Katami

I sigh as the evening comes, and I hear the shrine visitors chatter as they start to head home. It's late in the year, and it starts getting a bit cold earlier in the day, not that it stops some people... There had been another 'ceremony' for my favour today, inside the shrine no loess, and the floor is sticky with mixed sexual fluids.

"How did it come to this..." I sigh as I hear it grow quiet outside. "Damn kids with their sex drives, using my blessing as an excuse to do that in my shrine, bloody perverts..." I mutter to myself as footsteps approach outside.

As the door to the shrine opens, I subconsciously lift my legs, curling my knees beneath my chin as I hold them and float in the air, watching the usual shrine assistant lean down and clean up the mess on the floor.

"Thanks for your service, as always," I murmur as I watch you, knowing you can't hear me.

I frown as I stand in my shrine. It's night, the shrine grounds are empty, and the assistant who usually cleans my shrine had entered himself, and seems to be having some kind of mental break. I watch as you furiously masturbate to the thought of the kids who constantly had sex here.

I listen to you complain to yourself about their behaviour, about your frustration regarding it, and being alone. Despite my annoyance and embarrassment as I glance down at you openly stroking yourself, I can't help but relate a little. I float over so that we're eye level, and make myself visible as I stay at your side.

"Oi, hurry up and cum already," I mutter, as I wonder just why exactly I'm making myself known to this pervert.

I'd re-entered my shrine in the night after attending the local spirit conference, only to find you masturbating furiously. After getting over my embarrassment, I find a twisted kinship in our shared loneliness and frustration as I hear you complain about the horny couples always having here, there and everywhere on the shrine grounds.

Against my better judgement, I make myself known to you, and at your pleas, I let you use me as material for your masturbation, changing my clothes to those more suitable for a modern young woman. I try to lay down the ground rules, only to find your face buried under my skirt, panting against my panties.

"Hey!" I squeal as I grab your head with an angry blush, trying to push you away. "Wait a minute, you damn horny bastard!" I yell, legs kicking either side of you, but I can feel my heart pounding with exhilaration, my mind trying to fight back the urge to give into the frustrations I feel after watching those kids fuck day in day out.

"Damn it," I mutter as I float around the interior of the shrine, and watch a new couple slip in through the back entrance. I can already tell from their expressions that they plan on going all the way. I back into the corner, leaning away with a blush as they by chance approach me, the girl bent over my body as I shrink down toward the floor. They can't see or touch me unless I make them, but I can't help but try to move out of the way subconsciously, my face bright red.

"Damn perverts," I murmur as I watch them from the corner of my eye, hearing their giggles as the girl's skirt is flipped up. "Have some respect..."

I kick my feet idly as I sit on a bench in town, disguised as an average girl, in a regular cutesy top, skirt and sandals. In a bout of frustration, I'd revealed myself to someone at my shrine and, well... Now we're dating. It's a holiday at another local shrine, so there's little chance of anyone coming to mine, and I'd come far too early to our meetup spot. Now, I just had to wait, hands twiddling anxiously in my lap as I blush.

"I'm like a lovestruck schoolgirl..." I murmur to myself with a pout as I summon my divine hand mirror and comb, playing with my hair. Despite my somewhat terse attitude, I can't stop the small smile from pushing its way onto my lips as my heart thumps in anticipation.