I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"Obtaining the divine status of Takamagahara means that you have to work for me."

"Of course I know that. Zweig said in 'Marie Antoinette': 'Every gift that fate bestows has a price tag on it.' The divine status of Takamagahara is like an office job at a big company. Big companies, after all, are all about squeezing every last drop of value from their employees. I never expected you wouldn't exploit me. Rather than believing you, Omikami, are a great benefactor, I'd rather believe there are lions that only eat vegetable salads. Of course, you've watched me grow up since I was a child, so you should know I need relatively free time and space. Considering I've been your toy for over a decade, please give me a relatively easy job. Taking care of horses, sending and receiving mail, or even serving your daily needs if necessary. But if you really want me to do housework, please let Lady Toyosuke know in advance, lest she mistakenly think I've stolen her job..."

Amaterasu listened quietly to his nonsense.

From a young age, he was a simple and cheerful child.

If he were to guard the passage between the two worlds, he'd probably be so bored that he'd be making a racket all day long. Maybe when the Kingdom of the Underworld attacks Takamagahara, he'd piss on those ghost soldiers and then run away while the Divine Court is in chaos. That would be quite irresponsible.

After rattling off a whole bunch of things, Fujiwara Izaya picked up the teacup on the table, moistened his throat, and asked, "By the way, what do you plan to have me do in the future?"

Amaterasu gently tapped her pipe: "Guarding the passage between the two worlds."

"puff--"

Amaterasu raised her hand.

The space shifted instantly, and Fujiwara Izaya sprayed himself in the face.

"No, I absolutely won't agree to that!" He wiped the tea off his face with one hand, pointed at Amaterasu's nose with the other, and cursed without any politeness, "If you dare to make me do such a boring job, I dare to become a traitor and lead the way to the Kingdom of the Dead. Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you've lived a long time..."

He's the only one in the whole world who dares to curse an old woman like that.

Even his father had to be polite to Omikami on the surface. Only he dared to take advantage of his young age, act like an angry child, point his finger at Omikami and curse her as an old woman, and still survive unscathed.

When Amaterasu smiled, her lips trembled gently around her white teeth like ripples.

“Stop for a moment,” she said.

Fujiwara Izaya immediately shut up.

“This is your father’s position,” Amaterasu said.

Fujiwara Izaya remained silent, as if he were lost in thought.

“…Hey, you should know that there was a deal between your father and me.” Amaterasu held his pipe horizontally and tapped it on the table idly. “Now your father has unilaterally broken the deal and sold you to me. Do you know what that means?”

Fujiwara Izaya placed his hand on his ear, indicating that he was all ears.

"That means you're mine until he remembers you as his son," Amaterasu declared condescendingly.

Maybe he wants you to be his daughter-in-law... Fujiwara Rin also optimistically defended his old father. Seeing Amaterasu's expression that said he would kill him if he said anything more, he put on the scared expression he had when he was a child and said weakly, "But I am timid, I am afraid of ghosts, and I dare not face the Land of the Dead."

"..."

Amaterasu wanted to kill Fujiwara Izaya right now.

Looking at his face, their eyes met, and she could only adopt the gentle demeanor of an elder: "Don't worry, I'm standing behind you."

"No."

"You are not allowed to say no."

"I just don't want to."

"Believe it or not, I'll get you up there right now!"

"..."

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it any longer, Fujiwara Izaya steeled his heart, looked her straight in the eyes, and said, "I can agree to your request, but I have one condition."

"What?" Amaterasu laughed heartily.

I want to hug you!

"Ok?"

"Original body?"

"presumptuous--"

Seeing that Omikami was really angry, Fujiwara Izaya directly adopted a rogue-like attitude.

"Take me up now. With my current strength, I won't survive a day in the interdimensional passage anyway." He said casually, his eyes brimming with fearless enthusiasm. Looking into those eyes, Amaterasu seemed to hear the rushing sound of water like arrows in a dark ditch.

"My father will definitely come back after I die..."

"Now you don't have to bother me anymore."

"I just don't know if my father will help you guard the passage between the two worlds after he returns, or if he will seek justice for his son..."

As they were talking, Fujiwara Izaya stood up and gently pulled open the screen on the terrace.

Inside the grand hall, guests mingled and drank, while the music from the brightly lit stage could be heard clearly. The girls on stage moved to the music, stopping when it stopped. Each time it ceased, Fujiwara Izaya could hear his own heart pounding.

Hey.

Threatening the Great God is so satisfying!

Embracing the true form of the Great Goddess—only this is the highest reward, a unique reward. Think about it carefully; he's always been passive since childhood. Now that he has a chance to take the initiative, how could he miss it? His only regret is that he wished he could be as powerful as his father, directly using his own strength to rebel against her… These wild thoughts swirled in his mind, and the lust that wouldn't allow Amaterasu to escape lurked within the boy, churning endlessly in the darkness of his heart like water on a shore.

Amaterasu looked at his back, her eyes gleaming.

This boy, raised with pride and virtues since childhood, has been putting on a fake, childish act in front of her all these years. Is he finally done pretending now? Recalling his incessant chatter just now, his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips—where is the cuteness he had as a child… But he's not so bad now; at least he dares to be disrespectful to her avatar, and he dares to be defiant and glare at her true form.

After a moment, Amaterasu stood up cheerfully and said softly, "Come and hug me. But you should know that in my heart you are nothing more than a reed stick, a pillow, or a piece of beef hanging in a butcher shop."

“I don’t mind.” Fujiwara Izaya turned around and pounced on her.

This supreme woman, her body that had never been touched before, he finally had a chance to take advantage of her... His dream of more than ten years!

Amaterasu's body trembled.

The moment her waist was grabbed, her toes left the ground, and her body was pulled over.

“Change your clothes,” Fujiwara Izaya said with a passionate look in his eyes. He pulled her to a dark corner and pressed her against the wall in a pinning position. “It looks strange wearing a men’s kimono. Please change your clothes according to what I have in mind.”

Amaterasu remained silent for a moment.

The boy's body and eyes were filled with a wild, beast-like majesty.

Amaterasu Omikami, who had watched him grow up since childhood, felt for the first time that he was already an adult... She thought to herself that if she didn't consider him a junior, she would have punished him for disrespect. Her men's kimono was transformed into a Chinese-style high-slit, low-cut cheongsam.

Her long, glossy black hair cascaded down to her ankles, and her fair face was flushed with a blush that was definitely not shyness.

The silk, soft to the touch, draped over a tall, graceful figure. Its pure white base was adorned with regal dragon motifs. The bodice was trimmed with gold, and the slits, the opening at the chest, and the high heels subtly visible beneath the trailing hem were all made of pure gold. Only the delicate jade earrings adorning her earlobes hinted at a touch of green.

“Perfect!” Fujiwara Izaya gently stroked that perfect and holy face with his fingers.

Slightly long sideburns, supple cheeks, and pure, sensual lips that have never been kissed... The word "unparalleled" is only fitting for her.

"Is it just about holding her?" Amaterasu's expression showed no displeasure.

"Can Omikami dance?"

"I can't dance in that pose."

"I'll teach you."

"Please."

"By the way, could you please change your environment?"

The Great God twisted his wrist.

The classically elegant Japanese-style room was instantly transformed into a lively Western-style banquet.

The sounds of soft dance music, hurried footsteps, and the clinking of plates filled the air... Guests occasionally burst into laughter, interspersed with the faint ringing of telephones, like sounds heard in water.

“Alright, now follow my movements.” Fujiwara Izaya tightened his grip on her slender waist with one hand and placed the other behind her back, locking her in his arms. “A mighty god can’t even dance the tango? I can laugh at you for a thousand years.”

Amaterasu paused slightly, then rolled her eyes at him, clearly annoyed.

"Oh, I almost forgot, this is inconvenient."

The voice just fell.

The slit in the cheongsam was torn open with a gentle stroke of Fujiwara Izaya's fingertip, revealing her beautiful, long, white legs underneath.

Amaterasu tacitly approved of his little tricks.

After a while.

"Hey, where are you putting your hands!"

"Your back."

"Isn't that a butt?"

"Feels nice... Uh, don't touch me, don't touch me, Omikami-sama, you could kill me with a single slap right now. Let me tell you, when dancing the tango, the man's hand is in this position, please bear with it..."

"I kill you!"

"Ha ha……"

Fujiwara Izaya let go of her hand, fled the room, and left behind a trail of laughter.

Tonight was worth it!

Chapter 172. Chairman Kasahara is truly unparalleled in the world!

Sorry.

I couldn't think straight just now.

Now that he's come to his senses, Fujiwara Izaya can't help but ask himself a question.

Is desire a physiological hormone or a psychological need? If it's a combination of both, then are there aliens in the vast universe? He felt he shouldn't continue like this; he needed to start trying, to quit pornography... Amaterasu's butt is so damn bouncy!

The sliding door opened.

Yukino Riho, who had been anxiously waiting in the corridor for a long time, grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's arm and asked, "Are you alright?"

This almost overwhelming anxiety made Fujiwara Izaya feel quite happy.

A second later, he forgot how wonderful Amaterasu's buttocks felt. It wasn't that Amaterasu was bad, but compared to the completely asexual Omikami, no matter how perfect she was, she couldn't compare to the allure of Yukino Riho's furrowed brows.

The only reason they had designs on Amaterasu's true form was because of her identity.

He also dislikes Omikami.

Now that he's not only hugged the true form of the Great Goddess, but also pinched her butt, he'll have absolutely no feelings for her anymore... Thinking about these things, Fujiwara Izaya slightly shifted his arms away.

Yukino Riho immediately reached out and took his arm, bringing her lips close to his ear to ask, "The lady didn't punish you, did she?"

"You mentally tormented me for a while," Fujiwara Izaya chuckled as he walked out with her.