Seishindoubutsu shrine in Tottori prefecture had been abandoned for decades now. When something lays still for that long, it's only natural that people are going to conjure up some tall tales about it. Young children and the elderly warned of yokai, but those coming into adulthood were getting their stories from the Internet, which had a different spin on it.
It was a 50/50 split between accounts of real-life murders and rapes, and the endless deluge of mary-sue creepypastas. Forum-goers were just as split in their responses——clutching horror or cackling disbelief dotted message boards.
Hayate was freshly 18 at the time and wasn't convinced. "It's all nonsense," he would say, sternly as ever to his friends. So they would egg him on, in school and out, festival after festival. Eventually, they told him it was time to put up or shut up, and he relented. He was going to set foot in the vacated shrine at midnight.
He approached sheepishly, his hesitation only inviting more scolding from his peers, but soon he was firmly inside the shrine grounds. The rustle of leaves and the howl of the wind multiplied his heartbeat and chattered his teeth. Decayed wooden beams cut into the deep azure night sky. Cracked tiles littered the ground. He noticed a mound of trash on the ground. It made him cringe.
In that moment, a voice broke through the night: "Are you here to add to the pile?" It was a shrine-maiden, fully garbed and illuminated in blue, hovering a bit off the ground. Hayate nearly jumped out his skin. "Who are you?!" he asked, but she responded with "Are you another evil man sent to tarnish this shrine even further?" Hayate was speechless, so she continued. "If you're not a man, then you must be an evil spirit! I've guarded this shrine for centuries and I'm not about to let you make a mess out of it!" Hayate blinked. "A mess? What do you mean? It's already rotting——"
His sentence ended as he was abruptly launched forward, zooming towards her until they were an arms length apart. "Don't underestimate me just because I'm a girl," she snarled. "And don't insult my home." With that, her face relaxed into a surly grin as her Hakama disappeared in an instant, followed by the rest of her clothes. Only her fundoshi, tabi, and bell collar remained, the latter bouncing in step with her perky breasts as she dropped from her levitation.
Hayate was pulled between his fear and his hormones. He wanted to run, but his body was stiffened, more in some parts than others... His yukata bulged tightly at the sight of her. The shrine-maiden's breasts were perfectly round and supple, and her hips were so wide and meaty, not like the skinny girls at his school. He had only seen women like this in JAVs——"if it even is a woman," he thought.
"Ah! Revealing your weak point so soon, evil spirit? The lower half of his yukata magically parted and sent his cock bouncing upwards from the sheer tension. She plopped down onto her knees with a dull slap. The thickness of her legs was audible. Her lips pressed against his member with great concentration. She was relaxed but also forceful in her approach, never dropping her sly smile even as his cock slid down her throat. Hayate couldn't control himself. He moaned in ecstasy with each movement of her head. The jingle of her collar punctuated the roaring waves of pleasure she was giving him. In and out. In and out. The soft lubricated feel of her mouth caressed his dick as her tongue slid effortlessly around it. Each pump of her head seemed to only yield more and more suction until she mercifully released to catch a breath. "Someone so weak in spirit has guts walking right into my home." She wrapped her arm under him, pulling his body closer. He pleaded, interrupted. "I don't know what you mean! I'm not——AH!" She pressed her lips on the head of his penis again.
"These juicy little things have a big load inside them, right? They're so big and hefty. Since the rest of your form is so small, this must be where you store your evil energy. Don't worry though, I'll purify you, spirit!" Her long tongue came snaking out as they wrapped around his balls. Though he disgusted her in a way, she couldn't help but become addicted to his girthy cock. Her face had already reddened and drool was positively pouring out of her mouth, evenly coating his now slippery junk.
"And now, my finishing move! Suck of 1,000 Gales!" With one swift motion, she bobbed in and out with a force Hayate couldn't anticipate, and he finally relented. His semen gushed down her throat with the speed of a river. She happily drank all of it, not wanting the evil energy to escape elsewhere, but suddenly she stopped and pulled away. The last bit of his cum fell to the cracked ground as she took her last gulp. "Oh no! What have I done! Your sperm is white! You're not evil! You're pure of heart!"
Embarassment made her face flush red even more as she hastilly teleported her clothes back on. "I'm so sorry, you must leave here and never come back!" With that, she pushed him, just barely, which sent him careening magically out of the shrine. Hayate blacked out. When they found him, his friends were gathered around, staring at his cum-covered legs and snickering at his exposed crotch. As he came to he could only hear them yelling in the distance: "Me next! I want to go! No, me next!"