Chapter 591: 202. The Great God is angry, the kind that can’t be appeased. _3
Who knows whether it was intentional or accidental, countless blue bubbles woven by Divine Power wafted out from her black hair.
This stunning scene made the priestess look sacred, beautiful, and noble, as if a Goddess had descended.
Fujiwara Reya thought to himself, he must marry his senpai in this lifetime to have no regrets.
Hoshimi Rinko adjusted her crown and turned her lively eyes to Fujiwara Reya’s face: "The Great Tengu’s domain is the King’s realm; what about this mountain?"
"Oh, this is the domain of the Mountain God. The mountain you see is one of my true forms, my Sacred Mountain." Fujiwara Reya gently tugged her sleeve, assuming an obedient posture, "Don’t mind the Thunder God outside making a fuss; he can’t even break through my defense."
Hoshimi Rinko glanced at him indifferently: "Oh, so you are a Mountain God~"
The voice was as cold as the air in a freezer.
"..."
Fujiwara Reya gently shook her sleeve.
Hoshimi Rinko stood straight, stern-faced and silent, watching the shrine’s worship hall.
In the silence, they both heard the chirping of birds in the forest.
After a while.
"I’m sorry, senpai~~"
"Are you talking to me?"
"...Who else besides you?"
"How can I be worthy of speaking to a king."
"...Senpai, I’m sincerely apologizing."
"How could it be? You are entirely innocent; the one at fault is the pouty me." Hoshimi Rinko’s voice was crisp and cold, but her gaze was gentle.
"Fine, don’t be upset." Fujiwara Reya stepped back, facing her as he lifted his kingly robe, "Shall I prostrate myself for you? Will that do?"
"No, no, no, it should be me paying respect to the king." Hoshimi Rinko mimicked his actions, preparing to kneel.
"..."
Fujiwara Reya lowered his head a bit.
Hoshimi Rinko immediately bowed her head even lower, sarcastically remarking: "A king, huh? A true king should have a harem. It was my little temper. Please, don’t mind me."
"Can I really have a harem?" Fujiwara Reya was overjoyed.
Hoshimi Rinko’s expression turned icy in an instant, as she stomped on his foot: "What do you think?"
"See, you deceived me too." Fujiwara Reya straightened up, "We’re even."
"When it comes to playing tricks, you’re the expert." Hoshimi Rinko laughed, just raising her body, she found him gazing at her with a faint smile.
Only strands of bright sunlight separated their faces, his deep black eyes seemed ready to seize the soul of whoever locked eyes with him.
She couldn’t help but turn her eyes away.
Fujiwara Reya immediately moved his face in front of her line of sight, closely following her clear, water-like eyes.
"You know, the truth is too sharp, sometimes a little lie is fine." He held onto the small hand under her priestess robe sleeve, it was very delicate and soft, "If I had let you know from the start that I was a demon, what if you saw me as an enemy? Could we still read books and drink tea together?"
"I might have killed you outright." Hoshimi Rinko’s gaze was extremely cold.
"Lies, senpai would never disregard right and wrong." Fujiwara Reya felt the smoothness of her small hand.
"You might lack understanding of human women." Hoshimi Rinko glared at him, speaking coldly: "Love can turn even the most graceful woman into a reckless madwoman."
"Love?"
"...Sort of."
"Can you say it again?"
"How long do you intend to hold on?"
"Don’t change the subject!"
"Why are you smiling so smugly?"
"I thought of something happy, why are you so sensitive?"
"Can’t you see I find you annoying?"
"You’re just like the chairman, really."
"She’s my mom, isn’t it obvious?"
"Tsundere traits run in the family."
"Go to hell~"
The two bickered, but their hearts felt as comfortable as when they sat in the activity room together; like two people in love, stuck under a rain-soaked eave without an umbrella.
"Love certainly makes people lose their heads," Fujiwara Reya held her hand to his nose, inhaling, "For instance, without love, I truly can’t see how I could have held senpai’s hand."
The hand she was resting her chin on suddenly shot over and gave a karate chop to his ribs.
"Not painful one bit." Fujiwara Reya smugly hummed.
Hoshimi Rinko coldly laughed: "Looks like you’re hoping for a second lightning strike from me, eh?"
"No, this outfit looks so good on me, it’d be a shame to ruin it." Fujiwara Reya rested his hand on her slender, delicate waist, his gaze shifting to the Sacred Mountain, "This is the Mountain God’s sleeping chamber, take a closer look, get ready for the feeling of being the Mountain God’s Wife."
Hoshimi Rinko gave him a sidelong glance.
After two seconds of eye contact, she couldn’t help but slightly turn her face, her slender shoulders quivering. Seeing Fujiwara Reya holding her waist without letting go, she felt a bit shy and annoyed, raising her hand to slap his face lightly.
In the bright breeze, the young girl’s small hand felt weak.
"Deserved it!" Fujiwara Reya agreed.
"Turn the other cheek." Hoshimi Rinko said sulkingly.
Fujiwara Reya immediately turned his other cheek.
"Obedient enough." Hoshimi Rinko nodded, gently lowering her eyes.
This time, she didn’t hit again.
Retracting her hand, she said: "At this point, besides throwing a little tantrum, it seems I don’t have much of a choice..."
"Sure there is, become the Mountain God’s Wife, then we can go to Takamagahara together." Fujiwara Reya held her face on, inhaling her scent.
"Loosen up a bit..."
Hoshimi Rinko, face flushed, pushed his face away with her soft, delicate hand.
Fujiwara Reya took the opportunity to kiss her fingers lightly.
It tickled, and Hoshimi Rinko was startled, hurriedly pulling both hands back into her sleeve robe.
Fujiwara Reya tilted his head slightly, gazing at the crown on her head, and said with a smile: "Looks pretty good, once you’ve put it on, don’t take it off."