Great Kami?
Well, it seemed this girl had bought into his earlier spiel. Muxiao was quite pleased to have gained such an impressive follower, even if this follower was blasphemously lusting after her supposed deity.
But it was all due to the aphrodisiac's effect, so he could understand.
"Looks like I have no choice but to go through with it," Muxiao shrugged, eyeing the girl who, after a brief calm, resumed rubbing against him. After a moment's thought, his nimble tentacles wrapped around the sultry black-haired girl.
From her thighs to her slender waist, up to her proudly curved chest, he bound her thoroughly, curbing her frenzied clinging. Then, he dangled a tentacle before her face, chuckling softly.
"See it clearly? Feel it?" Muxiao tilted his head. "I'm not exactly human…"
"It's fine…"
I don't mind.
More accurately, she didn't have the luxury to mind.
Instead, Haruka Haruno, still writhing in fiery heat, twisted her lithe waist like a seductive serpent. Her astonishing flexibility—coupled with the tentacles' restraint—brought her body a hint of satisfaction.
The flames within her found some release…
But it wasn't enough!
It couldn't quench her body's burning desire. Haruka gazed at the mysterious figure with complex eyes, biting her lip. "Great Kami, of course… you're not human, so…"
Glancing at the tentacles binding her, she left teeth marks on her lush, vibrant lips. "I don't mind. Please… come, I can't take it anymore…"
She really thinks I'm a kami?
Doesn't she know that with my appearance, I'd be an evil god?
Well, given the Himegami Society's current vibe, an evil god seemed fitting. Evil god, evil cult—perfect match.
Since the girl had issued such a sincere invitation, refusing would be rude. Muxiao's expression turned serious. "The plan's gone off track, but no matter… Since you've offered your faith—"
He closed his eyes, and his tentacles slipped in.
The bound girl trembled, her eyes snapping open. Not from pain—though it was her first time, she felt none. Instead, she was overwhelmed with boundless satisfaction.
"Mmph—"
That moment of fulfillment and bliss turned her eyes heart-shaped.
This feeling…
The noisy room finally fell silent. As everything settled, the black-haired girl leaned against the sofa, dazed. Sweat-soaked hair clung to her cheeks, her fair, delicate face flushed, radiating allure.
Her bright eyes were slightly unfocused, brimming with lingering passion, as if she hadn't yet emerged from the indescribable sensation. Understandable—it was her first time.
"Awake?" Seeing her clear eyes regain focus, Muxiao stood nearby, speaking calmly. "Looks like the drug's effects are gone."
Retracting his tentacles, he donned his cloak, appearing almost human. Haruka stared at the boy—this outwardly normal yet mysterious, terrifying being who had taken her virginity.
Her flushed face paled. Her body… Glancing at her provocative figure, full of feminine allure, she realized she'd become a woman.
She didn't hate the mysterious being who took her purity. After all, he'd saved her, helped her. And… the memory of her pleading for him to "come in" replayed vividly, circling her mind.
Thinking of it, Haruka couldn't suppress her shy embarrassment. I was practically begging like a shameless woman. So shameful.
So she couldn't blame him.
But thinking of her brother, Ayato, whom she'd always liked, her heart dimmed.
Then again… Ayato-kun's scrawny frame probably can't compare to him. The scale of what she'd just experienced… Wait, what am I thinking? Haruka covered her face.
Why are my thoughts so lewd now?
It was as if a strange switch had been flipped. After an unforgettable, profound sexual experience, her mind harbored shameful ideas she couldn't admit.
Muxiao had no idea that the girl he saved, whom he intended to recruit as a follower, was a latent pervert whose switch he'd flipped.
Looking down at the captivating girl, he asked, "What's your name?"
"…Haruka Haruno," she replied, her voice dripping with allure, startling herself. She quickly composed herself, pushing aside her wild thoughts, and met his crimson eyes, her heart trembling inexplicably.
Suppressing her body's reactions, she lowered her head, recalling his talk of faith. "Great Kami… what you said about faith…"
Are there really gods in this world?
But having seen his inhuman tentacles, Haruka no longer doubted, only marveling at the world's hidden secrets.
"I meant for you to become my follower, but… I ended up taking your purity," Muxiao said, a touch helpless. "If you're upset, we can call off the deal."
His words made Haruka feel like he was a hit-and-run playboy.
"N-No, I'm not upset," she said hurriedly, looking up to explain, then shyly lowering her head. "The faith you mentioned… I'm willing to believe in you, Kami-sama."
"You don't doubt my identity? Don't care about your purity?" Muxiao tilted his head.
"…You're a good person, Kami-sama. It couldn't be helped," Haruka said, mustering courage to meet his gaze boldly. "Besides, in ancient times, mikos offered their pure bodies to serve the kami."
She stammered, "So… if you're willing, I-I could be your miko… It's a promise, and I won't go back on it."
Miko… You want to keep doing that with me?!
Muxiao's expression faltered, stunned. Though they'd just met, they'd been intimate, and he didn't want other men touching her.
Yeah, I'm pretty possessive.
And maybe her words didn't mean what he thought. Muxiao nodded.
"A miko, huh… Sounds good."