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Part 4: The Stirrings of Kohoku
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Episode 55: The Day of the Blooming Camellia Wedding
As the night that had surrounded the mansion began to rise and a faint light appeared in the sky...
I woke up when I noticed a soft, gentle, and warm body stirring beside me, trying to get up from the bed.
"Good morning, Lord Nagamasa."
I must have been hugging her tightly without even realizing it.
With her waist held tightly, Ichihime said with a wry smile and a look of apology.
"I'm sorry to wake you when you're tired. I'll call you back later, so please relax for now..."
"No, it's fine—I'm wide awake now."
"Ah...!"
As I said this mischievously and pressed my nose against Ichihime's back to take a deep breath, she squirmed in embarrassment.
The scent of sweat filled the air, and the pheromones began to shake the center of my brain—unconsciously, I found myself pressing my hips against her thighs.
There, fully swollen and ready for battle, was my —yes, in a "morning erection" state.刺突型最終兵器Big Sun所謂so-called
"N-no, Lord Nagamasa... That's absolutely unacceptable..."
For pregnant women living in pre-modern societies, the male genitalia, no matter how much they loved their husband, was something to be absolutely avoided.
Even without scientific knowledge, pregnant women know that if that rigid penis is thrust into them during pregnancy, not only will their own lives be in danger—the lives of their unborn babies will also be at risk.
Therefore, it is perfectly natural that Ichihime would try to dissuade me with words of rejection.
As a man, I absolutely had to respect his wishes.
"...I know. If I were to attack you here, it would negate the meaning of taking Haruhime as my concubine."
He slowly released his arms from Ichihime's waist.
Then, instead of running away after being released, she sat up and, unbelievably, leaned against me.
"Thank you for your consideration..."
"...It's not that big of a deal, is it? Common sense dictates that."
I stroked her head, which was resting softly against my chest, and said:
"It's only natural for a husband to take care of his wife's health, but... it's nothing to be thanked for."
"No, that may be true, but how many good men truly cherish their wives in this world...? Women are ultimately just tools for bearing children, or tools for being embraced—the vast majority of wives and women in 'this world' are seen in this way and have their hearts crushed."
Ichihime gently puts her arms around my back and hugs me tightly.
The smell of night sweats began to waft again. And now, her unique, sweet body odor was added to it.
This is a dangerous smell. It's invigorating in many ways.
"But Lord Nagamasa was different. He saw Ichi not as 'the wife of the household,' but as 'Lord Nagamasa's wife,' as a woman. The same was true for Princess Osamu. Lord Nagamasa gently embraced her when she was wounded in both heart and body."
Ichihime gently sat up, cupped my cheeks in her soft hands, and kissed me tenderly.
The luscious, firm flesh pressed against my dry, chapped lips.
Her lips slowly parted , and I saw her gentle smile—the one I consider the most beautiful in the world.撓Tawa
"That is why I—we—love you, Lord Nagamasa, from the bottom of our hearts. We cherish you above all else, because you face people head-on."
It was immediately clear that those words were not flattery, but rather Ichihime's genuine feelings.追従Suishou
It was clear from looking into her eyes and hearing her voice.
A person's eyes and voice are mirrors that reflect their inner self.
"That's why I can throw myself into this, because I wouldn't hesitate to give my life for Lord Nagamasa—even if it means sacrificing my own life, it will still be meaningful."
Then, Ichihime embraced my head in her ample, maternal bosom and spoke with strong emotion in every word.
"I am proud of Ichi. To be Lord Nagamasa's wife, and... to be able to bear his child. To be able to pass on your memory to future generations as flesh and blood—I am overjoyed. I couldn't be happier."稚児Yayako
"...city"
Her smile has a certain fragility about it, evoking both a sense of motherhood and a strong desire to protect her.
I want to be protected, I want to be spoiled, yet I also want to protect them, and I want them to rely on me. It's such a strange feeling.
Or perhaps this feeling is what one feels for family—I thought to myself as I hugged her back.
"...Family is a wonderful thing."
"...yes!"
And just as they separated and exchanged smiles, Kaede and Sakura, the maids, entered the room.
"Good morning, my lord!"
"Oh, good morning...?!"
The two maids stared at me in stunned silence, then quickly averted their gaze.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"N-no... no... um, oh, my lord!?"
Instead of Kaede, who had covered her eyes tightly with both hands, Sakura called out in a high-pitched voice, almost shouting.
Incidentally, like Kaede, she was also covering her eyes with both hands, but the gaps between her fingers were quite large, making it clear that her gaze was focused on a single point.
For example, in erotic doujinshi, the seemingly innocent but secretly lewd heroine who is very interested in men often does what is known as "staring intently."
"Um, well, um...! You are magnificent again today!!"
"...Yeah?"
What exactly is so "magnificent" about today's experience?
As I pondered these things with a sleepy mind, I shifted my gaze to where Kaede's eyes were focused—and there, standing perfectly upright, was Big Sun, with a bang that seemed to accompany it.
Apparently, it had remained erect without losing its erection at all since earlier.
"..."
"H-H-H-H-Huh!?"
When I silently shook my hips elegantly and rhythmically, Sakura's legs gave way and she collapsed onto the tatami mat.
"Lord Nagamasa..."
Ichihime called my name.
His persuasive tone made me decide to obediently follow his advice.
It wasn't because I was scared of her at all.
It's not that I sensed the expressionless, cold, and ruthless face of a demon behind that plastered-on smile. Absolutely not.
"Then, I will go and get ready, so Lord Nagamasa, please go to Princess Osamu's place until then. Now, Sakura, don't slumped over forever, straighten up."
"Y-yes!"
Sakura was carried away, with Ichihime holding her arm and Kaede cradling her in her arms.
My beloved wife will probably change into her daytime attire soon.
Needless to say, mornings are tough for women. And Ichihime is no exception.
She has many things she needs to do, such as taking care of her hair and taking a bath in the morning.
Moreover, Ichihime also served as a symbol of the Oda family, an ally of the Asai family.
Therefore, she always had to be very careful to prevent the Asai retainers from disrespecting the Oda family .身嗜grooming
And all of these things are usually carried out with the assistance of the ladies-in-waiting.
Just as a beautiful garden will become overgrown with weeds and spoil its appearance if not cared for, Ichihime's beauty was the result of tireless, everyday effort.
And it is through that beauty that the Asai and Oda families can be connected.
"..."
After Ichihime and the others left the room, all that remained was me, with my crotch throbbing with .熱Iki
Again, without saying a word, I tried shaking my hips elegantly and dynamically.
My youthful Big Sun doesn't wobble or shake; it pierces the void like an iron spear—that's all there is to it.
"...I guess I'll go to Osamu's place, as instructed."
Muttering to myself, I threw off my pajamas and put on a kimono.
Going to another wife's place at his wife's urging...objectively speaking, it's an extremely pathetic story, but—in short, it's also a welcome story if it means that Princess Osamu is trusted by Princess Ichi.
Even so, I seem to have woken up way too early today. I thought to myself as I listened to what was happening outside.
It will probably take some time for Ichihime to get ready, and considering that meal preparations will only begin after she's finished, breakfast is likely still a long way off.
That means Haruhime and I will have more time to spend together.
(Osamu is so cute when he wakes up...)
Unlike Ichihime, Haruhime was not a morning person at all. That said, it wasn't that she was a bad sleeper either.
He doesn't get particularly grumpy; in fact, even after waking up, he continues to play with me as if he's still dreaming.
It's like they'll playfully nibble on your neck and shoulders, or lick and suck on your fingers—that kind of thing.
If she's doing it on purpose, then there's no other way to describe it than "calculating," but in her case, it's because it's all natural, which is the problem.性質Tachi
Of course, in a good way.
Once you experience that, you get sucked deeper and deeper into it, like a bottomless swamp.
(If that's decided, I'll head there right away.)
I don't know if Princess Osamu is awake or not, but that's kind of charming in its own way.
You should gently, carefully, and gentlemanly caress her body while she sleeps, patiently waiting for her to wake up, fueled by the flames of sexual arousal.
Then, while gently stroking her cheek as she sleepily clings to you, you can slowly lead the conversation into a more intimate and affectionate relationship.
(To be honest, having Big Sun constantly erect is... pretty tough.)
My erect penis, sensing the subtle pleasure generated by rubbing against the kimono, is converting that into erectile power and shows no sign of wilting.
Right now I'm still able to maintain my composure, but if this pleasure continues to accumulate—eventually my thoughts will be filled with sexual desire, and I might end up losing control.
"...I'll make sure I don't see Hisashi."
I have absolutely no interest in young girls, but there's a good chance I could "make a mistake" like I did at Gifu Castle some time ago.
That's how dangerous and uncontrollable sexual desire can be.
All I can do is proceed with extreme caution, to the point of potentially destroying a bridge by tapping on it too much, and avoid getting involved with any woman other than Ichihime and Haruhime.
That was the best course of action, or perhaps it was the only thing that could have been done.
(but--)
As I stepped outside the mansion and headed towards the annex where Princess Osamu was, a thought suddenly crossed my mind.
(Why am I feeling so sexually aroused?)
That never happened in the world I came from.
With those thoughts in mind, I slipped through the entrance of the detached building and crept stealthily towards Princess Osamu's bedchamber.