Manabe's shared desire (1~3.9)

(Chapter 1) The Ideal Dripped with Blood "Even if the blade is stained with blood... if ahead lies a new era where humans and demons coexist, where everyone can live in peace... I live only for this purpose." "In that case, let me swear! I swear to be forever loyal to you, to be my lord's shield, my lord's sword, and I will defeat all enemies who
stand in my way." ********** ... The burning grease lamp flickered, its red flame swaying even without wind. A hanging scroll on the wall bore only simple characters, their inscription barely perceptible in the ambiance. Books littered the floor; from the side, some were old, yellowed scriptures, others beautifully written scrolls, seemingly divided into two piles, though the basis for this classification remained unclear. A closer look revealed two long, intertwined shadows cast upon the brand-new tatami mat. One shadow swayed violently, its upper body protruding into two arches, elongating into a slightly cone-shaped form, with two apexes sprouting from the top. The swaying was even more astonishing. Even more strangely, these two arches, though merely black shadows, created an unparalleled attraction as they swayed back and forth, stimulating the most primal desires. "Ah...ahhhhh...the penis...kissing my uterus...ah...mmm...this feeling..." The room was dark, but the smell was very strong. A slightly rusty smell...making one's nostrils tremble involuntarily. "Blood," the word naturally came to mind, that is, "the smell of blood," "the stench of blood."
However, this was different from what most people understood. The smell was quite heavy and had an unusual stickiness. If it were a soldier who had spent years on the battlefield, he would probably be able to tell the difference! Only after blood accumulated continuously, dried, and then covered with another layer of crimson blood, layer upon layer, did this kind of pressure, which made the room even darker, be created. "Master...yes...yes...nipples...suck harder...harder...ahhhhhh...
chest...breasts...my whole body is so hot, so hot..." Although the room was barely illuminated by a lamp, which made the entire space seem even more blurry, some things could not be erased. For example, the chair in the center of the room. For example, the two figures sitting in the chair. If you look closely, the chair has many mechanisms. Whether it's the many gems inlaid in the backrest, the special wood that makes up the four legs, the many talismans pasted on the cushions, or even the incantations engraved on the back of the seat, none of these were added temporarily, but were part of the original design. If you really want to describe that chair...
it's like a clever seal. To suppress the chaotic, seemingly overflowing power within the person sitting in the chair. Or perhaps...? "The... the penis is inside... so good... ee... ah... ah... Master... is it comfortable there?" Shinna-kyo's Sakura? The fourth great priestess, and also from a prestigious family? The Tsukiyano family, although she has a naturally naive personality, she can play pure, unadulterated sounds, like a beautiful girl who has stepped out of a painting? Tsukiyano Tomoe.
As a Kagura shrine maiden, her singing voice has always been deeply captivating. On the other hand, the healing aura emanating from her body elevates Kagura to a sacred realm. However… now her legs are spread wide apart, her skirt and trousers mostly pulled down, leaving only a section barely hanging on her left calf. Even in the dim light of the room, the slender beauty of her legs is undiminished. Because her legs are rarely exposed, there are no scars on them. Now, under the dim light, they have an even more dazzling beauty. If she moves even slightly more vigorously, her skirt and trousers will probably fall down, right? Tomoe is straddling a chair—or rather, the chair is already occupied by a man, so Tomoe is straddling his lap. Her legs are tightly wrapped around the man's waist, and her hands are tightly holding onto his head.
The penis was deeply inserted into the shrine maiden's body, and her vaginal fluids flowed out, wetting Tomoe's thighs and slowly trickling down her calves, finally dripping onto the tatami mat, forming a small puddle. The shrine maiden's cherry blossom-colored lips appeared even more vibrant and luscious, but her throat, which should have been singing beautiful songs, now leaked out lewd sounds, rising from the depths of her body with intense pleasure, forming fragmented words. The foreign object buried inside her body directly pressed against her tender vaginal canal, sending waves of electricity straight to her brain, causing Tomoe to unconsciously stick out her tongue, which was covered with saliva, which gathered drop by drop, slowly rolling from the tip of her tongue onto the man's hair. "Ah...ah...ahhh...it's reached...it's reached the deepest part...Master...Master's...penis...is inserted into Ba...more...Master, give me more..." This is also part of the seal. In order to suppress the negative effects to the minimum, the seal must be applied after each time the master completes a mission. Ba takes the part of the master's power that has been corrupted by darkness, and guides it into her own body through the connection between her vagina and the penis, purifying and absorbing it, thereby allowing the master to return to his proper state. In any case, Ba wants to keep the master's body as pure as possible—everything is for the future. Ba has made a considerable degree of preparation. As long as the master needs it, no matter how many times, Ba is willing to offer her body. She is extremely addicted to this feeling of being one with the master. Only when she is embraced by the master can she shed her identity as the Grand Priestess of the Saigu and do as she pleases. Compared to burying herself in Kagura all day long, she prefers to serve the master like this. A tingling sensation spread from her lower body, and a surge of power flowed into her. Amidst the waves of pleasure, Tomoe had to maintain her composure, purifying the power and making it a part of her Kagura—the more power she absorbed from her master, the stronger her bond with him would become. Although the other high priestesses of the Saigu Palace knew that Tomoe's Kagura had undergone significant changes after acknowledging her master, no one would have imagined that she was using this method to enhance her own strength! "Ahhh...ah...ah...huff...um...so...so comfortable...master...Tomoe's master..." Tomoe's voice was already exceptionally beautiful, and now she let go of all restraint, enjoying every moment of her union with her master. Her breathy moans, enough to make anyone blush and instantly crush reason, continuously escaped the priestess's throat. Tomoe twisted her body, wanting the penis deeply buried inside her vagina to touch her most sensitive spots. Each intimate encounter brought forth moans of pleasure, and saliva, which she couldn't swallow, trickled down her lips in thin, clear strands. Besides her master, there was definitely no one else in this room. Even so, the fact that some of her most private parts were exposed to the air still made Ba feel embarrassed, and her entire face turned completely red. However, the thought of her master looking at her skin, and staring at her intently, made Ba put these embarrassing feelings to the back of her mind. She presented her most beautiful side to her master, her movements a little clumsy, but her heart was pure, and she tried her best to please him. Her vagina tightly gripped his penis, and the suction of her vaginal walls changed with the intensity of the shrine maiden's breathing. The fluid that filled the narrow space was not only warm but also had just the right viscosity, like glue, sticking his penis tightly inside. Ba's eyes never left her master. She tenderly stroked her master's hair, then buried her head in her breasts, the flesh squeezing and deforming, yet there was no pain. Instead, waves of pleasure almost shattered her reason, like a tidal wave assaulting her brain. "Ba... Ba..." "Yes, Master... Ah... Ba is here!" Hearing the intermittent sounds coming from her cleavage, Ba forced herself to suppress the endless pleasure, bracing herself to look down at her beloved master. At the same time, although the movements of her waist slowed, they did not stop. The penis moved in and out of her vagina, the slapping of her pubic bone and buttocks creating a rhythm, accompanied by the sounds of her vaginal fluids. Ba's eyes were hazy with lust, her consciousness barely maintained. Her eyes reflected her master's image, and looking at her beloved, a thin layer of mist appeared on her face, her dark eyelashes even seeming to shimmer slightly. Although there wasn't a drop of blood on her master, the entire room reeked of blood. Even so, Tomoe felt no fear. Instead, she spread her legs wider to allow the penis to thrust into her, feeling the glans tremble with each stroke. This pleasure, which could make the shrine maiden lose her senses at any moment, was so intense that she almost rolled her eyes back. However, because she was wrapped in her master's arms, Tomoe felt a sense of fulfillment, which allowed her to keep her mind functioning and prevent her from losing herself in the throes of passion. Therefore, upon hearing her master's voice, Ba immediately responded, straining her ears, afraid of missing a single word. However, since forming a contract with her master, Ba had never heard her master's spirited voice again; it was always the heavy, oppressive voice she heard now, as if burdened by heavy shackles. "The next mission... the black envelope... has it arrived?" "Yes... yes... ah... ugh... umm... master... just... just finished the mission... that's all..." Hearing her master's question, Ba felt a deep pang of heartache. It was precisely because she didn't want to be asked this that she had tried to make her master smile through her service. However, she had ultimately failed... her master's heart had never changed. 'Since I've failed, even if I can't see my master smile, at least... at least I should witness my master's comfortable expression, and use my body to let her temporarily forget her pain!' Thinking this, Bai's movements became even more intense than before, his legs gripping his master's waist even tighter, as if trying to swallow his entire penis, making the chair creak loudly. "Slap! Slap! Slap!" The penis suddenly felt a suction force several times stronger, causing Hugh to involuntarily let out a muffled groan. "Ugh... Bai... why suddenly..." "Master... Master... does Bai's grip feel good? Ugh... uh... ah... ah... please... please don't worry, Master... ah... Bai... ah... will... take care of everything for... Master..."
"That's true... With Ba by my side, I really feel at ease." "Master... Master!?" Hugh's words sent Ba to a small climax. Her eyes widened, her tongue seemed to be chasing something, and her whole body trembled with excitement. Isn't this what service is all about? Suddenly, Ba realized that she was being held tightly by Hugh. Her breasts were even hotter than before, and her mammary glands hurriedly secreted milk to supply the one who was suckling. Her vagina was stretched open by the penis, and the walls of her vagina were at their most sensitive at this moment. Her vaginal fluids gushed out uncontrollably, soaking the glans that was hitting the climax repeatedly. "Ah... Ah... Ah... The bottom... It's all the way in... Hmm... Hmm... Master's... penis... Ah... I can feel it so clearly... It's harder than before... Ah... Ah..." Each of Ba's breaths reflected a thin white mist in the dim candlelight. Her body was covered in sweat, as if all her strength was flowing into Hugh's mouth along with the milk. After finally catching up with the rhythm, the shrine maiden looked down at the man she had sworn allegiance to, who was suckling her nipple, and a blissful smile appeared on her face. "Ba...can you stay with me until the end?" "Master...Master...ahhh...umm...no...no matter what...ahhh...whenever...Ba...Ba will follow Master..." "Even if...my hands are stained with blood?" "I will follow Master...forever..." 'Please, Master, you must live well...absolutely!' Ba told herself this again and again, as if hypnotizing herself, then, following the rhythm of the penis's thrusts, her breasts bounced against her master's face, and she swayed her hips. ********** ... And then there's that song that haunts my dreams… If it could be played with a Kagura bell, what a soul-stirring Kagura it would become! —After putting away the instrument, my body finally calmed down. The pain in my breasts, a side effect of playing Kagura, gradually subsided. My nipples stopped secreting breast milk, and the fragrance of my body slowly dissipated… In its place, a pungent, nauseating stench filled my nostrils, and all I could see was a sea of blood. Even on a battlefield where tens of thousands slaughtered each other, had such a monotonous color ever been seen? —On that day, the two shrine maidens, Tsukino Tomoe and Tsukino Yayoi, from the prestigious Tsukino family of the Shinto cult, trembled as they looked at the deep red valley not far away after playing Kagura. Just like when they first encountered the instrument, a certain restless feeling welled up from the depths of their bodies. —No, they were watching the person in the valley… watching him, his body stained crimson with blood mist, his figure flickering like light amidst a sea of cherry blossoms, singing a song that, though not loud, reached the priestess's ears. —It was a song of farewell. Ba vaguely heard the tears conveyed in the song, so vivid it seemed she could see them with her own eyes, but she knew perfectly well that the singer could not shed a single tear. —To make Hugh? Elsad her master, Ba firmly believed she had done the right thing. To make it seem more respectable, she had even sent several people to their deaths. However, witnessing it firsthand, the sacrifice was far too heavy for her master… especially since it was a wish Ba had imposed upon him.
—Even if it meant giving her own life, she would protect her master, Ba resolved… so that her master could smile again. —As for the future, I can only entrust it to Yayoi… If it's my sister… Tomoe took several deep breaths, her already full breasts rising and falling with them. Although the air was filled with the smell of blood, she didn't care, trying to calm herself down. 'If it's now, I can probably take advantage of the situation! Once my master loses all support, this void… I will fill it! I will be able to serve my master to my heart's content! Just thinking about this made Tomoe's heart race, and her breasts throbbed with a sweet pain again. The anticipation of service almost overflowed from her nipples, longing for her master to lick her breasts. 'No, no, no! I have to calm myself down… I must act like a shrine maiden!' Tomoe bit her lip, desperately suppressing the urge to take a step forward at any moment. She muttered incantations, seemingly trying to temporarily stop her mammary glands from producing milk—however, while crossing her arms to cup her breasts reduced the burden on her body, it only made her breasts appear more prominent. Standing beside Tomoe, Yayoi looked around in bewilderment at the crimson valley and her sister's flushed face from endurance—they had finally escaped the forest, and their master was in the valley, so why was her sister standing still? Her sister had stopped the Kagura dance, so why was she emitting a fragrance again?
She stood there for an unknown amount of time… until the wind returned to the valley, Tomoe, her breasts brimming with milk once more, walked into the valley with Yayoi—her shrine maiden robes stretched high on her chest, clinging completely to her breasts, and even amidst the blood mist, the scent of her milk was still quite distinct. That unique curve of her breasts was impossible to depict completely, even with a ruler stroke by stroke—it seemed that while Tomoe's emotions had calmed, her breasts were still obediently displaying the shrine maiden's state of mind! Hugh didn't remember what he had done, only the intense, distorted impulse that instantly filled his brain. 'Kill those before you!' 'If you can't escape, why not try to revel in it?' 'Devour everyone's fate, and live on!' —Shut up!!! 'No, the one who should face reality is yourself.' 'Is it necessary to bury yourself in falsehood? Unleash your power, wield the sword in your hand!' —Shut up! Shut up!! Ahhhhh! To shake off this impulse, Hugh could only sing that song, using his voice to drown out the other voice, over and over again—hiding in the nest of the song, even though all that existed before him was bone-chilling cold... When he finally came to his senses, he could only look up at the sky in silence. His pupils reflected a hazy yellow light, devoid of any anger or sorrow, only emptiness—all thought had been abandoned, and naturally, his gaze had lost its focus. His right hand gripped the longsword tightly, its blade still dripping blood. Countless streams of dark blood converged and slowly seeped into the ground, staining the soil a deep crimson. Although Hugh stood motionless, the longsword gleamed with a cold light. Even as the entire sword turned black, the gleam showed no sign of fading; instead, it seemed to form a transparent blade, reflecting the thoughts of the wielder.
His clothes were stained with large, blood-soaked streaks, a horrifying sight. The fabric, soaked with blood, clung wetly to his skin, and drops of sweat—whether sweat or blood—dripped from his sweat glands, it was impossible to tell, as they carried away the last vestiges of warmth from his body. After the song ceased, the notes fell silent, swept away by the stench of the wind. The remaining resonance vanished without a trace, though the melody remained clear, it was too heavy for the world to bear. Weeping? No, only blood congealing and rolling down his face. He had no tears left to shed. Although Hugh had anticipated this outcome, whether he could force himself to accept it when faced with reality was another matter entirely. The thousands of corpses lying around him were his answer.
Letting the black mist within his heart dictate his uncontrollable emotions—was this Hugh's true nature? Or a reactionary result of mad repression? The dim light pierced the black mist, but the mist did not disappear. Simultaneously, a faint, ticklish pain, like a tingling itch, spread from the depths of his heart to other parts of his body, causing his nostrils to inhale the surrounding stench. Or rather, this pain was like a call, stimulating the demonic forces desperately suppressed in my subconscious, finally allowing them to be released… Why… Why am I so calm? Why did I kill these people? Even though the outcome is irreversible… Why does this smell of blood evoke a sense of nostalgia… The dusky sky gradually turned tinged with crimson. The sun, which had remained indifferent throughout, yet radiated a blinding light, finally climbed over the mountain peak after a long time. Before this, Hugh, whose expression had remained blank, seemed to regain some peripheral vision in his pupils, his ears twitching slightly, filtering out the things mixed in with the flowing wind.
That was… the sound of footsteps in split-toe socks and straw sandals, seemingly slowed down on purpose, approaching slowly from afar—the sound seemed deliberate, as if to assert its presence, directly entering Hugh's consciousness.
His longsword remained still, for the newcomer showed no hostility, and Hugh had no intention of silencing them; after all, this would soon spread throughout the world, and there was no point in concealing it. The footsteps moved without hesitation, heading straight for Hugh's location—the ground was littered with weapons, armor, and corpses, but the straw sandals seemed unconcerned, simply trampling over them. "Ring…" A bell, which shouldn't have lingered here, suddenly rang out, its clear sound unaffected by the heavy atmosphere, striking intermittently with the rhythm of the footsteps. Pure and flawless… only such a bell could not dare to desecrate even the pervasive stench of blood in the air! Listening closely, the footsteps had two melodies, indicating two people approaching. Although the sound quality was almost identical, there was still a fundamental difference—a slightly trembling footstep, and a stomping footstep that concealed this mistake, even cleverly transforming it into music. Unbeknownst to him, the newcomers had already reached Hugh's side. One stepped back slightly, while the other, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, silently trod on the dark, muddy, murky red beach. The last rays of the setting sun shone on the person's long hair, the light absorbed by the strands, faintly revealing a shimmering halo. The ends of the hair swayed gently against his trousers, outlining the smooth curves of his hips. "Tsukiyono..." Without turning his head, just hearing the fearless footsteps, Hugh knew who it was and called out the name of the person beside him. Even with the bloody wind blowing in his face, the sound of the Kagura bell still slightly stimulated his eardrums—the distinctive scent of white plum blossoms was still clearly audible in his nostrils. "Even seeing so many corpses, you still won't give up..." "Yes, Master," Ba replied immediately, her eyes fixed on Hugh. Although Ba stood beside Hugh, to be precise, she stood a step behind him, her most comfortable position. Compared to Hugh, covered in blood, her pure white figure passed through the stench of blood and mist, bathed in the crimson light of the slowly setting sun, her deep red cherry blossoms swaying in the breeze as they floated past—Ba's face showed no hesitation as she passed by. Ba seemed to have completely shut out the horrific scene before her, focusing solely on Hugh. "Even if we follow the principles of the Shinto Church, to exorcise evil and manifest holiness, in the end, we can't save anyone. The only thing I can do is stain my hands with blood, right?" Hugh asked. From the dialogue, it seemed like the question was directed at Ba, but more than that, it seemed like a question to himself. The voice, barely squeezed out by her vocal cords, was like the falling cherry blossoms of this season—not piercing, but utterly devoid of warmth. It was strikingly similar to that song that had recently traveled far—a hymn of mourning, only fully expressed in the grief of the departed. "Not so," Ba replied calmly, her gentle words guiding a child to a way out, pulling the lost and helpless along, her eyes radiating a life-giving light. She stood a step behind Hugh, undeterred by the pungent stench, her anxious expression from the forest moments before vanished, replaced by a gentle warmth far exceeding that of the setting sun. "Dreams...?" Hugh murmured unconsciously, looking up at the last rays of the setting sun. His free hand, not holding a sword, rubbed the dried, powdery blood between his fingers. There wasn't a single cut on his body, but it was stained with blood everywhere. Even though the intense battle had greatly depleted his magic and raised his body temperature, he was still affected by the blood-stained scenery, becoming a prominent part of the dark red backdrop. —Just because he possessed power... —Does possessing power mean being at its mercy? —Even for revenge, what would he gain from killing so many people? However, the reality before him completely contradicted his wishes. He didn't sheath his longsword; the tip still bore the scorched color, the remaining faint afterimages of power leaving behind a stark answer. "Although Master cannot protect the people here, Master bears their lives on her shoulders—the only thing I'm certain of is that Master must live on." Ba moved, her long legs, clad in red culottes, swaying gracefully. Her well-developed hips drew two firm curves below her belt, and her body, carried by a fragrant breeze, floated before Hugh—she felt it necessary to speak face-to-face and express her feelings. A shrine maiden, a shrine maiden of the Shinigami religion—Ba embodied the term, like a holy white light. Her snow-white shrine maiden robes were stretched high by her breasts, forming an invisible barrier. The red glow that permeated the surrounding corpses was repelled the moment she tried to enter the shrine maiden robes, replaced by the unique fragrance of a young girl. Ba's cheeks were quite delicate, but her round, deep black eyes held a life force more brilliant than the blood mist, burning like a raging flame. "Live on…?" Hugh looked back at Ba blankly, not understanding the meaning behind her words. —To survive? —To survive, to pile up more corpses? The priestess, with her small stature, couldn't possibly occupy every corner of her vision. Patches of water-filled depressions forming red beaches, large swathes of armor scattered about, steel spears riddled with holes, charred bows nocked arrows, and countless corpses that once wielded these weapons came into view from behind her. Besides these, there was a small, silent figure. "That's right, including those who perished here. These lives… Master must live on in their place." Ba stretched out her wrist, her delicate pink fingers, hidden within her wide sleeves, slightly spread as if cradling an egg, gently stroking the blood-splattered cheek before her with just the right amount of light pressure. The gentle warmth emanating from her fingertips, the fragrance of white plum blossoms wafting from her nipples, the heartfelt words spoken from her lips brought Hugh back to his senses, his eyes fixed on Ba's face. Seeing that Hugh's pupils seemed to regain some light, Ba felt a surge of joy. The reflection in his eyes, and the full breasts swaying gently with his breath, were of herself in her shrine maiden attire… But this also stung Ba's heart. Her reflection in Hugh's eyes was still blurry, indicating his continued bewilderment. "Live on… continue creating this sorrow?" "No! Master must live on… to prevent further sorrow, to protect those who are important." The shrine maiden's voice was resolute, her tone powerfully inspiring, utterly incongruous with her dreamlike, almost fragile beauty. Yet, this very incongruity made her all the more impactful—on Hugh's seemingly frozen heart. —I can't even protect the people here… —Do I… even have the right to protect others? —Having consumed so many lives… can I still live? Hugh stared blankly at Ba before him, her black pupils shimmering with tears, as if capable of filling everything, slowly mending the parts of his heart eroded by the black mist. The priestess waved the sleeves covering her arms, her black hair billowing in the wind, and from the part where her priestess's robes and skirt separated, a few piercing bell sounds rang out—Ba moved slightly closer, the movement not large, but the front of her breasts were already pressed against Hugh, changing shape with the contact area. Hugh planted his sword in the ground, his trembling hand gripping the hilt tightly. He felt a warmth, enough to melt anything, slowly emanating from the part of her breasts that had touched him, stimulating "something" hidden within him, directly confronting the black mist. At that moment, Hugh felt a flash of white light before his eyes. It was the sleeve of the shrine maiden's dress swaying in the wind. The blood mist that had separated the two of them was covered by a faint scent of white plum blossoms. What appeared in Hugh's pupils afterward was long, flowing hair that cascaded down from her ears and Bana's pure face, untouched by anything.
"Master... what is it that you seek?" "What I seek..." The priestess's question, delivered face-to-face, caused Hugh to involuntarily gasp—the scent of white plum blossoms mingled with a hint of fresh frankincense, reviving his long-dormant mind and stirring up emotions he had previously relinquished. He looked into the dark pupils gazing at him, eyes that revealed the priestess's true nature, clear and untainted like the sound of bells scattering in the wind. —What is it that I seek? Hugh had never considered this question; rather, he avoided it. Seeking something meant inevitably losing something, a fact Hugh understood perfectly. To gain something, one must pay an equal price—an immutable law of nature. Therefore—his left hand, not holding the longsword, clenched unconsciously into a fist, as if regretting something, yet also as if trying to grasp something within itself; his knuckles trembled slightly. "Tsukiyo, I..." "Yes, Master." Hearing that Hugh was about to answer, Ba consciously pressed her body against his chest, her breasts pushing against his clothes, and a slightly tingling sensation immediately spread through her mammary glands, along with the cold feeling of blood drying and taking away her body heat. However, from the part where her nipples rubbed against him, Ba also felt Hugh's heartbeat, which had almost stopped, start beating slowly again, and gradually overlap with her own heartbeat. The Kagura bell tied at her waist jingled crisply as the shrine maiden embraced the man tightly. Her breasts, easily squeezed, changed shape, and her shrine maiden robes, stretched taut, were finally stained with blood. But what Tomoe felt wasn't the chill the dead hadn't had time to take with them; instead, a warm current, tingling in her nipples, surged from her spine back to her brain. "I...I still have things I must do...things I must protect..." "Yes, Master." Although there was a hint of confusion in his voice, Tomoe clearly heard that it was no longer as dry as before, but rather contained an invigorating power. Her breasts pressed against Hugh's chest, the full fat tracing the man's form. The heartbeat hidden beneath her chest unconsciously quickened, each beat almost audible. Driven by a woman's instinct, Ba pressed her body even closer to Hugh. This alone filled her with excitement; the stimulation from her breasts sent jolts up her spine and into her mind. "Bearing the responsibility of the departed until the ideal is realized… even in the face of sorrow, I have no reason to die… no, I should say, I have no right to control my own life." Hearing this, Ba nodded emphatically. Only those who are fully prepared can create incredible miracles once again. So, Ba held Hugh tightly. Above her two full breasts was an indescribable face—a face where every feature was delicately balanced, and any small injury could shatter this perfect harmony. The priestess's heartbeat quickened, and an alluring fragrance, seemingly refined through countless trials, wafted from her priestess robes. Ba could even feel the throbbing in her chest, the milk flowing from the pink peaks of her breasts. "What is the responsibility that the living must bear? I had only a vague understanding of it before, but only after truly experiencing it did I truly understand... If this is the inevitable fate, then I can only bear it... In order not to lose anything important again, let Crimson be my guide, and move towards a path where I will no longer wander aimlessly." "In that case, please become my master, become the master of the priestess—Tsukiyo no Tomoe." Words that sounded like a prayer, yet were filled with all her wishes, were clearly expressed from her slightly parted lips.Words, accompanied by the fragrance of her breath, slowly wafted into the listener's nostrils, rubbing against the armored breasts, from which milk flowed, like snow melting in the spring sunshine, carrying abundant emotion, flowing into the icy, heavily shackled heart before her. Although Ba always addressed Hugh as "Master," she hadn't actually completed the rite of recognition; she was merely using that term on her own. Hugh smelled the fragrance of the person embracing him, and the milky scent gradually spreading into the air, and finally, an expression appeared on his face—but it was a rather troubled, bitter smile. "Still the same request... You're truly persistent." "Yes, no matter how many times Master refuses, my answer remains the same." Ba looked directly at Hugh, her deep, dark pupils, which seemed to attract millions of stars, gleaming with a piercing light, and the strength in her arms as she embraced Hugh unconsciously increased. Moreover, Ba held Hugh's right hand and pressed it against her left breast. Although her cheeks were flushed, her attitude was quite resolute, not allowing Hugh to pull his hand away. The sensation Hugh felt in his hand, besides the astonishing softness, was something rapidly beating—presumably Ba's eager anticipation! The priestess's breasts, warmth, fragrance, beauty, and encouraging words—no matter what changes Hugh himself underwent, Ba's gaze remained consistent. Even with Hugh's hands stained with blood and many corpses she had personally slaughtered scattered around, Ba did not scold him. She still asked Hugh to become her master with the same attitude as always. Hugh's hand was held by Ba and gently placed above her breast. As soon as her fingers sank in, they felt a springiness and a body heat strong enough to melt anything, which emanated through the priestess's robes. "Even if you refuse again this time, you'll still follow me, won't you?" "Yes, only by my master's side is my true home." "Hoo..." Hugh raised his head, gazing at the setting sun. Night would soon fall, and the stars would begin to twinkle. But ultimately, one must face the night to have any chance of welcoming the sunrise. "I suppose my future will be stained with more blood than it is now... I don't know if my choice was right..." "But, Master, you've already found your answer, haven't you?" Hugh slowly nodded, looking into the eyes that were staring straight at him—eyes that were unwavering, eyes that seemed to absorb all sorrow with loving kindness. Soft long hair, even softer breasts, and the scent of milk in the air finally brought a smile back to Hugh's face. "Though I cannot control the future, I still have to continue living... to realize the ideals I entrusted to myself... So, from now on, I hope you can continue to bring me this warmth from the place closest to me..." "Master!? That means..." Ba raised her face, tears welling in her eyes—tears of joy, tears of emotion at seeing her beloved smile again. The bell from her waist completely connected the two. Even if everything is lost, the world cannot stop moving forward; no matter how much sorrow is uttered, the past cannot be undone. However, it is precisely because so many have passed away that we should step into the uncertain future. To prevent this sad history from repeating itself... But, relying solely on one's own determination, willpower alone cannot bear that heavy responsibility; the human spirit is not that strong. Hugh stroked the black hair before him. Even if darkness was about to descend, as long as this warmth existed, he believed he would not lose his way! "Tsukiyono... no, 'Tomoe'." "Yes!" The mere sight of Hugh's smile was enough to dispel all of Tomoe's unease—those were the words she had longed for, the only hope that propelled her forward. Hugh called Tomoe's name for the first time—a simple, almost ethereal sound, just her master softly calling her name, instantly sending a surging feeling through her body, like the blissful experience of playing Kagura, but now several times stronger than before. Tomoe clearly felt the intense pain in her chest, all her energy converging towards her mammary glands, awaiting her master's first command. Those enormous breasts—those breasts that bulged her shrine maiden robes against her body—now possessed even more rounded curves, a complexity that even a pen could not capture—silently proclaiming that the shrine maiden was ready. "This piece... can it help me? To soothe the departed souls..." "Ah—yes, yes! Master!" Upon hearing the command, Ba reluctantly released Hugh—although she wanted to continue holding her master, it was impossible to use an instrument while tightly embracing. However, Ba then showed a rather happy expression. Her master's Kagura composition, she could not only listen but also participate and become a part of it. What could be more joyful than this? Most importantly, when playing Kagura, the performer's emotions and reason must be in harmony. If her master hadn't accepted her from the bottom of his heart, how could he have let her play along? "Um..." A timid voice rang out at this moment. It was Yayoi, who had been standing quietly without saying a word the whole time. "Sister... should I leave first?" Yayoi seemed a little at a loss. However, upon closer reflection, there was no real relationship between Yayoi and Hugh, and a very obvious distance existed between them—since they were going to play Kagura, and it was a dirge dedicated to the dead, the fewer distractions the better. That's why Yayoi hesitated about whether she should stay. "No need, just stand here...or rather..." Hugh answered for Tomoe instead, scratching his cheek as if struggling to express himself, and said, "I've heard some things about you from Tomoe...you seem to be stuck in a rut...so...if possible...would you like to try listening?" "Sure! Of course! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" Yayoi nodded excitedly.
For a shrine maiden who has reached a certain stage of growth and inevitably encounters a period of disorientation, instead of worrying endlessly, sometimes listening to other people's Kagura can help her find relief. "Thank you, Master, for being able to represent my sister..." Tomoe bowed deeply—such a gesture must be quite strenuous for a woman with large breasts! Although Yayoi might not yet be able to fully grasp the true meaning of the music, simply listening to it would be of great benefit to her. Even if a lament is about to be played... for shrine maidens, this kind of song that purifies the soul is the most common one they encounter. If Yayoi can hear this piece in person, without any pressure, she will be able to understand more. Moreover, Yayoi has been learning from Tomoe since she was a child, so Tomoe, as the performer, can better convey to her sister things that are difficult to teach verbally. Hugh took out his white fan—the previous atmosphere of being immersed in sorrow had vanished without a trace, and his whole body exuded a rather intimidating aura—and focused on the notes woven in his mind. Tomoe held the Kagura bell to his chest—this time he only took out one Kagura bell, which was more than enough. After all, he wasn't the main performer, but rather he wanted to make Kagura exert a greater influence, spreading throughout the entire valley.
"Then... let's begin!" Hugh took a deep breath, opened his fan, and sang the first note, his feet moving back and forth in a specific direction—as the song rang out, the bell rang out in a perfectly rhythmic way, and even the sound of the five-colored ribbons slapping in the air became part of the melody. The music was very similar to the "Atsumori Dance," but its essence was completely different—the singing was extremely pure, and even though each step might tread on a corpse, it did not diminish the pure sound quality at all. The bells that accompanied the music gradually increased in strength, and the swaying of the breasts seemed to be stirring the closed mind of the dead—no longer staying in one place, but exploring the possibility of ideals again... The two of them emitted extremely dazzling white light, and a powerful force descended— "..." The melody constantly stirred her soul, and Yayoi listened to this divine music in silence, even trying to breathe less, for fear that any possible sound might destroy the scene deeply reflected in her eyes. There were no words, and the palpitations turned into tears, telling of her emotion on her cheeks. At the same time, she made a vow in her heart. —One day, I will replace my sister and become the master's side... (To be continued) Chapter 2 (1) "Your Highness, you should be used to it now, right? I have been looking forward to it every single day." A
still very childish voice rang out. While his voice wasn't quite polished, the authority conveyed in his words was genuine.
It wasn't a skill honed through mere training, but rather the naturalness of someone long accustomed to a position of power, compelling the listener to focus intently. "Well, speaking of killing, I'm quite calm." Taking the teacup offered to him, Hugh took a sip. The tea wasn't hot; presumably, sitting outside the shrine's corridor, enjoying the warm afternoon sun, he didn't need to use very hot water. Although Hugh preferred nights with the sun obscured and a sky full of stars, a part of him still craved light. The dark cloud hanging over him dissipated as the tea soothed his throat and warmed his stomach. He rarely had time to relax, and he should certainly savor this lingering feeling. And he hadn't forgotten why he'd come here today. — Several overlapping voices sang in his ears. With the heightened sensitivity of a Kagura master, Hugh listened intently to every note in the air, his eyes fixed on the light that gradually appeared before him. A dozen or so priestesses formed a wondrous array, each wielding their preferred instrument, playing a melody recently composed. The priestess standing in the center of the array gently placed her hands on her well-developed breasts, singing a natural and smooth song. It began with the sound of several Kagura bells. The wrists extending from the priestesses' robes were equally pale and unblemished; they simply raised the bells high and then gently swung them down, yet the music, accompanied by the five-colored ribbons, sounded remarkably powerful. After the bell sounds dissipated in the wind, a continuous melody played on a Korean flute followed, accompanied by the priestesses' blessings, inspiring the listeners' spirits and igniting a fighting will within them. The crisp drumbeats, though not loud and seemingly merely decorative, clearly establish the rhythm of the entire Kagura piece, connecting all the instruments and indicating the specific section the song has reached. The music possesses a gentle, feminine quality; the melody, like the curves of a woman's breasts, gradually ascends to its peak. The shrine maiden's shifting steps in the center perfectly depict the beautiful arc of her large breasts.
If each component of the Kagura were listened to individually, it would be a meaningless jumble of sounds. However, once they overlap, they create a powerful, heart-stirring force—this is Kagura. And a battle song fit for the battlefield. The shrine maiden dances lightly, the notes flowing from her lips, her breasts swaying and releasing fragrant breezes. The song is deeply ingrained in the listener's consciousness, gradually bolstering their fighting spirit. "The pairing of Kagura Master and Shrine Maiden can amplify each other's abilities by several times, even several times over. Prince Hugh should be quite aware of this." "The prerequisite is proper pairing. History is replete with examples of Kagura Masters and Shrine Maidens clashing." "In Prince Hugh's opinion, in actual combat, could these Shrine Maidens be of any use?"
That slightly childish voice didn't waste any words and went straight to the point. After all, one should speak according to the audience, and besides, there was no need for useless sentimental talk between her and Hugh. She looked at the shrine maidens dancing Kagura in front of her, her gaze never relaxing. "Hmm... this question should be asked of Tomoe, Lord Toyo. After all, my specialty is funeral music, and I've never played with anyone else before." "With Lord Hugh's talent, you could make Kagura continuously purify the world, exorcise evil, and manifest divine power, regardless of who you are. After all, you are a 'King' man; these things should be a piece of cake for you." "You flatter me too much... someone skilled in playing funeral music, why should I ask for praise? It's best to remain in the darkness, away from the light." "Don't be so self-deprecating. Light has never been anyone's exclusive possession; anyone can pursue it freely... However, isn't it a bit much that your music is monopolized by Tomoe? Why not try becoming the Kagura Master of the Taira clan's shrine maidens?" "I refuse... a palanquin stained with blood, even with prayers offered, cannot change the karma it carries. No matter how many embellished words are added, no one will follow." "What's the truth?" "Just Tomoe alone is enough to keep me busy. I'm woken up by her licking me every day before I've even had a full night's sleep, and I never have time to recover my energy." "How about trying with me? Although my breasts aren't as big as Tomoe's, I can still produce breast milk. What do you think? Don't you think my baby-faced, big-breasted, and breast-producing body is quite adorable?" "Then, Lord Toya, even if you use this kind of suggestive approach, and it's almost all true, I still won't agree. Someone like me has no right to ask for anything, much less the capacity to welcome someone as radiant as you." Hugh replied with a clear wry smile. Although Toya's attitude was quite enthusiastic, given his current position, Hugh could only keep refusing. Although Hugh had extensive playing experience, he had mostly played Kagura alone before, which made it quite difficult to collaborate with others—except for Tomoe Tsukiyo, who could accept him. Kagura typically requires the assistance of several instruments to produce music powerful enough to move the gods. This is why priestesses need to train continuously from a young age, often in groups. However, Hughie was not a priestess and could not possibly have such an environment or experience—therefore, although Hughie could play Kagura alone, his skill set was extremely limited. "That's true. Even if you are Tomoe's Kagura Master, you can only be Tomoe's Kagura Master... However, Tomoe is currently busy, and I'm really embarrassed to bother her." "To be honest, Tomoe didn't even ask for my permission..." "I really want to taste... His Highness Hugh's penis, could I have a taste? Just one lick and I'll remember the flavor perfectly." "Please forgive me, Lord Hirano..." "Then, how about I use my breasts to clamp it? Alright... let me serve you then..."
"Aren't these two questions the same?" Hirano Toya knew very well that a shrine maiden must have her own Kagura Master to unleash the true power of Kagura.
With a Kagura Master as a partner, when a shrine maiden dances Kagura, she can feel a kind of intoxication—or rather, an intense pleasure where every cell accelerates and the whole body heats up. Conversely, if only the priestess plays the Kagura herself, there is no synergistic effect. Even if the notes played are correct, it is still difficult to arouse the gods' interest. Therefore, Natoya looked at the girl who was favored by the Kagura Master and monopolized the Kagura Master—swallowed, and looked at the priestess kneeling between Hugh's legs. The fourth great priestess of the Saigu Palace, and the only priestess with the Kagura Master? Tsukiyo Tomoe, now with her top wide open, revealing the soft parts unique to girls, extended her pink tongue covered in saliva, carefully licking the dark penis sandwiched between her breasts. Tomoe's cheeks were flushed, and her skin, which was originally as smooth as snow, now showed obvious signs of arousal, like cherry blossoms fluttering in the air, displaying the color of late winter and early spring. The small mouth, which had sung countless sacred prayers, now held a penis, the cylindrical object constantly moving in and out of its mouth. A thin, clear strand of saliva stretched from the glans, connecting with the neat rows of front teeth. The tongue circled along the inside of the foreskin, trying to lick out any fluid that might leak out at any moment. Although they were in the forbidden grounds of the temple, surrounded by priestesses playing kasagari dance, and with the head of the Taira family, whose status far surpassed that of the Tsukiyo family—Hina Toya—sitting beside them, Tomoe still served her master without a care, completely oblivious to the gazes of others, not even a single note reaching her ears. Tomoe's hands cupped her breasts, providing the penis with just the right amount of relentless stimulation, but the astonishing size of her breasts completely buried her hands from the front, leaving no trace of them. Only the dark red glans peeked out from the deep cleavage in the center of her chest. Gulp! —As Tomoe swallowed the pre-ejaculate, Natoya also swallowed. In the air filled with fluttering cherry blossoms, the scent of carnal desire grew stronger—not only did the tip of the penis continue to secrete a clear liquid, but after the breasts were steamed by the high temperature of the penis, the mammary glands inside were strongly stimulated, the pink nipples at the tip became erect, and sweet milk flowed out. The entire lower half of the breasts was wet and slippery with breast milk, and the penis, coated with milk, moved in and out of the cleavage more smoothly. Of course, Ba wanted her master to fondle her breasts, but since her master and Nadoya were currently talking, it would be too impolite to interrupt them. She could only rub them herself, but the feeling was certainly not as intense as when Hughie rubbed them by hand. It only created a sense of emptiness, causing Ba to unconsciously suck on the glans even harder. The thin salty taste spreading from the tip of her tongue, the original sweetness of her own breast milk, and the fishy smell permeating her entire nasal cavity—three completely different smells—blended together perfectly, causing Ba's desire to gradually rise. She rubbed her breasts even harder, and her lips held the penis tightly. Judging from Tomoe's attitude, she was truly focused entirely on the penis—even when playing Kagura, she probably wasn't this serious. "Tsukiyano..." "Huff huff huff huff...sucking sucking sucking sucking (ignoring)" "Tsukiyano, did you hear me?" "Huff huff huff huff...sucking sucking sucking sucking (ignoring)" No matter how Natoya called out, Tomoe didn't react at all...or rather, she didn't even intend to listen.
Once Tomoe entered service mode, there was only one condition that could interrupt her—after all, they were currently in the shrine, and moreover, Tomoe was the Great Priestess, so she still had to give Natoya some face. So, even knowing the consequences would be severe, Hugh could only prop his forehead up and say, "Bah...Bah! Master is about to give an order." *Huff huff huff...slurp slurp slurp slurp (ignores)* "I have something to do tomorrow, I want to go somewhere by myself, so I might not have time to rub your breasts."
"..." Ba's movements suddenly stopped completely. "Bah, did you hear me?" "...Y-yes, of course I heard you, how could I ignore Master's words?" "Oh? But your eyes are vacant." "I'm fine, may I ask what order Master is giving?" "That answer doesn't sound like nothing's wrong." Because Ba was too shocked, her brain was still processing the sentences from a few seconds ago. "What I meant was, I have something to do tomorrow, I need to go somewhere, it might take all day, and I have to leave early in the morning, so I won't have time to fondle your breasts." "...Huh? Huh? Huh?" Although it took her a while to come to her senses, after hearing Hugh's words, Ba still stared blankly for a long time, letting saliva drip from her mouth onto her breasts. After a while, Ba finally raised her head, letting her head leave the penis. "Excuse me, is Master sick? How could you say such a joke? As the priestess of my master, I have failed you so badly that you are so sick that you don't know what you are saying." "No, I am perfectly sober now." "Huh? But in that case, I won't be able to enter the world of endless sensuality with Master."
"I don't remember ever going to such a strange place with you." "What about the morning service? My breasts won't be able to have intimate contact with your penis then?"
"Yes, just like you said." "Hahaha, I must have misheard." "Hahaha, you definitely didn't mishear." "Hahaha." "I object───────────────────!" "Aren't you disobeying your master's orders!?" "Master's words clearly violate the contract!" "So, can you listen to me properly now?" "Huh? Ah, ah, yes, yes." In short, only now did Ba finally release her service status, raising her head, her eyes regaining their sparkle, waiting for her master to speak. However, her breasts still tightly gripped the penis, cupping her proud breasts, carefully rubbing them up and down, not giving the penis any chance to escape her cleavage. Since her master only wanted to speak to her and didn't ask her to stop serving—Ba certainly wouldn't stop there, half her attention on her master, the other half still focused on the penis. Was this a demonstration to the other shrine maidens? Or was it a way to seduce them? The only thing known was that Ba always deliberately made sure the penis was clearly visible to the priestesses, and amplified the sounds of sucking the glans several times over. Well… at least she was willing to stop serving, which was already a pretty good result for Hughes—although the white smudge left on Ba's lips was still not wiped away. Hughes scratched his head helplessly, after all, what he had just said meant that he still had to rub Ba's breasts tomorrow. Ba realized this, which was why she obediently let go of the penis, swallowing her saliva with reluctance. Although she was a priestess who chanted sacred hymns, Ba was quite obsessed with the penis. Why did she become like this? Hughes planned to seriously reflect on his life so far. Ba tilted her head slightly, resting her chin on her breast, revealing an adorable smile that was incredibly endearing—it seemed that she felt no guilt whatsoever about immediately taking out her master's penis to serve him after he sat down, and even doing it publicly in front of many priestesses. Natoya had witnessed this situation several times before, so she didn't show any surprise. She simply quenched her thirst with tea and then addressed Tomoe: "The one who wants to speak to Tsukiyano isn't His Highness Hugh, but me." "Huh? But then, won't I be unable to use answering Master's question to ask for a reward?" "
Anyway, the reward you want is probably just His Highness Hugh satisfying his lust."
"Please don't put it so harshly. This is a personal characteristic! Or rather, a unique quality."
"Unique quality?" "A priestess who wants to serve Master anytime, anywhere. Whenever I'm near Master, he must be prepared to have his penis inside me. In fact, Master doesn't need to wear pants in front of me, because no matter how much he tries to defend himself, I can always remove my penis." "So, even if His Highness Hugh refuses, you'll still serve him?" "That's right. To make the master feel comfortable, sometimes it's necessary to force oneself to serve. It's a priestess's duty, so, Lord Taira." "What is it?" "Would you like to serve the master together? Just clamp your breasts between my penis and mine. I'll be from the front, and you can come from the left or right. With your breasts, it's more than enough."
"Are you trying to seduce me?" "If we follow Lord Taira's logic, serving the master—serving the 'King'—shouldn't be restricted. If the master could have both of you, he would be very happy." "That's true. After all, Prince Hugh is a man." "Once you join in, the master will surely be able to abandon meaningless constraints and insistence. Come, Lord Taira, the master's penis can't wait!" "The glans keeps throbbing..." "That's proof of the master's excitement! This intoxicatingly strong scent, doesn't it feel like it's guiding the way forward? Guiding the priestess's path..." "Since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony. Please, Your Highness Hugh, feel free to ejaculate into my mouth without hesitation—" "—What! Wait a minute!" Seeing that Natsuya was about to do the same as Tomoe, bringing her head close to his penis, Hugh quickly snapped out of his reverie and reached out to block Natsuya's head. Hugh instinctively felt a chill run down his spine—not from being brought to the brink of ejaculation by Tomoe, but from Natsuya's eager attitude and the menacing gazes of the group of Heike priestesses behind him.
"Your Highness Hugh, please remove your hand. I can't lick it like this." Although Natsuya gave Hugh a calm smile, her entire body clearly intended to move closer to his penis, her small head struggling in his palm. As the head of the Heira family, Natsuya possessed considerable strength in all aspects, so if her penis were to be taken into her mouth, Hugh felt that many things would immediately become very bad—yes, in every way.
Enduring the pleasure that Ba brought him while simultaneously pushing Natsuya back to her original position, these two drastically different actions caused a slight distortion in Hugh's face. However, Natsuya remained composed, her eyes gleaming with a sharp light completely incongruous with her loli-like face. "Your Highness, have I misunderstood? Isn't this the moment you've been waiting for, which is why your penis has become so large?" "That's a misunderstanding! I never had such thoughts!" "You clearly took off your pants in front of me; your words are hardly convincing." "It wasn't my choice!" "If it wasn't your choice, does that mean I've bewitched you? In that case, Your Highness should be happy that I want to serve you personally." "Please forgive my firm refusal! I have a master-servant contract with Tomoe, so there's no reason for Lord Toya to do the same, is there?" "As for reasons, give me as many as you like. If a master-servant contract is absolutely necessary, then Your Highness can become my master. I will become Your Highness's woman, and then I can serve you. If you simply agree, not only me, but the Heira family will fully assist you." Although the Shinna religion has long been established on this continent, the Heira family remains a supreme and prestigious clan. It could even be described as a kind of spiritual symbol. Faced with Naduye's aggressive attitude, Hugh really didn't know how to resist.
"Uh, I've said it several times before, I'm someone who can't be forgiven, and I can't accept Lord Natsuya's leniency..." "Since we've both thrown ourselves into the darkness, we need to improve our relationship. For men and women, communicating directly through the body is the most appropriate method." "Given my relationship with Lord Natsuya, shouldn't it be necessary to go to such lengths?" "It's precisely because of the relationship between Lord Hughie and me that I must serve you. Although we've been on missions together, you neglected me afterwards and indulged in your intimacy with Ba. Don't you think that's a bit excessive?" "I, I was—" Hughie was about to explain when Natsuya interrupted him. "If it's about purifying the lingering darkness in Lord Hugh's heart, then Tsukiyano can be the first priority, and I'll be second... Would that make Lord Hugh acceptable? Or would you prefer it like this, with me and Tomoe together?" "Wait, wait a minute! I never said I wanted to make a contract with that Lord Toya! It's like the blame is all on me now!" "The problem is with you! If Lord Hugh had just devoured me and made me his master, there wouldn't have been any problem at all!" "Why do we have to bring up a contract?" "So, does Lord Hugh only agree to a contract if I have breasts as large as Tsukiyano's? Don't let my current appearance fool you; with your Kagura's support, my breasts will grow considerably." "It's not because of Tomoe's breasts..." "Your Highness, Hughie, are you still going to lie through your teeth, even though you were held between Tomoe's breasts and I ejaculated countless times in front of the shrine maidens? I saw it all clearly... the exquisite sword dance Tomoe performed when she received your Kagura... it's so unfair that only Tsukiyo can become the 'King's' war dancer!" Natsuya completely ignored Hughie's rebuttal. Only by the King's side is my refuge—Natsuya expressed an extremely strong will.
For Hughie, Natsuya was a rather ideal assistant. Besides her completely different talents from Tomoe's, as a member of the Taira clan, Natsuya's understanding of ancient books, Shinto, and Kagura far surpassed Tomoe's. In a chance encounter half a year ago, during the great battle to protect Kyoto, Natsuya was able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Tomoe and receive the Kagura played by Hughie. To counter large-scale magic, Tomoe performed a Kagura dance—with immense power, yet the steps were clear and transparent—directly neutralizing a large-scale magic capable of annihilating an entire army. For Tomoe's Kagura dance, not only did Hugh play the Kagura, but Natsuya also simultaneously performed the ritual Kagura, wielding a large coin and channeling her power into Tomoe to unleash its full potential. The strongest war dancer and priestess—from that moment on, all priestesses took Tomoe as their role model, determined to master the Kagura dance that protected Kyoto. However, Hugh understood perfectly well that it was because Tomoe was his war dancer—

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