Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Jingu clenched his fist. The high temperature of the air, which would burn the trachea for an ordinary person, had no effect on him at all.

"Crack!"

Chapter 64 Immortality

The unexpected feel was like striking charcoal roasted to its limit; the crisp touch made it easily shatter into countless pieces.

Is it a feint?

In an instant, the shattered charcoal burst into flames, piecing together a new humanoid shape within the fire, now located behind the shrine.

The opponent had never intended to fight head-on, but instead chose this tricky fighting style. However, the difference in their basic stats was too great. Even though it was unexpected enough, it wasn't fast enough for this move to successfully sneak up on the Divine Palace.

He casually pinched the kicking calf, the sensation of which surprised Jingu.

It was a very strange feeling. Jingu initially thought the other party was some kind of yokai that manipulated fire, but upon closer touch and observation, he discovered that the fire was burning everything indiscriminately, including its user.

Before Jingu could think it through, the opponent launched another attack, ignoring the leg that was being held in Jingu's hand, using the propulsion of the flames to spin in the air, and kicked out with the other leg.

The leg in Jingu's hands twisted 180 degrees, not because of its flexibility, but because it snapped the leg in two, the sound of the leg bone cracking crisp and rapid.

This kick landed squarely on Jingu, unleashing a torrent of explosive flames upon him.

After a successful strike, it quickly retreated as if the severed leg had never existed, and as it rolled away, new limbs rapidly grew back.

As the flames subsided, the shrine remained spotless; such intense flames were as harmless to him as candlelight.

The intensity of the flames enveloping the opponent decreased slightly, or rather, the speed of the opponent's regeneration seemed to have increased, and the opponent finally revealed its full appearance under the flames.

Every inch of his skin was being burned while rapidly regenerating; every inch of his pale hair that burned away would grow back an inch, as if he were wearing a fiery feather robe. His somewhat thin figure stood before the shrine.

She was a girl with fierce features, which didn't surprise Shingu much; he had gradually become accustomed to the unspoken rule of female dominance. However... this feeling of rapid regeneration felt somewhat familiar.

Even though "Soga no Roku" was torn to pieces, it still maintained its vitality. There was a difference between the two and the vigorous life force that the emperor had when he repaired his body. The feeling that the other party gave the shrine was more perfect than the previous two, as if it combined the advantages of both.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Jingu could not sense the flow of life from the other person at all, and there was a sense of fixedness in time.

Before the shrine maiden could have any questions or curiosity, the opponent attacked again, flames erupting from his arm and coalescing into claws as he grabbed at the shrine maiden.

This time, the shrine maiden saw it clearly: the flames seemed to reside within her body, burning from the inside out. The blood in her veins was burned dry, and what gushed out were burning flames.

It seems I need to let the other person calm down before I can satisfy my curiosity.

Jingu gave a helpless smile. Since the other party wasn't using weapons, he wouldn't use anything to bully her. He would just vent his anger with his fists and feet.

On the sixth day of bliss atop the Mirage Tower, something wonderful happened.

As the sun is about to

On the eve of its ascent, the fog gradually dissipated, and the mirage sank to the bottom of the water. The guests from the previous night were all pale-faced and their legs were trembling. They could not forget the night that had been "dreamlike" in every sense of the word.

On the deck of the Mirage Tower, maids were busy running back and forth, constantly washing away the bloodstains on the ground with water. The entire antique and elegantly decorated pavilion was now littered with corpses.

Don't get me wrong, it's just one person's blood and corpse. These yokai who make a living from prostitution have never seen anything like it. Even yokai like Jorogumo, who used to eat people, felt a lingering fear after witnessing the brutality of last night.

Jingu wiped his hands. Come to think of it, he had been burning with anger because of the repeated interruptions, but after a night of violent venting, he had released some of that anger and felt refreshed.

It seems Tamamo-no-Mae really did trick him again last night. She could have done something else to vent her frustrations, but she insisted on finding Bao Ji instead. I guess she wanted to trick him while using his power to manipulate Bao Ji.

More importantly, we finally got rid of this scoundrel. If there's a first time, there's bound to be a second. Let's see how this fox will face us when it turns around.

Bao Ji had already woken up and was now standing obediently to the side, holding water and a towel for washing. After the brief contact last night, she was in a very conflicted state.

However, one thing that cannot be changed is that she now knows her powerlessness in front of the shrine. Her ability is to use words and actions to make the other party lose the will to resist or the ability to refuse.

However, in front of the shrine, she felt that this ability was completely reversed. She couldn't muster any thoughts of refusal or resistance. Rationally, she wanted to stay away from the shrine, but emotionally and instinctively, she couldn't help but approach it.

Ignoring what the flesh toy was struggling with, Jingu threw the towel she had used to wipe her hands into the basin and turned to look at her masterpiece.

That sounds a bit harsh, like he's being cruel. He was just defending himself.

The mass of flesh plastered on the stone was slowly recovering. The shrine hadn't killed the opponent to the point of being unable to recover; it was just that the opponent was too mentally exhausted and had entered a state of rest, like going to sleep.

Bao Ji thoughtfully had someone bring a chair for the shrine maiden, and then personally filled her pipe with tobacco and held it to her lips.

The shrine maiden glanced at her, and Princess Bao immediately understood, explaining:

"This is not some ordinary tobacco, but a rare treasure that I have collected. Please rest assured."

Why do I feel like I'm becoming increasingly decadent? Is this what corruption is?

With Bao Ji's help, he lit the pipe. Wisps of smoke rose up, and Jingu tentatively took a puff. It didn't feel like tobacco at all; instead, it had a minty taste that was refreshing and invigorating.

Damn it, he's really into eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking—he's only missing one of the five vices.

The shrine's interest in Princess Bao's rare tobacco was indeed somewhat satisfying.

However, just as Jingu was contemplating whether to be domineering or gentle when he asked for it, the minced meat in front of him began to wriggle.

Chapter 65 Compensation

The girl stood up groggily; the intense fighting of the night had left her somewhat disoriented.

Even if one is immortal, one cannot avoid various sensations such as pain, hunger, and thirst; she is simply somewhat numb to them.

The shrine maiden examined him closely, then frowned. So thin, so flat-chested, he wasn't even as good as the emperor.

Oh no, why am I judging people so subjectively? What does it matter to him whether they are treated fairly or not?

Clearing those impure thoughts from her mind, Jingu took a breath and said, "Awake? Can we calm down and talk properly now?"

"Don't rush, you're still a little confused. Let me tap you a couple of times."

The girl spoke to herself, then shoved her hand into her ear. The horrifying sight caused the maids who were hiding to watch to feel a phantom pain.

After tapping her head a few times, the girl pulled her hand out and burned off the strange liquid with flames. Then, as if remembering something, she assumed a defensive stance towards the shrine.

"So it's you, you violent and perverted maniac. What are you going to do?"

Although she was on guard, the girl was clearly retreating. It seemed that the night's beating had made her realize the difference in skill and she was no longer blindly rushing forward to be swatted away.

However, her words displeased Jingu. He pursed his lips, put down his pipe, pointed to his face, and said:

"Have you ever seen such a handsome violent maniac? How could someone as handsome as me be a pervert? Bao Ji, tell her if I'm neither violent nor perverted."

"No, Lord Jingu is so humble and gentle, how could anyone have such a misunderstanding?"

Without batting an eye, Bao Ji cooperated perfectly with the shrine maiden, even giving winks to those around her, who nodded frantically in agreement.

"You see, the eyes of the masses are discerning." Seeing the crowd's cooperation, Jingu nodded in satisfaction, took a deep drag on his pipe, and said.

"You were the one who started smashing things without saying a word, and even hit me on the head. If it were an ordinary person, wouldn't you have killed them?"

Startled by this shameless face, the girl was at a loss for words. After hesitating for a long time, she finally remembered why she had started the fight.

"It is clearly you monsters who abduct young girls to engage in this flesh trade, eating human flesh and bones, committing heinous crimes!"

"Hmm? Little girl, you can eat whatever you want but you can't say whatever you want. I run a legitimate business here, and all my employees are volunteers. Where did this kidnapping and cannibalism come from?"

Bao Ji sneered. Her figure, carrying a basin of water and bending over, exuded immense pressure. If the other party didn't give a clear explanation, it wouldn't be so easy to resolve.

"Um... boss, I think we can explain..."

From the crowd, a female demon tremblingly raised her hand and stepped forward, dragging along another female demon whose body was made of water.

"Well, I just happened to see her on the way, dressed in rags and starving. I was kind enough to offer her some food and tea, just so she could have something to eat. But then..."

After saying that, he nudged the female demon beside him, and she reluctantly spoke.

“Last night, that customer insisted on playing the 'ball swallowing' game, but she caught me in the act and thought I was eating people. She wouldn’t listen to my explanation and we started fighting.”

Hiss... Shrine gasped.

He exhaled a cold breath and turned his head to look at Bao Ji.

"Your shop... is so creative?"

Bao Ji smiled faintly, her tone gentle and charming: "Times will eliminate outdated industries, so we must also keep up with the times."

Her sixth day of bliss wasn't just a boast; the realistic scenes and top-notch acting, combined with her non-human attributes and the aid of hallucinogenic smoke, created a perfect experience that was like a dream.

It seems I'll need to investigate this further next time so I can share some experience with the little witch.

"Since that's the case, what else do you have to say? You just smashed things without any explanation. Luckily no one died, or I would have had to send you to the Monster Management Committee."

"I am not a monster, I am a human!"

Bao Ji handed the basin of water in her hand to the demoness who had stepped forward, and approached the girl with a cold smile.

"Whether you're a demon or a human, you've vandalized so many facilities and frightened so many of my guests. You should compensate for the losses, shouldn't you?"

Of course, Bao Ji didn't really care about these losses. What a joke! She made a fortune selling aphrodisiacs. This was just for fun. She was just thinking about other things.

Unconsciously, Bao Ji's ability had already affected the other party. According to the girl's personality, she would have chosen to run away in this situation, but at this moment she stood there blankly.

Through language, one can manipulate the other person's mind, making them unconsciously obey one's words.

"Let me think about it. You are rude, uneducated, and unreasonable. If you stay with me, you will never make back your losses and will just be eating my food for free."

Hearing the comments about being rude, uneducated, and arrogant, the girl clearly wanted to refute them, but she held back her words.

Bao Ji circled the girl once, scrutinizing her with a look the girl found extremely distasteful, before slowly speaking.

"Actually, money doesn't matter. The main thing is that you offended my guests, especially my VIPs..."

"What do you think, Shrine Master? What should I do with her? Should I send her to your shrine as a maid?"

After going around in circles, it finally returned to the shrine.

"A shrine? So you're not the owner here?"

The girl belatedly realized that she seemed to have called the wrong person, but it didn't seem to matter much; since the other person was in a place like this in the middle of the night, he was probably not a good person either.

"Of course, I am the owner here. Jingu is just a distinguished guest I invited. So, Jingu, what do you think of this suggestion?"

Bao Ji smiled and handed the choice to the shrine maiden. Seeing this, the girl muttered under her breath, "Adulterous couple, what's the difference between the boss and the boss's husband?"

Jingu pondered for a moment, then moved closer and used his pipe to lift the girl's face. She reluctantly turned her head away, which amused Jingu.

"Give her some clothes first; she looks worse off than if she were wearing something."

The following is a list of meaningless and embarrassing parts for girls. In short, no one will die and their clothes will not be restored. Be careful when fighting. Fortunately, the fight last night was wrapped in flames, and this morning there is only one gentleman, the Shrine.

She changed into loose-fitting trousers and a shirt, and her withered, pale white hair was tied with several red knots and draped down her back.