The Demon King, reborn in Japan as a monk

“It’s a rare opportunity to experience being with a young girl, I can’t bear to miss it,” Ishihara Akira said with a mischievous grin.

"You! Let me go, I'll call Misaka for you." Misaki Shokuhou was furious. After taking two deep breaths, she replied coldly.

"Finally willing to cooperate? Too bad, I'm not in a hurry anymore. Because compared to you with such an unfair figure and such a wonderful scent, what is a mere little sister...?" As he spoke, Ishihara Akira deliberately lowered his head and leaned close to Shokuhou Misaki's neck, taking a deep breath as if breathing in the air of a forest, causing Shokuhou Misaki's face to turn uncontrollably ugly.

"You can't gain a girl's approval by forcing her." Misaki Shokuhou tried her best to stop Ishihara Akira with her words, to prevent the worst thing from happening to her.

"I know. But so what? They say forced love is never sweet, but the key is that it quenches thirst! Similarly, I don't need girls' affection. I just need to be satisfied and happy. As for liking someone, I can talk about that when I actually meet a girl who makes my heart flutter." After saying that, Ishihara Akira turned his head and kissed the cheek that Shokuhou Misaki had hurriedly turned her head to.

"you!"

"Where can you hide?"

So after only a few times, Ishihara Akane decisively sealed Shokuhou Misaki's lips with his, taking what was probably her first kiss.

"The taste of a young girl is indeed delicious."

Then, as if satisfied, Ishihara Sho released Shokuhou Misaki...

After all, he still has some bottom line. And while Misaki Shokuhou's figure is indeed inappropriate, and her maturity is undeniable, she's still just a middle school student. Even with the newly revised laws in Japan, you can only do *that* if you're over 16 and the other person is willing. Right now…

Ishihara felt it was still lacking something.

It would be more like raising a child.

Although he knew that with Misaki Shokuhou harboring feelings for Touma Kamijou, the cultivation process probably wouldn't work out, he figured he'd just take advantage of the situation and be done with it. If he continued, he was afraid he'd be suppressed by an ancient god.

Misaki Shokuhou didn't care whether Ishihara Akira was deliberately letting her go. She quickly ran to the side and spat several times, then wiped her arm, which was wearing a white silk glove, for a long time before glaring fiercely at Ishihara Akira. After a while, she reluctantly took out her phone, found Misaka Mikoto's number, and dialed it.

With her own abilities useless, Misaka Mikoto's powers became her only lifeline.

As for how to cooperate...

Don't forget she's a mind control expert. If she can't deal with Ishihara Sho, secretly contacting Misaka Mikoto shouldn't be too much of a problem.

Of course, this was on the premise that Misaka Mikoto would unlock her brain protection and not block the transmission of her brainwave signals. But even if that didn't work, based on their relationship—arch-enemies—and their general understanding of each other, she believed that Misaka Mikoto should be able to notice something was wrong with her after arriving and cooperate with her.

"Misaka Mikoto, you absolutely must live up to the trust I placed in you..."

"Alright, Misaka said she'll be there soon." A moment later, after bickering with Misaka Mikoto and giving her the address of the talent workshop, Shokuhou Misaki hung up the phone and said to Ishihara Akane, who was not far away.

“Okay,” Ishihara Akira said with a smile.

……

But when Misaka Mikoto actually arrived at the talent workshop and, without anyone guiding her, spontaneously found Shokuhou Misaki, what she saw shocked her greatly. She blushed instantly and turned her back on him—

The reason was simple: the Misaki Shokuhou she saw was being held in a man's arms, sitting on the floor of the talent workshop, her clothes disheveled, being kneaded by the man's large hands...

Such an exaggerated scene is not something a pure and innocent junior high school girl like her should see!

As for the utterly dejected expression on Misaki Shokuhou's face...

Because she was too shocked, Misaka Mikoto didn't notice much and therefore didn't know that Shokuhou Misaki's current state was not of her own volition, but rather a result of Ishihara Sho's perverse sense of humor.

"Hey you two, you didn't call me over just to show me this kind of thing, did you? Misaki Shokuhou, I'm not as perverted as you. If there's nothing else, I'm going back now," Misaka Mikoto said loudly, still with her back to the two of them.

"Misaka, help!" At this moment, Misaki Shokuhou finally regained a bit of her strength and shouted loudly, ignoring the presence of Ishihara Sho.

"Eh!?" Misaka Mikoto, who was about to leave, was taken aback and turned around again.

"Misaka, this guy is a pervert, hurry and save me!" Seeing that Ishihara Akane did not stop her, Shokuhou Misaki continued to shout for help.

Chapter 602 Investigation

Heavenly Demon, Reborn as a Monk in Japan

“I decided to become a streamer, but after a few attempts I just couldn’t find the right ideas, so I found a streamer online and wanted him to teach me. I came to Tokyo this time to meet him and learn from him,” Friend A explained.

"Is the other party male or female?" Ishihara Akira asked, frowning.

"Of course it's a woman. I know you men all too well. You're not very capable, but you're all incredibly possessive. So, to avoid any misunderstandings, I've always chosen women as my targets. So don't worry," Friend A replied casually, as if he knew men very well.

"...Then remember to turn on the video when you see her." Ishihara Akira was silent for a while, but finally made the request.

After all, he had spent money on her. If his friend A went out and fooled around with other men during this time, even if he had no feelings for her, he would still be very unhappy.

Just as my friend A said, a man's possessiveness, like a woman's greed, is a very terrible selfish emotion.

"You don't believe me?" Friend A raised his voice and questioned.

“It’s not that I don’t want to believe you, but there are just too many female scammers online. Besides, you said you met her online. How do you know she’s definitely a woman in real life? After all, the internet is so advanced these days; even dogs can sit across from a screen and chat with people, let alone others.” Ishihara Akira wasn’t stupid; he changed his perspective and explained.

“Okay then, we’ll get in touch after I see him.” Friend A thought about it and realized that was indeed the case, so he softened his tone and agreed.

"Row."

After hanging up the phone, Ishihara Akira paused for a moment, then turned and headed towards the gym he had found on his phone the day before, a gym where Indian yoga teachers personally taught yoga practice.

That's right, there are yoga studios in Nagoya with Indian women working there!

Instead of what Ishihara Sho initially thought, that such a place could only be found in Tokyo.

But then again, it makes sense. Nagoya is one of the most important cities in Japan’s third largest economic zone after Tokyo and Kyoto. It’s adjacent to Osaka, and the number of foreigners living there is actually no less than in the other two places. It’s just that the pace of life isn’t as intense as in Tokyo, where it feels like you’re being chased by a dog.

Therefore, during the period of Japan's economic boom in the late 80s, it also attracted a lot of foreign immigrants and settlers!

This process of reproduction and growth has shaped the current urban landscape of Nagoya.

It's just that it's quite far from where Ishihara Akira is currently, and you need to take several subway lines to get there.

Fortunately, it didn't take much effort, so after about 20 minutes, Ishihara Akira found the place—a building with a front facade entirely inlaid with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, making it easy to see the interior decoration and the area where members exercise.

There were faint figures moving around on the second floor, which shows how bustling the place is with people and customers.

Then Ishihara Akira opened the door and walked in, going straight to the service desk next to him.

"Welcome, how can I help you?" the receptionist greeted, getting up to greet you.

"Does this teacher teach here?" Ishihara Akira took out his phone, found the search page and the photo on it, zoomed in and showed it to the receptionist to ask.

"It's Teacher Aishwarya. She does indeed offer basic and advanced yoga classes here. Would you like to register?" the receptionist asked expectantly.

"Is she at the clubhouse now?" Ishihara Akira didn't answer, but continued to ask at his own pace.

"No. Teacher Aishwarya only comes in the afternoon and evening," the receptionist said, shaking her head.

"What time does she usually arrive in the afternoon?" Ishihara Akira continued to ask.

"Around 2:30. Since Aishwarya's class starts at 3:00, we usually come a little earlier to prepare."

"Okay, I'll come back this afternoon."

"Okay." The receptionist maintained her smile and watched Ishihara Akira leave the clubhouse.

"What's so great about Teacher Aishwarya? There are men who want her too..." The receptionist sat back down in her chair and muttered under her breath, somewhat annoyed.

Clearly, he regarded Ishihara Sho as Aishwarya's suitor.

Ishihara Akira didn't hear any of this, and even if he had, he wouldn't have paid any attention to it. He sighed to himself, "What a day! Everything's going wrong." He then started walking again, heading towards his friend A's apartment.

Although Friend A is not at home now, but in Tokyo, the bricks that make up the dream world are not only Friend A, but also the residents around him. So if you want to know if the changes in your dream world have affected reality, you just need to ask the residents around you.

So after some time, Ishihara Akira reappeared near Friend A's apartment.

Ishihara Akira looked around but didn't see any passersby. He then turned and entered the apartment building where his friend A's apartment was located. Following the information he had noted down when he pulled people into the dream, he knocked on the door of one of the apartments.

"Ta-da!"

"Splash, snap..."

A woman's face peeked out from a doorway about the size of a fist that had been opened.

Who are you looking for?

Without wasting words, Ishihara Akira unleashed his mental power, controlling the other person's consciousness and making them open the door. He then slipped into the woman's house.

"Are you home alone?" Ishihara Akira walked into the living room and sat down like the host, asking the woman who had just returned after locking the door.

"Yes." The woman nodded.

"Have you heard anything unusual happening around here recently?" Ishihara Akane nodded, not bothering to ask where her husband was, and went straight to the point about the real purpose of their visit.

"Something unusual?" The woman tilted her head, indicating that she didn't quite understand.

"For example, information that sounds like rumors, such as someone dying somewhere, someone suddenly becoming a vegetable, or someone encountering a ghost somewhere, should have been circulated on the bulletin board of your Wives' Association, right?" Ishihara Akira reminded.

As for the Wives' Association, as the name suggests, it is a community organization that is joined by married or some single women in a nearby area.

After all, Japanese housewives lead very simple, even monotonous, lives. Besides taking care of their children at home, they watch TV dramas, unlike housewives in China who spend their days surfing the internet, playing mahjong, or dancing in public squares. They don't even have enough time in a day.

This has led to the creation of organizations that make it easier for stay-at-home housewives to stay informed about the latest happenings around them, increase communication, and provide opportunities for interaction.

The bulletin board was used by the wives to pass on messages. It was about the size of an iPad, but not electronic. It was just a white writing board. The owner would write down the information he knew on it and then pass it on to the wives in the neighborhood. One person passed it on to the other, spreading the message to the wives in the surrounding area.

It can be described as a breeding ground for rumors and gossip.

"Yes," the woman replied after a moment's thought.

Chapter 603

Heavenly Demon, Reborn as a Monk in Japan

"Let's go." Ishihara Sho, who had stirred up Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki's emotions, didn't pay much attention to their actions. Instead, on the third day after their appointment, he came to the AIM diffusion field research institute where Kiyama Harumi was located and reunited with her.

"I thought you weren't coming today," said Kiyama Harumi, who was packing his things to leave, glancing at Ishihara Sho.

"How could that be? Today is your special day, after all. How could I not be by your side at such a crucial time?" Ishihara Akira walked up behind Kiyama Harumi without any politeness, reached out and hugged her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"You took a shower?" she chuckled, smelling the shower gel on Kiyama Harumi's body.

"Mmm." Kiyama Harumi blushed slightly, but not from shyness, but from embarrassment—

After all, anyone would feel extremely embarrassed if their hygiene was repeatedly questioned.

"Also, don't do this, I'm not used to it," Kiyama Harumi then said in a soft voice.

"If you're not used to it, you'll get used to it eventually. Anyway, I'm not going to let you, this beauty, slip away from me," Ishihara Akira replied calmly and domineeringly.

Kiyama Harumi remained silent, unsure how to resist, and let Ishihara Sho hold her.