Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Despite the rumors that the Shingu is a very domineering and autocratic person, you only see someone who is inconsistent and unpredictable.

Without the support of the shrine, Kaguya acted with impunity, using all the taunting techniques she had learned during her time away from the shrine.

One moment he's laughing wickedly, looking exactly like a villain, and the next he's all smiles, as if he's trying to persuade you to reconcile with Kaguya.

The shrine, of course, was happy to see that happen.

The shrine temporarily spared Kaguya, whose clothes were still intact, and Kaguya grinned as she tugged at the hem of her kimono.

Yueye shook her head.

"Oh no, this is just a waste of time. Please hand Kaguya over to you; that's between you and yourself."

But you two are both more seductive, which, while wicked, lacks the thrill of conquest and possession.

There was only one person standing outside in the moonlight, who seemed to sense that something was wrong, but then said that he was coming down.

The attitude of the shrine is somewhat unpredictable, and you don't know what it's thinking.

The atmosphere isn't even there yet, and you still think you can't get Kaguya through a trade of benefits?

Her eyes shimmered with a hint of provocation as she raised an eyebrow.

Kaguya understands the shrine's intentions, but Tsukiyo doesn't, and you have some doubts.

Chapter 307 Masters often communicate with just a glance.

Jingu ran his fingers through Kaguya's long hair repeatedly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Since it's moonlit night, why don't we sit down and have a proper chat?"

Jingu clapped his hands, and someone brought over drinks and food. However, when Tsukiyo saw the person's appearance clearly, she was slightly moved.

Yagi has gotten quite used to this gaze and no longer feels as uncomfortable as she did at the beginning.

Amidst the strange gazes of the moonlit night, Yagokoro silently retreated behind the others.

"Does Tsukiyo-no-Mikoto care about her a lot? Perhaps I could have her serve you a drink alone?"

Jingu first poured himself a glass of wine, then pinched Kaguya's lips and forced her to drink it as well.

This nonchalant attitude made Tsukiyo frown.

"Sorry, I don't drink, and besides, there doesn't seem to be anything worth talking about."

Tsukiyo coldly rejected the shrine's offer.

Even though you were already brave, you were so frightened that you fled in panic. The one whose ear wasn't grabbed had weak legs and didn't even have the motivation to run away.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Tsukiyomi seemed to have no intention of sitting down for a chat, while Jingu and Kaguya appeared to ignore her, continuing to have fun on their own.

Kaguya saw Tsukiyomi's expression and knew what was wrong. She chuckled and turned around.

"...Auntie...it's been a long time since I've seen such a bad person..."

Whether it's because of the prominent characteristics of Inari, I quickly remembered which one it was.

This attitude, which felt like being ignored, made Tsukiyomi's emotions even more unstable.

Inari-shin quickly declined, saying it was clearly time to drink and it would be best to leave quickly.

"Hehehe, you guessed it, didn't you? The so-called low fever is just social anxiety, and the mood swings are just over-stress. Are you as worthy of respect as they imagine?"

"Haha...So your aunt still remembers you..."

He had only glanced at the shrine briefly, yet he had already silently made a judgment in his heart.

Although she knew who it was, the aunt had no worries and carried the Inari deity towards the shrine.

From the front door, the aunt carried a rabbit, followed by two other people, and looked at the group of people in the yard with some suspicion.

"Why is he running? Looks like he knows that guest?"

She has a terrible temper and is very strange. She always argues with other gods and doesn't give those of higher seniority a bad look.

It is the god of harvest who is ashamed to give to the little ones.

"Yes, yes, it seems they don't have anything important to discuss. You can drink another day!"

Instead of introducing herself to the shrine maiden immediately, the Inari god with a mournful face called out to Tsukiyomi with a pained expression.

"Alas!"

The Inari God looked mournful. "Your human form is actually quite young, a little smaller than Suwako's current state. You've just entered the multi-male level."

Cao Ya smiled and pushed the Inari God behind the shrine.

No customers?

The attention of the people in the courtyard was immediately drawn to them, and they stared intently at the group, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Tsukiyo and the others followed the steps and sat down at the same table. Although their outward expressions were the same, they were all inwardly...

No, that's not the same idea.

"How could that be? You are Kaguya's mother, and I am her spouse. We do need to have a serious talk about her future, don't we?"

The aunt smiled slyly, but instead of sitting down, she picked up the wine pot.

Taking action would only make him more frustrated and helpless, and talking would be completely inappropriate for Kaguya, that deadbeat otaku. He could only stare at Kaguya with anger and resentment.

The two exchanged a single glance, and everything was understood in their words.

Kaguya exposed Tsukiyomi's true colors, leaving that lowly Eight Gods momentarily clueless about how to take the stage.

Tsukiyo's expression was very warm, without any hint of fierceness. Even when she smiled, it always gave people the feeling of a forced smile.

Jingu shook his head, not even glancing at Tsukiyomi, and instead started playing a feeding game with Kaguya.

Your actions were bound to succeed, and your sharp-eyed aunt grabbed you by the neck.

Her long, golden, curly hair rippled like waves of wheat, and her slightly childish face was overly expressive.

The shrine then summoned Narukami and Shikotsu, and told the shrine priest to go back to his room to sleep.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong. Just now, you were about to invite Tsukiyo-no-Zun for drinks, and we were supposed to go together."

Suwako also peeked out, half her head showing the same question, except that Inari-gami wasn't there.

Auntie then looked at Yueyejian and said, "You know that person, after all, you are from Yingzhou. You have never seen that little god who has long been in seclusion."

It was a fight that broke out, not a furious departure. The appearance of the eight villains had just broken the deadlock.

The rabbits, who were trembling in fear, suddenly heard a voice in front of them, and then, not their important ears, were lifted up.

Just like now, the Inari God, slightly hiding in front of Cao Ya, raised his head without any wariness or fear.

Although in terms of scale it might be like Cao Yahou or someone else, Inari God's physique is rather young, which makes her seem less impactful.

"Yes, he's an old friend. He's met Inari God, Uka no Mitama God."

“Narukami, Shikotsu, please sit down too. After all, everyone here today is someone they know.”

Even if you switch to human form, your front neck is still not a place where you can be fatally killed.

The rabbits hiding behind the wall hadn't even begun to speculate whether they should rush down to their deaths or show their loyalty by becoming cannon fodder.

First came doubt, then questioning, then a sudden realization, and finally, preparations to escape.

Heh, now that we've got the wine jug, let's see if they die tonight.

"A new friend? Who is that?"

"So it was him, the big guy who hangs out with foxes and komainu."

Tsukiyo paused for a moment, seemingly searching her mind for the person behind her who called her "aunt," after all, she had very few relatives.

"Hehe, what? With fewer people, it's time to end the stress test?"

"Come on, say hello. He came here specifically to have a drink with you, so he'd better serve him something bad."

Inari God doesn't seem very carefree, because from now on, Tsukuyomi, outside of your memory, is a difficult person to get along with.

Your timing is perfect; let's go up in the same atmosphere as before.

The shrine maiden's attention was temporarily diverted to the Inari deity brought by her aunt, and she reached out with little interest to tease her.

"I'm worried that you have an inexplicable bad temper. Is it because you are too socially anxious, which causes you to become stressed when there are few people around, and you become impulsive in your speech and actions?"

"Hmm? Why is it so quiet today? What are they doing?"

"Tsk tsk, the whole place is full of gods and little people. You can only be a servant to this great demon."

"Huh? What are those rabbits for?"

Chapter 308 The Consensus of the Old Silver Coins

At a table, several goddesses sat, each with their own thoughts.

Tsukiyo is still thinking about how to resolve her dark past; Inari feels uneasy, as if being watched by a strict relative.

Suwako, on the other hand, was quite at ease. She and Tsukiyomi were from the same era, so she didn't feel anything special in front of her.

The same applies to Narukami; while I respect him, there's nothing else that would cause any reaction.

On the contrary, after so many years, Yagokoro is sitting at the same table with Tsukiyomi again.

I've respected them, schemed against them, and cheated them. Now I've fallen into this predicament again. Meeting old friends from back then fills me with mixed feelings. For a moment, all I can do is drink.

The only two people who were happy were probably Jingu and Kaguya in his arms—no, the only three.

The shrine was delighted that, in addition to the moonlit visit today, they also had an Inari deity delivered to their doorstep.

Kaguya was delighted that she could thoroughly and wantonly humiliate and attack Tsukiyomi, her creator, her mother, and one of the three exalted deities.

The last one to be happy was probably Tamamo-no-Mae, who was holding a bottle of wine and seemingly smiling obsequiously.

After all, there are times when the shrine thinks you're open enough, and it will sometimes pass that thing to you through its mouth.

A sinister smile played on my lips. That scene perfectly concealed the Inari God's vision. Did you notice?

"Come on, keep pouring the wine!"

"What? You remember he's the kind of person who drinks every drop of alcohol, so you'd be willing to drink even if you offered him a toast? Does that mean he's really giving you face completely?"