Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Do you really think I'll tolerate you like this forever?!

Makoto Takatsukasa slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

Chapter 13 Fainting

"Oh? What can't you tolerate now?"

Suddenly appearing indoors, the shrine maiden, dressed in black, stared at Takatsukasa Makoto with a half-smile.

As if being stared at by some ferocious beast, Takashi Makoto felt cold all over, his body stiffened and he couldn't move, and even his breathing seemed to stop.

What exactly is this boy?

Jingu's pupils are very light in color, so many people don't actually notice that there is a vertical pupil that is not fully open in what appears to be a normal pupil.

This is a fear born of the instinct of life. Even though the dragon king has not revealed his true form, the rolling thunder under the clear sky proves that he is not in a good mood.

Makoto Takatsukasa opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he felt it was difficult to even breathe in a wisp of air; the illusion of suffocation and death lingered in his mind.

"Lord Jingu, you can handle this yourself; you don't need to come at all."

Su said coquettishly, but her brows revealed an undisguised joy.

In Makoto Takatsukasa's eyes, Soga Ai's expression was like spring snow melting and ice breaking into water.

Surprise, joy, shyness, love, infatuation... all sorts of expressions he had never seen before surged onto Su Wo'ai's brows in that instant, as if a stone statue had come to life, and the delicate and charming girl's expression had never been so beautiful.

But what followed was intense jealousy, as if it would burn out the fire in his heart, a fire of jealousy that ignited from the very core of his being.

Why? Why?

This is neither love nor possessiveness. He is interested in this woman's body, but it has not risen to the level of love, much less to the point of being unable to live without her. He approached her with greed, but now he has only brought trouble upon himself.

Jealousy made him seethe with rage; his self-esteem, his pride and sacrifices, everything he had in the past was completely denied and trampled upon in Su Woai's expression!

Makoto Takatsukasa believes that everything has a reason, and that he is an absolute genius from any perspective. He would accept his defeat if Suga Ai did not show any kindness to anyone.

But when he discovers that Su Woai is also alive, that she can also show such expressions, that she can also feel joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, that she can also fall in love with someone like she is now, that her eyes can also be filled with tenderness, and that she can only look at one person.

He completely broke down, and for Takatsukasa Makoto, nothing could be more humiliating.

But this had nothing to do with Su Wa'ai. For Su Wa'ai, some things didn't need a reason, and besides, after the appearance of the Divine Palace, she no longer had any room for anyone else.

"I..." Consumed by jealousy, Takatsukasa Makoto managed to speak, but neither Jingu nor Soga Ai paid any attention to him at that moment.

Jingu gave a slightly apologetic and gentle smile, stroked Suga's face, and said softly;

"A shrine maiden should act like a shrine maiden. All I need to do to love you is unconditional support."

"Hmm..." Suga Ai touched Jingu's hand and said blankly.

Ignored by the intimate interaction between the two, Takatsukasa Makoto could no longer control his surging blood and fainted with his head thrown back.

The sound of the other person falling to the ground finally drew their attention. Jingu was slightly speechless; how could the other person have fallen before he'd even exerted any force? What about all the prepared tactics he'd set up—slapping them in the face, intimidating them, and ultimately reducing them to ashes?

It's not working anymore?

The slight anger that had been building up vanished instantly, and the thunderclouds that hadn't yet formed in the sky also dispersed.

"Let's go back, Lady Jingu." Suga Ai released Jingu's hand.

"Well, okay."

Jingu also gave up on the idea of ​​doing anything more to Takatsukasa Makoto. If he knew better and didn't cause trouble again, that would be fine. But if he did cause trouble again, then his fate would be left to fate.

Although he has never liked trouble, Jingu has absolute confidence and fearlessness about everything on this island nation beneath his feet. That's the kind of confidence that comes with an unfair advantage.

After the two left, only Takatsuki Makoto, who was lying unconscious on the ground, was left behind, which was a great pity.

How could such a perfectly healthy young man faint from anger because he couldn't get over his own hurdle?

Suga and Jingu didn't return to the classroom either; instead, they skipped class and left the school.

Suga remained silent throughout the journey, and Jingu did not speak either; their relationship was rather strange in a way.

They seemed to be the closest people in the world to each other, yet they had only known each other for a short day. They seemed to understand each other's feelings, yet this was actually the first time they had ever spent time alone together.

Instead of taking the subway, I strolled through the bustling city of Tokyo. The girl's skirt fluttered in front of me, and her long legs, encased in pantyhose, revealed glimpses of flesh beneath.

Ultimately, how does Jingu himself view Soga Ai? With her strange personality and abrupt behavior, can he truly accept this unexpected affection with a clear conscience?

Even with Kuga Hikaru's words, which gave him a basic understanding of Soga Ai, what exactly was Soga Ai thinking? And when and where did she develop these feelings for him?

Looking at the beautiful figure beside him, Jingu reached out to hook the girl's empty palm, but instead, the girl's fingertips coiled around him like nimble snakes, tightly gripping Jingu's hand.

The girl's hands were warm and soft, and Jingu instantly cleared all those chaotic thoughts from his mind; those questions no longer mattered.

And the question of where Su loved to take him was quickly answered.

The two stopped in front of an apartment building, and Su Woai stared blankly up at it.

"What's wrong, love?"

This was the first thing the two said to each other after leaving school, and Su Woai just shook her head.

"I left my bag in the classroom because I was in a hurry, and I don't have the key."

Jingu chuckled and pulled Su Wa'ai forward, saying, "No problem, let's go to your place and take a look."

Jingu gently pushed the door open, and it opened easily. The room was small, unlike Mrs. Nishikata's large apartment; this single-person apartment was just the right size for one person.

Basically, the entire room is visible the moment you enter.

It wasn't as cozy or simple and elegant as I had imagined. Suga Ai's room was so ordinary that it could be described as shabby. The only decoration was the flowers in the vase, with a note left by Kuga Hikaru on it.

The bedding has been removed, leaving only a bare wooden bed, a simple wardrobe, a table, and an old sofa. Fortunately, there is a separate kitchen and bathroom.

Just by looking at it, you can imagine how a girl named Suga Ai spends her days, with her so-called entertainment probably consisting of a few books in front of her bed.

As for things like underwear being carelessly thrown around, that's simply not the case; at least, the shrine hasn't found any evidence of that yet.

Suo Ai opened the wardrobe, neatly folded the clothes one by one, and then turned her head to say to the shrine.

"Lord Jingu, could you help me take all these things with me?"

"Hmm, are they planning to move everything to the shrine?"

Some small things are naturally minor issues for the shrine.

In response to Jingu's words, Soga Ai gave a faint smile.

"Yes, love will follow you wherever you are."

Chapter 14 From the Depths

Under the bright lights, Jingu sat on the sofa with a book in his hand, but his mind was not on the book at all.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Because the apartment was small, Jingu could even see Suga's stockings and underwear that she had taken off at the bathroom door, as well as her blurry figure behind the glass.

The reason Suga went to take a shower halfway through packing wasn't because anything had happened, but simply because Suga suddenly remembered that the shrine only had a clear spring for bathing, which was inconvenient, so she decided to take a shower before leaving.

This made the shrine consider whether to try to build a hot spring within the shrine grounds, not open to the public and purely for its own use.

Normally, taking a bath wouldn't be a big deal, but the awkwardness lies in the close proximity. Jingu can vaguely sense the flow of water, thus forming a general image of Soga's figure and skin in his mind.

This unintentional act of spying made Jingu somewhat embarrassed, but he couldn't explain it and could only pretend that he knew nothing.

With this mindset, he only felt the atmosphere becoming increasingly romantic, and in his embarrassment, he casually grabbed a book to cover it up.

Before long, the girl emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, her wet hair pulled back, and her fair skin flushed slightly in the steam.

The use of a bath towel is actually related to the user's mood. If she is happy, the bath towel is just a piece of paper, but if she is not happy, the bath towel can be wrapped tightly around her.

And Su I love

"Lord Jingu..." Her expression remained aloof, but her earlobes, red as if about to bleed, betrayed Su Waai's inner feelings. One hand was on a bath towel, and the other was clutching her clothes.

"I understand, I understand." Jingu quickly covered his face with the book in his hand; the room was so small that he had nowhere to hide.

Although his vision was obscured, he could still hear the faint sound of clothes rubbing against the girl's skin. Combined with the image of her figure that had just appeared in his mind, Jingu could imagine every movement Suga Ai made at this moment.

I fastened my bra, adjusted its position, and then... the sound of very thin stockings rubbing against my thighs. I pulled it up little by little, still pantyhose, then the sound of the elastic band tightening and hitting my waist. I adjusted the position of the stockings, and finally, I put on a skirt.

Silently imagining each scene in her mind, she put down the book at Su Woai's voice. Sure enough, she was wearing a deep purple dress, the hem of which was below her knees, and her legs were covered with thin black stockings that were different from those during the day, making it easy to see her flesh color.

With her wet hair down, Su Wa'ai combed her hair as she sat down next to the shrine. The two of them were sitting on the small sofa, their skin practically touching.

Underneath the thin dress, she was probably wearing nothing. Jingu could feel the girl's warm and soft body, which was slightly hot from her recent bath.

"Lord Jingu..."

The girl's voice rang in his ears, and Jingu suddenly shuddered.

Do you want to know more about love?

The warm breath sprayed onto the face of the goddess, and along the neckline of her dress, it was dazzlingly white.

"How...how do you know?"

When it came to actual combat, Jingu was somewhat at a loss, having absolutely no experience. What should he do first? Kiss? Touch? Or do nothing at all?

Suga reached out towards the shrine, was it coming?

The result was simply that it was drawn away.

The book that Jingu had been using to ease the awkwardness was only discovered when Su Wa'ai closed it in her hands. Jingu then realized that the book she had randomly picked up was not a book, but a notebook filled with a girl's delicate handwriting.

It's a bit awkward. Can I say that I didn't actually read a single word? But if I didn't see what he was doing, how can I explain that?

"Actually, Lord Jingu will say whatever he wants as long as he opens his mouth."

The girl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, closed the notebook, and placed it on her lap. Although the environment was simple, the scene was still very elegant, especially the thin, sheer stockings under her skirt, which added a touch of gentle ambiguity.

"Does Lord Jingu think that love is something to be taken lightly?"

Su Woai turned her head, and under the influence of the atmosphere, her expression seemed to soften considerably.

"Coming to your door so casually, throwing yourself into my arms so casually, Lord Jingu... do you think love is something so casual?"

Although her expression remained unchanged, Jingu could see that the girl's small, black-stockinged feet were arched, the thin silk taut, indicating that she was not as indifferent as her expression suggested.

She was also afraid of her own opinion of her. Looking back now, Su Woai had a sense of inexplicable panic from the very first time they met.

Fearing rejection from the shrine, she staked everything on it and quickly finalized the contract, giving the shrine no chance to delay.