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After relaxing in the hot springs for a while, I decided that it was time for my wife and I to wash ourselves.
There is always a pile of rice bran in a container in the bathhouse .枡Masu
This is supplied by Omiya, a rice wholesaler that has a shop in the former castle town of Odani.
Incidentally, I've subtly suggested to Omiya that they open a branch in the commercial district of Nagahama, so I expect a second Omiya store will be built in Nagahama soon.
"...But seriously, Ichi's hair is so smooth."
"Hehe, thank you."
As I rubbed Ichihime's hair with rice bran and praised her, she looked very pleased.
"Hair is a woman's life, her spirit, and her pride... Isn't that right, Princess Osamu?"
"Y-yes..."
Incidentally, Princess Osamu had her hair washed by Princess Ichi.
As Princess Chihime looked on in awe, Ichihime took a lock of her wet hair and said:
"Princess Osamu's hair is so soft...it feels wonderful to the touch. To be honest, I'm envious."
"Th-that's not true...! I really admire your smooth, flowing hair, madam...!"
"Oh my, hehehe"
I wash Ichihime's hair, and Ichihime washes Osamuhime's hair.
It was like a scene of a close-knit family of three taking a bath together.
It was a scene that I, a lonely soul with no family, had longed for very strongly.
"That's right, Lord Nagamasa. Actually, there's something I've wanted to ask you for a while now..."
"what up?"
"Lord Nagamasa, which of my hairstyles do you prefer, mine or Princess Osamu's?"
"...You're asking that?"
I replied with a wry smile.
"Your hair textures are different, and your hair colors are different too. Ichi's hair is so exquisite that I could stroke it forever, and Osamu's hair is so wonderful that I could bury my face in it forever... Is that not good enough?"
"So... you can't determine superiority or inferiority?"
"Well, that's probably true."
I scooped up some hot water with a bucket and poured it over Ichihime's head, saying:
Her cute little "hyau" can be heard mixed in with the steam.
"You are my wives. If I don't love you all equally, my character will be questioned. For example, if I were to only pay attention to Osamu, you would be unhappy, wouldn't you?"
"...yes"
"The same goes for Osamu. That's why I have to make sure that Ichi and Osamu don't feel dissatisfied... I have to love them both properly and equally."
If you can't do that, then having more than one woman involved is a bad idea.
Therefore, I don't get involved with more women than necessary.
That was my unwavering pride.
(Or perhaps that's just my limit...)
However, I don't try to force my own ideas on my children.
I'll just let you know my opinion, but I'll absolutely not try to force you to do anything.
Children are clever.
Children grow up watching their parents, and if they think something is good, they'll imitate it; if they think it's bad, they'll absolutely refuse to imitate it.
If he had the ability, if he could truly love women equally and make them happy—then I wasn't going to interfere with whatever the children did.
(Of course, if things start going in the wrong direction... we'll have to correct it.)
While I was thinking about all that, they finished washing each other's hair, and it was my turn.
I'm the only one who hasn't washed my hair yet.
And having my two wives dotingly take care of me—wiping my back and washing my hair—was truly wonderful.
"Hehe... Your back is really broad... It'll be a pleasure to wash it."
Haruhime held rice bran in both hands and rubbed the slightly damp bran against her palms.
That gentle sensation begins along my shoulder blades—and first moves up towards my shoulders.
"Amazing... so hard..."
We need to loosen them up properly.
As soon as I heard Chihime's murmur, a pleasant, deep pressure sensation ran down my shoulder.
Her slender fingertips are resting on my muscles, gently and carefully massaging them.
"Mmm... Mmm..."
As she applies pressure with her fingertips, Chihime lets out small moans each time she touches my skin .按摩So
That earnestness is what I find most endearing.
"Lord Nagamasa, are there any itchy spots?"
"Ah, ah... I'm fine."
"Hehe... Is that so?"
Then, Ichihime sits in front of me and washes my hair.
Shaka shaka shaka.
Ichihime's slender, graceful fingertips moved smoothly, applying just the right amount of pressure to my scalp.
And of course...
Right before my eyes, two large breasts—bouncing and jiggling with the movement of her arms.
(What a magnificent view...)
Her breasts had grown larger due to pregnancy, and—perhaps because of what had just happened—her nipples were firm and erect.
My wife's breasts are so alluring—I want to touch them, knead them, lick them, suck on them, and nibble on them.
But it was something that absolutely should not be touched.
When women experience sexual stimulation to their nipples, a hormone called oxytocin is released, which can potentially cause uterine contractions.
Of course, it's perfectly fine as long as you don't do it too forcefully.
In the world I came from, it was considered acceptable to have sex with a pregnant wife as long as she was in the second trimester—provided that it was clean, a condom was used, and the movements were gentle.
But there are no condoms in this world. There are bathhouses, but they are not necessarily clean.
And if I were to touch Ichihime's breasts for the first time in six months—including her nipples—it's obvious I wouldn't be able to control myself.
That's why I had to abstain from sex, and I was sure Ichihime agreed to that.
(When I first came back from visiting the water god, I was having a hard time even trying to break that rule...)
Let's leave that aside for now.
What's important right now is that Ichihime's slender fingertips are gently and carefully washing my scalp.
Finger movements that seem to wash away the dirt accumulated on the scalp.
However, it seemed that the massage was also being performed at the same time, as the masseuse carefully kneaded and washed my neck, relieving the tension in the stiff muscles.
Rustling, swirling.
Once that's done, the next area to clean is behind the ears, where dirt tends to accumulate.
She gently rubs my ears, hooking her fingers over them, and also softly massages my earlobes.
"Ah... phew..."
I couldn't help but let out that sound.
It feels good. It feels incredibly good.
"Your Majesty... you look very comfortable..."
As she carefully washed my back, Haruhime said that.
She applied plenty of rice bran again and massaged my stiff, rigid spine and lower back...塗Mabu
Finally, press your palms firmly against your waist, stretching your entire back, and then push hard upwards from your waist to your shoulders.
"Ah... it's healed... uhh..."
"Oh dear, Lord Nagamasa... what a look on your face... Hehe..."
Ichihime smiled as she peered into my face, which was contorted with pleasure.
Then, she slowly rinsed my head with warm water, and Princess Chihime also slowly poured warm water over my back.
Along with the rice bran and grime, the feeling of fatigue completely draining away is incredible.
"Ah... I feel so much lighter... Thank you both."
"good..."
"Your Majesty..."
I sat on the edge of the bathtub and dipped my feet in.
Then Ichihime and Haruhime sat down on either side of me and hugged me.
"Hey, Ichiji..."
He put his arms around both of his wives' waists and gently stroked them as he said:
"I'm taking tomorrow off. So don't worry too much. I'm not just my own body anymore—I know that very well."
My wives clung to my torso even tighter, squeezing their breasts together.
Intoxicated by the sweet sensation that I can never get used to, I stroke their buttocks.
(So, let's take it easy today and tomorrow... and think about what to do next.)
While Ichihime kissed me on the mouth and Haruhime gently stroked my lower abdomen, I decided to let my wives do as they pleased for the time being.
Perhaps this is the time when it's necessary.