Kitaomi had a fever.
Following the decree issued in the name of Asai Nagamasa to develop hot spring resorts, not only townspeople but also farmers alike flocked to local government offices where tax collectors were stationed, clutching 10 coins in their hands, each thinking, “I’m the one who should contribute…”
It was a long line, a scene that could truly be described as a river of people.
It goes without saying that Asai Masamoto was the one who was happiest about this.
Originally, tax collectors were viewed by townspeople and farmers “like parents.” This was only natural, considering they were taking their property under the guise of taxation.敵enemy
This time, however, the tax collectors were viewed not with hostility, but with expectations and goodwill.
“I hope this will improve the status of tax collectors.”
As he said this, Masamoto was smiling broadly.
He is very keen to improve the working conditions of the finance bureaucrats who are also his subordinates.
Masamoto held the firm belief that without money, neither war, administration, nor diplomacy could be conducted.
I met with Masamoto, and we decided that the money we had collected would not be pooled, but would all be used to improve the hot spring resort.
They agreed that it would be better to create a facility that would last indefinitely, rather than using the money they had collected haphazardly to build another mediocre hot spring resort.
By the way, I’m the one who drew up the blueprints for the hot spring resort.
Well, I just traced the blueprints of a luxurious hot spring inn that I vaguely remembered.
It was surprisingly well-received, which was great.
And now, timber is being transported not only from the mountains within the Asai domain, but also from Echizen Province, which is under the influence of the Asakura family, and bathhouses are being constructed in various parts of northern Omi.
The bathhouse has the names of donors carved into it, the bathtub is made entirely of stone, and the hot spring water flows directly from the source.
Next to it, they have fully equipped paid accommodations, and they make money from spa-goers who come from other countries.
Based on this concept, construction materials were brought to the foot of Odani Castle, and construction of the hot spring resort was progressing smoothly, despite occasional shouting matches between the workers.
At the same time, a silkworm farm was also beginning to be constructed in Nagahama, located south of Odani Castle.
Mulberry trees were planted around the factory, a thoughtful gesture to ensure that silkworms would have no trouble finding food.
However, building the factory is proving to be quite difficult, so the opening of this facility is likely to be delayed.
The facility is expected to be completed around the end of this month.
However, production cannot begin simply by completing the facilities; silkworms and laborers also had to be secured.
The method of payment is also a problem; whether to give them rice or money is a difficult decision.
Then there were the working hours.
I didn’t want to go down in history as the pioneer of exploitative companies, so I wanted to do as much as possible to provide good employee benefits.
–Phew.
I let out a deep sigh while reading the reports from the hot spring resort and the silkworm farm in my room.
It’s already been a month since that day…
since I left Bodaiyama Castle.
March 6th—that was the date now.
As for me, I’ve been spending more time feeling melancholic while reminiscing about that day.
I love Ichihime.
I love her more than anything in this world, and if anything were to happen to her, I would risk my own life to save her.
However, the other side of me that emerged at Bodaisan Castle was—a narrowed perspective due to sexual desire.
That’s exactly it.
If things had gone wrong, I might have even assaulted Hanbei, and the thought of that made me feel depressed.
(I thought I was training the city, but it seems I was the one being trained all along…)
As I helped Ichihime experience the joys of womanhood, my own primal instincts as a man were being awakened.
The human brain is said to be divided into three parts: the new mammalian brain, the old mammalian brain, and the reptilian brain.
Perhaps what Ichihime unearthed from me was…
the very last part, the reptilian brain, which governs the fundamental aspects of life.
Anger, fight, flee, commit crime.
In a sense, it’s the most essential element during the extraordinary circumstances of the Sengoku period, and perhaps the least essential element in normal times like the world I originally came from.
When the reptilian brain increases, it becomes possible to take quick, appropriate, and reflexive actions faster than anyone else when cornered, when fighting is necessary to survive, or when someone needs to be helped, but it also has the drawback of making it difficult to think clearly.それだけしか…
—That was exactly what happened last time.
I thought to myself, pressing my thumb and index finger against the space between my eyebrows.
In a way, it’s unavoidable.
Thrown from a world without conflict into a world where death is ever-present, and having to mate with a beautiful bride, it was only natural that his reptilian brain would be strengthened in order to survive.
(Even so, there are limits.)
I let out another deep sigh, finished compiling the report, and stood up.
I’d like to go to Princess Ichihime’s bedchamber now.
It wasn’t because I was expecting sex or anything like that.
I simply wanted to hear her voice.
As I walk down the corridor, I think to myself.
—Ichihime has become even more beautiful lately.
I don’t know why, but it feels like things have changed dramatically in the last few days.
There’s no change in his usual actions or behavior.
He’s the same, but somehow, I feel like his aura has shifted.
However, if you were to ask if there was any hint of a typical affair, the answer would be no.
The men of the Asai family seemed intimidated by the overwhelming beauty of Oda Ichi, and more importantly, they didn’t seem to have the idea of laying a hand on the wife of the family head.
宿直TonoiAfter calling out to the ladies-in-waiting, he entered Princess Ichi’s bedroom.
“Ah, Lord Nagamasa.”
With her hands bowed and her waist bent, Ichihime smiled softly.
“Thank you for your hard work today.
The town seems to have become much more lively…”
“No, it’s still nowhere near as good as your hometown of Kiyosu.”
As I said that, I sat down next to Ichihime, leaving a fist’s width of space between us.
Then she quickly closed the distance between us, took my hand, and intertwined her slender fingers with mine.
“…what up?”
“No, nothing…”
Saying that, Ichihime began to playfully tweak the cartilage at the base of my finger.
I let her do as she pleased for a while, but it gradually started to tickle, so I pulled my hand away.
Then Ichihime stared at my hand with a sulky expression.
It might be interesting and fascinating to her, but to me, it’s just cartilage.
I’m a little annoyed by her obsession with it.
Unsure how to react, I pulled Ichihime into an embrace, and she leaned against me with a dreamy expression.
Hmm, cute.
When I instinctively tickled Ichihime’s lower jaw as if to soothe a puppy, she squirmed but smiled happily and let out a sweet sigh.
“Now that you mention it…”
“What is it?”
I laid Ichihime’s body on my lap and asked, stroking her head.
“Ichi calls me ‘Lord Nagamasa,’ doesn’t he?”
“Uh, yes…
what’s the matter?”
“Doesn’t it bother you?”
When I gently stroked the nape of her neck with my index finger, Ichihime flinched and tensed up.
“What do you mean by ‘it doesn’t bother you’…?
The city doesn’t quite understand what you mean…”
“In other words,
I touched Ichihime’s beautifully shaped ear and gently inserted my little finger into her cute ear canal.
Ichihime shivered, turned her head away as if to escape, and buried her face in my stomach.
I gently stroked the back of her head, thinking to myself that doing that would only harm her other ear.
“My retainers call me ‘Lord’ or ‘Lord Nagamasa,’ don’t they?
Doesn’t it bother you that you call me ‘Lord Nagamasa’ just like them?
I’m his wife, yet you’re using the same term of address as them…”
“…I never even considered that.”
Ichihime turns her head and looks up at me.
“However, Lord Nagamasa is the supreme commander of the Asai clan…
so there is no other title that should be used to address him…”
“Well, you know, there are all sorts of things…
like ‘you'”
“Using such personal pronouns is disrespectful to Lord Nagamasa.”
Ichihime stated it firmly.
“It might be understandable for townspeople or farmers to use such a vague and meaningless name for someone like Lord Nagamasa…”
“Hey!”
I slapped Ichihime on the forehead.
“City, you shouldn’t say things like that very often.”
“I…I’m so sorry!”
She probably thought about bowing down and apologizing.
When Ichihime tried to stand up to straighten her posture, he held her down, saying, “Just stay where you are.”
“Well, Ichi is a princess, so it’s understandable that people might think that way.”
“…”
As I played with my beloved wife’s bangs, which had become dejected after I scolded her, I continued.
“But you know, our livelihoods depend on the taxes paid by the townspeople and farmers.
Even if we fight and defend our territory, it is only with soldiers conscripted from among the townspeople and farmers.
Please remember that.”
“…yes”
That’s right, in the world I came from, I was just an insignificant person, like the “townspeople and farmers” that Ichihime talks about.
And I was an orphan, completely alone in the world.
That’s why I think…
Those in power must always be sensitive to the feelings of the townspeople and farmers.
Rulers can only exist as rulers because the existence of townspeople and farmers is a prerequisite.
Without townspeople and farmers, there can be no rulers.
The reverse is also impossible.
If they do not engage in productive activities, they have no choice but to silently starve to death.
I said, stroking Ichihime’s cheek.
“Besides, I’m not as great a person as you think I am.”
“That’s not true…”
“No, listen to me.
I’m not a saint, nor am I an upright and virtuous person.
I’m just a small fry.
Ichi, I’m a hopeless man who prioritizes protecting you and treats everything else as a secondary issue.”
“…”
Ichihime rose to her feet, straightened her posture, and faced me.
“No, Lord Nagamasa…
you mustn’t say such things.”
Ichihime took my hand and said:
“Lord Nagamasa is truly admirable.
He has always been at the forefront of things, demonstrating that attitude to everyone.”
“But…”
“No, please listen.
My father, Nobuhide, often said this about my older brother: that evaluation is always something that is added in hindsight, and that it is given not by oneself, but by others…
I admire Lord Nagamasa.
That is because I have witnessed firsthand that he is not just all talk, but always takes the lead in facing all difficulties.”
She placed both hands on my chest, leaned her cheek against mine, and said:
“It is only natural that Lord Nagamasa is struggling with inner conflict; he is human, after all, and he must have his worries.
However, I hope you will not judge him solely based on that.
There are those like Ichi who admire Lord Nagamasa, and members of the Asai family who hold him in high esteem.”
However, Ichihime smiled softly.
“When you’re truly suffering…please talk to this city, okay?
I believe that supporting my husband is a job only I, as his wife, can do.”
“—This is troublesome.”
I scratched my head involuntarily.
What Ichihime just said was also what I had said to Hanbei three weeks ago.
(I’m still so naive…)
Yes, I can’t help but feel that way.
What you say to others will eventually come back to haunt you.
In other words, my ideal image of myself has not yet sprouted and taken root within me.
“Well…
Ichi is my wife, after all.”
“yes”
“I need to make sure people get to know me properly too.”
“yes!”
Ichihime nodded with a big smile on her face.
My heart was filled with an indescribable feeling of happiness, and I pulled her into an embrace.
I can smell my wife.
It’s that indescribable scent of the woman I love, and who loves me.
I instinctively leaned my nose close to its neck.
“–a”
Ichihime’s voice changed.
Her cheeks flushed, and trembling, yet still as if expecting something, she clutched my chest with her slender fingers.
“what up…?”
“N-nothing…
it’s nothing…
mmm.”
As soon as I licked up her neck, Ichihime let out a sexy moan and writhed in pleasure.
Wanting to hear that voice more, I reached my hand into the opening of her kimono and fiddled with it.
Her soft, bouncy breasts sank into the pressure of my fingers without resistance, and when I relaxed my grip, they gave me a wonderfully soft, yielding sensation.
For some reason, I can’t help but feel that the quality of the softness of my breasts has changed from before.
“It’s gotten so much softer…”
“Th-that’s…”
Ichihime muttered, breathing heavily.
“Because Lord Nagamasa touches me every night…”
Those adorable words made my heart flutter.
“…Oh, that’s right.”
I pressed my lips to Ichihime’s cheek and looked into her eyes, asking:
“I asked you earlier, didn’t I?
Why do you keep calling me ‘Lord Nagamasa’…”
“Y-yes…
mm…
ah”
Ichihime looks at me with a dazed expression.
I stopped fondling her breasts and slipped my index finger between her luscious lips.
My fingers were immediately enveloped in a warm, moist mucous membrane, and I could feel the presence of a rough, elastic tongue.
Knowing what I was going to do, Ichihime immediately began licking my index finger.
Like a prostitute sucking a man’s penis, her hot tongue crawled over my finger.
But my goal isn’t to get her to give me a finger job.
Without leaving it to Ichihime’s initiative, I stirred my fingers around inside her mouth and then pulled them out.
A slimy, obscene silver bridge connects Ichihime’s mouth to my fingertips, then breaks.
My beloved wife, however, still seemed to yearn for connection, sticking out the tip of her tongue slightly and feigning ignorance.
“Hey, would you call me ‘you’ tonight?”
“Why…?”
With eyes filled with lust, Ichihime looks at me.
“Doesn’t it feel special?
No one in the Asai family, or any other family, can call me like that.
But…
Ichihime, I want you to be that way.
You are my partner, after all.”
“But…
the city…”
“You are special to me.
You are an irreplaceable, precious woman…
Is it foolish to wish that she would treat me specially?”
When I said that, Ichihime buried her face in my chest and whispered.
“Lord Nagamasa is a coward…”
“I see.”
“Yes, really…”
—There’s no way I could refuse, is there?
Ichihime lifted her face from my chest, and I was drawn to her, my lips meeting hers in a natural movement.
A childlike kiss, where only lips are sucked, without the tongues being inserted.
It’s such a simple thing, yet—it warms me up from deep inside.
“Today is special, you know…”
“ah…!”
The moment I heard those words, a surge of joy welled up inside me.
He picked up Ichihime and laid her down on the futon.
She blushed, averted her gaze, and shifted slightly.
No matter how many times we had been intimate, that innocent charm hadn’t changed since our wedding night.
However, recently she’s started to become more assertive around the middle of sex, showing glimpses of her awakening as a woman.
He leaned over Ichihime and stroked the line from her soft cheek to her neck with one hand.
Sweet sighs escape from between her lips, and I can feel the tension gradually draining from her body.
I then inserted my tongue into Ichihime’s lips and savored the hot inside of her mouth as my heart desired.
“Ah…”
As my tongue slipped out of her lips with a slurping sound, Ichihime let out a vacant sigh, perhaps from a sense of loss.
Perhaps it was because our usual routine involved kissing as we reached climax, and she would welcome my hot, passionate load into her womb.
Ichihime looks at me with a bewildered expression.
So cute.
I lightly kissed Ichihime’s lips as she was still wearing her uchikake, then stroked her ankles, which were slightly visible from beneath the hem of her kimono, and, disheveling her kimono, I slipped my hand into her private parts.
I’m in the mood for clothed play today.
Clothed play is great, isn’t it?
“No, you mustn’t…you’ll stain the kimono…”
“It’s fine, just shut up and enjoy yourself.”
My fingertips were already sticky with the love juices dripping from Ichihime’s honey pot.
I don’t think there’s any way the kimono could get dirty at this point.
After all, the back of her underwear was soaking wet the moment I slipped my hand inside.
“Ah…!
Please stop!”
I made myself comfortable between Ichihime’s legs and buried my head in there.
Her feminine scent, trapped within the fabric, overwhelms my sense of smell, making me dizzy.
Ichihime is desperately trying to hold my head down, but I don’t care.
I latch onto her labia minora, savoring their unique texture.
“No…
you…
stop…
mmm…”
Ichihime is holding my head down.
Love juices slowly flowed from her vaginal opening, and the increasingly feminine scent of her vagina excited me.
“Ah…
stop…
not there…
nooo…”
My tongue licks Ichihime’s urethral opening with a slurping sound.
In the world I used to come from, erotic DVDs and magazines were always censored with mosaics.
So, to be honest, I didn’t really know what the female form was like.
The male character has an extremely simple design, a hole at the top of a mushroom, embodying the principle of “less is more,” but the female character’s design is apparently different.
Because, before I started orally caressing Ichihime’s honey pot, I never imagined that the clitoris and its foreskin had such a strange structure.
Apparently, there are some virgins who occasionally mistake the urethra for the clitoris and buy sex from girls , and I can understand why.
That’s how complex and bizarre the female form is.顰蹙disapproval
“Ah…ah…!
Ah, no…no, no no…no…!”
As my tongue licked her urethra and clitoris at the same time, Ichihime began to thrash about.
What a troublesome wife she is.
Incidentally, many women have reported that if they continue to lick both their urethra and clitoris at the same time, their urethra eventually becomes sensitive and pleasurable.
Even so, my beloved Ichihime seems to have some resistance to being completely dominated by direct pleasure.
The pressure on my head has increased even more.
Oh well, I’ll stick my tongue into Ichihime’s vaginal opening.
“Mmm…
mmm!”
Ichihime’s hips trembled.
It seemed she had reached a mild orgasm.
Incidentally, it seems that not many people know that “acme” is a French word.
Well, it’s about as important as the fact that “Samen” is a German word.
While thinking such thoughts, I slurped up Ichihime’s slightly sour love juice.
My mouth gets all slimy with mucus, but that’s okay.
Ichihime seemed to have completely melted from my tongue’s petting, and her vaginal opening was cutely opening and closing as if she was eagerly awaiting my big dick.
As soon as I pulled my head out from under Ichihime’s kimono, a refreshing breeze filled the air.
As I moved away from the space that had been filled with the scent of females and looked down at Ichihime, I saw that her face was bright red and she had a dazed expression on her face.
Ichihime’s slender arms are clasped limply in an X shape at her chest, which contributes to the sense of fragility she exudes.
I knelt down near Ichihime’s head, took out my now fully aroused Big Sun, and gently slapped Ichihime’s cheek with my son.
Ichihime gazed at Big Sun bouncing on her cheek with a dreamy expression.
Soon, Ichihime’s hands wrapped around my big dick, and as she stroked it lovingly, she guided it into the space between her lips.
“Mmm…
mmm…
slurp…
kiss…”
Ichihime gently, tenderly, and shyly caresses the penis that has entered her mouth.
Just as I had been caressing her private parts earlier, she returned the favor, as if to say, “This is my way of returning the favor.”
“Mmm…ah…mmm…mm…”
I can’t remember who said that giving a blowjob while lying down is a specialized skill, but that’s how difficult it is to give oral sex to a man’s genitals while he’s lying down.
In other words, the most difficult part is taking breaths.
When you put a penis in your mouth, you are often forced to breathe through your nose.
However, because the human body’s structure allows for less oxygen intake through nasal breathing than through mouth breathing, repeatedly performing fellatio inevitably leads to oxygen deprivation.
And if you try to catch your breath forcefully, your teeth might hit your beloved boyfriend or husband, and if you hit him with your canine teeth, you could end up seriously injuring your precious son.
So it’s a style of fellatio that’s not for beginners, but Ichihime continues to serve my big dick with all her might, moving her head and tongue.
Her hot breath tickles my pubic hair.
When I gently moved my hips, Ichihime also began to desperately try to make me feel good.
“Slurp…
mm…
slurp, slurp…
mmm…”
A loving oral service from a beautiful Japanese woman with long black hair, still wearing her kimono.
My big dick must be starting to leak Cowper’s fluid.
The lewd sounds escaping from Ichihime’s mouth are beginning to take on a sticky color.
Seeing Ichihime continue to serve my big sun as if in a feverish trance, I felt I had reached my limit.
(I certainly can’t just ejaculate on it.)
If showers were readily available like in my original world, I could do all sorts of things like put a semen pack on Ichihime’s beautiful face or use her hair as semen shampoo.
But this is the Sengoku period.
Such modern things don’t exist here.
The only time you can really do that is probably when you’re cuddling in a hot spring.
With those thoughts in mind, I tried to pull my penis out of Ichihime’s mouth.
It would be cruel to spit it in her mouth—or so I thought, but then Ichihime grabbed my loincloth with one arm.
In that gesture, I sensed my beloved wife’s unwavering determination.
“…I’m going to release it, is that okay?”
“Mm…”
Ichihime nodded while sucking on my big dick.
It’s been a while since I’ve ejaculated inside her mouth—thinking that, my rigid cock stiffens like steel.
“It’s coming…
City, it’s really coming!”
“Ah!
Ah!”
I can’t move my hips too much.
But even without doing that, Ichihime’s passionate oral service is raising my carnal desires and sexual arousal to a fever pitch.
A deep love and devotion can be felt there.
I could only surrender to the pleasure that was making my hips melt, and to the love that Ichihime was giving me.
“I-Ichi!
Let’s go!”
“Mmmmm–”
A massive amount of semen spurts from my big dick, filling Ichihime’s mouth.
The overwhelming mass of the liquid easily exceeded the capacity of Ichihime’s mouth and leaked out from her pure lips.
“Mmm…
mmm…
gulp…
mmm…”
To prevent any of my semen from leaking out, Ichihime’s throat made a gulping sound as she swallowed the semen in her mouth little by little, but surely.
When I pulled Big Sun out of her mouth, she sat up, sat with her head slightly bowed, and continued to chew.
Chew, masticate, mix with saliva, and swallow.
Then, after she finished drinking the semen milk I had spat out, she slightly parted her mouth, a fleeting smile on her face, leaving the semen behind.
“Thank you…
Ichi, for drinking it…
I hope you’re not overdoing it.”
“No…
but it was really chewy and difficult to drink…”
As soon as she coughed, the smell of semen filled the air.
I had the illusion that my semen had taken over the inside of her body, and I was so happy that I hugged her tightly.
“I’m so happy…
Thank you.”
First of all, semen is not something you should swallow.
To begin with, it’s not something you’d put in your mouth.
It has a grassy, bitter, and fishy smell.
Even in long-term couples, the answer you’ll almost always get is, “Swallowing semen is impossible.”
Even with deep affection, the body may naturally reject it.
However, Ichihime accepted my essence on both a physical and mental level, and absorbed it into her body—nothing could make me happier.
“city…”
“Ah…”
Ichihime cried out in surprise when she saw my son.
“Oh, you…!
You’ve…
you’ve grown even bigger…!”
I want to do it again, this time in your lower mouth—
When I whispered that to Ichihime, she suddenly blushed and turned away.
“If Lord Nagamasa…if you…wish upon Ichi, then I’ll be there anytime—”
Her adorable gestures made it impossible for me to hold back any longer.
I kissed Ichihime’s lips, then loosened her underwear, exposing her genitals.
My sex with Ichihime is always raw.
There’s no way around it since condoms don’t exist.
As I rubbed my big penis against her honey pot, Ichihime let out a sweet moan and slightly swayed her hips.
–Please give it to me quickly.
I felt like they were saying something like that, and I snorted.
I lay on my back, thrusting my hips against Ichihime’s spread legs, and pushed out my proud big dick.
I revel in the sensation of parting the soft, slippery walls of flesh.
Every time I make love to Ichihime, I become intoxicated by the fact that I am physically intimate with this beautiful woman.
No matter how many men desire it, I am the only one who can have this orifice at my disposal.
Yes—only me.
“Ah…
ahhh…
come in, come in…
you…”
And I’m the only one who gets to hear her lewd voice.
With that possessiveness burning within me, I began to thrust my hips forcefully into her honey pot, which was packed full of luscious flesh.
Ichihime’s thick love juice clung to my penis and pubic hair, making lewd slapping sounds with each thrust of our hips.
“Ah…!
You…
you…!”
Ichihime clings to me.
Both of her arms were wrapped around my shoulders, and both of her legs were wrapped around my waist.
It was what they call a “super-duper hug.”所謂so-called
Pre-cum is released from my big dick and rubbed into Ichihime’s fleshy walls.
Ichihime seemed to prefer being thrust into rather than pulled out, and she cried out in pleasure every time I pressed my hips against her.
“Ah…damn, that feels good.”
Ichihime’s vaginal canal wasn’t big enough to swallow my big dick completely.
Whether her vaginal canal was short or my big dick was long, the latter was clearly to blame.
However, at the end of Ichihime’s vaginal canal is her cervix, which, like a girl nervously awaiting her first date, is eagerly awaiting the arrival of my big sun.
And just as I expected, when I rotated my hips to trace around her cervix, it opened its hole wide and lewdly, as if it couldn’t wait any longer.
“Ah…
mmm…
ah…
no…”
Ichihime’s cute yet lewd moans echoed and filled the room.
Perhaps her attendants are listening.
As I moved my hips, lost in thought, Ichihime looked at me with a reproachful gaze, even as she was lost in lust.
“N-no…
I can’t…
I can’t think about other things…
No…
Mmm!”
“I’m sorry…”
As I thrust my hips against Ichihime, I whispered in her ear.
“I was just worried that your attendants might have overheard us.”
“N…no…!”
Ichihime’s face flushed with shame, and she covered her face with both hands, shaking her head vigorously from side to side.
But the body was honest, and the seductive walls of her vagina that were enveloping my big sun were trembling with excitement.
“What…
you want to be seen…
you’re surprisingly perverted.”
“No…
No, that’s not it…!”
Every time Ichihime resists, her honey pot tries to drain my life force.
I paused my thrusts to take a short break, then stroked Ichihime’s head and kissed her repeatedly.
“Ichi , it’s so comfortable here…
I want to stay like this forever…”膣内inside
“Ah…
you…
I’m so embarrassed…”
“There’s no need to be embarrassed.
You’re cute, my city, my city alone.”
“Mmm!
It’s…
too intense…
I don’t like it…!”
Soon, my penis and Ichihime’s vagina began to kiss repeatedly, making a squelching sound.
As I quickened the movement of my hips, Ichihime desperately bit my shoulder.
The sensation was pleasant, and I simply poured all my love for Ichihime into Big Sun and continued to thrust.
Ichihime’s face was filled with lust, and now only I was reflected in her eyes.
I took a deep breath of her intense allure while gently tapping the deepest part of Ichihime’s body.
Each time, Ichihime would have a light orgasm, sucking on my glans with her cervix and wrapping her vagina around my shaft tightly.
“You…
you…!”
Overwhelmed with emotion, Ichihime tightened her embrace, desperately calling out my name.
Every time my big sun teases her cervix, her body trembles and my penis becomes even harder.
My penis head stimulates the entrance to the cervix and the protrusions on the vaginal walls, building up a strange pleasure in both of our genitals.
Ichihime’s former innocence has completely vanished, and she is now like a prostitute, trapped by the pleasure I give her.
“You…
I’m sorry…
I’m so sorry…!
Ichi, Ichi is about to come…!”
“city…!”
To make a final push, I thrust Big Sun into Ichihime’s seductive orifice with all my might, then pulled it out.
He opens the front of her underwear, runs his tongue over her areola, sucks and licks it, and flicks the pale pink protrusions that are now filled with saliva.
Then Ichihime’s hips began to tremble violently, and she pressed herself against my body with all her might.
“Ah…ah…ah…!
You…ahhh…I can’t take it anymore…I’m coming…!
Ah, no…hii…fuaaah…!”
Ichihime’s body jumped and trembled violently.
That tightness unleashed my animalistic desires.
“It’s coming out…!”
The same amount of semen as I had just ejaculated, or perhaps even more, is poured directly from my big dick into Ichihime’s cervix.
The semen, which could not be contained within her uterus and even exceeded the capacity of her vaginal opening, oozed out of her womb through the small gap between her penis and vulva, creating an indescribably obscene atmosphere.
When Big Sun is pulled out, a cloudy white fluid mixed with a pale yellow color gushes out of the now completely widened vaginal opening with a sloshing sound.
I think I’ve gone too far.
However, there’s no way you wouldn’t get excited seeing that lewd sight.
As I watched the semen leak from Ichihime’s vaginal opening, I stroked my penis and unleashed my carnal desires towards Ichihime’s vulva without inserting it.
The third wave, which burst out with a spurting sound, stained Ichihime’s crotch completely white.
Her labia, labia majora, urethra, and clitoris were all filled with my semen.
I coated my fingers with the semen I had produced and inserted them into Ichihime’s vaginal opening, pushing them in.
“You…
ah…
no…
uh…”
As I continued to stimulate Ichihime’s genitals, she trembled uncontrollably.
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Same time.
Mino, Bodaiyama Castle.
Under the bonfire, the retainers of the Takenaka family were gathered for an emergency meeting.
A messenger sent by their master, Saito Tatsuoki, had come under the cover of darkness to deliver a letter written by Tatsuoki.
Illuminated by the brightly burning bonfire, the messenger, Saito Michioki, couldn’t help but grin as he watched Hanbei reading the letter.
Michioki knows Hanbei’s taste.
It was none other than Dōkō who took her virginity.騙
The memory of pinning her down as she cried and screaming, and then raping her along with my comrades, still hasn’t faded.
She had only gone along with Ryuko’s playful plan to “make that woman dependent on him,” but even so, she was a great woman.
厠女—Being used as a human toilet and having ride on me is a good memory.
At least, it is for Michiyuki.輪
However, since Hanbei ran away in 1564, he hasn’t tasted her body for a long time.
Dōkō couldn’t help but lick his lips.
Hanbei, for a woman of the Sengoku period, had a well-proportioned figure and a body that men would find attractive.
Above all, it was Doukyou and his group who thoroughly trained him to be a man, so that he could turn everything into pleasure.
Tonight I’ll stay in this castle and once again enjoy the honey pot that has held so many men in Hanbei’s bedchamber.
Just as Michioki was thinking this, Hanbei quietly put the letter into his pocket.
“I have certainly received Lord Ryukou’s instructions.”
“I see, I see.”
Daoxing nodded with a lewd grin on his face.
“Then prepare immediately.
The Wakasa Takeda and Rokkaku families should already be ready.”
“yes”
Hanbei responded to Dokyo without changing his expression.
“Also, Lord Ryukou has summoned Hanbei, you know?
Even though he’s retired, Hanbei is still young.
It’s a shame…
for various reasons, you know?”
“…!”
Shigenori became enraged and began to stand up, but was restrained by the surrounding retainers.
“Also, I think I’ll stay the night at this castle tonight…
I have a lot to talk about with Hanbei, don’t you think?”
Receiving that lustful, lingering gaze, Hanbei turned pale and his body trembled slightly.
The memory of the assault was etched deep within her, and that trauma never faded, always keeping her at odds with Hanbei.
“Dokodono!”
Shigenori let out a roar like thunder.
Even Dokyo flinched at the angry tone of the muscular, fierce warrior’s voice.
“You are a secret messenger, aren’t you?
How dare you speak of staying overnight in such comfort!
Your duty is to immediately report Lord Shigeharu’s approval to Lord Ryuko!”
“—Tch.”
Dōkō, clearly displeased, clicked his tongue and slowly rose from his stool.
“The toilet girl’s younger brother barks a lot.”
“What?!”
“Stop it, Shigenori!”
Hanbei hastily restrained Shigenori and prostrated himself.
Seeing this, Michioki spat phlegm at Hanbei, then turned around and said:
“Once this battle is over, Hanbei, come to Inabayama.
I will appoint you to serve as Lord Tatsuoki’s attendant.”
With a muffled laugh, “Ha ha ha,” Daoxing rode away from Bodai Mountain Castle on his horse.
During that time, Hanbei remained lying face down on the ground, his face pale and his body trembling uncontrollably.
Shigenori wiped away the phlegm that had clung thickly to Hanbei’s hair and helped him to his feet.
“I’ve had enough, big sister…!”
Shigenori said in a strained voice.
“Why, why must my sister be insulted to this extent!
Why must she submit to people like them!
Why—”
“—Prepare for war.”
Standing up unsteadily, Hanbei informed his retainers around him.
“No way!”
Shigenori roared.
“That’s the one thing that absolutely cannot happen, sister!
We’re not the same people we were before, who were ignorant!
We must never lay a hand on that person!”
“–Shigenori”
Hanbei, his face pale, forced a strained smile.
“I cannot disobey Lord Ryuko’s orders…”
“–!”
Hanbei clutched his chest and gave orders to the retainers of the Takenaka family.
“Our enemy is—Asai, Asai Nagamasa!
By order of Lord Tatsuoki, we will now side with the Takeda and Rokkaku clans, who have formed an alliance with the Saito family, and advance at dawn to annihilate the evil dragon of northern Omi who is disrupting the world!”
Bodaisan Castle suddenly became chaotic, and military preparations were rapidly being made.
In the moonlight and the light of the bonfire, Shigenori watched his older sister, who was taking command, with eyes filled with despair.
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