Inside the shrine, candlelight flickered.

Shimabukuro Kimie stood before the shrine, her plain white shrine maiden robes appearing exceptionally pure in the candlelight. She took a deep breath, slowly raised her hands, and lightly touched the Kagura bell with her fingertips.

"My lord, please allow me to offer you a Kagura dance."

Her voice was soft as water, yet very firm.

The shrine maiden wanted to be even more greedy.

After all, the gods had told her that she didn't need to suppress herself, which gave her the courage to express her deepest, most passionate feelings to the gods in this way.

Yuzuru leaned back on the soft couch, showing no sign of being a deity. He propped his chin up with one hand and looked at the shrine maiden before him with interest, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Oh? My little shrine maiden is being so proactive today?"

Shimabukuro Kimie pretended not to hear the teasing in his words and just smiled faintly.

As the first bell rang, her body stretched out like a willow branch, each turn exuding an indescribable charm.

Kagura, originally a sacrificial dance offered to the gods, was now performed with a unique charm by her. The wide sleeves fluttered as she spun, revealing her slender wrists; her fair legs were faintly visible as her skirt billowed; and the red ribbon binding her hair had somehow come undone, allowing her long, black hair to cascade down like a waterfall.

The most problematic thing is that, as the dance progresses, the sashes on the shrine maiden's outfit seem to be loosening little by little...

Hmm~ Are you sure it's Kagura dance?

Yuzuru Nan was internally ranting, "I never expected this! Were all the gods this playful and decadent before? Am I, a new god, too outdated?"

He vehemently condemned this depraved behavior, and then—continued to watch intently.

It's not that he's lustful.

But the dance was so captivating that if one didn't glance at it more often, it would seem as if this deity was somewhat oblivious to romance.

Looking into the gaze of the deity, the shrine maiden did not stop her dance. Instead, she spun around, letting her loose robe slide slowly down her shoulders. Her eyes shone with a devout golden light, and her voice was as soft as a whisper: "To the deity... I offer my purest faith..."

"Isn't this belief a little too 'pure'?"

Yuzuru thought to himself, but his eyes honestly didn't look away for even a second.

When the outer robe had completely fallen to the ground, Junhui was left wearing only a thin white rupan (a type of traditional Chinese dress). The silk fabric clung softly to her curves, almost translucent in the candlelight, outlining a graceful figure that made even the gods swallow hard.

She stood barefoot on the tatami mat in front of the shrine, her toes barely touching the ground, like an elegant white crane, her posture graceful and noble.

"Please, my esteemed gods...enjoy my devotion..."

She leaned forward slightly and knelt in front of Yuzuru, holding the Kagura bell high above her head with both hands. This posture caused her collar to open slightly, revealing a patch of snow-white skin, as pure and alluring as the first snow of winter.

Yu Sheng Nan reached out and took the bell, his fingertips lightly brushing against her palm: "Are you sure?"

Shimabukuro Kimie raised her head, her eyes filled with undisguised longing: "Everything I have... belongs to you..."

Her voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from some indescribable anticipation, as if she were about to embark on an unknown and wonderful journey.

Yuzuru could clearly feel her heartbeat—rapid and strong, carrying the unique awkwardness and passion of a young girl. Even more remarkably, through the contractual connection, he could also sense the shrine maiden's truest thoughts at that moment:

[Please, Gods...accept all of me...]

[So nervous...but mostly excited...]

Is this... what it feels like to serve the gods...?

These heartfelt words were like the most moving melody, prompting Yuzuru to reach out and stroke the shrine maiden's cheek: "No regrets?"

“Never.” Kimie Shimabukuro’s answer was resolute.

She, who had once been in despair, met a kind-hearted deity.

From that moment on, she was prepared to dedicate everything to the divine, both her faith and her body and soul.

Thinking of this, she suddenly mustered her courage and, imitating a scene she'd seen in TV dramas, took the initiative to wrap her arms around the god's neck: "Your Majesty...actually...I have other dance steps prepared..."

Yuzuru raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

"But we need your cooperation..."

How to cooperate?

Junhui blushed and whispered a few words in his ear.

Yuzuru chuckled softly and suddenly reached out to pull her into his arms. Caught off guard, the shrine maiden gasped softly and fell gracefully onto his lap, her hands instinctively bracing against his firm chest.

"God, Lord God..."

"Shh." Yu Shengnan pressed his fingertip against her lips. "If you're going to serve the gods, you have to be obedient."

His other hand had somehow found its way to the shrine maiden's slender waist, and he could clearly feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. Shimabukuro Kimie's face instantly turned bright red.

However, she did not resist at all. Instead, as if drawn by an invisible force, she took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck and gently hook her fingers around his hair. Her posture was both shy and brave.

"What...what should I do?"

She asked in a low voice, her breathing slightly rapid with nervousness.

Despite her boldness during her Kagura dance performance, the shrine maiden, who has no romantic experience, had actually learned those skills through cramming while studying modern technology with a certain little girl.

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