was around anyway—why not make things a little more exciting?
The woman didn’t resist. Instead, she let out a low chuckle.
In the silence, her laughter was strangely captivating.
Then, slowly, she reached up and removed her mask.
“Well, do you still think I’m beautiful now?”
Lu Jin stared at the face beneath the mask.
He froze on the spot.
The heat that had just risen within him vanished instantly, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.