Chapter 322
"Oh?"
Hearing Miroku's words, Sora furrowed his brows slightly.
Miroku meant that as a Priestess serving the gods, she naturally had to preserve her purity for the divine.
That was not a problem… it was right for Priestesses to remain chaste.
But combined with the previous statement, it felt a bit off.
Sora had a feeling that the 'god' Miroku was referring to was him.
Not understanding, he simply asked: "What do you mean?"
"That is to say, Soul King-sama, the lineage of Priestesses to which I belong was tasked with guarding the evil entity Moryo and were part of the Underworld Faction."
"Now that Soul King-sama has transformed the Underworld into the Soul Society, this lineage of shrine maidens naturally now serves and honors Soul King-sama as our sovereign!" Miroku explained.
"I see..." Sora found it both laughable and unexpected.
He never imagined that after remembering the issue of the Land of Demons and coming to see the monster here, he would instead receive a lineage of Priestesses!
However, Priestesses, as intermediaries between humans and gods, were a unique Ninja World's feature, and he could give it a try.
"Alright, I acknowledge you, Miroku."
Sora said casually.
Simultaneously, the moment these words left his mouth, a mysterious and deep connection was established between him and Miroku.
Instantly, everything about Miroku appeared before Sora.
Now, Sora could freely manipulate Miroku through this connection, making her live or die as he wished.
He could even perform operations like those in hentai worlds… hypnosis, cognitive modification!
This feeling also struck Sora as incredibly wondrous.
"Oh, so this is what having a shrine maiden feels like?" Sensing this thing comparable to a slave mark in novels, Sora was very curious.
Action followed thought. Moryo could wait… he was quite interested in this Priestess.
Approaching Miroku, he gently lifted her smooth chin. Sora smiled peculiarly and asked: "You said you need the Divine Lord to help you bear the next Priestess, right?"
"Yes, Soul King-sama!" Miroku replied softly and obediently.
"As a Priestess, serving the gods is my fundamental duty. If Soul King-sama, beyond this duty, would also bestow upon Miroku a Priestess descendant to inherit the throne of the Land of Demons, that would be wonderful!"
"That's possible." Feeling Miroku's attitude, Sora nodded.
Sora continued: "I'm a bit curious. Some say Priestesses are just a special profession with a different coat of paint, so many Priestesses possess special skills."
"Is that true?"
"Of course not!" Miroku shook her head: "However, the matter of Priestesses serving gods was indeed real in past eras!"
"Pure maidens offering everything to the gods, allowing the gods to use and toy with them as they pleased… that was the convention!"
"It's just that in the previous era, the gods disappeared. But now that the gods have returned, naturally the convention must be restored!"
"So, Soul King-sama, please do not spare me!" Miroku said softly to Sora.
"Alright, alright!" For meat delivered to his doorstep, Sora had absolutely no reason to refuse.
Sora placed his hand on Miroku's head.
…
Three days later.
Taking Miroku, who had finally managed to compose herself, Sora saw the sun outside the Priestess Palace once more.
It must be said, compared to Mei and the others, Miroku was, in a real sense, Sora's first encounter with a mature woman, a lady in her late twenties, an older sister archetype.
And it must be said, such an older sister was truly a ripe peach, moist, delicious, and overflowing with juice when eaten.
Sora was very satisfied with these past few days of divine service.
What was even more peculiar was that it seemed whatever a god did to a Priestess truly didn't count as defilement.
After receiving the divine favor, Miroku's aura remained as pure as ever! It was just that, in addition to the purity, her thoroughly developed body swayed precariously, like a fruit in midsummer.
Looking at Miroku, Sora finally understood what it meant for youth and allure to coexist.
Clad in shrine maiden robes, Miroku was like one of those forbidden succubus nuns from the internet!
However, after several days of pleasure, Sora did not forget to deal with Moryo.
Led by Miroku, Sora arrived at a valley.
"Is this the sealing site of Moryo?" Sensing a Reiatsu in the valley similar to that of a Hollow, Sora said with wonder.
"That's correct. This is the location of the Moryo's sealing!" Miroku replied softly.
"Soul King-sama, shall we release the seal now?"
"Of course, release it. Let me see what this Moryo is like."
Casually speaking, Sora conjured a stool and sat down.
Before Sora, Miroku began her operation.
Then, after a series of dazzlingly fast hand gestures, spiritual power surged around her. Miroku chanted clearly: "Release!"
In the void, a pattern of mysterious patterns spread.
"Kekekekeke, Miroku, so you've finally come to your senses!"
A wild, arrogant laugh echoed.
Following that, a mass of pitch-black, negative Reiatsu polymer appeared before the two!