It was around the time the army marching to Kyoto captured Yamazaki Castle.
Ichihime was nursing Manpukumaru and Chacha, who had started to fuss, and getting them to sleep.
I gently stroke the bellies of the children who have fallen fast asleep.
Unlike before, the baby cries less at night, and I now have a lot more time and energy to spare when it comes to taking care of him.
Even though they are your own children, taking care of a baby can often be exhausting.
I could understand why nobles of the time would completely entrust the care of their children to their retainers.
However, Ichihime had made up her mind.
Together with her husband, Nagamasa, she wanted to cherish and raise her child as a family.
My husband is currently away on military service, but that's precisely why I felt I had to do my best.
"You really... you look like you have no worries at all anymore..."
Ichihime smiled and sighed as she peered into the basket where Manpukumaru and Chacha were sleeping.
Then I flopped down onto the silk futon.
It's already midnight. Considering they've just fallen asleep, the children will probably sleep through until tomorrow morning.
Compared to when she was a newborn and would sleep and cry every half hour, things are like heaven now.
(I suppose I was like this in the past too. Although, I don't really know what that time was like.)土田御前Mother
With a small sigh, Ichihime pulled the silk quilt over herself.
I know that I'm putting myself through unnecessary trouble.
However, although it was tiring, it was not an unpleasant kind of hardship.
Watching my child grow steadily day by day is truly heartwarming.
Or perhaps, she found the resemblance to her husband, which became more apparent as she grew older, appealing.
For example, the shape of Manpukumaru's fingertips and the shape of Chacha's eyebrows appear to Ichihime to be exactly like her husband's.
This is merely an image filtered through Ichihime's own thoughts, but at least in the world of princesses from the Oda family, it was considered a confirmed fact.
A mother's love is strong.
It's not just about courage, but also about the mental aspect of having conviction.
Naturally, a wife wants her child to resemble the person she loves, and she inevitably wants her child to look like her beloved husband.
Ichihime was well aware that this was nothing but a nuisance for the children.
However, as a biological mother, she gave birth to this life because she loved her husband, because of that love.
It's only natural for intelligent beings to wish to resemble the source of their affection.
"Ah... Lord Nagamasa..."
Ichihime whispers the name of her beloved husband.
He is currently leading his troops to Kyoto to join forces with the Oda clan.
This military expedition had strong political implications. By currying favor with the Oda clan here, they could ensure that their request for reinforcements in the upcoming war against the Asakura clan would not be refused.
However, nights without Nagamasa are lonely.
Her body has been trained by him to associate nighttime with the time of year when she becomes sexually aroused.
Moreover, because her nipples had been sucked by children, they were very sensitive.
It had hardened and become pointed beneath her nightgown, and was slowly oozing breast milk.
"Ugh, why did this happen..."
Ichihime rubbed her thighs together, placing a silk breast pad-like cloth over her nipples.
Sensitive nipples can derive subtle pleasure from even the smallest things.
And then, the breast milk leaks out even more.
"It's Lord Nagamasa's fault..."
Ichihime muttered her accusations under her breath, calling out the name of her husband who was not present.
Before giving birth, and after—days filled with sex every other day.
That powerful cock is thrust into me, driving me wild with pleasure, and even though I beg for mercy while sobbing, the act itself is never stopped, and I am violated until I pass out, my mind burning with the pleasure of the climax.
Moreover, ever since Sanada Maru was presented to the Takeda family...
Nagamasa used the molting process to his advantage, and after using contraception, had sexual intercourse with Ichihime.
The sexual activity between men and women, the sexual activity between husband and wife, was originally meant to be performed solely for the purpose of procreation.
It should never have been done for the purpose of pleasure.
As a woman of a samurai family, she should never have desired such a despicable thing—or so she thought.
Since Sanada Maru arrived, Ichihime has been cleaning her intestines before Nagamasa comes to her bedchamber, obtaining the bio-condom, and then engaging in sexual activity with her husband.
In short, Ichihime was also using contraception of her own volition and was addicted to sex.
"Lord Nagamasa... Lord Nagamasa..."
It's not that I don't want children.
However, for Ichihime to conceive another child while already holding a baby would seem to place an enormous burden on her husband.
I can't help but think that it might be better to wait a little longer before getting pregnant.
In the Sengoku period (Warring States period), a woman's role was to conceive and give birth to her husband's children.
Thinking about it, my own pursuit of pleasure was truly immoral.
Moreover, unlike unprotected sex, condoms make it immediately clear how many times Nagamasa has ejaculated.
When the number of water balloons filled with semen, which was six before she lost consciousness, increases to about ten, Ichihime becomes excited and experiences a mental climax even though she has just woken up.
It was through such masochistic pleasure that I realized how much my husband had enjoyed my unconscious body.
"Oh, I'm so lonely... I feel a deep pain in my stomach... Help me, Lord Nagamasa..."
As Ichihime's hips swayed along with a sweet voice, her right hand slowly reached down to her crotch.
Her left hand had slipped inside through the opening of her kimono and was grasping her own magnificent, childbearing breasts.
The moment her left index finger lightly touched her nipple, Ichihime flinched and recoiled.
The sweet-smelling breast milk clings to the pad of my index finger.
"No, oh... this is wrong, this is wrong... no..."
Ichihime removed both her hands from her sensitive areas.
Then, she licked her index finger sensuously, as if serving her husband's penis, and cleaned it—then she fumbled around by the bedside.
Indeed, it is a box for copying and recording.
Nagamasa's wife, with a desperate gesture, picked it up and opened the box imbued with magic.
"I know I shouldn't, but..."
Ichihime lay on her back, manipulating the box, letting out hot sighs.
The box of records contains all of the affairs between Ichihime and Nagamasa from the time Haruhime became Nagamasa's principal wife. This is because every aspect of their marital relations was meticulously documented.
What initially served as a nominal "supervision" of Haruhime has now become a "side dish" to comfort Ichihime during lonely nights.
"It's Lord Nagamasa's fault... because he's neglecting me, Ichi..."
Masturbation was considered a morally transgressive act and a taboo activity for women of samurai families.
However, for Nagamasa, who was extremely progressive in sexual matters—and for his wives, Ichihime and Haruhime—the taboo nature of such acts was nothing more than a source of excitement that fueled and heightened their sense of transgression.
Ichihime breathes heavily as she manipulates the video playlist floating in the dark night.
Since I'm also keeping a growth diary for Manpukumaru and Chacha using the photo log box, the number of videos has already exceeded 1000.
The only way to distinguish the contents is by the thumbnail and the date, but for Ichihime, that's more than enough information.
And just as she found the video she was looking for and was about to play it, Ichihime suddenly remembered something and hastily sat up.
"No...that's not good..."
The beautiful woman who was Nagamasa's wife carefully checked that the room was locked.
Then, props were inserted into all the sliding doors to prevent them from being opened.
Yes, to prevent anyone from peeking at me while I'm masturbating.
Although Ichihime had been corrupted by Nagamasa's love of lust, she still felt a strong sense of shame at the thought of others witnessing her indecent behavior.
Or perhaps, because she defined her own body as belonging to her husband, she was sensitive to being seen.
"Lord Nagamasa... I'm lonely, so lonely..."
My beloved husband's face was floating in the dimly lit bedroom.
In response to that thumbnail, Ichihime leans in and gives a little kiss, her face showing the look of a girl in love.
Of course, it has no substance and no sensation.
However, none of that mattered to Ichihime.
The only thing that remains in my mind is the fact that I kissed my husband, and my head starts to boil.
And the beautiful princess's heart pounded, her womb trembled, and her vagina became moist.
"I love you, Lord Nagamasa..."
She murmured it again, and then brought her lips to the thumbnail once more.
A soft kissing sound came from her pursed lips. After making two more kissing sounds in quick succession, Ichihime slowly began to play the video on the box.
A pale blue light fills the bedroom, and incredibly realistic, three-dimensional images begin to unfold, so lifelike that you might mistake them for the real thing.
And tonight's side dish is a video of Nagamasa and Ichihime—taken one evening.
The princess apparently intended to vent her carnal desires by empathizing with her past self.