Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

Everyone knows your hobbies as a fussy person; the more you don't want something, the more you crave special treatment.

The more intense the resistance, the more likely it is to be targeted; patience and acceptance are the best choices.

Seeing that he couldn't find any amusement in Kuga Hikari, Jingu stopped teasing her, pinched the best spots on her skin a couple of times, and then withdrew his hand.

"I'm here to ask you something important. That gun thing, is it sorted out yet?"

Upon hearing Jingu's mention, Kuga Hikaru immediately thought of the report he had casually tossed into the trash can earlier.

I can just pick up the report from the trash can and show it to him. That should be fine, right?

After much hesitation, although he felt that Jingu wasn't the type to care about such details, Kuga Hikaru chose not to take it in order to avoid being nitpicked and given an excuse to get beaten up.

"As you commanded, that 'Divine Shot Cult' has been completely wiped out by Tokyo's security forces!"

I think I remembered the name wrong, it was called... the Spear Worship Cult? Oh well, I don't remember it anyway.

"Ah."

As expected, the shrine maiden simply nodded and did not pursue the matter further, since it was merely a casual arrangement.

He came to see Kuga Hikaru not for this kind of thing, but to have some fun.

"Hmm hmm hmm hmm~"

Jingu smiled maliciously, and Kuga Mitsuki sensed danger from that laughter.

"what are you up to?"

She instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. Or rather, from the very beginning, she had no chance of escaping the clutches of the Divine Palace.

"Come here right now!"

The other servants in the mansion had long since reached a tacit understanding to avoid approaching this reception room.

Meanwhile, the Superintendent General of Police, who had previously left the Kuga family home, was issuing his new orders.

"Send all the followers of the Gun Cult, the organizers of the gatherings, and so on, straight to prison."

Sending someone directly to prison without trial is clearly against standard procedure, but no one questions the decision.

Managing the beginning and end well so as not to cause trouble for those above you is essential for a subordinate who wants to advance in their career.

"Hmph, you thugs, I don't know where you got so many guns from."

He glanced one last time at the arrested cult members and snorted in dissatisfaction.

The man being glared at also grinned, revealing a few gold teeth.

Chapter 271 Shooting Case on CM

Why am I here?

Kuga Hikaru thought he was only meant to satisfy Jingu's physical desires, but did he end up having to satisfy other desires of his as well?

Carrying a handbag and wearing a uniform, Kuga Hikari followed behind Jingu like a maid.

icMarket, or CM for short, is the largest doujinshi convention in Taiwan. It is held twice a year at Tokyo Big Sight and is a carnival for ACG enthusiasts.

Of course, Kuga Hikari didn't think there was anything wrong with otaku culture; she just didn't like being here as an appendage and follower of the shrine.

Bound by the opinions of others, like a subservient object, Kuga Hikaru did not like being seen that way.

Humanity's true value can only be fully revealed when it is free.

That's what she thinks.

But there's nothing we can do about it. Even now, as a servant following behind the shrine, carrying things, we have no choice but to do as he's told.

"Jingu, shouldn't you hate crowded and noisy places? These things can be done with just a simple order."

Having probably been thoroughly disciplined last night, Kuga Hikaru was too lazy to put on a respectful act today.

It's understandable to harbor some resentment towards someone who took away something precious from a young girl, right? After all, he was a reckless guy who didn't respect the girl's wishes.

"Ah, just as you said, if I wanted to, I could just say a few words and arrange for a lot of people to come here and scramble to buy things."

Jingu shrugged, bought a magazine from the stall in front of him, and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"However, there are some things that only have meaning when done by oneself, just like having a cleanliness obsession with women."

"With just one word, someone can wash your woman clean, wrap her in silk, and send her to your bed, but people with obsessive-compulsive disorder would find that disgusting and lose interest."

He spoke with an unchanging expression, saying some rather perverse things, but the meaning was conveyed accurately.

"Is this what they call possessiveness? Men are such strange creatures."

"That's not surprising. It's like wanting to eat a candy but having someone else touch it. It's just a common case of germaphobia."

He stuffed the notebook in his hand into the bag in Kuga Hikari's hand, and then Jingu casually pinched her cheek.

Even a homebody probably couldn't accept his treasured notebook being found by a friend and having white marks left on it, right?

That's not what I meant.

With a pout of dissatisfaction, Kuga tried to pry Jingu's fingers away, and casually glanced at the contents of the handbag.

"It's really strange to regard the characters in these comic books, including the mediums they represent, as much as women."

"Those ordinary otaku are one thing, but for you, Jingu, women are like willows that you can summon at will. Even if they aren't us, there are quite a few beautiful girls in this venue, aren't there?"

Kuga Hikaru glanced around and saw that there were many beautiful girls cosplaying in the venue.

And among them, if the shrine wanted to, there would probably be no one who could refuse or resist him.

Therefore, the common hierarchy of contempt

This has led to a situation where people who can afford to cosplay celebrities are not interested in ordinary models, and people who can afford to cosplay models are not interested in these amateur cosplay enthusiasts.

Those who can easily manipulate and enjoy the bodies of these young girls through their charm will naturally not be interested in virtual characters that only exist on paper.

After all, Jingu isn't a true otaku; he simply enjoys the works, rather than becoming a fan and being exploited by them.

"No, that's just common prejudice."

Jingu shook his head.

"The idea that people who are used to eating delicacies can't enjoy street food is a false proposition. They would give up something inferior just because there is something better."

"The reality is often..."

He grabbed Kuga Hikari's waist and forced her to press against his body. Her figure, which was even more explosive than the little shrine maiden's and second only to Tamamo-no-Mae's, was pressed against the shrine maiden's body.

"I want them all."

Kuga Hikari's slightly fleshy waist wasn't as smooth and slender as other girls', but it had a unique feel when pinched.

Moreover, this is also a very sensitive spot for Kuga Hikaru, like a tickle, where a light pinch will elicit a different reaction.

"I'd play around with a princess from a prestigious family like you, and I'd also train an idol star for myself. Of course, I can look at these kinds of doujinshi. As for cosplayers..."

Because of the physical intimacy, coupled with being forced by the shrine, Kuga Hikaru's face turned slightly red.

"For something like cosplay, all I need to do is buy the clothes for you guys. Why should I bother looking for people whose conditions aren't as good as yours?"

He bit Hikari's cheek, leaving a clear tooth mark on her delicate skin.

"Alas!"

With a somewhat disgusted expression, Kuga Hikari wiped her face roughly with her sleeve. She had nothing more to say to Jingu.

If you ask her to cosplay something in bed, she will definitely do her best to refuse and will absolutely not satisfy this strange fetish!

Despite this, Jingu still has a great interest in those cosplayers.

Those who merely sell sex appeal are unlikely to attract his attention, but those who have put in real effort and meticulously crafted props are quite interesting.

The venue was very large, and Jingu didn't intend to visit every single stall. He just wandered around casually and bought some works that interested him.

After all, so-called anime conventions are offline events with a certain degree of interpersonal interaction, and they are not places where otaku can fit in.

"boom!"

Even in the noisy stadium, the gunshot was enough to shatter the silence.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of the gunshot, until a piercing scream pierced the ceiling and the person lying in a pool of blood appeared, and then they realized what had happened.

The crowd immediately descended into chaos, scattering in all directions and shouting for security.

"It's a gun!"

"Dead!"

There are always many military enthusiasts at comic conventions, so even if someone is swaggering around carrying a pistol, as long as they add some fancy decorations, they might be brought in as a gun model.

This small oversight in security has led to the current situation.

After all, how could an ordinary otaku possibly have the ability to get their hands on real firearms?

Through the noisy and chaotic crowd, Jingu saw the whole picture of the incident.

A man lying in a pool of blood, a thin man holding a gun, and a scantily clad cosplayer standing on top of the pool of blood, screaming.

The three people formed a picture, and judging from the expressions on the faces of the other two, the reason can probably be guessed.

Chapter 272 Shooting

"no, do not want..."

For ordinary people, what is happening is still too stimulating, especially when the dark muzzle of a gun is pointed directly at them.

Cold sweat dripped down her forehead, and the girl's pretty face was pale, a paleness that even a thick layer of foundation couldn't conceal.

"Chun-jun... what... what are you doing?!"

She wanted to reach out and check on the fallen man, but because she was being held at gunpoint, she didn't dare to move an inch and could only try to persuade him.

"Hehehe..."

"That's what I really want to ask, Xiaohui, what are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be doing a proper cosplay event? Didn't you say you'd cut off all contact with him? Why?!"

The thin man shouted hoarsely, his face filled with pain and tears, despite being the one who had fired the shot.

"I..."