My Split Soul - Mind Baptism - Shrine maiden Jindai Yuika Chapter3 (Patreon)

The evening light in the shrine precincts illuminated the trembling fingers of Jindai Yuika as they touched the collar of her miko robes. Her faintly sweat-dampened skin was exposed, glowing softly in the twilight.

"Yes… I'll take off my clothes. For you, Master… I’ll do anything…"

Her voice trembled lightly, yet brimmed with conviction. Her fingers pulled smoothly at the ties, loosening the white underrobe at her chest.

"Surely… you already know why I adore you so? After all… you make me feel so… so good…"

The hem of her kimono slipped from her shoulders, revealing her upper body clad only in the sheer underrobe. The sensation of the clinging fabric only heightened her arousal.

"It's only natural that I accept this… As long as your split soul is inside me, I can’t resist. No—no, I don’t even want to resist anymore…"

Her hands paused at her obi, cheeks briefly flushing.

"Because… once someone experiences this pleasure, how could they not long to be yours? To be fulfilled so deeply… so perfectly… Nngh…"

The ties of her underrobe loosened further, the fabric slipping from her shoulders. Every time her bare chest peeked through, her breath caught faintly.

"Obeying your orders… is my joy. Letting myself become whatever you desire… why does it feel so… ah… so blissful…?"

At last, the last white cloth slid free, baring her fully to the dusk. The cool air grazed her skin, her nipples hardening instantly beneath it.

"See…? Your split soul has seeped… right into the deepest parts of me. Completely… utterly…"

She didn’t even feign covering herself—just smiled as she welcomed her Master's gaze. Not a trace of the shrine’s pure miko remained within her anymore.

"Is this enough for you? Or… do you want me… even more like this…? Because… if it's your command… I’ll—ah—"

Her thoughts dissolved into sweet haze once more, her body tingling warmly. The split soul pulsed within, a new wave of pleasure coursing through. Her eyes glistened, wearing an expression of perfect, unquestioning submission.

In the dimly lit inner chamber of the shrine office at twilight, the setting sun cast a long slanted shadow of Jindai Yuika across the tatami. Kneeling in seiza, her fingers teased the crimson hakama ties at her waist—their faint tremble clearly visible even in the fading light.

"The lower half as well… Of course, I accept. If it’s your wish to see, Master… I’ll show you every last part of me…"

The soft rustle of the hakama sliding down to her knees echoed in the quiet room. Beneath the hem of her white underrobe, the graceful lines of her legs emerged. The very body that had performed sacred rites that morning was now being offered for an entirely different kind of devotion.

"You ask… why I feel no shame undressing like this? Hehe… Because this body belongs to you, doesn’t it, Master? There’s nothing left… for me to hide from you…"

Though a small flicker of hesitation passed through her motions as she shed the underrobe, her gaze remained steady. If anything, there was something almost proud in her expression—as if this raw exposure only affirmed her surrender.

"Did the split soul change me…? No, Master. It simply… drew out my true self. This… longing to give you everything—nngh—every last piece of me…"

The final undergarment pooled onto the tatami, baring her completely. The sunset's glow traced the curves of her breasts, casting long shadows along the dip of her waist. The shrine maiden robes that once enveloped her now lay at her feet like faded relics of a former devotion.

"An hour ago… I could never have imagined myself like this. But now? I only wonder… why I didn’t meet you so much sooner…"

Her palm drifted up unconsciously to caress her own chest—a reflexive, needy gesture. Her skin already flared pink with arousal, her hips trembling faintly.

"Cold? No… Your gaze alone sets me ablaze. This… tickling, unbearable heat—it’s all from your indulgence…"

She adjusted herself on the tatami, knees pressed together—every motion now finely tuned to her Master’s pleasure.

"How far is too far? Master… you know I no longer think in those terms. The boundaries… I wanted them shattered from the beginning—haah—!"

Her hips jerked suddenly—another jolt of pleasure channeled through the split soul. Freed from the constraints of clothing, her body was impossibly sensitive. Fingers clutched at the tatami; toes curled wildly.

"Yes… any order you give. Because now? I’m simply… the happiest shrine maiden alive—hearing only your voice… obeying only you…"

The faint creak of shifting tatami echoed through the dim shrine office at dusk. Yuika Jindai’s knees slowly parted, lifting from the floor until her creamy skin, bathed in amber twilight, glowed like sacred relics upon the pristine mats—radiant, divine, yet utterly offered.

"Y-Yes… I’ll show you… all of me… ♡"

Her trembling fingers skimmed her inner thighs, mesmerized by their plush firmness under her own touch. As she spread herself wider, the toned lines of her thighs flexed, the finesse of a shrine maiden’s discipline now devoted to a far more profane rite.

"Aah… Look well, Master… The part of me that was most impure… now shines so beautifully because of you… ♡"

Between her parted legs, glistening in the low light, her folds bloomed—swollen lips already slick, the sinful contrast of her sanctity and raw debauchery only deepening the delirium.

"Fufu… Truly… is it lovely? That this place of mine… could drive you so wild… Ahhn! ♡"

Her fingertips traced her mound, shaping herself for him, presenting what she’d once guarded as holy. The very defiance of her shrine maiden’s modesty thrilled her.

"I swore vows to the gods… yet here I am, spreading myself open—Aahh—what a shameless miko I’ve become… ♡"

Her hips writhed, her entrance clenching needily as the split soul flooded her nerves, her sensitivity escalating.

"Even if you praise my ‘purity’… you won’t stop here, will you, Master? Since all of me… Nngh… belongs only to you… ♡"

Her eyes gleamed with obscene hunger as she arched into a deeper M-shape, gripping her ankles to pull herself open—a posture worthy of a whore, not a maiden. In this sacrilegious union of holiness and filth, her face bloomed with absolute rapture.

"I shouldn’t… and yet—Ah!—I’m happy… too happy to show you this depravity… Master…! ♡"

With those final moaned words, her hips jerked, her body shuddering in helpless delight.

"Yes… I offer it to the gods… I'll show you everything…♡"

In the dim shrine office bathed in twilight, Yuika Jindai's fingertips trailed down to her most sacred place. The only sound disturbing the ancient wooden hall was the slick, squishy noise of her fingers delving into wet, clinging flesh.

"Ahhn~♡ Just like an offering to the gods… I'll present myself… carefully… ♡ This place was… ngh… kept pure, forbidden for anyone to touch… yet now…"

With a lewd schlick, two fingers parted her soaked folds. The girl who once could never imagine exposing herself so shamelessly now—believed. Just as a shrine maiden surrenders everything to the divine, baring her body to her Master-God was the highest form of devotion.

"Mmph~♥ …pulse-throb~♡ Master, can you see? How deep inside… I'm twitching… s-so wet already… It's embarrassing… but I have to let you watch… ♡"

Her swollen folds clung to her fingers, strings of slickness glistening between them. Despite her dazed pleasure, she moved deliberately, slow—obeying the command not to climax, while turning even that denial into sweet torment.

"During rituals… I prayed with only the divine in mind… but now… ah!… I think only of Master, defiling myself… ngh! Because… you are my only god now… ♡"

Her thighs trembled, hips shuddering. The mere prelude had her this wrecked, long before the real ritual had even begun. (※The dominant act—like sacred matrimony with a god) And this humiliation, this disgrace—it intoxicated her.

"Fufu… hng~ ♡ Is it really… okay for me to do this? Before the gods… offering my lust to you—AHN! ♡ But… no… I mustn't come… right? Not until… Master permits it… so… I'll stay… just like this… ♡"

Her fingers slowed even more, squelching as arousal dripped onto the tatami. Denied release, she trembled on the edge, trembling with the pleasure of control—both the joy of perfect obedience and the thrumming desperation in her flesh.

"NHaaah~! ♡ …How do you find me, Master? So obedient… such a filthy shrine maiden… aren't I? Train me… more… ♡"

The twilight shrine office was filled with the slow, lewd sounds of squelching wetness. Kneeling on the tatami, Yuika Jindai's fingers relentlessly teased her glistening slit—squish, squelch—each plunge making her damp skin shine under the dim light. Not a trace of her sacred purity as a shrine maiden remained; only the sweat-slicked devotion to something far more profane.

"Nngh… slurp~♡ Like a sacred dance for the gods… please watch… my obscene display… Ah~! ♡"

The slick, slap of her fingers grew louder, faster, as her inner thighs glistened with arousal. Between her spread legs, the flushed pink folds glistened obscenely—each plunge of her fingers creating a vulgar melody echoing off the wooden beams of the sacred building.

"Ah! R-Really… in such a holy place… these sounds… Ahhh~! ♡ But I… I can't stop… not when Master wishes it… Haaah~!"

Her hips jerked violently, upper body swaying unsteadily as she knelt. Her fingertips found that spot, sending searing heat coiling up from her belly. Her shrine maiden sleeves were already in disarray, her pale skin fully bared.

"I-I'm coming again… this many… this many times… gods, forgive me… Hihk! ♡ No good… I'm… inside the shrine… Nnngh~! ♡"

Her back suddenly arched, body locking as tremors wracked her frame. The muscles at her thighs quivered visibly, her entrance clenching and pulsing, gaping obscenely for anyone to see.

"AAAAH—! Hyaaaahn!!~ ♡"

A gush of translucent nectar splashed onto the tatami in arcs—drip after drip—as if she were offering a libation to the gods themselves. Hips still trembling, she clenched around nothing, her asshole twitching in little aftershocks.

"Haa… haaah… ♡ I-I'm sorry… so much… I’ve dirtied… the sacred tatami… ♡"

Tears pricked her eyes, yet she didn’t stop, her fingers still rubbing slow circles even as her ruined cunt dripped, still spasming with oversensitivity.

"Master… even broken like this… every inch of me… is still yours… ♡ Look… see…"

With trembling fingers, she spread her flushed lips wider, exposing the twitching, overstimulated flesh within. Every pulse laid bare—the shrine’s holy air now mingling with her heated shame. And in that moment, she knew: there was no returning.

Yuika surrendered completely—body, soul—to this eternal sacrament of sin.