Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

However, he wasn't into tomboys like Jingu. Chiyo, with her impulsive and straightforward yet charmingly tomboyish personality, was already his limit.

Since he couldn't make new friends, he could only focus on people he had just met. Jingu thought to himself, Momiji is easy to handle. If he puts aside his morals, he can trick her into coming eight times in a minute. Ibuki, on the other hand, looks like a drunkard, but he is actually a bit cunning.

As he thought about it, his hand unconsciously climbed up to Ibuki's slender waist beside him. He couldn't help but grope her smooth waist a couple of times until he met Ibuki's deep purple eyes, which seemed to be looking at him strangely.

"Ahem, sorry, I'm used to it."

Jingu withdrew her hand. Sitting there without anyone to hold her, she was indeed a little unaccustomed to it. She was used to having someone on each side, and it was really not her usual feeling to hold someone who was soft and smooth to the touch and would purr and nibble on her.

"It was my oversight. I should have arranged two for you. How about those two girls who sang for you a few times?"

Enthusiasm! That's what hospitality is all about! That's what business is all about!

Without needing Jingu to say anything more, Ibuki stood up and pushed open the door. Before she could speak, she heard a commotion outside.

"Kill! My lords! For your wives and children, for your glory, fight to the death and vanquish the demons!"

A group of oddly dressed middle-aged men, wearing headscarves and suits with books or protective gear strapped to their undershirts, drew long knives and brandished them at the bar's patrons and staff.

Unlike the hidden paradise of the sixth day, the demon's lair, the Ooeyama Music Cosplay Bar is not difficult to find if you look carefully, which led to today's unwelcome guests.

Perhaps, it's a blood sacrifice delivered to our door?

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Tomorrow is the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao). I wish all the test takers the best of luck and hope they achieve their desired results. Don't be too nervous!

Chapter 132 Slaying Demons and Eliminating Evil

“Is this really a good idea?”

The man tightened the books strapped to his body; these not-so-hard objects might be able to withstand the sharp teeth or claws of some wild beasts in a critical moment and save his life.

"What's wrong with that? Brother Ogasawara, those places are full of monsters. Isn't it a good thing to slay demons and eliminate evil spirits?"

The leading man retorted, and the man called Ogasawara was refuted. Indeed, slaying demons and monsters was a good thing; these demonic lairs had claimed countless lives, and killing them was a matter of course. However...

Ogasawara gripped the sword, weighing it in his hand. He had studied kendo in his childhood, but hadn't practiced it for many years. Even holding the hilt, he found it difficult to recapture the feeling of wielding a sword, and he had no experience actually using a sword to kill.

"Don't worry, Ogasawara. You'll get the hang of it after a couple of tries. The blood of a samurai flows in our veins, and wielding a sword is like an instinct."

The man patted him on the shoulder, took out a jade pendant from his pocket, and handed it to him.

"Oh, right, and this too. Wear it properly. If it feels uncomfortable, put it in your mouth; it will make you feel better."

"What the hell are you standing there for? Is it really that hard to accept the first time?"

Rewind to the present. Ogasawara, lost in thought, was jolted awake by a heavy slap from his reverie and stared blankly at what lay before him.

His companions were engaged in fierce battles with demons, while others chased after fleeing crowds, wielding their knives and slaughtering indiscriminately. He was one of them.

His own blade was stained with blood, and a corpse lay in a pool of blood at his feet. That strike was the best he had ever made, cutting straight from the shoulder blade to the humerus, almost severing the man in two.

The sensation of severing a human body seems no different from testing a knife on a bamboo mat; the splashed blood and the pleasure of unleashing violence flow through the body as if they were innate.

Looking up, the fleeing male and female demons all seemed no different from ordinary people, some even with decorations that looked like props. The monsters fighting with their companions nearby also looked incredibly real. The corpse at his feet, which seemed to be the same age as his daughter, made Ogasawara momentarily unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

His hands were trembling, his breathing was short, and his heart was beating faster than ever before, as if it were about to jump out of his chest. He even felt a bit short of breath. He couldn't tell whether the wings on the corpse beneath his feet were real or fake.

Recalling the words of his senior leader, Ogasawara took out the magatama from his neck. He put the dark, blood-red magatama in his mouth and instantly felt a cool sensation. He relaxed a lot and felt an unprecedented sense of confidence and satisfaction. He picked up his sword and was eager to try.

These are all demons, and their corpses can be exchanged for a lot of money, lots and lots of money. With that money, he no longer needs to be a lowly clerk, an ordinary person who is bossed around outside and has to endure bad looks at home.

He was a samurai! A member of the samurai class! A descendant of the Ogasawara clan, the guardians of Shinano!

"A bunch of mongrel dogs, they can't even get a bone but they're busy biting people. After all these years, they're still just as despicable."

Unable to discern any emotion, Ibuki, observing the scene from above, coldly uttered a single sentence, showing no remorse whatsoever for having her territory disrupted.

They felt angry or pitied for their guests being killed.

Upon closer inspection, it was found that only a few monsters were actually killed; the majority were people dressed in strange costumes as humans. These guys couldn't distinguish between humans and monsters, so they just hacked and slashed indiscriminately.

He never considered where he was, whether he would die, or whether the souls under his blade were human or demon. He simply followed his violent desires and acted like a beast addicted to its desires.

Sniffing the bloody smell in the air, Ibuki seemed to have caught a whiff of something.

"Huh? There's a purebred one, what a surprise. It tastes like the Genji. Momiji, would you like to try it yourself?"

"Genji? Where is Genji?"

When the words that shouldn't have been mentioned were spoken, the originally peaceful red leaves instantly transformed into a hideous vengeful ghost, bursting out of the door and jumping directly down from beside Ibuki.

"If you're in such a hurry, wait for me, let's split it up."

Following Kureha, they jumped down from the building, leaving only Shrine and the still-enjoying Centipede Lord.

"Aren't you going down?"

Jingu looked at the giant centipede with some surprise. Why was she still eating here? Was she that hungry?

"Pah!" The giant centipede spat out a bone and said very honestly, "Humans don't taste good, and I have no grudge against the Genji, so why should I jump down and fight?"

Oh, according to legend, it was Fujiwara no Hidesato who shot her and founded the Fujiwara no Hokuke Hidesato school, which had nothing to do with the Genji clan.

The two people upstairs treated it as a show, but the scene downstairs was far less elegant. Momiji, transformed into a demon, tore a person in half, waving her hand without regard for anything else, and marched towards the scent of Genji. No one could stop her.

Even amidst such a bloody and terrifying scene, these half-baked guys showed no fear. One by one, they swallowed the magatama, their bodies swelling up. Some even had blue faces and fangs, discarding their swords and crawling on the ground like wild beasts as they pounced forward.

Compared to the brutality on the other side, Ibuki's movements were very light. Her slender figure moved through the crowd, but those who came into contact with her only saw her purplish eyes. Then, a dizzying sensation would ensue, and Ibuki would pull off a head, carrying a string of severed heads as she approached her target.

Demons! Absolutely demons! Although they had only known each other for a short time, Ogasawara felt a boiling rage rise in his heart as he watched his comrades being easily decapitated and turned into headless corpses.

Gripping the sword tightly, Ogasawara was more serious than ever before. He was determined to slay the demon before him and avenge his fallen comrades. His heart pounded rapidly, and the magatama on his tongue emitted a cool sensation, helping him to stay calm.

Yes, by following this feeling and instinctively swinging the sword, I will surely be able to catch the demon charging at me and kill her!

"Huh? What are you thinking about?"

A voice, soft yet carrying a hint of chill, rang in his ears. In the blink of an eye, before he could even see the other's footsteps, a demon with bewitching beauty and ferocious intent stood before him.

He instinctively tried to swing his sword, but the demon's hand was faster, grabbing his throat and lifting him up. Gasping for breath, Ogasawara could only struggle in vain.

Licking his lips, Ibuki didn't seem to be in a hurry for the final main course. His nails dug into the man's flesh, as if he wanted to slowly tear the man's head off by gravity.

He was too weak to even struggle. His mouth kept opening and closing, trying to get air from the outside world, but it was just an illusion. His trachea had been pierced by Ibuki's hand. Dying of suffocation seemed less painful than dying of decapitation.

But there was something else in his mouth, sliding down his throat as he instinctively swallowed.

Ibuki smiled, as if excited about what was about to happen.

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I'm wondering if I'm sometimes too abnormal; my morbid curiosity still seems to be deeply ingrained within me.

Chapter 133 The Giant Centipede That Eats Dragons

"Ibuki! I'll leave the Genji clan to you!"

The ghostly red leaves roared at Ibuki, their resentment tearing apart the surrounding demonized monsters like a tangible force, and then rushing towards Ibuki in a rain of blood.

Seemingly having heard Momiji's words, the hand that was tightly gripping Ogasawara's neck loosened, and the magatama that was already stuck in his throat was swallowed instinctively.

The heat was intense; Ogasawara felt as if his blood was boiling. Crimson veins coursed through his body. Unlike his comrades, who rapidly transformed into demons and swelled their limbs, Ogasawara felt as if he were on fire. His skin darkened rapidly, his blood vessels bulged like lines, and his nails and teeth became sharp.

His pupils were rapidly dilating, and the muscles that were knotted together protruded from his scalp like horns. Ogasawara, with his imposing features, stood still, and at this moment, his appearance was somewhat similar to Ibuki's, like a demon.

"what?"

A distinctly rational voice emerged from his throat, which sounded like a broken bellows. He seemed different from the others, but before he could even think, a sharp pain shot through his left arm as Hongye ripped his hand off by the roots.

The pain was followed by rage, and the feeling of being full of power filled him with confidence. He had only been ambushed, and he was absolutely confident that he could kill the demon that had attacked him.

"Die! Die! Die! People of the Genji bloodline, die!"

Torn to pieces, even with some unique qualities, he was not an important character. Under the berserk Red Leaf, he could only be torn to pieces like a rag doll.

All of these stupid dogs that Ibuki had mentioned were now motionless corpses, their blood—the blood of monsters, the blood of humans, and the blood in between—flowing across the ground.

"Alright, clean up what needs cleaning, take your drugs if you need to, and notify the person in charge to come and collect the body. I wonder if it will still be recognizable."

Ibuki stepped over the pool of blood, casually picked up a handkerchief and wiped her hands. Her skill in just now, picking off a head alive, was truly masterful, without any lingering traces or hesitations. It was easy to do!

After tearing the poor man to pieces, the enemy's blood finally brought Hongye back to her senses. Covered in blood, she stood up from the sea of ​​blood with a kind expression.

After this whole commotion, everyone lost their appetite for drinking, although the others, except for the one from the Shrine, didn't seem to care.

"Forget it, it seems today is not a good day for drinking. I'd better go to the Beast Realm to talk to Bao Ji about some serious matters first, and we can drink next time."

Jingu stood up, preparing to leave, but was suddenly pulled back.

"You're going to the animal realm? What a coincidence, I'm going too, wanna come together?"

The giant centipede, who had been eating non-stop, tugged at the corner of the shrine's robe, refusing to put down her food. It was hard to tell whether she was a giant centipede or a giant white pig, as she had been eating non-stop since they met.

"Huh? It's time to deliver already?"

"Ah."

Ibuki and Ōsanzu quickly exchanged a few words, probably about business matters.

After thinking for a moment, Jingu realized that he didn't know the way to the animal realm, and it wouldn't hurt to have someone guide him, so he didn't object to the centipede's suggestion to go with him.

After the two left, Ibuki looked at the mess on the ground, seemingly lost in thought.

The last time I went to the Tomoyo was at the Asama Taisha Shrine of Konohanasakuya-hime.

If we were to use an analogy, the shrines of the gods are like fixed stations connecting the mortal world and the world of the living. The animal world, on the other hand, is a place where you have to drive yourself and there's no public transportation.

Since there were no shortcuts to take, and the giant centipede was leading the way, things didn't go very fast. They wandered between the real world and the ordinary world, with reality and illusion, matter and spirit passing by on either side of them.

This is not the real world, but a sensory illusion.

Jingu looked at the giant centipede leading the way. Golden centipede patterns appeared on her black dress, and insect-like tentacles grew from her forehead. Countless tentacles appeared on her bare arms and calves.

For some reason, Jingu, who hadn't been interested in the centipede before, became slightly more interested after seeing its appearance.

Insect girl? Although not the more common spider girl, centipede girl seems interesting, huh? I wonder if she can transform into someone whose lower body is all centipedes.

While they were lost in their own wild and unrealistic fantasies, the two of them arrived at their destination—the animal realm.