Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Momiji and Ushio Gozen exchanged a glance, then concealed their faces and disappeared into the crowd.

As for being in a hurry to go back, it was something that had been arranged long ago.

Inside the shrine, the girls changed into matching yukatas, tied up their long hair, and took the rare opportunity to dress up.

"It's already dark, why hasn't that guy come back yet? I can't wait any longer."

Her usual cool and aloof demeanor had transformed into a refined elegance, her lips slightly upturned, and her deep, glassy eyes reflected the night.

Yes, what you said is indeed a coincidence. No sooner had the words left his mouth than the shrine appeared in the courtyard of the shrine.

After all, you're a child from outside the mountains, someone who hasn't seen the world for thousands of years. It's rare to find such tranquility and noise, and it's so exciting that you can't help but sit still.

Jingu sighed and tightened his grip on Tonan's hand.

"What do you mean docile! It means I'll touch your tail all over you!"

Kaguya sat up straight and chuckled.

Damn it, why are you constantly agonizing over your appearance outside your room? You've been so insecure, going through several bad hairstyles over and over again.

Even compared to Kaguya, the dazzling lights were overshadowed by the faint glow emanating from beneath you, drawing the attention of the crowd.

"His fox-like appearance is quite wicked, making him seem docile. Does that make him more likable?"

"It is a pleasure to let those mortals admire my beauty and feel ashamed of themselves in the face of such beauty."

Jingu touched the fox's exposed tail, and the sudden stimulation almost made the fox bristle.

“Narukami, he’s taking you two to play somewhere else and looking after you two, isn’t he?”

That casual and comfortable attire inexplicably lacks a homely warmth. Regardless of whether her original temperament was understated or glamorous, it now lacks any tangible sense of warmth.

With his hands behind his back, the great shaman's tone unusually lacked confidence, and he tentatively probed with a hint of trepidation.

You're so vague. What confidence? It's all an act. Su, you learned so much from that outsider before, and now you're using it even more skillfully than you are.

It's only because you're not here that I was born for him.

Although Jingu is very concerned about what others think, the idea of ​​being watched wherever she goes when she's out having fun is unacceptable to many, and Kaguya, in particular, hates that feeling.

Chiyo, standing before him, had been captivated by the bustling, vibrant scene, her eyes blinking repeatedly.

Kaguya yawned, her little feet crossed, and lay back under the chair.

Pshaw! What kind of application? Would you use such methods to gain attention?

The lovely shrine, actually

But the humiliation I have inflicted on you will be repaid a hundredfold, a thousandfold, sooner or later!

The yukata Narukami is wearing is more conservative than the short kimono you usually wear, and it's the usual dark purple color.

Chiyo, who was dressed the most casually, was already getting bored. Her white hair was simply tied up, and the white yukata adorned with fiery red bird feathers gave her a somewhat docile feel.

"Ugh..."

During the summer festival, the quiet crowds, the vendors lining the alleys, and the many men wearing yukatas are all present.

"What's the rush? It's just a festival, what's the hurry? It's just a bunch of mortals."

The procession included a palanquin that required hundreds of people to carry, and the austere atmosphere easily infected others, drawing them into the festive mood of the holiday.

"Tsk, that shut-in, that NEET, even if he wanted to go, would he be dragged out of his room?"

"Oh, it seems they haven't prepared enough."

Dozens of floats adorned with lanterns sped past the roadside one after another, while people dressed in uniform waved their fans.

Yes, none of us have our own preferences or style, except you, only you.

The sight of the many men dressed in yukatas truly caught the eye of the shrine maiden.

Su Ni'ai's lips curled down even further, and her slender arms tightened slightly.

"Ha, you weren't dragged out, but you wanted to go out on your own."

The only reason you feel good is because Su loves to bully your teachers and ancestors; it has absolutely nothing to do with being ignored.

Whether your big movements went unnoticed by the shrine, Su Ni'ai, dressed in a dark yukata, stepped out of the room and immediately attracted the shrine's full attention.

Tamamo-no-Mae walked out gracefully, her face not even slightly flushed, and she naturally tossed her hair back.

"Are you two going to start fighting again? I should be back soon. They probably want to fight until they're covered in blood before being locked up outside by their master, right?"

The shrine maiden's tone was slightly indulgent, but Tamamo-no-Mae felt no sourness in her heart.

There are too few people. It's a bad management situation. They're usually bad too, which makes things very troublesome. We can only let you guys play by yourselves.

Having lived alone for so many years, Chiyo still longed for the hustle and bustle of the world. Such a lively festival would not have existed even a thousand years ago.

Su Niai took Shen Gong's arm and moved even closer, taking the opportunity to glance at Fan Lei.

"Is it really necessary for you little rascals to care so much? None of you have your own preferences or style, and trying to be inclusive will only lead to trouble."

"Don't you feel weak?"

Ignoring the fox whose mood had been acting strangely lately, Jingu, holding Su Niai's hand, addressed the group of men.

Tamamo-no-Mae crossed her arms and let out a barely perceptible hum.

Her long hair, which was usually loose, was now tied up in a low bun, and with the child she was holding by the hand, who looked like a doll, she didn't look like a woman at all.

"Tch, narcissist."

Fan Lei hugged his tail, keeping a safe distance from Shen Gong, his palms clenching and unclenching, then clenching again.

"It's so quiet..."

"The little sage of the shrine has nothing bad to say, does he?"

"It's ugly, your love is ugly no matter what."

"Huh? Where are Fan Lei and Ai? Are you two still up to something?"

"Do you like...bad looks?"

"Let's go. Since they've all broken it, why don't you head out and explore the festival?"

"Nothing much, I just feel a bit weak."

"It's broken, it's been broken for a long time."

The high priest held the priest's arm and comforted him.

This is getting increasingly strange. It must be because they've taken too little medicine and it's made them stupid. We must find an antidote outside of Bao Ji's place last time.

The shrine sent those two idiots off to play by themselves, only asking the reliable Narukami to keep an eye on them.

Chiyo felt very satisfied with what Kaguya said, regardless of the reason, she just felt good about Kaguya.

You can!

Chapter 196 The Demise of Free Will

The little shrine maiden clung to the shrine maiden, with Tamamo-no-Mae following behind her with a resentful expression.

Instead of following the grand and enthusiastic procession, the shrine slowly made its way to the temple market along the street.

Temple markets are a common phenomenon throughout East Asian cultures, and the more lively the festival, the more diverse and fun the temple market becomes.

The streets were lined with vendors decorated with colorful lights, displaying a dazzling array of small commodities. The vendors were enthusiastically hawking their wares, and some even performed their talents for the crowd.

Jingu had a folding fan clipped to his waist, which was "given" to him by Sato Sakurako back then, but he didn't overlook Tamamo-no-Mae, who was always radiating resentment from behind.

This girl is the type who gets arrogant when you take the initiative, but if you ignore her, she feels neglected and becomes unhappy.

In everyday situations, this kind of role can be difficult to deal with, and even annoying.

But Tamamo-no-Mae has both this arrogant and aloof demeanor and an alluring charm.

It's really interesting, very interesting.

Jingu stopped in front of a vendor's stall, looked at it, and finally took a half-face fox mask from the shelf.

That statement was a lie. The Shrine Maiden never minded showing off her male companions; that statement was just to deceive Tamamo-no-Mae.

“If you cover up his vixen-like face, do you want to be stabbed in the middle of the night?”

Ascending from the embrace of the shrine, Tamamo-no-Mae quickly composed herself.

He pressed a heavy dab onto Liang Ji's lips, a gesture that, like his subsequent acts of greed and weakness, was simply a heavy dab.

Men just need a reason; you are creatures who can deceive and comfort yourself.

Perhaps you truly believed it, or perhaps you saw through the shrine's lies, but whether it's true or false is not important.

How could it be something like uncontrollable emotion? It's too strange, too suspicious, and too logical.

Tamamo-no-Mae opened her eyes. The shrine maiden's hand was still on your cheek, and the two of you were very close.

I am absolutely, positively capable of doing what I just did!

The shrine didn't intend to expose your feigned composure, but the problem was that the fox wasn't so resentful anymore. If I exposed it then, you would get angry again.

There was no expectation in my heart, no joy or slow pleasure, but then an unprecedented and wonderful feeling welled up in my heart.

Dodging the shrine maiden's hand, Tamamo-no-Mae removed her mask again and retorted defiantly.

Yes, you love me.

Just as some people have said, men may have the illusion of lingering affection and love for someone they have had a sexual relationship with, but this is just an illusion caused by the secretion of isopamine.

It felt like all the blood in my body was rushing downwards, and my heart was rising with it. That urgent feeling that lifted my whole being was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before.

The rosy complexion quickly returned to Tamamo-no-Mae under her own control, and before she could sweep away the chaotic emotions and thoughts from her mind, Yan Liang-hime finally raised her head.

"Let's go? What are you doing standing there? Are you going to keep shopping?"

Liang Ji subconsciously followed her own heart at that moment.

He stood on tiptoe and retaliated against what the shrine had just done.

"Just pretend that everything that just happened was real, but an illusion." Tamamo-no-Mae said in a tone very much in line with your usual manner.