[Purification, Farting]
"The winning number is..! One! One! One! One! One! One!"
A young man blinked a little as he heard the sound of his crappy TV reading out the winning number. He had entered some sweepstakes earlier in the week with the last savings he had on him, because his life had really gone down the shitter.
Ironic, considering that he was currently busy polishing the marble throne that had seen way better days. But yeah, he had hoped that he could turn his life around with all the cash that he could win from these sweepstakes. What exactly would he do with all that cash? He wasn't sure. But besides, it couldn't have been right, it was probably just the TV glitching...
"Stupid..." The youth muttered as he kicked the side of his TV, causing it to jolt and jitter as it kept on showing the programme. Get his hopes up for a moment, why don't you-
"That's right! The winning number is One Hundred, Eleven Thousand, One Hundred and Eleven!"
His eyes widened. The host of the programme read it out properly. It wasn't just the numbers being repeated over and over. It really was that number. But... But that meant...
"W-Where is it, where is it!?" He frantically cried out as he started to dig through his couch. He had the ticket in his pocket before, but he had lost it. Which was why he hadn't been thinking that he could win. As long as he finds the ticket, then... then..!
As he was busy trying to reach under the mattress of his couch, something started to appear behind him. Something that started to prod him on the back...
Only to end up getting smacked in the head by a pillow as the youth suddenly whipped around, frightened out of his mind as he suddenly felt something that shouldn't be there. His face was bright red with desperation, and his stance was so awful that he immediately fell onto his couch after swinging around...
"You're lucky I'm a god, otherwise that would've hurt."
The young man blinked rapidly as he gazed upon the floating girl in front of him. It was a brown-haired girl with hair covering one of her eyes. a strange triangle attached to her head, and an arm wrapped in a cast and... A-And... W-Well, she kinda looked really dirty if he took a good look at her...
"O-Oh my god, there's a girl in my room!" The young man cried out as he tried to worm his way away from her. He was far, far too frightened by the prospect of sharing living space with a girl. He didn't even pick up on the fact that she had called herself a god...
The brown-haired 'god' sighed as she bonked him on the head with her bandage-covered forearm. "Listen to me, alright? I don't want to be here any longer than you do. But you're in big trouble, and I'm the one that has to deal with it. Losers like you aren't supposed to get that insanely lucky, you know."
Losers? Hearing her call him that chipped away at his heart, causing him to calm down. If only because he collapsed against his couch thanks to how much it hurt to hear that stuff...
"Yep, knew he'd react like that if I told it straight up. Definitely don't deserve that kind of luck." She said, dusting herself off slightly as she tried to sound like she was important. "Let's back up a bit then. I am Momiji. A Binbogami. And it's up to me to ensure that luck ends up where it belongs. And that kind of luck that you stumbled into? A loser like you isn't supposed to have it. That was supposed to be a starving family's ticket out of their hellhole, after they had worked so hard for a lucky break."
No matter how she explained it, the young man didn't feel any better. If anything, the insults and the way that she described that his luck wasn't meant for him... It didn't feel right at all. He had his lucky break too! Why wasn't he allowed to keep it..!?
"N-No. No no. You won't get it... You won't take it from me..!" The young man cried out as he tried to rummage under the mattress. He needed to get the winning ticket. It had to be here somewhere-
His eyes widened as he yanked it out from between the mattress and the back of the couch. There it was! The winning-
"Yoink."
Momiji snatched it from his hand like it was nothing. Not even tearing it in the process. Leading the young man's face to go from shocked, to furious, to desperate once again. There had to be something he could do to make her let go of the ticket. Something... Something..!
That's when he saw the bucket full of soapy water that he had been using to clean the toilet. He had just filled it up with a brand new batch, so it was as clean as it could be. He had no choice.
"L-let go of my winnings! They're mine! MIIIIINE!" He screamed in a frantic manner as he grabbed ahold of the soapy bucket and threw the contents at her. Not even caring if the ticket would get soaked in the process, he just wanted to stop her. He'd figure out the consequences of what he had done later, right now he just needed to stop her!
Momiji, god as she may be, was not omnipotent. So she tried to shield herself with her arms as all of that soapy water came her way, only for it to splash so hard onto her that she was swallowed by all the bubbles that started to form when it made contact with her...
"S-Serves you right!" The young man cried out, before his eyes darted towards the other cleaning products he had on hand. More soap! More shampoo! It was a longshot, but he really wanted her to let go. So he tossed everything even resembling a clean product at her. All to make her let go of the ticket... All so that he could have his winnings..!
The mess of bubbles only grew as he threw more and more cleaning products at the 'god'. Strange, wasn't she supposed to try and fight back? She wasn't much of a god if she was defeated by all of this stuff...
With that in mind, he filled up another bucket's worth of water, and splashed it onto the bubbly mess that Momiji had become. All so that he could try and see if he had gone overboard...
Instead of the dirty girl that had suddenly appeared in his room, he was greeted by an absolutely adorable girl. One that was shining from head to toe with purity, complete with a bright white smile. Not only that, but her dress sense had gone from kinda masculine to something a lot more... Feminine. How else was he supposed to describe that pearly white dress that actually accentuated her features, dainty as it happened to be?
"Goodness... Goodness, what was I doing..? I was trying to take away this poor young man's fortune, wasn't I..?" Momiji muttered in shock as she slowly lowered her hand, revealing the intact ticket. In fact, despite being splashed with an intense amount of water, it looked as if she was completely dry. Which just made her look that much prettier and pure...
The young man could feel his heart skipping several beats as he looked at Momiji after that. W... What had happened to the crude girl that had tried to take away his money? More importantly, if she was able to look this pretty, why hadn't she done so when she came here in the first place..? She... If she had been like this, he might've actually considered giving her the ticket...
"You look so shocked! I'm sorry, I didn't think I needed to explain how a Binbogami like me worked. A-Ahem." Momiji dusted herself off a little, trying not to focus on how much of the room around her needed to be cleaned. In fact, her pure mind simply didn't let her recognize dirty stuff like that. "Whenever a Binbogami is cleaned, their personality inverts and they lose their powers... S-So, for all intents and purposes, I'm, uhm... I'm stuck here with you. I think that's an appropriate punishment for what I tried to do..."
He quietly absorbed all of what she told him, all while taking the ticket from her hand as she offered it. "So... You're sorry for what you tried to do to me, yeah..?" He asked, and she started to nod and smile in turn. Well, if she was sorry for what she did, then... "You know, I don't think that's sorry enough. And since you're stuck here, you might as well be mine. That sounds good, doesn't it?"
It was very self absorbed of him to ask for her to be his. But at the same time, she had caused him a lot of trouble because of what she tried to do. So the purified Momiji smiled and nodded. "I'll do my best to take care of you! You'll never have to worry about anything ever again!"
Heh. Not only had his luck turned around, but now he had a girl to take care of him. Sweet.
Nothing could go wrong from then on...
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"You really shouldn't be eating so many chips, it's not good for you."
The young man narrowed his eyes as Momiji nagged at him again. She was pure and sweet, yes, but she was arguably too pure. She always had something to say about his worse habits, trying to make him better like she was. Not a fan. Not a fan at all.
At least she gave good massages. It almost made the constant complaining worth it, causing him to close his eyes as he felt her fingers work their magic...
The rest of his apartment looked great too. He had gotten her to help him clean, and made sure to keep her clean after being exposed to some of the dirty stuff. Didn't want her to start turning back, because then she'd steal his winnings again...
"Goodness, your hair's really dirty. When's the last time you washed it?" Momiji said as she took note of his extremely oily hair, something that he had made sure to help her avoid. So seeing him this dirty didn't feel right. He shouldn't put her cleanliness ahead of hers!
The young man simply shrugged his shoulders. That stuff didn't matter to him. So what if he was a bit dirty? He was going to be a multi-millionaire later. Then he could do what he wanted. Because as long as he had money, everyone was bound to listen to him. Heh. He already had good plans for his former friends... And if those conspiracy theories he had read about online were right, he could make a couple of the girls from his class turn into 'good girls' just like Momiji...
Hehe... Ehehehe... It was a perfect plan. Just perf-
"There we go!"
His thoughts were knocked off track, all thanks to the bucket's worth of soapy water that splashed onto his head. And before he had a chance to properly register what had just happened, he found his scalp being massaged and toyed with by Momiji's delicate hands...
The more that she washed his hair, the more he could feel parts of his brain getting messed with. The more she let all of that soap soak into him, the more his dirty thoughts and plans for his classmates started to wash away. All of the filthy stuff that he probably should be ashamed of thinking about, all of it simply going away the more she did this...
All while she simply whistled as she did it, because why would she ever think that being clean was a bad thing? She didn't know that being washed like this was able to convert others into pure people just like her. Nor that it was a secret power that the Binbogami had, just in case they ran into situations where they were made pure thanks to somebody washing away all their filth...
As she started to dry his hair with the very cheap hair dryer that he had bought for her, to make sure that she stayed nice and clean too, she was shocked to find how pure he was. He had turned extra sparkly and pretty too, and his hair had turned an incredibly pretty shade of platinum blonde!
"Goodness... What was I doing, Momiji?" He even sounded like a good boy, genuinely concerned for the girl that he had been taking advantage of. Naturally! He felt bad for having done all of this to her, all in the name of his selfish desire to get back at her.
Momiji chuckled and pecked him on the cheek. "Oh, don't worry about it. I just wanted to make it up to you for what I had done wrong!" She chimed, not seeing anything bad in the way he had carried himself. Even if she had wanted to clean him several times, with his oily hair being the straw that broke the camel's back.
Hearing her immediately forgive him for everything that he had done really hurt him. So much so that when he heard the doorbell ring, right around the time where his winnings would arrive, he nodded and breathed a sigh of relief...
"I've decided. I don't plan on taking these winnings, Momiji. There are so many that deserve their blessing more than me. So I'll be donating it all to charity. The homeless, the poor, the people that go hungry every day, they'll all have the chance for warmth for the next little while!" It was a small gesture, and he had to work hard to be able to keep saving the innocent that needed help more than he needed money. But it was a start.
Momiji swooned and sighed over the way that he changed his motive. It was so pure! She was so happy hearing that from him. If only she had gotten that idea herself, she would've suggested it to him! Not that she was sure that he would have agreed to the idea before, but it was good that he was doing it now!
As he walked out to discuss his plans with the people that were delivering his winnings, she noticed a bag of trash that had been neatly tied up in the corner of the room. Right, the garbage still needed to be taken out for the day. She had been so busy cuddling him in bed the night before that she had forgotten something so simple!
She picked up the bag of trash, and started walking outside. All so that she could put it away like the good girl she was...
Or so she would've. If not for her foot twisting at just the wrong moment. An unlucky accident that led to her tripping onto her ass, and the bag of trash to go flying into the air...
And slam right back down onto her. Spreading all of the stinky, awful trash onto the binbogami. Smearing it in, ruining all of the cleanliness that her man had struggled to keep perfect...
Leading to Momiji letting out a frustrated sigh as she threw everything off her, completely back to normal. Personality and all. "What the hell was I doing..?" She muttered, rubbing her head. It took a moment for all the pure memories to soak in, and when she realized what she had been doing...
She immediately darted out towards the entrance to the young man's apartment. Where he had just closed the door, beaming as he had done a good deed...
A good deed that landed him on the floor below. He didn't have the chance to react to what Momiji was doing before he found himself sat on, her swampy ass far too dirty for a pure boy like him. How had she suddenly turned so dirty-
*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*
His pure thoughts were kicked off the tracks as he was forcibly marked by her incredibly stinky fumes. Her exhaust pipe was covering him in as much of her farts as it could possibly manage...
All while Momiji let out a sigh of sweet, sweet relief. All of that dirty gas? Made of all the good deeds she had done while she was pure. That shit wasn't good to keep around inside of a Binbogami. They'd end up completely weird in the head if they let themselves get consumed by purity like that...
It also just felt good to fart again. After she had been so pure, so careful, so dainty... Being crass and rude and gross just felt right. Maybe she shouldn't be thinking too much about how good it felt, because then she would notice the wet spot forming between her thighs...
"Mmmmph... Damn, that felt good..." Momiji sighed as she slowly pulled herself off the young man. Grinning as she saw how he had been turned back to normal by her fart... If not worse, given the oily film that seemed to cover his body. Ah well, he was a loser anyway. Looking even more like one wouldn't change that much about him.
But she wasn't done with him. She grinned as she grabbed him by the collar. "Alright, loser. You're going back with me. You might've fixed some of your luck by giving away your prize, but you've still gotta pay for turning me into... THAT. Especially since you're not HER. If she had been the one to do it, then maybe I would've cut her some slack. But you, loser? You're in for a world of filth and bad luck!"
The young man got dragged off for his efforts. His bad luck finally came back to bite him, all because he tried to avoid it...
All because he tried to mess with a Binbogami...