Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

"You don't know me, but I do know you. I never expected that a casual stroll would yield such a rewarding result."

The other person flipped the cards in their hand, casually put them into their pocket, and stepped off the counter.

"This is one of my properties. Would you be interested in coming to my office for a chat, Lord Jingu?"

They were practically pressed together, and the warm breath exhaled from their slightly parted lips made Jingu's heart feel inexplicably itchy. The other person also seemed to have a strong musky scent, which seemed to have an invigorating effect.

"Talk! Of course we can talk!"

No wonder Tamamo-no-Mae commented that Jingu would suffer a great loss when it came to women sooner or later. She was too confident and therefore always had no vigilance, making it too easy for her to trick Jingu.

Following the mysterious woman in front of him to the private elevator, Jingu was still surprised that a woman would run such a shopping mall; it was truly unimaginable.

Unlike the outside, there was an extra seventh floor inside the elevator. Before coming to Jingu, I had heard online that this restaurant had a hidden seventh floor, which was only for so-called tasteful enthusiasts.

It seems to be just the boss's private office now. As for whether there will be any special developments, Jingu doesn't dare to think about it. It's unlikely, but that's just the kind of place they run. Who knows?

Will he refuse in a moment? Or will he refuse again? Or will he refuse again?

It's not that he suddenly developed morals, nor that he became impotent; it's just that he can't just eat wild food that's offered up too readily. A man should have basic principles.

The elevator went up to the top floor, and after the doors opened, the entire seventh floor was the other party's office. The curtains inside were drawn in dark pink, and the light that filtered in had a slightly ambiguous and romantic feel to it.

The floor was covered with a thick carpet, making it hard not to suspect that this was a battlefield.

Unlike the dazzling array of goods downstairs, the decor on this floor is quite monotonous, except for...

A few mahogany chairs and a table were all there, but the room was empty except for a row of cabinets in the corner against the wall.

The woman leaned back in her chair, her feet propped up on the table. Her long dress looked no different from a short dress on her, always just covering the deeper parts of her body, subtly drawing the eye.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Bao Ji, from China. And you?"

Bao Ji stretched, revealing her exquisite curves. They were a bit small, but her legs were really long and shapely.

"Me?" Jingu was taken aback. Hadn't she just called out his name? But then Jingu understood what she meant.

"What a coincidence, I'm also from China."

"So it seems we've met an old friend in a foreign land?" Bao Ji pulled out a bottle of red wine and two glasses from under the table and licked her lips.

"have a drink?"

"No, I don't drink." Jingu politely declined her invitation.

"That bao..."

"Just call me Bao Ji, and I'll just call you Shen Gong, won't I?"

The woman poured herself a glass of wine, the liquid a glaring scarlet red, with a rather indescribable smell.

"Miss Bao Ji, did you call me here just to confirm if we come from the same place? If it's just such a trivial matter, I won't keep you company."

"Of course not, but does Shrine want to do something less boring with me?" Bao Ji put down her wine cup and leaned forward, her waist low, so that Shrine could see her shapely curves.

"Let's do something more interesting?"

Her words, almost a direct instruction, coupled with the breath that surrounded her ear, the musky scent that stimulated the mind, and the curve revealed beneath her loose robe, led Bao Ji's fingertips toward the shrine.

Perhaps because she had been drinking, her face was unusually rosy, and her breath was very warm, giving her a very astringent appearance.

Just as she was about to touch him, Jingu leaned back, avoiding her hand.

"Sorry, I personally don't like products that can't be guaranteed to be original imports, so let's just forget about it."

Jingu's words expressed obvious disdain. He thought that saying these words might make the other party turn hostile, but unexpectedly, Bao Ji simply withdrew her hand, and her expression became somewhat resentful.

"Sigh, is being too proactive causing misunderstandings?"

Whether it was genuine or feigned, this melancholy expression seemed like a true outpouring of emotion. If it were acting, it would probably be on par with the acting skills of the fox at home.

"I suppose it was fate. I suddenly felt like going downstairs for a walk, and the moment I saw you, I felt a flutter in my heart for no reason. It seems like love at first sight, which is why I took the initiative to ask you to sit down."

If a pure young girl had said these words, the shrine might have believed them to some extent, but unfortunately, the shrine naturally harbored a hint of doubt about Princess Bao's words.

"It's okay if you don't believe me, but we can at least be friends first, right?"

Bao Ji pushed two cards over; one was the VIP card the cashier had just intended to give to the shrine, and the other seemed to be something similar.

Bao Ji explained, "One is a VIP card that originally belonged to you, and the other is a VIP card for another property of mine. Although the drinks aren't as good as the Oeyama Cosplay Music Theme Bar that you visited a few days ago."

Halfway through her sentence, Bao Ji licked the corner of her mouth, the spot where her tongue had touched was moist and red, very tempting.

"But on the other hand, it will definitely satisfy you, Jingu..."

Chapter 56 Chance Encounter

Ahh~ What an enviable child, making me lose all composure.

As she watched Jingu enter the elevator, the moment the elevator doors closed, Bao Ji could no longer suppress her true nature. She leaned back in her seat, straightened her legs, and hurriedly kicked off her already wobbly shoes, stretching and twisting her toes.

An eerie blush rose to her face, and her clothes were already soaked with sweat, just like an animal cooling down. Bao Ji didn't know what she needed to expel, so she opened her mouth and breathed rapidly. Her nimble tongue, like a snake, was completely unable to retract, dripping liquid with a strange musky scent.

The moment Bao Ji saw the shrine, she knew that her body and soul were yearning for it, like a bone-devouring serpent wanting to devour it completely from head to toe.

Already driven by strong desires, she nearly lost control this time, but thankfully she remained rational and didn't do anything rash.

Just wait, you can't escape my grasp, my delicious little snack.

With a shudder, Bao Ji licked her fingers with lingering satisfaction, her narrow eyes filled with a sense of unfinished enjoyment.

This woman is quite interesting.

As he stepped out of M's, Jingu played with the VIP card that Hiyohime had given him.

Similar to Tamamo-no-Mae, but Tamamo-no-Mae's charm is internal, not superficial, but revealed through subtle details.

As for Bao Ji, she was like she was in a sauna from head to toe. She was covered in a lot of fabric, but also revealed a lot of skin, and was incredibly wet. It was as if the words "cannibalism" were written all over her legs.

The musk on Bao Ji's body seemed to come from her bodily fluids. As mentioned earlier, she was incredibly wet. Even though it wasn't summer yet, she was sweating profusely, and her clothes were sticking to her body.

More importantly, she was very patient. While she was clearly trying to eat people from beginning to end, she was also talking to the shrine in a friendly manner, without showing any impatience.

Moreover, the fact that she, a woman, owns two businesses in this field simultaneously is truly intriguing. Jingu glanced at the card.

The four gold characters "Sixth Day Club" are engraved on the gold foil pattern, and there is also a gold seal of a geisha next to it. But if you change the direction in the sunlight, the geisha wearing a twelve-layered kimono will open her kimono to you. The design is ingenious.

With just this card, Jingu knew what the other party meant by "another side": drinking, gambling, and whoring. This was something that Tamamo-no-Mae and Iizuna-maru deliberately avoided, but by chance, Jingu himself had found a way to get involved.

I could go and take a look later. Although I don't eat wild food, I can broaden my horizons. After all, most of the shops are run by monsters, which are naturally very different from shops run by humans.

However, we have to keep it a secret from those few spots inside the shrine, otherwise there will probably be quite a commotion.

Just as the shrine was about to pack up its things, a girl's silvery voice suddenly reached its ears.

"Ah, it's Lord Jingu. What are you doing in Akihabara?"

It's Moritaka Asuka! She's encountered a wild idol deity! Capture her quickly!

Last time, there was no shrine maiden, so she dressed up as her own shrine maiden. This time, the outfit truly has the feel of an industry idol.

It's flashy with a hint of aesthetics.

With her pretty little dress, sparkly accessories reminiscent of Shibuya, and her rather glamorous makeup, Asuka Moritaka truly embodies the image of an idol.

She probably called out instinctively when she saw the shrine. The girl only realized what she had done the moment the shrine turned its head away, and covered her face with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Don't look, don't look at me, I've mistaken you for someone else."

"What's there to be ashamed of? Isn't this your job?" Jingu put the card in his pocket. It seemed that the other person had just seen him and hadn't seen him coming out of the building behind him.

"Work is work, and life is life!" The girl blushed and added at the end.

"Lord Jingu, an unemployed bum, wouldn't understand this distinction!"

Indeed, Jingu couldn't understand this mentality at all. If the original girlishness of Moritaka Asuka was pleasing to the eye in Jingu's eyes, then the idol outfit made Jingu's mouth water.

I really want to turn this popular idol into a cream puff in the dressing room, make her eyes sparkle with hearts, and then make her go on stage naked to perform for her fans.

Ah, so the other person was a deceased former popular idol. Oh well, it's alright then.

It would be too perverse to press and play with the spirit of a man's deceased wife against the tombstone in front of him who comes to pay respects at his grave. The shrine maiden's tastes are quite mild; she only has a slight interest in role-playing.

Of course, the relationship between idols and fans doesn't have to be elevated to that of a wife and husband.

"Then what are you doing here? And dressed like this?" After ending her aimless daydreams, Jingu turned her attention back to the girl in front of her.

Having just come from that kind of place, seeing Moritaka Asuka in her idol outfit inevitably reminded me of the clothing on the sixth floor of M's, and then it inevitably led me to think about many other, more distant aspects.

"Um..." The girl poked her fingertip, seemingly a little shy.

"It's just...a divine activity...that's all."

The voice was so soft it was almost a mosquito's buzz, leaving the usually frank and thick-skinned Jingu somewhat bewildered. What was there to be ashamed of?

Could it be... that Jingu's overly strong associative abilities have led him to some unpleasant thoughts?

The other party is a deity born from the subtle reactions of many anime and idol enthusiasts under idol projects. In a sense, it is the so-called "goddess of otaku", and the source of faith is naturally the otaku community.

The so-called activities of the gods could not be...?

"It's Idol Activities!"

Seeing the increasingly strange expression on Jingu's face, the girl couldn't guess what he was thinking, but it certainly wasn't anything good.

"They're gods, why are they still acting like idols? Asuka, are you that obsessed with idols?"

Although the original meaning of "god" is also "idol," under the new definition in modern anime and manga, it naturally differs greatly from the original meaning.

"Hmm... yes and no. It's not me who's doing idol activities, it's my followers. I'm just guiding them as a god and a senior."

Asuka Moritaka said somewhat helplessly, "After all, my followers are either anime otaku or idol otaku. With their influence, I will never become a proper god in this lifetime."

"However, I happened to meet a few girls who wanted to revitalize their hometown. Under my evangelism, they decided to become famous idols to promote their hometown and save Saga."

"Since there is a god of Noh, I will strive to become a god of idols or a god of the entertainment industry!"

"Hi~"

Jingu gasped. Why did this plot seem so familiar?

To save his hometown, he becomes the king of the entertainment industry with the help of the god of idols?

Can we add him? He's a professional producer with extensive experience as an idol master. He's highly skilled and especially adept at having romantic relationships with the artists under his management.