Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

But Tsukiyo didn't do that; you just stood there with your head held high, looking right back at Kaguya.

"What...what kind of behavior is this?!"

But Kaguya acted as if she hadn't seen him, and continued to approach Tsukiyomi, completely unconcerned that the person behind her was someone who was always thinking of taking her life.

"...Hiccup... Never mind him! It's just a blush, you get like that sometimes when you drink..."

The intimate behavior with the shrine maiden just now is one thing, but matters of love and affection are certainly a bad thing.

In her excitement, Kaguya took advantage of a moment when she was whispering something in Jingu's ear.

"Ha, do you want him to interfere? What does that old cucumber of his know? Shouldn't that be the way between men and women?"

Upon seeing that scene, Yueye's expression changed slightly, and she couldn't help but rebuke him.

"What? My dear mother, do you, as his son, need to teach him something?"

Tsukiyo only needed to reach out and give Kaguya a firm squeeze to break her strong neck and completely erase her white history.

"In your mind, you know exactly how a woman and a man should behave, right?"

Chapter 310 The Perfect Self

Under the moonlight, I see the perfect version of myself that I long for and love.

Standing before the moonlit night, Kaguya had at this moment restrained all her sharpness and disdain, and instead appeared as pure as an ordinary girl.

She gently opened her eyes, smiled faintly, and gazed at Tsukiyo.

Just like the scene when she created Kaguya in a moment of passion a thousand years ago.

Tsukiyo's already somewhat dizzy mind went blank for a moment, as if she had returned to a time a thousand years ago.

At that time, Kaguya, who had just been born, also had this expression, this look, and this appearance.

For a fleeting moment, Tsukiyomi truly felt that Kaguya was her most perfect creation, a creation truly worthy of being called the Princess of the Moon, the creation of her daughter of Tsukuyomi.

but

"No, that's not right. You're a flawed product; you're not a perfect version of yourself at all!"

Yueyejian, supporting her head with one hand, felt a wave of dizziness and slumped into a chair.

"Yes, that's right!"

However, that personality trait is ultimately one's own.

She is adept at manipulating people, whether they are princesses, homebodies, or just ordinary people, and can easily manipulate royalty and nobles.

"You're wrong. That was your naive idea, maybe it was then, but now, he's just a figment of your imagination."

"Yes, yes, yes, that's related to his thoughts."

"Then...he...you..."

"That's just a difference in perspective. He aspires to be like you, but he can't become that kind of person, which is why he likes you."

"Of course, even if he wanted to do it back then, he could have done it, just like he can now."

Kaguya, also known as Kaguya, was originally a doll that Tsukiyomi made for herself.

Fear of crowds, fear of communication—that's why you maintain indifference and an arrogant closeness to others in order to avoid those fears.

"Ah, you expected his reaction. After all, he's not the kind of person who's all talk and no action."

Kaguya picked up a wine glass from under the table, gripped it heavily in her hand, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Kaguya wasn't excited enough to fly away yet; her already semi-transparent clothes clung to her skin as if she'd just taken a bath.

With the wine containing her heart's blood in her mouth, Kaguya turned Tsukiyomi's still slightly dizzy face and, looking down at her, hurriedly opened her mouth wide.

Her legs trembled slightly, but she still managed to begin. Kaguya suppressed her excitement and spoke hastily.

Such a charming appearance, pandering to men, doing vulgar things, and having such vile habits and personality.

After calming down a bit, Yueye retorted firmly.

Being able to respond appropriately to the same people and situations is undoubtedly the kind of self that Tsukiyo once hoped for.

Thick blood mixed with wine, flowing rapidly from Kaguya's lips down to Tsukiyomi's flushed face.

Even so, when you attend the event with Amaterasu in Taigahara and face a large number of gods, you will inevitably feel some stress, leaving many gods with the impression that you have a bad temper and are strange.

Kaguya is just an accurate representation; perhaps you never had this idea before, but you regretted it before you actually created Kaguya.

A face, seemingly perfect yet bearing no resemblance to herself, rapidly shrank behind her eyes, making even Yueye's breath catch in her throat.

There was almost no pause.

Kaguya could be reached out and touched from behind, but instead, he moved forward.

"If he had truly made up his mind to give up his current self and become one with you, he would have understood how much joy that feeling was."

"It's a misunderstanding. It doesn't refer to jealousy, but rather to the fact that some people's personalities and character are not only suitable to be under their own bodies, but are more suitable to be under the bodies of those around them."

"The greedy want their friends to be as greedy as they are, and the selfish will only befriend those who are selfish."

"But he himself knew that his so-called arrogance and indifference were just a shell to protect himself. He did not want to be humble, but was just afraid of people."

"But you mean from his perspective, your mother. Is the way you are now the way he once longed to be?"

Kaguya stood there with her small, square hands tucked inside her pockets, her eyes filled with mockery.

With her slender, jade-like fingertips, she traced the shape of Yueyejian's lips, hastily applying the blood-red wine to her lips.

"What's wrong, Mother? Is he satisfied? He's not afraid to communicate with people at all, he can deal with people naturally, and he even draws motivation from the interpersonal relationships you fear."

“You are eternal! Old and dead! Until the end of the world! Longer than him, your mother, and beyond him.”

Then, with a smile, he gripped the still-beating, large heart in his hand, squeezed the blood into the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"You foolish mother, the only reason he didn't like you was because he chose to abandon you first."

"So, your mother is going to stop thinking about these interesting things. Although the time of the gods is eternal, it is also very long ago."

Kaguya is simply a perfect actress; with just a few changes in her eyes and expressions, she can evoke the feeling of the character.

"So, you're the one who's here to teach him what true, slow-paced joy is?"

"So, I was born embodying his idealized version of himself, is that right?"

The corners of his mouth quickly curled up until they reached a pleasing arc, tearing away the simple disguise of innocence and kindness, once again exposing the true nature beneath the surface.

"The truly...slow and joyful things?"

If Kaguya truly met Tsukiyo's standards, she might be considered perfect.

"His idea of ​​the most perfect 'self'."

Knowing how to defend oneself, Yueyejian could only rely on her own intentions.

Like your sister Amaterasu, Tsukiyomi is a cheerful, introverted, and socially awkward god.

Kaguya blinked, her eyes filled with innocence.

In full view of everyone, Kaguya made a shocking move: you forcefully cut open your chest with your fingernails and took out the beating heart.

"Everyone thought he was the lowly Tsukuyomi, the moon hanging low in the night sky, the sister goddess corresponding to Amaterasu, noble yet arrogant."

Kaguya pressed close to Tsukiyomi's face, their noses almost touching.

Seeing her heart in turmoil under the moonlight, she already knew how to refute it.

Inari God switched from covering his eyes to covering his ears; those kinds of shocking revelations were too stimulating for anyone with connections to dare listen.

"Look, he is elegant, intellectual, and aloof in his interactions with others. He can be both gentle and elegant, and like his sister, he can be both poised and reliable."

What perfect self? This is the worst version of myself. Just looking at me makes me feel disgusted. I am an absolute defective product.

"Looking at yourself right now, what kind of perfect self are you? Do you even believe it?"

"What troubles him, what bothers him, what he can't accept or adapt to, seems to you like the moonlight on that night, just a little something extra and a bit of fun."

"Is that version of you, with that physique and personality, the person he envisioned?"

Able to frankly express one's inner thoughts, displaying a straightforward side; able to maintain authority and naturally command superiors and others.

"You're right, I don't think I'm perfect right now."

Kaguya pinched Tsukiyomi's chin, and amidst the barrage of verbal attacks and the mental daze debuff, you temporarily overlooked that polite gesture.

Despite the seemingly equal power levels, the roles have reversed, with Tsukiyomi now completely suppressed by Kaguya.

Although there were slight deviations, such as being overly self-centered or turning a cold attitude towards interpersonal relationships into a cold attitude of manipulating others, the overall performance was poor and lacking.

Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely!

Chapter 311 True Happiness

"My Creator, do you feel happy now? Have all your troubles and worries disappeared?"

Kaguya's hand touched Tsukiyomi's face, her smile extremely sinister.

Tsukiyo's eyes were completely vacant, like a puppet on strings, or as if she had given up thinking, responding blankly and absentmindedly.

"Heh heh, my foolish creator, human intellect and thought are not meant to torment ourselves with our own anxieties. If we cannot escape the cage we have woven for ourselves, then we might as well give up our intellect altogether."

It sounded incredibly wicked, and a delightful laugh escaped Kaguya's lips.

“Abandon thinking, indulge in instinct, and become a wild beast—no, become a dog that can act cute and roll around—maybe you'll be happier.”

Unfortunately, Tsukiyomi is currently unable to react to Kaguya's highly insulting words; no words can enter her ears for the time being.

Even so, Kaguya continued to indulge in her tirade, relentlessly spewing out her highly derogatory and trashy remarks, even though she couldn't respond to them.

Later, he even went so far as to pry open Yueyejian's mouth and tease her like a pet dog.

If one were unaware of the entanglement between the two, one would likely only feel that this woman who toyed with the other was truly despicable.

Jingu shook his head. Tonight had gone far too smoothly. He had thought that if he were to be the first to go, he would still have to rely on force to subdue Tsukiyomi.

In North America, a long conference has just begun.

Suer extended his hand to the woman.