As their lips intertwined, Shimabukuro Kimie was astonished to find her spiritual power merging with that of the deity. The feeling was incredibly strange, as if her soul was being gently enveloped by the other, both reassuring and terrifying.

"Can you feel it?" Yuzuru stepped back slightly, his thumb tracing her swollen lips. "This is... true communion between gods and humans..."

Shimabukuro Kimie's eyes were glazed over, and she could only nod blankly.

At this moment, her robe had slipped down to her elbows, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin that shimmered with a pearly luster under the candlelight, making her resemble a fine work of art, exuding an alluring charm.

"I'll ask one last time."

Yuzuru gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips. "Are you ready?"

Shimabukuro Kimie took a deep breath, reached out and untied her last sash. The pure white kimono unfolded like flower petals, revealing her flawless body beneath.

Her voice was soft, yet incredibly firm:

"Please, my divine being...enjoy your priestess..."

This answer completely shattered Hanyu Nan's last bit of restraint.

“Then…” His lips almost touched her earlobe, “let me see your resolve.”

Shimabukuro Kimie closed her eyes and offered her lips.

This kiss was deeper than the previous ones, filled with an all-consuming determination. She could feel the divine hand roaming over her body, igniting countless tiny flames wherever it touched, making her feel burning hot all over.

"Hmm..."

As Yuzuru's fingertips brushed across her skin, the shrine maiden couldn't help but let out a soft moan. She bit her lower lip shyly, but this only emboldened the god to become even more unrestrained.

"Don't hold back," Yuzuru whispered mischievously in her ear, "I want to hear my little shrine maiden's most beautiful voice."

Shimabukuro Kimie's face turned almost blood red, but she still nodded obediently. Sweet breaths could no longer be suppressed and escaped from her lips one after another, echoing in the shrine and intertwining with the chirping of insects in the distance to form the most moving movement of the summer night.

Shrines, shrines, gods.

This should have been the most sacred combination, but at this moment it is filled with the most worldly desires.

Kimie Shimabukuro felt as if she had been split in two—one half ashamed of having done such a blasphemous thing before God, and the other half excited at being able to truly serve the gods.

The futon beneath him absorbed some sweat and became soft and warm like cotton.

"My Lord..." she gasped, her fingers gripping the cushion beneath her tightly, "I...I can..."

Yuzuru knew exactly what she wanted to say.

Through the contractual connection, the shrine maiden's every thought was laid bare. He deliberately slowed his movements, savoring her anxious yet shy expression: "What can I do?"

“Okay…” Shimabukuro Kimie mustered her courage, leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Yuzuru raised an eyebrow: "So bold? Looks like Ai-sensei is taking teaching very seriously~"

He stopped teasing her and leaned down to kiss the small mouth that always spoke words of devotion.

When the two truly became one, tears welled up in Shimabukuro Kimie's eyes instantly—not from pain, but from fulfillment.

"Does it hurt?" Yu Sheng Nan gently kissed away her tears.

"No, it's because... I'm so happy..." Shimabukuro Kimie hugged his neck, her voice choked with emotion, "I finally... completely belong to God..."

At this moment, the shrine maiden felt as if her soul had been filled; all that empty devotion and that day-to-day waiting had found its home.

The candle flame flickered violently and then suddenly went out.

Yuzuru was moved by her words. This seemingly gentle shrine maiden harbored burning emotions within her. She offered herself to him as a sacrifice, without reservation, and even her soul seemed to be saying, "Please possess me."

As the rhythm changed, Kimie Shimabukuro gradually opened up.

She no longer suppressed her voice, nor was she ashamed to express her feelings.

Those eyes, always filled with devotion, were now misty with tears, reflecting Yuzuru's figure, as if he were the only person left in her world.

"My Lord God... ah... please... please more..."

The priestess's sobs grew more urgent, like a butterfly drenched by wind and rain, yet in the throes of ultimate pleasure, it unfurled its most alluring wings.

Like a catalyst, it caused Yuzuru Hanyu to gradually lose control.

The temperature inside the shrine seemed to be rising, and the candlelight flickered more violently. Two figures could be vaguely seen embracing tightly, with Yuzuru holding the shrine maiden beneath him.

"Good boy, call my name."

Yuzuru coaxed, running his fingers through her sweaty hair.

"Kusun...Lord Kusunoki..." Shimabukuro Kimie sobbed as she obeyed, her eyes glistening with tears, looking both pitiful and adorable.

The title seemed to please Yuzuru, who leaned down to kiss away the tears at the corners of her eyes, becoming increasingly fierce. The shrine maiden soon lost the ability to speak coherently, only able to call his name intermittently, as if in the most devout prayer.

When the final moment arrived, Kimie Shimabukuro looked up and let out a long sigh.

Her body trembled slightly, but her eyes were full of happiness. Yu Sheng Nan gently stroked her hair, which was damp with sweat, and watched her slowly calm down in his arms.

"Are you tired?" he asked softly.

Shimabukuro Kimie shook her head, instead hugging him even tighter: "God... I can still..."

Yuzuru chuckled: "So greedy?"

"It's not greed..." Shimabukuro Kimie explained, blushing, "It's... wanting to serve you better..."

One can only truly appreciate the flavor of something after tasting its marrow.

The shrine maiden tasted the love from the gods, and even though her body was now soft and weak, her face flushed with the rosy glow of spring rain, and her eyes alluring, she still couldn't help but want more.

Being one with the deity would give her a feeling of being deeply loved.

The taste of love and desire is something even the gods cannot resist.

She was just a lowly priestess; it's understandable that she would succumb to such temptations.

Yu Sheng Nan looked at the lingering allure in her eyes, and the barely concealed greed that had just been satisfied and was now quietly resurfacing, and suddenly smiled.

He lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose, his voice filled with indulgence: "Little witch, you said it yourself."

A qualified deity does not merely accept faith; he must also respond to the prayers of his followers.

Moreover, fanatics should always be treated with some preferential treatment.

The chirping of insects outside the window had subsided at some point, leaving only the moonlight quietly flowing into the hall, falling on the two intertwined figures, as gentle as a dream from which they would never wake.