"So, I gave you all those days, and you just played around with them without bringing anyone back?"
Bishamonten looked at Kars and rolled her eyes after hearing his explanation.
"You can't blame me. Most of the yokai ran off to the Moriya Shrine. You didn't expect me to go there and kidnap people, did you? The local grass-roots yokai I found didn't want to come here. If they don't want to, I can't force them. We have relationships to maintain, after all."
Since those women had satisfied him so well, Kars had no reason to force them into a life of service at the temple. Even if that service involved sex, they were already getting that at home. Why work at someone else's place when they could play in the comfort of their own?
"You... sigh, forget it. Let's leave the matter for now."
Bishamonten decided to drop it. The Myouren Temple was already doing well enough. Having more yokai wasn't strictly necessary; she had only wanted them because the human girls couldn't handle the long "cock-cultivation" sessions. If she couldn't get yokai, she wouldn't push it.
She thought about annexing other yokai factions, but realized almost all of them were connected to Kars. It wouldn't be right to cause trouble.
When she turned to ask Kars more questions, she found he had already vanished. He was currently fucking a young woman who had come to the temple to pray. Other women were gathering around him, eager for a turn. The temple was soon filled with the sounds of lewd moans. When Kars finally left, the women were left lying naked in a heap, a beautiful and debauched sight.
"Hmph~ he enjoys himself so much but won't do any work. It's infuriating. If I knew, I would have kept him here to vent on me before letting him leave."
Bishamonten sighed.
Kars was walking through the Human Village, undecided on his plans for the day. Suddenly, he heard panicked screaming ahead. When he looked, he saw something truly bizarre.
A head was rolling down a sloped path, screaming its lungs out. Chasing after it was a headless body. Clearly, the rolling head belonged to that body.
"Does Gensokyo have Dullahan too?"
Kars reached out and caught the rolling head. It had red hair and a blue ribbon tied at the back. The head's eyes were spinning in dizzied circles.
"Ugh... so dizzy... finally, it stopped..."
"Are you alright?"
Kars's voice made Sekibanki snap out of her daze. Seeing the boy holding her head, she immediately put on a cold, aloof expression, looking like someone who was difficult to approach.
Internally, however, Sekibanki was dying of embarrassment. She had a high sense of self-esteem; being seen in such a pathetic state was a huge blow to her pride. If word got out, her image among humans and yokai would be ruined.
She had to make sure this kid kept his mouth shut.
"Hmph! I'm perfectly fine. But you, kid—do you realize you're in big trouble?"
"Me? What trouble?" Kars asked, amused. Was picking up a head a crime now?
"Of course. You don't know what I was doing. To just pick up my head like that... you've meddled in something dangerous. If you don't want anything bad to happen, you'd better do exactly as I say."
"Oh? But your head just fell off and your body was chasing it. It looked like you needed someone to pick it up. How is that dangerous?"
Sekibanki's cold mask crumbled. She began to stutter in embarrassment.
"M-my actions... are far beyond the understanding of a child your age! This... this is a secret passed down among my kind! I can't just tell you!"
Having convinced herself, she regained some composure. Her body caught up, took the head, and popped it back onto her neck. She quickly adjusted her cloak to hide her neck and the lower half of her face. Once she was "whole" again, her mysterious and aloof aura returned.
Kars found her fascinating. He bet fucking a yokai like this would be very interesting.