In front of me was Ichihime, her arms limp and relaxed, looking up at me with teary eyes.
She was pushed down onto the futon, still in her kimono—yet she showed no intention of resisting, her cheeks flushed, and she stared at my face with a dazed expression.
When I tilted my head and peered at my wife’s beautiful face, she quickly turned her face away as if embarrassed.
But she doesn’t understand at all.
Each of those gestures was so alluring, it ignited my animalistic instincts like a raging fire.
As I slowly stroked Ichihime’s chin with my fingertips, she held her breath and gazed at my lips with an inviting look.
Ichihime had completely become a kissing addict.
During our lovemaking, she would constantly ask for kisses, or as we neared the end and she became overwhelmed with emotion, she would frantically suck on my lips.
Every time something happens, they kiss.
And when something else happens, they kiss.
And again, they kiss.
That’s how it is.
By the way, except for the time when the Rokkaku army invaded, Ichihime and I basically sleep together every night.
It was the same even on “Women’s Day.”
It was six days ago that she and I experienced “that day” for the first time as husband and wife.
I clearly remember when I went to Ichihime’s bedchamber as usual, she desperately apologized to me.
It’s a painful day for women, lasting several days once a month.
I had completely forgotten about it, so my reaction was just “Oh, right,” but for her, it’s a matter of life and death.
This was because, in those times, “it” was generally perceived as “defilement,” and it would be considered disgraceful if it were to “transfer defilement to Lord Nagamasa.”
“Please, for tonight, return home…”
My decision to silence Ichihime after she said that proved to be quite effective in pushing forward with my wife’s development plan.
In Ichihime’s mind, all she could think of at that moment was “filthy…”, but when I kissed her, it must have been translated in her mind into “Even though I’m filthy, Lord Nagamasa still loves me…”.
Since then, during the five days of “Women’s Day,” Ichihime, despite her weary body, desperately served me with her soft hands, thinking, “At the very least, I want to make Lord Nagamasa feel good…”
Although I was mentally stressed because I couldn’t penetrate her honey pot, my beloved wife unexpectedly gained experience in “masturbation.”
“Ichi…
I’m going to undress you.”
“…yes”
Insert your hand into the opening of the kimono and pry it open.
Her pure white skin bloomed before my eyes, like a lily in full bloom.
Her gently sloping shoulders.
The collarbone at the base of her neck, symbolizing her delicate bone structure.
And the beautifully shaped mound directly below that bone, combined with her slender body, evokes an intense excitement.
I lightly kissed Ichihime’s lips, gently stroking her neck and collarbone with my left hand, and nibbled on her soft earlobe floating in a sea of black hair.
Her ears were one of Ichihime’s weak points, and she would react with surprising sensitivity if you collected saliva, let it drip generously into her ears, and then sucked it all up at once.
That alone could sometimes make her orgasm.
Apparently, she feels as if “Lord Nagamasa is controlling her to the very core of her being.”
That’s why I’m so focused on developing Ichihime’s ears, but it seems that for her, having her ears played with is also a ritual to “devote herself to Lord Nagamasa…”
This is exactly like Pavlov’s dog; when I tease her ears, Ichihime immediately becomes more “moist” and rubs her thighs together sadly.
Hmm, she’s really cute.
As I slurped and covered Ichihime’s ears with my saliva, my lower body became aroused at the sight of my wife moaning and writhing in a sexy voice.
After all, every time I ran my fingers over her slippery ear, her body trembled, and along with it, her beautiful curves jiggled.
For me, a breast-loving alien, seeing her breasts is an irreplaceable, supreme moment.揺蕩Tayuta
“city…”
“Nagama…sha…ma…n…n…”
I parted Ichihime’s lips and stirred the inside of her mouth with my tongue.
Then she placed her hands on my cheeks and began to move her tongue with all her might.
Lately, Ichihime’s tongue movements have become quite skillful, and once she catches my tongue, she doesn’t let go easily.
He used to be completely at my mercy, but somehow he’s improved without me even realizing it.
Recalling the hesitant movements of Ichihime’s mouth on our wedding night, my hands reach out and firmly grasp her ample breasts.
Then, as if by conditioned reflex, Ichihime wrapped both arms around my neck and held my face still.
And then, even though she had only been on the receiving end of blame up until then, she extended her tongue into my mouth and licked my gums.
I surrendered to a wave of pleasure that shot through my entire body.
It felt as if both my mind and body were being filled.
Until now, Ichihime had never once inserted her tongue into my mouth.
She was always passive, and the only place she would use her tongue was inside her mouth.
And yet, she’s now licking my gums—
This is proof that my beloved wife is steadily beginning to master sexual techniques.
And it was a lewd sight, something unimaginable from the girl she was during the day.
Overwhelmed with joy, I sucked on her tongue, and Ichihime’s body trembled as she tried her best to intertwine her tongue with mine.
Up until now, oral sex with me seemed to be largely about confirming the fact that “I am loved,” but looking at her now, it seems that carnal desire to “feel even better” through kissing is starting to take over.
Ichihime is steadily progressing towards my ideal wife: “a lady by day and a prostitute by night”…
I continued to entwine my tongue with hers as I reached my hand downwards.
As I moved through her kimono, I eventually reached her soft skin and finally arrived at her honey pot, which was overflowing with more than enough female juice.
In stark contrast to Ichihime’s innocent face, that place presents a lewd appearance, and upon sensing my fingertips, it begins to gush with even more lustful fluid.
“Ah…
ah…
ah…”
As our lips met, Ichihime let out a muffled moan.
And in her lower mouth—her wet, lewd labia cling to my fingertips, making a sloshing, obscene sound.
As both her upper and lower mouths were caressed, Ichihime’s face contorted with lust.
“Ah…
mm…
ah…
ah”
As my fingertips entered her soft, melting vaginal opening, my beloved wife’s hips trembled violently.
The fleshy walls gently envelop the fingertips, sucking them in sweetly.
As our tongues intertwined, I moved my fingertips to part her alluring flesh, and Ichihime gradually lost her composure, clinging tightly to my body.
“Lord Nagamasa…
Lord Nagamasa…”
When Ichihime starts calling my name in a sweet, delirious voice, it’s a sign that she’s close to her climax.
With one hand, I slowly stirred Ichihime’s honey pot, while stroking her head and sucking her tongue with all my might.
“Mmm…
ah…
mmm!”
Ichihime’s vaginal opening contracted, tightening around my fingertips.
Her hips trembled violently, then slowly relaxed.
When I pulled my lips away and looked at her expression, Ichihime was staring blankly in a random direction with a dazed look on her face.
“Did it feel good…?”
“…”
When I asked her that while stroking her head, Ichihime silently buried her head in my chest.
“Ichi, if possible, I’d like to join too…”
I want to feel good.
When I whispered that, Ichihime nodded at her chest.
He stood up, picked up a stool, and sat on it with his legs wide apart.
Boom!
My big sun was towering towards the ceiling.
I can feel Ichihime’s intense gaze fixed on my son.
It’s been one month since our married life began.
Ichihime, who had never known a man and was a pure and innocent virgin, had completely melted away through our almost daily sexual encounters, and no longer showed much resistance to the temptations of carnal desire.
It is utterly unacceptable for a woman to indulge in pleasure.
That was the common morality of samurai women living during the Sengoku period.
Ichihime probably thought the same thing at first.
However, she became completely immersed in the world of pleasure I gave her, and now she has changed to the point where she actively accepts pleasure.
Well, I was only able to prepare this much because I had knowledge of the original world where the sex industry was abnormally developed.
After all, in the Sengoku period, the usual thing to do in a bedroom was to touch the breasts, thrust in, and then finish.
There’s no doubt that people who engage in persistent sexual acts like me are rare.
Whether Ichihime, who married into such a family, is happy or not is something only she can know.
“city”
“Y-yes…
then I’ll just do it with my hand…”
Swallowing hard, Ichihime slowly extended her fingertips towards my big sun.
I deliberately spoke to her just before her hand touched my penis.
“No, let’s not use our hands.”
“…Ah, yes…”
With her face still flushed with lust, Ichihime reluctantly lowered her hand.
Then, looking up at me with her eyes cast upwards, she let out a hot sigh, clearly in heat.
“Ichi, today I’d like you to use your naughty body to serve me.”
“Um, well…”
“This is it.”
I casually reached out and touched Ichihime’s breasts, flicking her nipples with my fingers.
Ichihime let out a sweet shriek, and although it felt rather belated, she hesitantly covered her chest with both arms.
“Use this to serve my son with all your heart and soul.”
“Um…
but…”
Ichihime said, wriggling her body.
“Such a disgusting thing…
I…”
“You just came so hard a moment ago, and on top of that, you reached out to my son before I even gave you a word, and now you’re saying that?”
“Oh…
Ichihime covered her face with her hands, burning with shame.
I leaned forward and pulled her into an embrace.
When I kissed her, she looked embarrassed but also happy.
“Come on…
push your big breasts together and make a deep cleavage.”
“But…”
Ichihime did not take her arms off her chest.
Perhaps receiving instructions from me has stirred up a renewed sense of shame in him.
Seeing my wife’s guard completely down, I decided to take drastic measures.
“…I see.”
If I say it in a cold voice and with a detached expression, Ichihime’s face instantly turns pale.
“…That’s a letdown.
Let’s call it a night here.”
“Please wait a moment…!”
When I stood up from the stool and pretended to get ready to leave, Ichihime’s face turned pale and she clung to my feet.
I don’t mean to sound conceited, but right now, I’m the person she loves most in the world.
And what she feared most in this world was losing my favor.
I could strongly sense her desire to avoid breaking up with me after a fight in the bedroom, the most intimate space for a man and woman.
“I am so sorry…
so sorry…!
I have taken advantage of Lord Nagamasa’s kindness and gone too far…!
I will change, I will change, so please forgive me…!”我儘Selfish
“Hmm…”
I pretended to be deep in thought, then plopped down on the bench with my legs wide apart.
Ichihime’s pale face suddenly brightened, but only for a moment before quickly becoming serious again.
“Ichi…
so you can do it properly, right?”
When I asked her, she answered, trembling with shame, but managing to muster the strength to speak.
“Is this alright…?”
It was such a breathtaking view that I couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow…!”
My beloved wife, trembling with shame, holds her pure white, full mound with both hands, pushing it upwards from the base.
As her body trembled, her breasts also swayed slightly, and their pale pink tips trembled.
A slender body and ample breasts—the ultimate combination that resonates in a man’s loins.
I swallowed hard and gave the order to Ichihime.
“Bring it closer to my son…
That’s right.
Try to squeeze it between those two.”
“picture…?”
They were understandably confused.
Ichihime’s body trembles with fear of being scolded by me, and she looks at me with eyes like a lost puppy.
“Didn’t you hear me?
I told you to put it in.
My son, between your breasts…”
“…yes”
She brings her breasts together in front of the man, and, unbelievably, squeezes his penis between them and strokes it…
It was a lewd and immoral act that would have been absolutely unthinkable, something that wouldn’t even have been permitted to conceive of, during the Sengoku period.
Although breasts are sometimes caressed by men during sexual intercourse, they were fundamentally dedicated to the children.
Ichihime embraces my big sun with her soft breasts.
The moment I was embraced by her soft, squishy skin, I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of admiration.
Wow.
This is incredible…
“city”
“Y-yes…”
When I called out to Ichihime, my beloved wife trembled and looked up at me with a frightened expression.
“Have I done something wrong…?” Or, “Did he not like my body…?” And, “Am I going to be disliked by Lord Nagamasa…?”
You can clearly see those emotions swirling around in her mind.
I decided to gently stroke Ichihime’s head.
“Lord Nagamasa…”
Ichihime’s gloomy face gradually began to brighten.
“city”
“yes…”
“This feels good.”
“yes…!”
He must have finally felt relieved when he realized I wasn’t angry.
The usual gentle smile had returned to Ichihime’s face.
That’s right, discipline isn’t about constantly being angry.
You must find the right moment to praise them and reassure them.
And if you properly reassure them after getting angry, their self-preservation instinct will unconsciously kick in, making them think, “I’ll never have to go through something that scary again…”
By utilizing such psychological knowledge, I can steadily advance my development plan for my beloved wife.
“city”
“What is it, Lord Nagamasa…?”
“Lift your head.”
“Yes…
ah…”
With a soft, squelching sound, my lips and Ichihime’s lips met.
She had a look of genuine joy on her face, but then, seeing my actions, which were different from before, she began to widen her eyes in surprise.
“Ah…
mmm…
mmm…”
Yes, I was entwining my tongue with hers and sending a large amount of saliva into Ichihime’s mouth.
In Ichihime’s lovely mouth, her own saliva and the large amount of saliva I send into it mix and pool.
It is well known that humans cannot swallow food when their tongues are being manipulated.
From the very beginning, my intention in kissing her was to fill her mouth with a large amount of our saliva.
“Ichi, don’t you dare swallow that…”
With her mouth full of saliva, Ichihime nodded repeatedly, tears welling up in her eyes.
I gently stroked her head and smiled at her, trying to comfort her.
“Let that large amount of accumulated saliva slowly drip onto your chest.”
Ichihime must have understood my intentions.
The waters of their love slowly dripped from the corners of their mouths, defiling their voluptuous curves.
Her breasts, lifted by her own hands and gripping my penis, quickly became slick and wet.
“Even covered in saliva, you’re beautiful…”
“…thank you”
“So, how about you use your soft flesh to handle my son…
Can you do that?”
With her face bright red, Ichihime squeezed my big dick between her saliva-covered breasts and started stroking it.
Yes, that’s what’s commonly known as a titjob.
It’s been one month since I started married life with Ichihime.
As someone who knows the lewd sexual world of my original world, I was hoping that Ichihime would learn to provide service with her breasts as well.
“Ah…
that feels good, it’s the best…”
“Is that…
really true…?”
As I praised her and stroked her head, Ichihime looked happy and diligently continued to provide breast service.
Nyuchu nyuchu, nyupunyup.
With that sound, my big sun repeatedly goes in and out between Ichihime’s large, soft, and firm breasts.
(That Ichihime…)
As I stroke my wife, who is diligently servicing my penis with her breasts, I think to myself…
(That woman, the most beautiful woman of the Sengoku era…
is giving me a titjob…!)
That fact alone meant I wouldn’t have any trouble finding enough side dishes for a week.
Overwhelmed with excitement, thick, viscous pre-cum began to ooze from the tip of my big cock, mixing with saliva lubrication and transforming into an even more obscene liquid.
That is to say—
“Ah…
it smells so bad…”
It was extremely effective on Ichihime.
For the past month, she has been continuously bathed in my semen inside her body, and her body has been remodeled from the inside to adapt to my sperm and its smell.
Incidentally, pre-ejaculatory fluid is actually almost the same as semen.
It contains sperm, so if you rub Cowper’s fluid against the vaginal opening, you can get pregnant.
One of my friends, whose girlfriend disliked sex, came up with the incredibly insane idea of “let’s masturbate together to get used to it,” and ended up pressing his penis, already wet with pre-cum, against her vulva, and miraculously got her pregnant with just that .猛者Mosa
They even did a DNA test, and it came back negative, so she definitely got pregnant from Cowper’s fluid.
It was the moment a virgin boy and girl became a mom and dad.
This lesson teaches us the important lesson: “Never underestimate the power of pre-ejaculatory fluid.”
The fact that my pre-ejaculate was clinging to Ichihime’s breasts meant that my sperm were desperately trying to impregnate her soft flesh.
Her breasts are being invaded not only by my penis, but also by my sperm.
And my beloved wife, Ichihime, inhaling the scent of pre-ejaculate, wears an ecstatic expression and begins to put even more effort into her breast service.
“Ah…
Ichi, you…
“thank you…”
Ichihime’s titjob becomes even more intense.
The occasional hard, lumpy sensation is probably because her nipples have become hard and swollen.
Despite her initial hesitation, my wife was completely aroused by my breast-based service.
However, she was probably affected by the smell of my pre-ejaculate—but there’s no doubt that this is a very welcome step forward in my plan to develop Ichihime.
Now that we’ve reached this point, all that’s left is to teach her how to combine titty-fuck and fellatio as advanced techniques.
However, my wife gave me a titjob for the first time, and I actually found it pleasurable.
(Maybe we’ll have to do the titty fellatio another time…)
It was incredibly lonely, but that was partly because my big sun was so impatient.
Thanks to Ichihime’s passionate service, his glans had become fully erect, and his shaft was hard and rigid.
“Lord Nagamasa…
you’ve grown so big…”
“Ah…
I’m about to come.”
I said, stroking Ichihime’s head.
“Put more pressure on your chest.
Rub harder.”
“Y-yes…!”
Squishy, slimy, squishy.
With a loud splashing sound, my big dick was rubbed hard against Ichihime’s soft flesh as it headed towards the finish.
“Here it comes…
Ichi!
Take it with your face!”
“Hmmmm…!?”
I held Ichihime’s head down with one hand and masturbated with the other, ejaculating profusely.
My semen gushed out, splattering onto Ichihime’s beautiful face, throat, collarbone, and chest.
Ichihime had semen sprayed all over her face and upper body, and she was completely high.
“Oh…
what a waste…
what a waste…”
Ichihime murmured in a delirious, ecstatic voice, scooping up the semen I had ejaculated with her fingers and rubbing it into her own honey pot.
As her fingers crawled over the pool of my semen that had formed on my collarbone, and she relentlessly pushed the slippery semen into her ripe, juicy pussy, my big sun rose again.
“Ichi…
do you really want my seed that badly…?”
When I pushed Ichihime, who was covered in semen, down, she begged with a melted look on her face.
“I want it…
Ichi wants Lord Nagamasa’s magnificent thing and his seed…
so, so much…”
“Where?”
When I said that maliciously, Ichihime whispered, “It’s a pussy…”
After a month of repeatedly having unprotected sex with her to try and get her pregnant, I was a little moved to see that the slang I had taught Ichihime was definitely sticking in her vocabulary.
“Then, open the place where you want me to put it with your finger and show me.”
If I give her such an order, she, whose mind is now obscenely melting with the smell of semen, will obediently follow my instructions while radiating an overwhelming sex appeal.
Ichihime’s fingertips slid open the vulva, exposing the vaginal opening, which was slick with semen and vaginal fluid.
I press the head of my big penis against the vaginal opening, which is eagerly waiting to be inserted.
But—even though that was all I did—my son slid smoothly into Ichihime’s body.
“Ah…
it’s in…
it’s in…”
Yes—Ichihime moved her hips, inviting my rigid penis into her womb of her own accord.
“…!
You slutty wife!!”
As I thrust my hips against her gentle honey pot that was squeezing me tightly, I gripped Ichihime’s waist firmly and shook her.
There was no trace of the daytime look on Ichihime’s face—she was completely consumed by lust, letting out cries of pleasure and even moving her hips in time with my movements.
“Ah…
that feels so good…!”
With her breasts bouncing wildly and swallowing my penis with her honey pot, the princess of the Oda family, renowned as the most beautiful woman of the Sengoku period, was in a state of complete disarray.
Her pale skin was flushed, and her black hair plastered to her skin, which was wet with semen and sweat.
And those eyes never left my face; no matter how roughly I treated her, no matter how gently I treated her, she only looked at me, revealing her lewd form and making sounds just for me.
“Ah…
right there…!”
When I twisted my hips in, Ichihime’s hips shook violently.
The innermost part of Ichihime, the cervix.
That opening is clearly craving my semen, and it’s sucking up my glans.
I pulled my hips back slightly and traced the entrance to her cervix while rotating my hips.
Suddenly, Ichihime convulsed, and her vaginal opening contracted tightly.
But I paid no attention to her orgasm and continued to push aside, spread open, thrust into, and caress her contracting pussy.
“So deep…
so deep…
Lord Nagamasa…
Lord Nagamasaa…!”
Overwhelmed with emotion, my beloved wife hugged me, tears streaming down her face.
I sat cross-legged, stroking her head, and then I placed her on top of me.
Yes, it’s a face-to-face seated position.
I grabbed Ichihime’s buttocks with both hands and began to shake her body.
Ichihime clings to me tightly, rubbing her ample breasts against me and pressing them against me.
The feeling of her two hard nipples is pleasant.
“Lord Nagamasa…
Lord Nagamasa…!”
Ichihime relentlessly sought kisses, and our tongues intertwined.
A lewd slurping sound echoed as she tried to suck and swallow all the saliva from my mouth.
It seems her esophagus has learned to associate swallowing mine with pleasure.
As I shook Ichihime’s hips, I was incredibly aroused by my beloved wife’s wild and unrestrained behavior, and my desire to ejaculate was ignited.
Big Sun swells even more, signaling to the woman he is conquering that ejaculation is imminent.
“I’m going to release it…
Ichi!
Where do you want it?!”
I no longer held back, thrusting into her repeatedly as I asked.
“I want to get pregnant…!
I want to have a child with Lord Nagamasa…!”
I was completely captivated by her adorable request, and I decided to devour Ichihime’s mouth until the moment I ejaculated.
Ichihime’s arms wrapped around my back, and her legs wrapped around my waist.
“Ah…
no, no, no…
ah…
I’m going to cum…
no…
something amazing is coming…
ah…”
“What…
Are you going to come already, Ichi?!
Hang in there a little longer…!”
“Oh…
oh…
I want to…
please let me come…”
Ichihime shook her head vigorously, pleading with me desperately.
“Inside…
cum inside…!
Like always…!
Let me cum!”
“Okay, go for it!
Come and get pregnant with my child!”
I aligned the tip of my penis with Ichihime’s cervix and poured my semen into her with a throbbing motion.
Perhaps sensing this sensation, she tightens her grip on me each time semen is expelled from my excretory tract.
“There’s a lot coming out…
a lot of Lord Nagamasa’s…”
He slowly pulled his son out of Ichihime’s vaginal opening.
I felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
Satisfied with having ejaculated profusely, I pulled Ichihime closer and slowly stroked her flushed body.
“Lord Nagamasa…”
“what up?”
As I kissed Ichihime’s lips, she placed both hands on my chest, clinging tightly to me, and whispered in a soft, affectionate voice.
“It was…
so wonderful…”
As Ichihime repeatedly kissed my chest, she continued to slowly stroke her own stomach, as if she had come to some kind of realization.