Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"Then...we'll do it this way?"

While the shrine was reveling with female demons, enjoying themselves immensely, the soil in Tokyo's night was being soaked with blood.

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Chapter 119 Appetizers

"Why?"

Late at night, torrential rain poured down as the typhoon made landfall in Yingzhou. Compared to today, the wind and rain will likely only intensify over the next period of time.

In the Konoe family's private residence, the once highly respected elder was now lying prostrate in the mud, his expensive kimono stained with mud, and bright red blood was constantly seeping out.

"Please forgive me, Grandpa, this is all the request of that lord. Your heads are the first step for us to pledge our allegiance."

In the wind and rain, the priest stood motionless, holding an umbrella. The beautiful face of the royal guard Ringo was full of determination. She gripped her fan tightly, and her slender figure seemed as if she could be blown away by the gale at any moment.

With the strong support of the shrine, the superhumans could be said to have slaughtered the mortals with overwhelming force. No one dared to speculate whether the shrine meant the head of the person in charge or the heads of all those involved.

They decided to kill all those involved, even if it would damage the operation of the family and bring some departments to a standstill.

"Foolish woman! You are dragging your family into the abyss, completely binding them to that guy's chariot, and causing the family's thousand-year continuation to end here!"

The dying old man was still furious. His own death was not the hard thing to accept, but the foolish decision was truly infuriating.

"Is crawling before him like a dog the best way out you envision? Even if he defeats Takemikazuchi, there are still so many demons causing trouble in Japan, so many samurai families unwilling to remain silent, so many high and mighty Sankiko, so many monks, and so many foreigners."

"He stirred up trouble. As the losers, if we want to survive, we should stay out of it. But you've tied your entire family to his chariot. What will you do if he fails? What will you do if you make the wrong choice?"

The girl ignored the old man's questions, simply looking up at the dark night, where thunder seemed to rumble amidst the wind and rain.

"Alright, Grandpa, stop talking nonsense. It's so late, you need to get your beauty sleep. Tomorrow we'll have to bring your head to see Lord Shrine."

Through the rain, a pair of scarlet eyes watched everything unfold, then flapped its wings and flew away with a strange cry.

The same thing happened simultaneously in various parts of Tokyo and even Kyoto. Those who acted cleverly would inevitably be misled by their own cleverness.

These women are truly fake. In the end, their relationships are complicated. These so-called women are the kind of people who can create six group chats among themselves.

The alliance built on the backs of betrayal and counter-betrayal is incredibly fragile and can be torn apart at any moment.

Unlike the King's Game, which is a game of luck and allows for cheating, Rock-Paper-Scissors is essentially a duel, a duel with a demand as the stake.

Iizuna Maru, who is keen to dig up big news from the shrine, Hōhime and Tamamo-no-Mae, who clash with each other, Ibuki, who wants to spar with everyone, and Momiji, who is a pure drunkard, are the only ones with a relatively mild personality. Aside from being provoked by Ibuki a few times, Momiji always stays out of it.

But at least until now, everyone can still use drinking as a shield, and no major conflicts have broken out yet. But as...

With one glass after another, the situation gradually entered a new phase.

"You vixen, come on, let's continue."

Although she was already a little tipsy, Bao Ji continued to challenge Tamamo-no-Mae to a duel. The most basic rule was that she could not avoid the fight, otherwise the game would lose its meaning.

Therefore, this game is also a replica of war, where drinking capacity is a reflection of strength. Apart from the universally acknowledged strongest Ibuki and the ever-improving Jingu, everyone else must be cautious in every challenge, as failure would mean all their efforts are in vain.

But today, Bao Ji seems to be obsessed with Tamamo-no-Mae, playing a completely self-destructive style, disregarding her own wins and losses, and mindlessly fighting Tamamo-no-Mae to the bitter end.

Although she was in much better condition than Bao Ji, Tamamo-no-Mae knew that she couldn't keep going like this for long. Bao Ji could just lie around, get drunk, and be taken back by the shrine, and have a good time for one night, but Tamamo-no-Mae didn't want that.

But if she didn't drink, she didn't know what demands Bao Ji would make to torment her. After all, she must still remember what happened last time; this woman was extremely vicious.

Although rock-paper-scissors is a fair game, one can improve their chances of winning by analyzing psychology. The two of them have already wasted countless brain cells in this simulated offensive and defensive battle over the past half day.

On the other hand, it was very casual. Ibuki and Jingu just played rock-paper-scissors as if they were just going through the motions. They didn't think about it or have any tactics. They just played it purely based on their momentary thoughts and luck.

Naturally, Jingu wins more often than he loses, and luck is his advantage. However, Ibuki's alcohol tolerance is indeed strange. Although he entered that drunken state early on, he remained very sober.

"Hehehe, I finally won. Shrine, what do you do?"

"You drank a bit too fast, let me slow down. How about we hear what your requirements are first?"

Jingu didn't raise his glass again. He was flushed from drinking and had unbuttoned his collar. Everyone looked the same except that he had unbuttoned more buttons.

"Isn't this possible?"

To them, Jingu's words sounded like a sign that things were nearing their end, and that the need to slow down meant things were almost over.

"It's just a short break. After all, it's a game, and it's not fun to keep drinking like this all the time."

Jingu didn't explain much. Ibuki narrowed his eyes, let out a burp, and looked Jingu up and down.

"This is a real headache. I don't have any bad ideas; I just want to have a drink..."

In an instant, everyone's attention was drawn to see what Ibuki would ask Jingu to do.

"Hmm..." Ibuki tapped her head, as if she had thought of something, licked her lips, and said:

"Why don't you offer up the prey you stole from me for everyone to have a drink? After drinking so much, we need something to go with the drinks, and young girls' flesh is the smoothest and most delicious."

The rather graphic words that came out of Ibuki's small mouth seemed to exhale a stench of blood and gore as she stared intently at Jingu and the girl who had been tossed into a corner by Jingu.

"Then forget it. I'd rather drink. Eating people is too disgusting."

Jingu glanced at the girl lying on the sofa. Her muscles were tense and her breathing was rapid. She had probably woken up from her drunkenness and was pretending to be asleep.

"It's really strange. Humans eat pork, beef, and mutton. You and I aren't human, so what's so disgusting about it? I'm not some kind of barbarian. I'll definitely find a chef to slice it into thin slices for you, and it'll all look the same."

As Ibuki spoke, Jingu could hear the girl's breathing become noticeably more rapid, and it seemed that the others must have heard it as well.

"Alas, if you are unwilling, then so be it. It's such a pity that the flesh and blood of the Genji's enemies are right in front of us, yet we can't even get a taste."

This chapter contains 2105 words. I suddenly realized that I don't have character cards for many of my characters yet, but adding character cards requires creating character portraits. I'm too lazy.

Chapter 120: Stealing chicken but losing rice

Ogasawara Yoriko regretted it deeply, very much so.

Why did I have to get angry with my family and end up in a place like this?

I only heard from my classmates that this place is fun and exciting, with all kinds of beautiful women and handsome men, the best alcohol in all of Tokyo, and the stage effects of the band performances are absolutely amazing.

I've had fine wine, watched a band performance, met beautiful women, and even met handsome men, but why are they all not human?

Huddled on the sofa, stiff and afraid to move, he had opened his eyes briefly when he was half-asleep. These people, drunk and high, had long since abandoned all restraint in their inhuman behavior.

Iizuna Maru's wings, Tamamo-no-Mae's fox tail, and Hōhime's long tail, which resembled both a dragon and a turtle or crocodile, all with rosy horns from the alcohol they consumed.

The room is completely empty! Although the only handsome guy, or rather, the good-looking young man, seems normal, the fact that he's the only normal one among so many abnormal people is the biggest abnormality.

Having stumbled into a den of demons, Ogasawara Yoriko could only close her eyes and continue to pretend to be asleep without moving. Who knows, these demons and monsters might forget that there was an ordinary little woman like her lying next to them after they'd had their fill of drinking.

But when Ibuki mentioned using her as a snack with drinks, my heart jumped into my throat instantly. I didn't dare to move at all, and within just a few seconds, I felt my clothes were soaked with sweat.

Fortunately, the shrine maiden spoke up to protect her, allowing her to temporarily put her mind at ease. However, just as she relaxed for a moment, a new crisis arose.

"Genji? Where is Genji? Where are the Genji people?"

In an instant, she transformed from a gentle, girl-next-door type to a demonic racha. Momiji slammed her hand on the table and stood up, crimson lines running up her neck and down her face like tear stains. The red horns, a characteristic of demons, also became faintly visible.

"Are you one of the Genji?"

Hongye quickly locked onto the girl lying motionless on the sofa, and stretched out her ferocious ghost claws to grab at her. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel a surge of malevolent energy rushing towards her.

"Hey, this is mine, Miss Hongye. It's not right to take it by force."

The hideous demonic hand was grasped by the shrine, quickly transforming back into its original slender, delicate hand in his grasp, and the rising malevolent aura was forcefully suppressed.

The red leaves, their malevolent aura suppressed, looked fierce, but their lack of malevolent aura made them appear somewhat weak.

"Why? She's just a human. She's neither pretty nor anything special. If you like women, I have plenty of them, and every single one of them is much prettier than her."

Indeed, the girl was just an ordinary high school girl with average looks. If it were the old Jingu, she could be described as pretty and charming, but now that she was surrounded by extremely beautiful girls, she seemed very ordinary.

She has no relation to the shrine and isn't particularly good-looking, so why would the shrine protect her for no reason? It can't be that she's doing a good deed every day, can it?

"If I had to say, it would probably be that I don't like giving up halfway."

Jingu held onto Momiji's hand tightly, and this response was very much in his style.

Since it's already done, there's no reason to suddenly change one's mind. Besides, it's just a human being; if you want to save someone, you save them—what reason do you need?

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Rather, you are just ordinary people. Even if someone has a grudge against you, it's from your ancestors thousands of years ago. You might as well dig up their graves and whip their bones.

"I! I..."

With her murderous aura suppressed, Hongye couldn't muster any courage to stand up for herself, and she also felt that what the Divine Palace said made some sense. Why was she so agitated?

"Well, don't forget we're still in the game. If we want something, we can get it through the game, right, Little Red Leaf?"

Somewhat incongruous is the scene where Ibuki seems to be comforting Momiji, but in reality, she's stirring things up by deliberately mentioning the name Genji to provoke Momiji. What a cunning devil she is!

"Yes, we're still playing a game, let me go."

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but Jingu felt that Momiji looked a bit silly. Maybe it's because it's me. If it were an ordinary person, it would probably be like a scene from a horror movie, with Momiji tearing them apart and eating them in an instant when she went berserk.

It can only be said that, from a different perspective, what was originally terrifying can become erotic. Being crawled into bed by Kayako is certainly scary, but what if the person in bed is a demon or spirit even more ferocious than Kayako? Wouldn't that be a complete waste?

Momiji's somewhat resentful yet defiant demeanor, coupled with her inherent gentleness and intelligence, always gave Jingu a strange sense of déjà vu, an urge to bully and force her.

"Now it's two against one, are you okay?"

With her teasing tone, it was hard not to suspect that Ibuki was deliberately stirring things up and had played a trick on the simple-minded Momiji.

"Can we have a rotation battle? Then add me, I'll join too."

Iizuna Maru, who had been waiting for a long time, also joined in excitedly. Jingu had just needed a break, and now he was going to be ganged up on by three people. It was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

"I'm coming too!"

"I'm not drunk yet, Tamamo-no-Mae, let's get me drunk first."

Looking at Bao Ji, who had been reduced to the number one sycophant and number one wrathful spirit under the shrine, Tamamo-no-Mae gritted her teeth in hatred. She would rather find a way to drink the shrine under the table than die a self-destructive death with Bao Ji like this.

"Well, being too competitive for favor isn't a good thing."