"...Ugly, rustic, I won't have it." Hoshimi Rinko's voice turned soft and shy, with a slight hoarseness, "I'm a miko, I won't mix with a yokai leader like you..."
"It's okay, I'll become a real god soon anyway."
Fujiwara Reya wrapped both arms around her waist, outlining her slender and graceful form.
Hoshimi Rinko's heart pounded, her small fists raised, pounding his chest like soft snowflakes. Her slightly angry face, beautiful and captivating maidenly charm, made one wish to hold her like this forever.
"When we get to Takamagahara, I'll snatch Amaterasu's golden crown corona for you," Fujiwara Reya whispered mysteriously in her ear, "and if that's not enough, I'll grab her whole outfit for you to wear."
Hoshimi Rinko was dumbfounded, looking incredulously at this yokai leader who dared to have such crooked thoughts towards the supreme god.
