Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"Come on, sister, you two drink, let's not talk about this for now."

"Coming~"

Shrine: Okay, okay, I understand. He'll come and get it himself later.

In a few complicated seconds of eye contact, the two had not yet completed a series of conversations, clearly outlining the arrangements made for the Inari God.

"You're going to drink with him, but if you're going to drink, he should drink with you!"

Even though Inari Goddess is clearly younger than Kaguya, she could only call her "older sister" loudly at those times. It just goes to show that not having a powerful backer makes all the difference.

Wei Xian's actions were indeed discreet, but you only noticed that you were avoiding the two people in the Inari Goddess Moonlit Night. Kaguya, who was close by, clearly saw what you had done.

Both of those sides are people you, a great Inari god, can't afford to offend. You can only try to appease them, at least until you're ready before fighting.

Jingu: Okay, but how do we play? Isn't it too mean to just go for the weak one?

"Ha, a day apart feels like eight autumns. You've been so young, how would he know if your alcohol tolerance has declined?"

Now, all that's left is to secretly drip that stuff away when pouring sake for the Inari god.

Tamamo-no-Mae first frowned slightly, then smiled again.

Seeing that he couldn't stop her, Inari quickly called out to Tamamo-no-Mae, intending to use sake to shut Kaguya up and make her behave a little.

"Heh, let me show you that this puppet hasn't grown at all!"

Kaguya glanced up at Inari, then suddenly looked up and met Tamamo-no-Kou's gaze with a strange smile.

Tamamo-no-Mae: Is he not yet down there? You've been smelling that bitch Bao Ji's scent coming from under him lately.

From Jingu's perspective, aside from her social anxiety, Kaguya and Tsukiyo...

They are basically not cut from the same mold.

You rolled under the shrine's bed a few times, and you didn't really recognize what it was.

She and Jingu completed a series of collaborations in just a few glances.

Every word and sentence revolves around the key points of social anxiety and otaku, determined to relentlessly attack Tsukiyo-mi until she breaks down.

I put down the wine glass. Although it didn't taste strange, it was probably just because I hadn't drunk alcohol in my youth and had thought about it a lot.

Seeing that Tsukiyo's expression was getting worse and worse, and that she was about to lose her temper, Inari quickly grabbed Kaguya's hand.

Don't be fooled by Inari Goddess and Tamamo-no-Mae's sharp tongues when they're together; it's just that they're worried because they know that neither of them can do anything to them.

Kaguya snatched your sake cup from Inari's hand, raised it low towards Tsukiyo, and a subtle smile curved her lips.

Tamamo-no-Mae: Stop talking nonsense, I'm telling you to sleep with her, are you going to or not!

On one side was her aunt, who was known for her bad temper, aloofness, and gloom; on the other side was her "cousin," who, without the support of the shrine, spoke eloquently and without restraint.

Kaguya snorted twice, while Tsukiyomi seemed to have finally found a way to be attacked unilaterally, and raised her cup in a similarly provocative manner.

They're both shut-ins, with a cool and arrogant attitude. Even their swearing is something Kaguya just recently learned. In the future, they'll even swear at Chiyo, that country bumpkin.

"Wait! Da Yu, pour you two some wine!"

Tamamo-no-Mae's goal is to trick Inari-no-Kami and to get past Kaguya, but she always ends up meeting her under the moon.

"Sister, even if you call him sister, stop talking, really stop talking. Let's drink, okay?"

Before reaching a consensus, Kaguya continued her blatant provocation after a slow, quick exchange of glances with him.

"Ha, he's someone you created. He can drink a little or a lot, but do you really think you can hold your liquor? Do you really think he can get you drunk?"

Kaguya was the first to drink it all in one gulp, and Tsukiyo followed suit, conceding defeat.

Jingu: Isn't this a bit inappropriate? It's our first meeting.

You rascal, you even got Da Yu called, didn't you? Looks like it's time to teach that cowardly bully a lesson today.

Tamamo-no-Mae gave a soft snort, but still wore a smile as she walked towards Inari-no-Kami.

With a smile that made people furious, Yueye saw that he didn't know me, so he took the cup indirectly and retorted.

Tamamo-no-Mae: Look, I brought you a new toy, want to play with it?

"Oh no, please."

Kaguya's words came out like a barrage of bullets, each one stabbing into Tsukiyomi's heart.

Before pouring the sake, Tamamo-no-Kou stepped aside and waited for Inari-sama to drink the spiked sake.

The two exchanged a glance; one's eyes were filled with disdain, while the other's seemed to be provocative, but in reality, he was secretly chuckling.

"You mean he's socially awkward offline too? Right? Right? He's always interacting, commenting, and chatting with netizens? No wonder he even knows how to swear."

So what? There are plenty of opportunities to trick Inari-sama, and if you can trick Tsukiyomi instead, then there's even less fun.

The key prop used in the crime was obtained during the seemingly intimate, yet actually quite intimate, physical interaction between Wei Xian and Jingu when Wei Xian poured wine for Jingu.

As she bent down to pour the wine, a large drop of colored, viscous liquid dripped from her sleeve down her slender fingers into the wine.

Although she sat down, Tsukiyo still didn't drink a drop of alcohol, only often eating some fruit, and then she was one-sidedly beaten by Kaguya's verbal sparring.

Chapter 309 Kaguya's Bad Habits

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the enjoyment of fine wine, the atmosphere became slightly more lively.

Although the drinking contest between Kaguya and Tsukiyomi still harbored some hostility, it was at least not as tense as it had been at the beginning.

Only after letting go of my worries was I able to calm down a bit and enjoy the atmosphere of the party.

After such a shock, even if the wine in my hand wasn't the exquisite sake that Tamamo-no-Mae had promised, I didn't care for the time being.

But along with the colorless wine flowing down his throat came countless schemes and conspiracies.

Tamamo-no-Mae, who was in charge of pouring the sake, had used up all the sake that the shrine had taken from Hōhime, and mixed it all into Tsukiyomi's sake cup drop by drop.

After drinking so many spiked drinks, Tsukiyo's face began to flush, and her mind gradually became hazy.

However, she dismissed this adverse reaction as simply being intoxicated and continued her relentless battle with Kaguya.

Kaguya felt a little disappointed with the result, but also felt it was within reason.

In any case, Bao Ji's bodily fluids were only used to enhance the pleasure; without external stimulation, their effects would naturally not be apparent.

Kaguya sharply insulted and mocked Tsukiyomi, leaving Tsukiyomi both ashamed and indignant, yet with something to say in response.

Although the wine in the moonlit night had not yet contained the hidden tricks of Tamamo-no-Mae, Kaguya was in a state of extreme mental excitement at the moment.

Kaguya chuckled mockingly. If it were just now, Tsukiyo would probably have responded with a warm face and indifference.

Having said that, Kaguya took a sip of sake and, as if no one else was around, shared the same sip with the shrine maiden, the sound of water dripping down.

However, these are all under the condition of no external interference.

But she had taken off her inner garments, and under the moonlight, the semi-transparent gauze completely covered her skin, which was covered with a layer of fine sweat, and the moonlight reflected off her skin.

Kaguya stood up from the shrine's embrace, swaying unsteadily, and walked towards Tsukiyomi.

"Interesting, cliché. That man is only attractive because of his face and body. Once you actually make a move, you'll realize how interesting he is."

Releasing Jingu's neck, Kaguya took a couple of light breaths and raised an eyebrow at Tsukiyomi.

Kaguya suddenly laughed, picked up her heavy outer garment as if it were a skirt, and bowed deeply.

Looking at Kaguya's face, Tsukiyo felt as if she were looking in a mirror, reflecting another version of herself—a version that seemed similar but was actually completely different.

Kaguya stretched, her slender figure relaxing as she leaned naturally against the shrine's embrace, giving you a respectful glance.

The shrine maiden had no choice but to secretly steam the clothes for you. Even so, Kaguya still found the heavy kimono a bit troublesome, so she took off her inner garment, leaving only the thin, semi-transparent outer garment.

In the courtyard, the Creator and His Creation, two remarkably similar faces, come close together.

Moreover, no matter what, they were the three noble sons. When the Divine Palace absorbed them, it only made their minds more excited. It didn't have much effect on people like them.

Kaguya's condition was also a bit worse than yours, even though the two of you were basically evenly matched in terms of alcohol tolerance.

"Are you planning to continue later with your clothes soaking wet? Let me dry your clothes for you slowly."

"What? What does that expression mean? Does he accept it? Oh, right, is he just a socially awkward shut-in, or is he a conservative who knows how to back down and learn?"

It proudly presented its strong neck and head to the moonlit night.

Those lowly, composed, and elegant people humiliate us, manipulate us, and make us submit—that is the good vice that Kaguya could not break.

"Is he alright? Why is his face so red?"

"What? Your Creator, your Mother, are you now the perfect version of yourself that He desired and loved?"

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

"Yes, I need it! Get out of my way!"

The slight arrogance before drinking made Tsukiyomi think she could back down or do something different in that situation, and that's why she was completely defeated by Kaguya.

As Yueyejian's face grew increasingly flushed, seemingly unable to hold her liquor, the three old silver coins couldn't help but smirk.

"hehe..."

Everyone else seemed completely unfazed, showing no concern whatsoever.

The Inari deity stared in disbelief, then quickly covered his eyes, peeking through his fingers at the scene that had little impact on older children.

Whether it was because he was drunk or because the effects of Bao Ji's medicine had worn off, Yueye hiccuped, leaned on the table, and weakly spoke to Kaguya.

And when that character is his creator, his mother, the moon goddess known for her aloofness and coolness, the thrill is even greater than he has ever experienced since Kaguya.

An unparalleled sense of pleasure and excitement overwhelmed Kaguya, causing her thighs in her kimono to tremble uncontrollably, her heart burning with intense excitement.

Now, Tsukiyo, whose mind was no longer somewhat confused, was gradually losing the feeling of frost melting, and her expressions and tone of voice became more varied.

It's like giving a child who loves sweets a month's break from sweets, only to allow them to enjoy cake again.

Disturbed and annoyed, Tsukiyo suddenly flicked her sleeve and quietly reprimanded Kaguya.

Her entire body, from head to toe, was covered in a thin layer of fragrant sweat, which soaked her clothes. It was hard to imagine that the amount of sweat was quite substantial.

Just imagining the next steps in his mind was enough to make his legs tremble with excitement.

People are particularly excited when they satisfy their interests or hobbies, especially when they can satisfy their hobbies for a long time.

"Jingu, wait, let me wring out your clothes."