Rita toyed with the magatama in her hand, her expression strange. Under Rita's threats, this tsukumogami had told her all about its origins and abilities. But... Rita was feeling a little troubled now...
Why wasn't I a boy right now...
This was practically the perfect tool for men! Though first, you had to be able to control it instead of letting it control you.
This tsukumogami had been created over a hundred years ago. At first... it had been a personal belonging of a priest. That priest was no good person. Though he could not be called utterly evil, he was still the kind of lecherous bastard who deserved to be shot dozens of times.
He worshipped an evil god that did not exist at all. Still, the priest had some ability, and through a series of despicable methods, he had made something of a name for himself. Using his status as a priest... who knew how many innocent unmarried girls he had ruined.
Under the pretense of purifying evil energy and driving away monsters, he did unspeakable things. More terrifyingly... under his brainwashing and hypnosis, the victims had done so willingly.
That magatama had always been worn by the priest, and he had never taken it off—not even when doing those sorts of things.
Even after the priest died, the magatama remained with his corpse.
A century later... the magatama had unexpectedly become a tsukumogami. The intelligence born within it was intimately tied to that priest. Perhaps even the priest's soul had merged with it.
Because it was temporarily unable to take human form, this tsukumogami could only possess others. Its ability allowed its host to gain spiritual power by replenishing mana with pure, high-quality members of the opposite sex.
It decided how that spiritual power would be