As I held Ichihime in my arms, I was enveloped in an overwhelming feeling of happiness.
With my mouth, with my hands, with my body, Ichihime felt pleasure. It was the ultimate fulfillment for a man.
Even if it didn't align with the values of women in that era, I was happy.
"Hey... Ichi, do you hate me?"
"...Lord Nagamasa is mean, but I don't dislike him. There's no way I could ever dislike him..."
"I see. Then why do you reject the pleasure I offer?"
"it is--!"
"I was trying to make Ichi feel good. I wanted it, so it's not your fault."
So, if Ichihime feels any resistance to experiencing pleasure through sexual intercourse, she can just blame it all on me, her husband.
In this era, a wife cannot defy her husband's desires. Therefore, when a husband tries to give her pleasure, the wife cannot refuse.
It's all my fault. It's inevitable that I'd feel good.
If she were to shift the blame in that way, my Ichihime development plan could move on to the next stage.
"Am I not at fault...?"
"That's right."
"Is it okay to feel good...?"
"That's right."
"Wouldn't you despise me for being such a despicable woman...?"
"There's no way I would do that. You're my wife. I'd be happy if you gratefully accepted everything I give you."
"got it..."
Ichihime smiled as she gently touched my chest.
"Lord Nagamasa somehow reminds me of my older brother."
"You think I'm like Lord Nobunaga?"
"Yes... He's the kind of man who constantly breaks down what I consider common sense and takes me to new worlds."
"I see."
"Somehow...it's reassuring."
Hmm, this response is based on what I did. She's truly a goddess.
Well, the place I want to take Ichihime is a world of exhilarating carnal desires.
I'm keeping quiet about it because if I said something like that at this stage, I'd definitely lose all credibility.
I lightly smoothed Ichihime's bangs with my fingertips before pressing my lips against hers, first melting her heart.
Then, while continuing the deep kiss, I stroked her back and stomach, and when the time was right, I touched her vulva with my fingertips. Ichihime's body flinched, but I no longer cared and continued my act.
She's moaning sweetly as she writhes in my arms. Ah, it's making me so horny...
The sound of mucus leaking from Ichihime's cleft grew louder, and my heart began to race as well.
I pulled away from Ichihime for a moment and rubbed my penis against her genitals.
The secretions mix together, making a lewd, squelching sound.
Ichihime sits up slightly, gazes blankly at the lewd game, and then smiles at me.
I positioned my son against Ichihime's genitals and slowly thrust my hips forward.
She closed her eyes with a calm expression, showing no resistance whatsoever.
She must have already accepted that she would grow from a girl into a woman and become a wife. Truly befitting a princess of a samurai family, she is resolute.
"Ah... ah... uh..."
But I could hear Ichihime's cries of agony, which she could no longer hide. Her orifice was thick, fleshy, narrow, and warm.
Perhaps surprised to be accepting a man for the first time, her fleshy walls try to push me away, refusing any further intrusion.
It is the mark of a woman of unparalleled beauty, a symbol of her maidenhood that, once lost, can never be recovered.
(This looks like it could cause significant damage if I push myself too hard.)
That's what I concluded.
The hymen is truly incredibly diverse, varying greatly from person to person.
Some girls are unfazed even after their clothes are easily torn, while others are in such excruciating pain that they can't stand up for a whole day.
Ichihime is undoubtedly the latter. The hymen merely narrows the opening of the vagina, but in the case of a woman with thick, fleshy walls—a sign of a truly exceptional vagina—it inevitably becomes an impenetrable fortress that repels men.
I decided to change my plan.
He inserts only the tip, including the glans, into her, and then stops moving.
"N-Nagamasa-sama... why are you stopping me...?"
Ichihime asked in a faint voice.
I stroked Ichihime's head and kissed her deeply.
Ichihime also responds in a way that pleases her. This is a good sign.
While I devoured Ichihime's mouth with my tongue, I groped her breasts with my left hand and searched for her clitoris with my right.
"Mmm...!"
The moment my fingertips touched her clitoris, Ichihime's body trembled violently.
But I'm keeping her mouth shut. I gently stroke her most sensitive erogenous zone.
I can feel a lot of her love juice running down my penis, which is still inserted at the tip.
Ichihime is shown with the tip of my penis inserted into her vaginal opening, her clitoris being played with, her nipples being toyed with, and her mouth being violated.
Ah, if I could go back to my original world again, I would bring the video with me.
What kind of reaction will Ichihime have when she sees her own shameful behavior objectively?
It's an impossible dream, but surely I'll be allowed to have such a wish.
"Oh no... no, you mustn't, Lord Nagamasa...!"
"You're pretending to dislike it, but it feels good, doesn't it? My stomach is already sticky with the shameful fluids dripping from between your legs."
"N-no...that's not it...that's not it, Lord Nagamasa..."
"It's okay, I told you, don't worry, it feels good."
"Ah... Aaaah... No, no no no... Ugh... Mmmmm!!"
My glans is being squeezed tightly like in a vise.
The moment I felt that contraction, I thrust my hips forward with all my might.
His proud son slid smoothly into Ichihime's orifice and was completely swallowed up.
"Ah... ah..."
Ichihime was letting out a completely sweet voice, intoxicated by the afterglow of her climax. She didn't seem to feel much pain from losing her virginity.
Yes, human pain perception is controlled by instructions from the brain.
In other words, even if you send a pain signal at the moment of climax—that is, the moment when your brain is filled with pleasure hormones—the brain is too preoccupied with controlling those pleasure hormones to accurately transmit the pain sensation to the body.
"Thank you, Ichi."
"Lord Nagamasa..."
When I stroked Ichihime's cheek, she looked genuinely happy and placed her hand on mine.
"And... I'm sorry, Ichi."
"Is something wrong...?"
"I'm about to release it too. It might be a bit of a stretch, but is that okay?"
When he asked the question while their lower bodies were still joined, Ichihime smiled.
"I've already been treated very well... If my husband doesn't feel good, then I'm a failure as a wife who shares the bed with him."
"Thanks"
I gave Ichihime a light kiss, then began to thrust my hips in earnest, aiming for ejaculation.
Basically, I like watching women writhe in pleasure, but in the end, I want to finish off feeling good myself.
"Ah...!"
My tip reaches the deepest part of Ichihime.
Even if her proud son were to poke her cervix with his penis, it would only cause Ichihime pain.
But I feel good.
Actually, I suppose it's unavoidable since my son's size exceeds the depth of Ichihime's vaginal opening.
I'd like to develop a technique where I can reach orgasm just by stimulating my cervix, but that seems like it will take some time.
"No... I don't want to... It's too deep... It's so deep!"
"I'm sorry, please bear with me for a little while."
"Mmm... mmm... haa... ah..."
As the insertion continues, I notice that Ichihime's condition is gradually changing.
The flesh walls that had been so rigid and resistant to the man had completely given in to his penis, now squeezing and gripping it tightly as if to squeeze out every last drop of semen.
"Lord Nagamasa... Lord Nagamasa... Lord Nagamasa... Lord Nagamasa..."
Perhaps she was getting used to it. I firmly grasped Ichihime's beautiful curves as she writhed, calling my name in a sweet voice, and moved my hips vigorously while remaining in the missionary position.
As her hips moved rhythmically, Ichihime's beautiful large breasts jiggled violently, and just seeing that made my urge to ejaculate rise almost instantly.
"It looks like you're feeling much better...!"
"Well... that's not true..."
Even as her body was being played with as they pleased, Ichihime covered her face with both hands in embarrassment.
I grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and pinned them above her head.
Ichihime shook her head in denial, but I wasn't going to give in that easily. In fact, she was so cute, I wanted to see more of that lewd behavior from her.
But sadly, men have a time limit.
Only professionals in that field or protagonists of light novels and eroge games can manage to hold back when they're about to cum.
Before me lay a stunningly beautiful girl pinned down, in a completely exposed state. I took her virginity and am now beginning to plant pleasure in her innocent body.
He held down her breasts, which swayed in rhythm with the movement of her hips, and licked and sucked at her hardened nipples.
Ichihime let out a cry of delight and clung to me.
"I'm going to release it...!"
"Y-yes...!"
He grinds his hips against Ichihime's clitoris, pressing the tip of his penis against her cervix.
Suddenly, she began to tremble and her fleshy opening tightened around me, and unable to withstand it any longer, I released all the semen I had been holding back deep inside Ichihime.
I was startled by the semen gushing out like a tap had been turned on, and I released my hands from Ichihime's waist.
"Lord Nagamasa..."
When I grasped Ichihime's hand, which was swaying weakly in the empty air, she closed her eyes as if she were truly relieved.
Soon I could hear their breathing as they fell asleep.
It seems that everything was a new experience for them, and they were understandably exhausted.
I hesitated to pull my penis out of her vagina, which felt so good, and after thinking about it for a while, I reluctantly decided to pull it out.
Leaving it in all the time would probably put a strain on Ichihime, so it can't be helped.
With a gurgling sound, a yellowish-white fluid spurts out from the widened vulva, running down her shapely buttocks and spreading onto the futon.
(Oh man, whoever is in charge of cleaning in the morning must have a tough job.)
With such detached thoughts, I put my arms around Ichihime.
It's warm, soft, and feels great... It's the perfect body pillow.
(But I can't just keep having sex with Ichihime all the time.)
Yes, there's a mountain of work to do.
After all, I've become the brother-in-law of the Sengoku daimyo Asai Nagamasa, and also of the legendary Oda Nobunaga.
Domestic affairs, foreign policy, and, if necessary, the military must also be mobilized.
Sometimes there will be betrayal, and sometimes you will be betrayed. That's the nature of the Sengoku period.
(My environment will change drastically starting tonight. The real test will begin tomorrow morning...)
For now, my first night with Ichihime went smoothly.
From now on, his days will likely consist of conducting state affairs during the day and embracing Princess Ichihime at night.
"Nagamasa... samaa..."
As Nagamasa stroked the cheek of Ichihime, who was breathing softly in her sleep, he reaffirmed his resolve.
I train hard to protect my own life and this beautiful wife—yeah, not bad. I think it's a perfectly ideal way of life.
The mornings in the Sengoku period started early.
I pulled Ichihime into a tight embrace and drifted off into a slumber.