Sacrificial Skin Miko

"Hey, why don't you become a leather shrine maiden?

"Kosa SuzukiSuzuki Kosacalled out to me.

Kosa is the daughter of a small shrine in the mountain town where we live. A skin shrine maiden is a young boy who is offered as a sacrifice to the god enshrined by the shrine at the autumn festival.

I don't know why a boy is being offered as a skin 'priestess'.

The etiquette of Shinto rituals is strictly confidential. Not only the people involved in the shrine, but also the people who experienced the skin shrine maiden never talk about the details, and the townspeople don't even try to ask.

Of course, it wouldn't really be a sacrifice――probably. Otherwise, there is no way that the Shinto ritual will continue in this era of Reiwa, regardless of the Edo period.

However, a tradition that has been handed down unbroken without being told in detail.

Everyone who was born and raised in this town has accepted it as an annual event that a boy of his age is selected every year at this time to participate in a Shinto ritual as a skin shrine maiden.

"Eh... but why me?"

That's because I wasn't born and raised in this town, I transferred to another school this spring.elsewhereotherbecause he is a person For some reason, I thought that the ones who were chosen as skin shrine maidens were genuine locals.

"It doesn't matter."

When I asked that question, Kosa said bluntly without raising an eyebrow. "

It seems that the boy who first became a skin shrine maiden wasn't a local girl . " In the old days, when boys were really sacrificed, not local children, but children brought from other places would have been sacrificed. Once it became a ritual rather than an actual sacrifice, it became acceptable to use a local boy as a sacrifice. Probably, it must be so. With that thought in mind, I thought it might be a good idea to accept the role of the skin shrine maiden as a sacrifice. As if to push my back, Kosa continued to speak. "But I didn't choose you because I was a transfer student. I chose you because you are . " No, because of his usual expressionless expression, those words stuck in my heart. To say the least, Kosa is a beautiful girl. Among the girls in the country town in the mountains, she is not that kind of girl, but she stands out with her beauty even in the city. She could be a model or an actress if she was a little more expressive. Such a beautiful girl chose me. She even said that the reason was because I was me. There's no way I wouldn't be soaring because I'm old enough to be a skin shrine maiden. "all right……"

Looking back at Kosa who was staring at me, I nodded and answered.

"I'll do it. I'll become a leather shrine maiden."

The day of the autumn festival has come.

"Welcome back."

Could it be Kosa's father? A middle-aged man in a Shinto priest's costume greeted me with an unflinching attitude.

And in the back of the precincts, in a small shrine behind the main shrinelureInvitationcormorant.

"First of all, please take off your clothes and cleanse yourself." " Eh... but how?"

Treating me respectfully is a response as a leather shrine maiden.

In other words, it is also a ritual.

Thinking about that, I was waiting in a shrine about 2 meters square, and three shrine maidens in white robes and scarlet hakama appeared, each with their own luggage.

The first shrine maiden was holding a white pot.

The 2nd and 3rd people are divided into front and back, and the white wood box is about 50 centimeters in height and width.

I carefully placed the box on a shelf that was about waist high, and the shrine maiden turned to face me. "

Please take off your clothes. " "Please take off your clothes." His tone was still polite, but this time it was a little louder. Hearing those words, I felt a strong will to not forgive her until she took them off, and I was overwhelmed. "Please take off all your underwear . " There is nothing to be ashamed of. " However, I still feel a strong will from the three shrine maidens.

"Wow, I understand..."

I answered and took off my pants.

"Excuse me."

The shrine maiden who was holding the white pot poured the liquid inside of it on me.

She screamed in surprise, but she was by no means cold.

It smells sweet. Slightly sticky to the touch. " Is

this...? " If so, it's a bit complicated. However, it seems that the purification ceremony is over. "Then, after we leave, open the lid of the box and take a peek inside. By doing so, the ritual of the leather shrine maiden will be held without a hitch. " Come on, I'm left alone.

"Phew..."

I let out a sigh and looked at the plain wooden box on the shelf.

The contents are probably the object of worship of this shrine.

And that is something that not only shrine maidens, but even Shinto priests are not allowed to see. The only thing that can only be seen by the skin shrine maiden of that year.

That's why the priest treated me, who was chosen as a leather shrine maiden, with an attitude that didn't put me down. Even the shrine maidens were always using honorifics to me. Everyone called me the leather shrine maiden "sama".

(But...)

Then a curiosity was born inside me.

(Why is it that only Kosa didn't add "sama" to her, and she was called "skin shrine maiden"?) While

I was wondering about that, another question arose.

(Why doesn't Kosa show up?)

I don't know. I don't know, but if I open the box and see what's inside, the ritual ends.

If you have any concerns, you can ask Kosa later.

With that in mind, I walked over to the box.

"Phew..."

I exhaled again, opened the lid, and peered inside--.

"Hmm!?"

Something popped out and stuck to my face.

"Hmmm!?" Blinded her, stopped her breathing, and hurriedly reached out her hand to tear it off her face.

But just before my hand touched it, something grabbed her arm.

Something stuck not only to my arms, but also to my chest, stomach, waist, legs, and the front of my body.

Then, from the feet upwards, it wraps around the back of the body.

And when my arms were wrapped up to the middle of my back, the object stuck to my face peeled off.

"Buha!" Instantly, I can breathe again.

At the same time, the field of vision is also restored.

When I did, I could see red fleshy tentacles protruding from the object that was sticking to my face.

"Huh...!?"

Surprised, I let out a short scream, and the object turned around—I thought it would turn around because when it flipped over, there was a human face there.

And what is that face?

"Ko, Kosa!?"

That face was that of the beautiful girl who invited me to be a leather shrine maiden.

"Why...?"

I don't even know what I was trying to ask.

And Kosa never answered that question.

"Ufufu..."

I couldn't see Kosa's face just because of her mysterious smile, and her tentacle face turned to me again.

Right after that, the back of the thing covering my body was closed.

What used to be halfway down my back is now up to my shoulder blades. Go further, to just below your neck.

"No!"

All I could do was shout.

When I barely put my hand on the tentacle that was approaching my face, the freedom of my body stopped working.

I can't move my legs. I can't even move my arms. From the place covered by something like a membrane, the freedom of the body is taken away.

And with the exception of his face and head, his body was completely covered—. "Stop it... ugh!?" Just when I realized that it was a particularly thick tentacle extending from the tentacle surface, it penetrated deep into my mouth. "Ngunmumu!" I could only let out a muffled moan, but the tentacle approached my face. "Mmmmmmm (stop it!)!" The voice **** was nothing more than a muffled groan, and the mask stuck to the face again. Tentacles enter the nostrils. But for some reason, this time it didn't hold my breath. Its tentacles reach the throat through the nasal cavity. Still, for some reason it didn't vomit, and the tentacles penetrated deep into the body from there, into the respiratory tract. The tentacles filling the mouth also grew further and entered the esophagus. On top of that, tentacles invade from my ears. I don't know what's going on, but it's coming in deeper from my ears. By that time, my whole body was covered, but at the same time, I was attacked by a situation that made me unable to pay attention to it. A thin tentacle also penetrated the anus. "Mmmm!?" I groaned in surprise, and the tentacles grew thicker as if prying open my anus. In that state, the tentacles penetrate deep into the intestines. At the same time, from the tip of the penis, tentacles also penetrated the urethra. "Mmmm!?" I was even more surprised, but for some reason I didn't feel any pain. It is then.

"The reason why you don't feel pain or pain is because you were under my control, both physically and mentally. "

"You already have your respiratory system controlled by tentacles that have entered through your nose, your digestive system controlled by tentacles in your mouth and anus, your reproductive organs controlled by your urethra, and your brain controlled by tentacles that have entered through your ears.

" The reason why I believed without doubting a story that didn't exist was because I had that feeling.

Or maybe it was because he was so controlled that he couldn't even question it.

In any case, I accepted unreasonable domination without being surprised, uneasy or angry.

"You, who are all under my control, share all your memories, sensations, and thoughts with me."

Just as she said, memories of Kosa flowed into her head. I felt my memories flowing into Kosa.

Kosa was the object of worship of this shrine, and the god itself that was enshrined.

Originally, it was a type of monstrosity that existed only in the skin of a beautiful girl. She was given a boy who was taken over by the residents, and with her supernatural powers, she protected the area as a skin shrine maiden.

A loyal boy has an optimal height and physique. However, since a growing boy grows larger than his skin in one year, a new sacrifice is prepared every year.

The boy who experienced being a skin priestess doesn't talk about the details of her experience because it's common knowledge shared by the locals. Because I don't need to say it.

or--.

I felt like Kosa grinned when I understood that with the memories that flowed into her.

"I'll give you the best pleasure in return for borrowing my body for a year."

Immediately after Kosa spoke directly to my brain, a numbing sensation was born in my crotch.

It's like a girl being gently stroked through a cleft entrance.

Just as she gasped sweetly in her head at her pleasure, something invaded there.

No, it's the anus and urethra that are actually being abused.

What I'm feeling right now is a pseudo-pleasure that's been transformed in my controlled brain.

However, the pleasure is an overwhelming thing that I have never tasted before.

"I'll give you the pleasure of a girl. The supreme pleasure that a boy's body can't experience in a lifetime."

That's why I understood that the pleasure I was being given was the pleasure of a girl that Kosa's body remembered.

(Possibly...)

The reason why experienced skin shrine maidens don't talk much is because they really wanted to keep the memories of this pleasure to themselves.

Or are you too embarrassed to talk about how the girl's pleasure kept making you muddy?

A great joy that makes me think so attacks me.

In her head - which was already under the control of Kosa - she moaned in a helpless voice.

However, my appearance, which was already in the form of Kosa, did not pant or writhe.

I, who is at the mercy of girls' pleasure, is trapped in my skin, and Kosa with a straight face welcomes the shrine maidens.

By their hands, she is dressed in a matching shrine maiden outfit.

And so, the ritual of the skin shrine maiden was carried out without incident, and a year of symbiosis with Kosa began.

The life of a sacrificial shrine maiden, intoxicated with pleasure and kept melting.

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