The wedding procession stayed one day at the guesthouse before the ceremony proceeded as scheduled.
The weather was pleasant — not gloomy or overcast, with almost no clouds, giving the day a refreshing feel that lifted everyone’s spirits.
The only thing Kichou found difficult to get used to was the cold air of this country.
It was probably due to the cold currents blowing in from the east of the Night Kingdom.
This region had originally been the Land of Crystal — a land where winter lasted year-round — but was now part of the Night Kingdom.
The warriors had been defeated and subjugated, yet they had become one of the pillars of the newly founded nation.
The capital, Yomi Castle, was located on the former border between the Land of Waterfalls and the Land of Crystal.
Perhaps due to the lingering influence of the Land of Crystal’s climate, winter arrived quite early here.
“I’m not used to the cold.
Will it get even worse from now on…?”
Kichou was dressed in an exquisitely luxurious furisode kimono.
In contrast to her previous simple white attire, it was now adorned with countless precious ornaments she had never seen before.
Kichou instinctively stepped back.
The Land of Fire also had winter, but temperatures never dropped this much in September.
She unconsciously gripped the inner fabric of her sleeve.
It was soft, comfortable, and slightly warm.
This wedding dress had been meticulously tailored and sent by the Shogun.
The silk used was of the highest quality — something she had never been able to obtain in her lifetime.
She had seen weddings in her own clan before.
The wedding attire used there was made of quite coarse material — simply stitched together from rough cloth.
Wealthier people sometimes used silk, but generally the texture was not very pleasant.
But what she was wearing now was different.
No matter how much she touched it, it felt as beautiful as a young girl’s skin.
Even while wearing it, she did not actually feel cold.
It was only her heart that made her think so.
“Are you treating me like a puppet?”
She had heard that the Shogun of the Night Kingdom was a puppeteer.
Did he have some strange or perverted fetish?
Kichou harbored malicious suspicions in her heart.
She had previously escorted nobles together with her clan members, and all she could say was that those nobles were exactly the kind she had imagined.
They all had greasy complexions, large heads, and large ears.
They liked dressing young girls in various cute outfits, playing dress-up with them, and indulging in sensual pleasures day and night.
“Lady Kichou, please give your orders.”
The two branch family girls standing beside Kichou were also dressed in fine formal attire, serving on either side of the main family’s daughter.
Perhaps having overheard Kichou’s muttering, one of them unconsciously asked the question.
“It’s fine, Aoi.
I’m just not used to the climate here.
It’s a little cold, isn’t it?”
Kichou looked at the branch family girl beside her and answered with a smile.
No matter how many complaints or grudges she held, one should face life with a smile.
After all, crying would not change anything, so it was better to smile more.
Perhaps something good would happen.
“Yes, the climate here is different from the Land of Fire.
It is said that winter lasts year-round in the east, so it is only natural that it affects this land as well.”
Aoi Hyuga nodded in agreement.
She was also wearing a white kimono embroidered with beautiful and colorful patterns, though it was not as elaborate as Kichou’s.
Her long black hair was tied in twin tails, and her face gave a cute and innocent impression.
Her tone of voice was somewhat bright, revealing her to be a cheerful girl.
“It might snow in October.”
The other branch family girl, Rin Hyuga, also whispered something.
She was a beautiful girl, just as cute and pure as Aoi.
Like Aoi, she wore a white embroidered kimono and had short black hair reaching her shoulders.
She spoke in a small, high-pitched voice, as if hesitating to speak loudly, which perhaps indicated that she was the shy and delicate type.
However, they had one thing in common: they both wore white cloths wrapped around their foreheads, hiding the “Caged Bird Seal” curse mark.
As members of the branch family, Aoi and Rin did not possess particularly outstanding abilities or talents.
The only thing that could be praised was their pure and adorable appearance that attracted many men.
In terms of age, they were the same age as Kichou.
Their families had also come along.
From now on, all members of the Hyuga clan living in the Night Kingdom would respect Kichou as the head of the family and take root in the Night Kingdom’s system.
“Stop talking.
The Shogun is coming.”
Aoi Hyuga interrupted the conversation.
Her previously relaxed expression instantly turned serious, giving off a meticulous and strict impression.
Rin Hyuga straightened her back, but her gaze wandered around as if she was afraid to look at him directly.
They had come as part of the dowry, which also meant they would serve as the Shogun’s concubine.
When their master Kichou was absent, they would take her place.
At this moment, no matter how much they told themselves “don’t panic,” tension and embarrassment dominated their hearts.
“He’s tall… and his body is incredibly strong…”
After Aoi and Rin secretly glanced at Yayoi, the first thought that came to their minds was this.
As ninjas, they possessed excellent eyesight.
A ninja’s physical abilities could be judged from their appearance.
The Shogun was tall, nearly 1.85 meters in height.
The body hidden beneath his loose wedding attire made Aoi and Rin involuntarily hold their breath as he approached.
A powerful aura unnaturally pressed down on their bodies, easily leading them to infer that this Shogun was a ninja with extraordinary taijutsu skills.
Even though he was known as a puppeteer and needed to hide behind puppets during battle, he actually possessed considerable physical abilities.
“Do all modern puppeteers specialize in close combat?”
The same thought flashed through Aoi and Rin’s minds simultaneously.
Yayoi approached the three of them, passed by the two pure and beautiful branch family girls standing beside them, and fixed his gaze on the girl in the middle.
She was small and young.
This was something that happened frequently in modern times.
In a modern society where the average age was under thirty, marrying early and having children as soon as possible was the best choice to continue the family line.
At that moment, the girl shyly lowered her head, hiding her face behind a white veil.
The only thing barely visible was her snow-white skin.
Yayoi knew almost nothing about wedding preparations, but fortunately, he did not need to make such arrangements himself.
Professionals handled everything.
The wedding was held at a large shrine nearby.
The accompanying shrine maidens and priests made a grand entrance.
Yayoi extended his hand and grasped his wife’s white hand.
He could tell that she was nervous and uncomfortable about being touched by a man.
Her palm was sweaty.
The wedding proceeded without a hitch.
Yayoi completed all the blessings, speeches, and rituals in an orderly manner.
For ninjas, weddings were actually very simple.
There was no need to complicate them — everything should be kept simple.
Officials of all ranks in the Night Kingdom also played important roles in his ruling system.
The elaborate rituals that had continued day and night finally came to an end.
The solemn atmosphere that usually lingered in the inner and outer courtyards of the Shogun’s residence had vanished.
The inner courtyard of the Shogun’s residence was decorated like a painting.
At night, bright lanterns shone, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.
At the entrance of the beautifully decorated newlywed bedroom, Aoi Hyuga and Rin Hyuga stood straight.
“Lord Shogun.”
The two branch family girls became slightly nervous upon seeing Yayoi arrive alone and spoke somewhat hesitantly.
Yayoi glanced at the two of them and realized they were branch family daughters of the Hyuga clan who had come as part of the dowry to solidify the status of the main family’s daughter.
Both were beautiful and possessed pure, gentle temperaments.
They were the type of traditional women who would obey a man’s every word.
“You two go downstairs first and eat something.”
“Yes.”
Hearing Yayoi’s instruction, the two breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly left the scene.
Yayoi opened the door and then closed it.
The bedroom was warm and comfortable, a spacious one-room layout of 200 square meters.
However, there were few displayed items, and most of the space was empty.
In the center, a large futon was laid out on a tatami mat large enough for three or four people to sit comfortably.
Several beautiful clothing racks with a screen-like feel stood around it, and storage shelves and a vanity were also placed nearby.
Several glass oil lamps were lit on a square lamp stand.
They were exquisite and bright, illuminating every corner of the room.
Even the high roof beams in the corners were clearly visible.
Ninjas probably did not use such decorative and complex lighting fixtures.
Only someone like him, who needed to display his status, would decorate with such things.
It could not be helped.
Ever since his previous life, he had been the type who liked to sleep with the bedside lamp on.
This habit had been well preserved in this world.
Yayoi immediately spotted the girl kneeling on the bed in the center of the room.
The luxurious and beautiful furisode kimono suited her very naturally, as if green leaves were serving as a background to highlight her beauty.
During the wedding ceremony, she had kept her head lowered most of the time, but from the occasional glimpses, Yayoi could tell how astonishingly beautiful this girl was.
At a time like this, would she want to carry something as dangerous as a knife?
However, compared to his young wife’s appearance, the samurai sword drawn from its sheath placed on her thigh drew Yayoi’s attention even more at this moment.
On the wedding night, a knife was placed on his thigh.
No matter how one looked at it, it seemed like a very ominous event.
“Because for a girl, this is a very important tool for self-defense.”
The girl kept her head lowered and spoke in a clear, distinct voice, as if she had not noticed Yayoi’s true intentions.
A tool for self-defense?
Yayoi had already taken off his luxurious wedding attire, casually thrown it aside, and was walking toward her with large strides.
He was lightly dressed, revealing the sturdy physique honed through countless trials.
“So, you want to be on guard against me?
Your husband?”
Yayoi bent down and gently pinched the girl’s snow-white chin.
The girl lifted her snow-white face and met Yayoi’s gaze.
Yayoi did not use much force, and his movements were very gentle.
He saw very clear, pure eyes and a gentle smile.
There was no panic or fear — just the usual smile.
Their eyes reflected each other’s figures.
“Yes, because tonight you intend to devour me completely, don’t you?
So I need to protect myself a little.”
Yayoi could not tell whether the girl had been expecting something or something else.
However, this kind of smile looked like a false smile that had been deliberately created and carefully maintained.
“Can’t you show a more honest expression?”
“Does my husband dislike my smile or my words?”
When Yayoi lifted her chin, Kichou blinked her beautifully lively eyes and put on a pitiful expression, as if she would burst into tears the next moment if Yayoi said “yes.”
“It’s not that I dislike them.
I just want to see people as they truly are.”
Yayoi released his hand from Kichou’s chin.
“Yes, that’s fine.
Tonight I will offer everything to my husband… but I want you to help me a little too.
Please work hard and be patient.
Even if I have to continue the investigation until dawn, I can keep going without giving up.”
The girl raised her fist like waving a pure white flag and encouraged Yayoi with bright, clear eyes.
Yayoi felt something rapidly rolling across his face.
Heat.
Pure, raw lust.
He reached out slowly and wrapped his fingers around the hilt of the sword resting on her thigh.
The blade was cold.
Her skin beneath it was burning hot.
“Self-defense, huh?” he murmured, voice low and rough.
“Then let your husband disarm you properly.”
With deliberate slowness, he drew the sword away and set it aside on the tatami.
The metal clinked softly.
Kichou’s breath hitched, but she kept smiling.
Yayoi’s large hands moved to the elaborate obi at her waist.
The silk was cool under his fingers as he untied the intricate knot.
Layer after layer of the luxurious furisode kimono began to loosen.
The heavy outer robe slid off her shoulders, revealing the delicate white under-kimono beneath.
The fabric whispered against her skin as it fell.
Kichou’s cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn’t stop him.
Her small hands trembled slightly as she helped push the sleeves down.
When the final layer slipped away, she was left in nothing but a thin white under-robe that clung to her body like a second skin.
The oil lamps cast warm golden light across her exposed collarbones, the gentle swell of her breasts, and the curve of her hips.
Yayoi’s eyes darkened.
She was petite — barely reaching his chest — but perfectly proportioned.
Full, perky breasts with soft pink nipples already pebbling in the cool air.
A slender waist that flared into smooth, youthful hips.
Long, toned legs from years of ninja training.
Between them, a neat patch of dark hair above a delicate, already-glistening slit.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
“My wife is even more stunning than I imagined.”
Kichou’s false smile wavered for the first time.
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“I know.” He cupped her face with both hands and kissed her — slow, deep, and thorough.
His tongue slipped past her lips, tasting her.
She moaned softly into his mouth, the sound small and sweet.
His hands roamed.
He pushed the thin under-robe completely off, letting it pool at her knees.
Her bare breasts filled his palms perfectly.
He squeezed, thumbs circling her hardening nipples until she gasped and arched into his touch.
“Ah… that feels… strange…”
“Strange good?” he teased, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
He sucked firmly, tongue flicking, while his hand slid between her thighs.
Her folds were already slick and hot.
Two thick fingers parted her and stroked slowly along her slit before sinking inside.
Kichou’s hips jerked.
“Nnn—!
It’s… it’s going in…”
She was incredibly tight — virgin-tight — her inner walls fluttering and clenching around his fingers as he pumped them steadily.
Her juices coated his hand within seconds.
He curled his fingers, finding that sensitive spot inside her, and rubbed.
Her polite smile finally cracked.
A real moan slipped out — high, needy, and shameless.
“Yayoi-sama… ahh… there… it feels too good…”
He kissed down her stomach, then lower.
Spreading her thighs wide, he buried his face between them and dragged his tongue flat across her dripping pussy.
Kichou cried out, hands flying to his hair.
He licked and sucked her clit, tongue thrusting inside her, drinking her sweetness while she trembled and moaned louder with every stroke.
When she was shaking on the edge, he pulled back, lips shiny with her arousal.
He stripped off his own remaining clothes.
His cock sprang free — thick, veined, and rock-hard, the head already leaking precum.
Kichou’s eyes widened at the sight.
“It’s… so big…”
“It will fit,” he promised, positioning himself between her legs.
He rubbed the fat head up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her wetness.
“Breathe, Kichou.”
He pushed in.
The head breached her entrance with a wet pop.
Kichou’s back arched off the futon, a sharp cry leaving her lips.
Inch by thick inch, he sank deeper into her virgin heat.
Her walls stretched and fluttered around him, gripping so tightly it was almost painful.
When he was fully sheathed, balls pressed against her ass, he stilled, letting her adjust.
Sweat beaded on her forehead.
Her smile was gone, replaced by a dazed, pleasure-drunk expression.
“Full… I feel so full…”
Yayoi began to move — slow, deep strokes that made the futon creak beneath them.
Each thrust pushed a soft, wet sound from her body.
Kichou’s legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, heels digging into his back.
“Ah—!
Ah—!
It’s hitting… something inside…!”
He picked up speed, fucking her with steady, powerful thrusts.
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the lantern-lit room.
Her breasts bounced with every impact.
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a messy kiss while his hips pounded relentlessly.
Kichou’s moans grew louder, higher, losing all pretense of politeness.
“Please, husband… deeper!
It feels so good—!”
He gave her exactly what she begged for.
The futon slid across the tatami from the force.
He hooked her knees over his elbows, folding her nearly in half, and drove into her at a brutal angle that made her eyes roll back.
Her first orgasm hit like a storm.
Her pussy clamped down like a vice, squirting hot fluid around his cock as she screamed his name.
“Yayoi-sama—!
I’m— I’m cumming—!!”
He didn’t stop.
He fucked her through it, drawing out every spasm until she was whimpering and oversensitive.
Only then did he let himself go, burying deep and flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum.
Pulse after pulse pumped into her until it leaked out around his shaft.
They stayed locked together, panting.
Kichou’s face was flushed, hair messy, eyes glassy with pleasure.
The false smile had completely melted away, replaced by something soft and real.
But the night was far from over.
Yayoi rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him without pulling out.
His cock was still hard inside her.
“Your turn to move, wife.
Ride me.”
Kichou bit her lip, shy again for a moment, then placed her small hands on his chest and began to bounce.
Slowly at first, then faster, her hips rolling in circles that made her clit grind against him.
Her breasts swayed in front of his face.
He sucked one nipple into his mouth while she rode him, moaning freely now.
“Ahh—!
It’s reaching so deep like this—!”
They changed positions again and again.
He took her from behind, gripping her hips and pounding into her while she clutched the futon and pushed back against him.
He fucked her against the wall, her legs wrapped around him, the oil lamps flickering wildly.
He laid her on her side and slid in from behind, one hand between her legs rubbing her clit until she came again, sobbing with pleasure.
By the fourth round, the futon was soaked with sweat and their mixed fluids.
Kichou was a mess — hair tangled, skin marked with love bites, pussy red and puffy and leaking cum.
Yet every time he asked if she wanted to stop, she shook her head, smiling that now-genuine, blissful smile.
They fucked until the first pale light of dawn crept through the shoji screens.
Kichou came so many times she lost count, her voice hoarse from screaming his name.
When Yayoi finally spilled inside her one last time and pulled her into his arms, she was already half-asleep, body limp and satisfied.
He kissed her forehead, brushing damp hair from her face.
“Sleep, my wife.
You did well.”
Kichou mumbled something incoherent and snuggled closer, one leg draped over his hip, his softening cock still nestled inside her.