"Lord Nagamasa..."
Ichihime is lying on the bed.
As I leaned over her again, she called out to me in a small voice.
Her teary eyes held a mixture of anticipation for what was about to begin, shyness, and—a hint of anxiety.
To dispel all of her anxieties, he gently touched Ichihime through her kimono.
Traditional Japanese clothing tends to conceal a woman's figure.
However, even then, if you touched it, you could feel the soft skin beneath the fabric.
"Ah..."
A feminine, soft facial contour.
Having given birth, her body transformed from that of a young girl into a more distinctly feminine form.
As he stroked her breasts, which had grown larger than before she gave birth, through her kimono, Ichihime let out a sweet moan.
Just hearing that voice filled me with an unparalleled sense of happiness.
"Finally... you've touched upon that..."
With a look of deep emotion on her face, Ichihime whispered:
"Since I became pregnant with the child... I haven't been able to be touched..."
"Well..."
I whispered back with a wry smile.
"I've been holding back quite a lot..."
"Oh... so you don't dislike me?"
"You idiot."
As the pressure was applied to both sides of her kimono, lifting and compressing her breasts, Ichihime let out a seductive sigh.
"What kind of husband would hate his wife's breasts...? On the contrary, he'd probably resent them when his children took them away."
"Hehe... Oh, you shouldn't say things like that..."
Ichihime is smiling.
She was exasperated by the childishness her husband displayed, but at the same time, she was genuinely happy—that was the kind of smile she wore.
"The city no longer belongs solely to Lord Nagamasa..."
"...I'm the same way, too."
"Yes...it's a strange thing."
My beloved wife grabbed my hands, which were crawling across her kimono, with both of hers and gently rubbed her cheek against mine.
"...Lord Nagamasa, I love you. I adore you so much that I would like to dedicate my heart to you..."
"That's a problem. If you give me your heart, you'll die. I prefer you to be able to speak up rather than being silent."
"...Lord Nagamasa!"
That's why I wanted to hear more of your voice.
I wanted to make every single thing—my beloved wife's sigh, her heartbeat, her gestures—all mine.
He kissed Ichihime's cheek, which was beaming with joy, and then whispered in her ear.
"Ichi... I'm going to undress you."
However, contrary to my expectations, Ichihime put up a slight resistance.
"Um, well...if possible, I'd like to leave it like this..."
"...why?"
Personally, I don't mind if it's clothed play.
Rather, the idea of completely filthing a traditional Japanese princess in a kimono until she becomes a dirty princess is a man's fantasy.
However, tonight is a different story.
It's been about a year, and this will be the first time we've been intimate since I gave birth...
If possible, I wanted to see all of Ichihime's features, and I had a strong desire to touch her directly.
However, it seems my beloved wife doesn't want to take off her kimono.
"Th...that is..."
Ichihime began to explain the reason quietly and with a hint of embarrassment.
"Well, I... I got stretch marks on my stomach because I became pregnant with a baby... and my nipples got bigger too..."
That's what she claimed.
However, what Ichihime is saying is something that can happen as a matter of course, given that she is human.
It's an unavoidable fact that the skin on the stomach stretches during pregnancy, and in her case, it was even more so because she was carrying twins.
And it's also perfectly normal for nipples to enlarge in order to breastfeed a baby.
"Don't worry about things like that..."
"But...! I'm scared that when Lord Nagamasa sees my changed body, he'll be disappointed in me..."
"I want to hold 'you' in my arms... There's no way I could be disillusioned by that."
After hesitating for a while, Ichihime slowly closed her eyes.
That was my signal, and I slowly began to remove her kimono.
And finally, we arrive at the undergarment, the juban.
The outfit Ichihime is wearing now is brand new, completely spotless and pure white.
Because the fabric wasn't very thick, I could clearly see the lines of my wife's body through it.
"Well, if you stare at me like that..."
Ichihime whispered shyly.
"Lord Nagamasa... I'm still too embarrassed...! Please, I beg you, let me keep my kimono on..."
"No, I absolutely will not allow it."
"Ugh... No way..."
I slowly reached out and touched her enlarged breasts through her undergarments.
It's so big that it doesn't fit in the palm of your hand and spills out.
When I apply a little pressure and rub her, my wife lets out a nasal moan and writhes her body.
"Ah... no, stop... If you rub it, it will get chafed... mmm."
The more I kneaded Ichihime's soft, squishy breasts, the more passionate her moans became.
It may be partly due to the emotional aspect of having been touched for the first time in almost a year, but the bigger reason is probably the sensitive nipples that are unique to breastfeeding mothers and that secrete breast milk.
Her breasts were so distorted in my hands that her nipples rubbed against the fabric of her undergarment with a rustling sound.
"Right... I need to massage it slowly and gently, don't I?"
"Th-that's not what I meant...! Ah, hyahn..."
When I gently massaged her nipples through her undergarments, Ichihime's eyebrows drooped and she let out a troubled sigh.
I found that gesture endearing, and when I tried to pinch her nipple through her underwear—
"Mmm... mmm, ah... ahh..."
—A soft moan escaped my wife's lips, and the volume of her voice gradually grew louder.
The princess's alluring figure, with her slender waist twisted and her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly.
"Ah, no...no...! Lord Nagamasa, you can't do that, you can't...it'll come out...!"
"...What's coming out?"
"That, that...! Ah... ah... ahhhhhh...!"
Ichihime's nipple was being pinched through her undergarment.
Breast milk spurted out from there.
A warm bodily fluid, the color of rice water, clung to my fingertips.
Once breast milk is released, it doesn't stop, and it just keeps dripping from the nipple.
"That's why...I told you so...!"
I'm so embarrassed.
With those colors etched across her face, Ichihime vented her resentment in a barely audible voice.
"But even with your milk dripping down... I can't help but find you adorable."
"Mmm...!"
I gently slipped my hand under her undergarment and stroked her breasts, which were sticky with breast milk.
When I gently poked her firm nipples, Ichihime let out a sweet moan.
"...I'm going to take them off."
"W-what do you really mean...?"
"Yes, I absolutely must."
I sat cross-legged and then gently lifted Ichihime's body into my arms.
Then, he gently settles her body onto his lap and holds her tightly.
He must have felt my chest against his back and felt relieved.
He gently tilted Ichihime's head back, letting out soft sighs, and softly pressed his lips against hers.
Meanwhile, I removed her undergarments and brushed them off—and my beloved wife, as if trying to hide her embarrassment, eagerly pressed her lips firmly against mine.
"Mmm... mmm..."
As we were kissing, Ichihime raised both her arms and wrapped them around my head.
It's a gesture often seen in love scenes in movies, but there's something indescribably wonderful about having your own wife do it so naturally.
"...city"
"Lord Nagamasa..."
As we pulled our lips apart, creating a silver bridge between us, Ichihime and I exchanged passionate glances.
It was she who changed the course of events.
Ichihime pressed her lips against mine, and her delicate, lovely lips began to suck on me.
"Chu... mm, chu... mmm... mm..."
My wife's lips are eager, as if trying to mask the tension that comes with having sex for the first time since giving birth.
But because of that, we kissed deeply and passionately, our tongues intertwining, and we became completely absorbed in our time together.
"Hmm... Ah...!"
Ichihime let out a surprised cry.
It was because my hand touched her breasts, which had swelled up due to pregnancy.
It was like a water balloon, completely taut and rigid.
"N-no...! That's not right, Lord Nagamasa...!"
"It's fine."
While suppressing Ichihime's resistance, I gently massaged her entire breast, being careful not to stimulate the nipples that were leaking breast milk.
It goes without saying that a woman's body undergoes various changes during breastfeeding in preparation for her baby.
One of them is breast tenderness.
The baby sleeps and wakes up repeatedly for 2-3 hours.
During this time span, breast milk begins to accumulate in the mammary glands, and even the slightest stimulation can cause it to leak out.
Incidentally, breast milk leakage was a problem that troubled many women after childbirth.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
"Does it hurt?"
As I caressed Ichihime's breasts, I whispered into her ear, which was bright red.
"It must be so painful with it all swollen like this... Even though it's for the sake of the child, I really... admire you..."
"Th-that's... ah..."
My beloved wife seemed a little itchy, but she leaned her back comfortably against my chest.
"We must properly relieve the tension in your breasts, otherwise it will be difficult for you...and more importantly, it will be hard for Manpukumaru and Chacha to drink your milk. Don't worry, it won't hurt..."
"I, Ichi trusts Lord Nagamasa completely, so I never once thought he would do anything bad—ahh!"
Ichihime's upper body trembled.
My index finger, middle finger, and thumb were pressed tightly against her breast, as if to pinch her areola.
"Ah... ah... mm... haa...!"
Then, as you move three fingers to pinch the base of the areola, from Ichihime's nipple—
"P-Please don't look... Please don't look...!"
—Her breast milk spurts out forcefully.
It emitted a strangely calming scent, and scattered onto the bedding.
"It's alright, just be quiet and entrust yourself to me..."
"But...! Ah, mm... oh, no way...!"
Slowly, gently, and carefully, I continued to milk Ichihime.
As those of you who have played with breast milk know, this bodily fluid contains components such as lactose and fat, so it can be quite sticky.
Therefore, women who have just given birth often wear nursing bras with special pads while having sex, fearing that breast milk will spray out.
(There are no bras in this era... well, I guess... I could just make one...)
However, making a bra seems quite difficult.
That's because I once measured the ring finger sizes of Ichihime and Haruhime, and subtly commissioned Tomokuni Village to make precise rings for them—but I still haven't received any news that they're finished.
Even rings are like that.
It wasn't hard to imagine that modern bras, a fusion of metal and fabric, require a high level of technical skill to produce.
"The city is really doing a great job... They must be suffering from lack of sleep, and their chests are swollen like this... It must be so hard for them."
"Th-that's not... true... ah..."
Also, breast milk spurts out forcefully from Ichihime's nipples.
Since breast milk doesn't always come out from the top of the nipple, several Milky Ways were drawn in the air.
"I love him... He's my child with Lord Nagamasa... That's why. The love for him outweighs any difficulties or anything like that... Mmm."
A warmth spreads deep within my heart.
As I gently squeezed breast milk from the base of Ichihime's breasts, I trembled with emotion.
"Ichi... you really are..."
Why would she go to such lengths for me?
Overwhelmed with emotion, I lost all self-control and kissed her forcefully.
My beloved wife accepted my actions naturally, and parted her lips as if welcoming me.
My tongue slid in as if drawn in, and a watery smacking sound—like eating a melon—began to echo from inside my mouth.
"Mmm... mm... ah... mmm..."