Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

A woman's attraction to a man is the same as a man's attraction to a woman; for Bao Ji, the shrine was like ice skating—she simply couldn't give it up.

Jingu shook his finger and said quickly and deliberately.

Mayflies only begin to reproduce once they reach adulthood; or rather, the entire mayfly population, in its magnificent life, exists solely for the purpose of reproduction.

That statement is clearly not true. You're just lusting after his body and playing around with him. You have no intention of developing a long-term relationship with him, or at least it's just a relationship of mutual comfort.

If I had known it would be resolved so slowly, I would have told Ibuki to wait for me. Now I know exactly what Ibuki is up to outside Hell.

The Insect Princess confirmed that the Shrine Maiden truly has a unique taste for evil.

Insect Princess frowned. "It was too bad, but that situation was within your expectations."

Mushihime knew that Jingu Shiki was a man, and even if she disliked his disguised inner shell, she still couldn't accept it, but disliking his true form inside and out was not unreasonable at all.

Scorching flames covered the sky, and burning iron formed the earth.

"Yes, yes, this is Bao Ji's matter. The price increase you mentioned is the price paid to you, so it can be discussed in the same way."

Jingu's gaze swept from top to bottom, and he raised an eyebrow.

Concealing their forms, they could be seen from afar as these people were being tortured in hell. Molten iron was poured into their mouths and noses by demonic jailers, melting their flesh and internal organs before flowing out through the four gates.

Therefore, as the shrine said, intelligent beings each have their own likes, dislikes, and prejudices, and it is ultimately difficult for people to understand each other.

The shrine isn't going to be so slow. They'll wait until they're too busy or indifferent to taste the Insect Princess, since you'll just run away anyway.

At this moment, Insect Princess had no intention of fighting for these benefits. She was only glad that Princess Bao had not brought in a powerful ally like the Divine Palace to carry out any annexation or conquest.

"???"

"That's it?"

"Is trying new things something you experience outside of your daily life also a kind of boring thing?"

"Hmm? What does he want?"

You need to sleep even then.

Is your taste a bit too strange? Do you also seem to be lacking in men?

Having temporarily set that matter aside, the shrine realized that he had already dealt with everything in the animal realm.

Otherwise, there would be no Four Heavenly Kings in the animal kingdom.

Princess Mushi understands. Does the Divine Palace need to use any pretext to get what it wants? If you don't have the power of the Divine Palace, you can just ruthlessly exploit the entire world. Why bother with all that?

"That..."

Even so, it is still difficult to depict even a fraction of hell, where millions of people are trapped in furnaces, running and wailing in the burning hell.

"Oh no, that's a choice, a notification, a decision to give him some time to prepare mentally."

After muttering a vicious curse in his mind, Ibuki continued to retreat toward the two extremes of hell.

The guys who designed that thing, perfected and maintained it, and the Yama who managed it, are definitely a bunch of psychopaths!

"Just bear with it a little longer. After we get to Avici Hell, we still have to go all the way to Little Red Lotus Hell. It will be much cooler then."

Originally, judging from Bao Ji's appearance, Mushihime thought that Jingu was a considerate woman, but now her true nature as a scumbag has been exposed.

"It's freezing! I'm going to freeze to death! How could this guy have worked in hell for so many years?"

In Ryunosuke Akutagawa's "Hell Screen," a painter is commissioned to paint a picture of hell for a young man. In order to fully depict the myriad aspects of hell, he burns his own men before his eyes.

While Little Centipede was mining, he was only mining in the later levels of the Hell of All Beings, while Ibuki had not yet gone deep enough.

The red-hot iron branded the earth, and above them burned the blazing sky, with fiery rain constantly falling, tormenting the beings in hell.

"How about we use you? We'll peel back his skin and let you taste it."

"Hmm~ Let me think about it..."

This solved both Bao Ji's problem and the issue that Hua Shan Yuan Chun had raised, achieving two goals at once.

The shrine maiden seemed resolute as she approached the Insect Princess, meeting her gaze with her jet-white compound eyes.

"Understood. I will transfer double the share that was agreed upon beforehand to Bao Ji."

Even the weakest animal spirit will retain some of its original characteristics within its physical body.

Are you satisfied?

Just kidding, what's a bug girl? I don't even have a single flower under my command yet. Once you've recovered, I'll try to fool you again, saying that you can definitely put on a show of eating insects with flowers?

Despite Mushihime's best efforts to argue and persuade Jingu to abandon the idea, Jingu only gave a somewhat subtle smile.

"How about eight times? Such a small share, Shikai is the limit that Baoji can eat."

The Insect Princess was stunned for a moment, but then quickly stepped forward, her composure visibly evident.

"Yes, yes, your true form is an insect. He might have been careless. Your true form doesn't have fur or mouthparts, nor compound eyes. You're basically a completely humanoid monster like Bao Ji, right?"

Despite its seemingly large and delicate appearance, it doesn't actually have fine downy hair underneath, its mouth is a human mouth, and its joints are not the same as those of a human.

Ibuki hasn't even reached the Lesser Scorched Hell yet, and is already far from Avici Hell, the foremost of the Four Cold Hells.

It's really weird.

"Hmm? It's related to the breeding season. You just want to taste it, and you want it to have larvae. Do you want it to have larvae or are you willing to?"

"Yes is the beginning, and doing is the end. Your main body is still a larva. Have you reached the breeding season yet?"

Pah! You scumbag!

Although these were meant to comfort you, they only made you feel more demotivated.

Ultimately, however, it's hard to say how much of Bao Ji's mind was still on the struggles in the animal realm.

Seriously, how can you lump me in with Bao Ji? Doing that would be considered skipping out on the bill.

At this very moment, in the depths of hell

I wonder if anyone has played another work by the author of Sylvie, Butterfly.

Chapter 219 Flattered

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The sound of camera shutters clicking on mobile phones rang out continuously.

Kazan Inshun leaned against the window, watching the crowds below taking pictures of the old tree, and sighed.

I don't know if I can get away with it. If not, I'll just try to explain it away by saying that the seawater was polluted and then the plants mutated.

However, there seems to have been no activity lately, and it's unclear whether the problem has been resolved.

Just as Haruhiko Hanayama was having a headache over these messy and troublesome things, his office door was kicked open.

"Lord Jingu, can't you just open the door properly? I've had to replace the door several times already."

Without even looking, Kayama Inshun knew who had come. Who else but the Shrine would disregard etiquette and forcefully open the door?

Moreover, the fact that the shrine has come means that the matter has indeed been resolved.

However, when she turned around, Hanayama Inuharu was still taken aback by the shrine's attire.

Previously, one should consider the potential loss of self-expression and self-identity in the shrine, in order to avoid some troublesome or difficult situations.

Kayama-in Haru blurted it out without thinking.

The scenery was terrible, and some parts didn't look familiar. It should be Itsukushima Shrine.

Hanayama Haru thought to himself, but for now, he was preoccupied with that issue.

If they could go up like that, the shrine would have to be more proactive. There are so few beauties in the world, people should be a little greedy. They can only eat what's outside the bowl and forget that there's also what's cooked.

After a while, Kayama Inshun found an envelope among the pile of documents and handed it to Jingu.

As the saying goes, "It's better to be prepared than to be prepared." Before getting used to the Shrine's unpredictable style of doing things, Kayama Haru hadn't yet learned to delay preparing for the worst in order to meet the Shrine's sudden demands.

"Of course I've seen it. I just want to know why you're dressed like this all of a sudden, Lord Jingu? Have you suddenly become a movie enthusiast lately?"

As long as it was a shrine that cut off someone's head and planted it in the ground, Kazanin Haru felt there was something wrong with it.

During that time, the shrine also came to see you, so you put that matter out of your mind.

Hanayama Haru didn't feel anything abrupt, and instinctively brought her legs together without feeling awkward.

"Of course it was handled badly; it brought the culprit to your attention."

I am flattered.

Kayama Haru secretly remembered that point: You've come here to study the psychology of entering puberty for many years.

Jingu placed the flowerpot on the table, sat down, and casually took off his sunglasses.

He was wearing a black trench coat, a white shirt, and sunglasses, and was holding a flowerpot in his hand.

"Ah, so what? It's not about shaking the balance of reincarnation or building a new ecosystem."

Kayama Inshun understood even more. What did he mean by "shortcomings"? Was it an apology?

The letter states that Benzaiten wishes to apologize to the shrine on behalf of Kūkai for his rudeness at the foot of Mount Taino, and therefore invites the shrine to visit Itsukushima Shrine so that you may fulfill your duty as a host.

"Isn't there anything convenient about it? You remember they shouldn't have even slain the Crimson Dragon yet..."

With a curious observation, I could see that the buds were opening rapidly, but what was blooming were not delicate flowers.

"There's nothing wrong with it, I just suddenly realized my own shortcomings."

"This little scoundrel from the Divine Palace hasn't been dealt with yet."

"Is there a problem? The area affected by that anomaly was so small, it's really troublesome to deal with."

"Léon: The Professional? Haven't you seen it?"

Jingu smiled. It must have been unexpected; that letter was definitely written voluntarily by Bensaiten.

Sure enough, the desire to perform gradually subsided and awakened.

Kazan Inshun managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.

It feels like the author deliberately revealed something terrifying, something that a working-class guy like you should be concerned about.