After finishing her evening meal, Kicho took a bath with the assistance of her maid to wash away the sweat, and then carefully wiped off the dirt from her body.
My hair, which my husband praised as being "worth more than a million koku," is now completely wet.
While glancing sideways at the maids diligently wiping away the moisture with cloths, Kicho was busy applying her evening makeup using a mirror.
All of Nobunaga's concubines, who were his wives, remained at Kiyosu Castle or Komakiyama Castle, leaving Kicho as the only woman he kept as a mistress. This could be interpreted as,
(I will be able to spend this evening with Lord Nobunaga—)
—That's what it meant.
Kicho has been Nobunaga's wife for 18 years and will turn 32 this year.
Normally, even if her husband sought her body, she would have refused, saying, "Please, go to your concubine..."
However, when roughly embraced her like a bandit when she resisted.嘯to lie
Indeed, since then, Nobunaga had been visiting Kicho regularly, and Kicho had been obediently complying with her husband's requests.
(In the place of my concubine's past, in the mansion where my father once lived, I was embraced by my husband...)
Thinking about that makes my stomach churn.
Though she inwardly wondered what she was so childish about at her age, Kicho was still a woman. No matter how much time passed, she wanted to continue to be loved by the man she loved.
(I can't face Princess Ichihime like this...)
It was not Lady Tsuchida who taught Ichihime the etiquette of the bedroom, but Kicho.
Kicho then explained that one should not resist what a man does to a woman, and that one should maintain a firm awareness and "never give in to temptation."
Ultimately, he repeatedly preached, "You must not expect carnal desires like a whore or prostitute..." yet Kicho herself was looking forward to meeting Nobunaga.
(Perhaps it was indeed intended for Lord Bizen-no-kami...)
Asai Nagamasa, the commander-in-chief of northern Omi Province, seemed like a very likeable young man to Kicho.
He appears to be a mighty general who charges across the battlefield and leads the Asai family to victory, yet he also shows a deeply affectionate side, doting on Princess Ichihime, and like a child, he counts birds and greedily seeks knowledge.
(It's almost as if I'm looking at Lord Nobunaga in his younger days...)
In his early twenties, Nobunaga was a hot-blooded young man, and he often took Kicho out into the mountains and fields.
By that time, their conflicts and animosity had been resolved, so they often engaged in sexual activity in secluded mountain areas.
We would expose our bare skin and intertwine under the blue sky, and when it was over, we would sweat together while listening to the sound of the river, and before we knew it, we would be intertwined again—that's all we ever did.潺babbling brook
It was done in response to Nobunaga's request, whose libido was abnormally strong, but it is still an undeniable fact.
It was precisely because I was ashamed of myself that I taught Ichihime to be strict about sex, using her as a cautionary tale, so that she would not stray from the right path.
(After all, she is a woman, and the other person is, after all, a man.)
Reflecting on her own situation—returning to her hometown and eagerly awaiting her husband's visit—Kicho reached that conclusion.
"Lady Nohime, Lord Nobunaga is coming!"
"—Understood. Please let them in without causing any offense."
When the maid she had hired in Owari came to her with a serious report, Kicho would respond with a wry smile.
In Owari, Nobunaga's homeland, Kicho was commonly known as "Nohime."
She was a princess from Mino Province, hence her name, Nohime.
Indeed, Kicho had around 28 ladies-in-waiting, and most of them called her Nohime.
This means that the number of ladies-in-waiting who knew Kicho during her time in Mino is steadily decreasing.
It's been 18 years since she married Nobunaga.
The ladies-in-waiting from her time in Mino, all now over 30 years old, were gradually leaving her life, either falling ill or marrying men introduced to her by Kicho herself.
"Human life is but a fleeting dream...is that it?"
"Is there anyone who, having been born once, will not perish...?"
The sliding door suddenly opened, and Nobunaga stomped into the room, stomping his feet.
With a smile involuntarily spreading across her face, Kicho approached her husband, who continued, "Hold the cup, give me the sake," and had her maids prepare the sake.
"Kicho, it's unusual for you to recite Atsumori. Is something the matter?"
"No, there's nothing in particular. More importantly, Lord Nobunaga, you must be tired. Please make yourself comfortable..."
"knees!"
Nobunaga shouted in the middle of her speech without a moment's pause, and Kicho straightened her knees with a wry smile.
Indeed, Nobunaga flopped down and rested his head on top of it with a thud.
"—This castle is no good."
"Hmm..."
As she stroked her husband's head, who had suddenly made the decision while resting on her lap, Kicho nodded in agreement.
In situations like this, Nobunaga isn't looking for a definitive answer; he simply wants to organize his own thoughts as he speaks.
"I don't like the baileys, the watchtowers, or anything else. The ideas are too outdated. I'm sorry to disappoint your father."
"Such a thing is..."
"Therefore, I will change it. I will change everything. I will demolish the entire layout of this castle and transform it into a fortress worthy of Nobunaga."
Nobunaga snorted and pulled out a nose hair, then flicked it towards the hearth with his fingertips.
"This castle must be made into a base worthy of ruling . Otherwise, it would be a disgrace to Nagamasa and Ichi's children."治Osamu
"Well..."
Kicho involuntarily raised her voice and questioned her husband.
"Lord Bizen-no-kami and Princess Ichihime have a young boy...?"
"What, you weren't listening?"
Turning around on his lap, Nobunaga looked up at Kicho and asked.
"I found out last night. He came all the way to this castle to offer congratulations on the victory and to report it."
"Is that so..."
"You've been talking with your brother-in-law for quite some time, haven't you..."
"Yes, they've asked me to tell a story about myths..."
"Hmm... I don't really understand my brother-in-law."
Kicho smiled, feeling a sharp pain in her chest.
I am well aware that this pain stems from jealousy.
Eighteen years... Yes, after eighteen years of walking alongside Nobunaga, she had been unable to bear children, while Ichihime, who had only been married to him for a few months, became pregnant.
(That's just too cruel...)
Kicho clutched her chest, recalling the conversation she had with Nagamasa earlier that day.
"Ultimately, it must be the parents who welcome that child into their home. They must hold and discipline the child, and show them the way of life through their own actions and actions. Without that, parents and children will become nothing more than strangers, only blood relatives."
Those words were a testament to his own resolve as he soon became a father.
The moment she understood that, Kicho had no choice but to express the painful emotions welling up inside her through laughter.
"This castle must be changed. And for the sake of my path to power, and for the sake of the children of my unborn children—my ambition must surely be carried out to every corner of the land!"
Nobunaga suddenly jumped up, snatched the sake bottle and cup from the maid who had brought them, poured the sake into the cup, and then thrust it towards the maid.
"Drink up! This is a new beginning for our Oda family, and for my brother-in-law and his wife!"
As Kicho's lady-in-waiting, she was accustomed to Nobunaga's eccentric behavior and quickly downed her cup.
Upon seeing this, Nobunaga exclaimed, "!", poured himself a drink while standing, and then sat down heavily beside Kicho.天晴Bravo!
"Drink, you too, drink!"
"Well then, I'll gratefully accept..."
Nobunaga poured sake for Kicho, and she gulped down the sake in one go.
Nobunaga loved momentum and dynamism more than anything, and Kicho was well aware of this.
His own mind had a complex, layered structure that allowed him to think deeply about things, yet despite this, he preferred things that were sharp, incisive, and easy to understand above all else.
Perhaps this preference stemmed from his aversion to the elaborate malice, such as the conspiracies and schemes that surrounded Nobunaga during his childhood.
"Hahaha, no...how amusing."
As Kicho poured him a drink, Nobunaga was in very good spirits.
"Don't you think so, Kicho?"
"That is indeed the case... It is truly a cause for celebration."
"Don't lie!!"
The sake bottle crashed and flew away. It had indeed been kicked by Nobunaga.
The ladies-in-waiting were simply in a panic in the face of Nobunaga's tantrum.
Most importantly, this was the first time Nobunaga had ever shown anger towards his principal wife, Kicho.
It was only natural that they would be confused in the face of such an extraordinary situation.
"Get back! You all get back too!!"
Intimidated by Nobunaga's fierce demeanor, most of the ladies-in-waiting left the room.
The only ones left in the room were the ladies-in-waiting who had been with Kicho for a long time, ever since her time in Mino.
Nobunaga looked at them with a fierce gaze reminiscent of a bird of prey, then drew his sword.
"Get back!"
When Kicho gave the order, they bowed their heads and left the room.
Nobunaga, looking utterly helpless and indignant, stomped his foot loudly on the floor and reached for the open sliding door.
The haphazardly closed sliding doors do not completely separate the inside from the outside world.
Indeed, Nobunaga plopped down in front of Kicho and glared at her with sharp eyes.
"Kicho!"
"yes"
"Do you really think this is something to be happy about?!"
"That is... of course—"
"Then why!!! You!!! Have such a sorrowful look on your face!!!!"
When she was yelled at like that, all Kicho could do was hang her head.
Just as Kicho knew Nobunaga inside and out, he, too, knew his wife inside and out.
Even the slightest stagnation or unease at the bottom of one's emotions can be immediately detected.
It would be fair to say that it was almost impossible for Kicho to completely hide her emotions in front of Nobunaga.
"...A child?"
However, Nobunaga's passion, which had been burning fiercely just moments before, suddenly subsided.
Perhaps he sensed the situation from Kicho's demeanor.
For those who have lived together for 18 years, nothing speaks more eloquently than actions and attitudes than words.
"...Drink it."
Kicho received the cup that Nobunaga poured for him and drank only half of it.
Then he took the cup from Kicho and drank the rest in one gulp.
"I see, it seems I wasn't being considerate enough... Please forgive me."
"Th-that's not true...!"
Kicho instinctively bowed her head and clung to her husband. She had no choice but to cling to him.
"Please stop, please stop...! Lord Nobunaga is not at fault; it is entirely my fault that I, Kicho, cannot bear children...!"
The problem wasn't with Nobunaga himself—that was evident from the fact that his concubines were bearing children one after another.
Clearly, the fault lies with her...that's what Kicho is troubled by.
"It's all because of me"石女horse mackerel —this selfishness is entirely my fault, so please, Lord Nobunaga, please stop bowing your head like that!"
"Hmm..."
After pleading desperately with Nobunaga, he finally lifted his head.
Nobunaga is not the kind of man who would normally bow his head to others.
However, this was only true within the male-dominated society; towards a select few close friends and family, such as Kicho, he displayed normal human emotions and attitudes.
"I am delighted. I am truly happy that Lord Bizen-no-kami and Princess Ichi have had a child together. That much is true, so I would like Lord Nobunaga to know—oh..."
"..."
As Nobunaga silently embraced me, I realized I had let out a voice like a virgin.
Held in his broad, bulging chest and muscular arms, and inhaling his masculine, intense scent, Kicho felt her cheeks burning with a blush that belied her age.
"L-Lord Nobunaga... mmm..."
"Shut up."
Dry, chapped lips are pressed against me and sucked hard.
Being kissed—that fact alone caused Kicho's strength to drain away.
It was as if my husband was draining all my energy.
The indecent act of touching lips to lips... Kicho is intoxicated and her heart is racing.
(This is because of the alcohol... Yes, it's because of the alcohol...)
As her sash was tidied up and she was pushed down onto the tatami floor, Kicho watched her husband undress, lost in a daze of ecstasy.
This is precisely the moment that Kicho loves most.
When her husband takes off his kimono and the skin from his collarbone to his arm is revealed—that is the moment when Kicho's heart races with the most alluring anticipation.
"Ah..."
It was a practiced movement that only Nobunaga, who had embraced many women, could perform.
A hand reached behind Kicho's head, and she was gently lifted slightly—and in an instant, the kimono that had been clinging to her body was pulled off.
"No matter when I see it, your skin is so beautiful, it's irreplaceable."
"Please, don't say such things..."
Overwhelmed with joy and embarrassment, Kicho covered her face with both hands.
To be honest, I was happy that Nobunaga, who had devoured the bodies of young women, was praising my body, which was well past 30. I was overjoyed.
But if I were to acknowledge those feelings, I would likely end up becoming a bitch who constantly tries to gain my husband's favor, fawning over him and disrupting the order of the household.
"Don't be modest. Your skin looks like that of a teenager."
"ah..."
I instinctively grabbed my husband's arm as he stroked my shoulders and stomach.
Wherever he touched me, I felt a burning sensation, as if I were about to burst into flames.
"It's like fresh snow... This is the one thing that hasn't changed at all since you were 14."
What's going on tonight...? Why is he going to such lengths to verbally attack me?
Burning with shame, Kicho desperately tries to understand her husband's intentions.
—But it was no use. Her husband's body, illuminated by the fire in the hearth and the light of the indoor lantern, was utterly seductive, driving Kicho to the brink of madness.
Every time Kicho saw the large scar on her right cheek, and her right shoulder, which was gouged and misshapen, she was deeply disturbed.
It is also a scar from the past, inflicted because he protected Kicho.
"Lord Nobunaga... has changed quite a bit..."
"..."
"You've become so much stronger and more handsome than you were back then..."
"Stop it."
Perhaps feeling embarrassed, Nobunaga's rough hands gripped Kicho's chest tightly.
Nobunaga touched it many times, and it remained firm—yet it softened, warped, and crumbled.
Considering Kicho's slender figure, those breasts were quite large, and given the era of Sengoku-period Japan, they were indeed magnificent and reigning supreme.
Nobunaga himself said, "Aside from my sisters, I don't know anyone as magnificent as her..."
"Ah...ah..."
As Kicho watched Nobunaga's hands knead her breasts as he pleased, she let out a hot sigh.
It was a routine movement that had been repeated dozens, even hundreds of times, but Kicho was still satisfied. More than she could have ever imagined.
"Ah... mmm... ahh..."
My husband's middle and index fingers extended and pinched both of my nipples.
Kicho's nipples disliked being seen by others, and out of modesty, they were kept hidden away.
To her, it was nothing more than a shameful part of her own body, but her husband, Nobunaga, was unaware of his wife's feelings and became obsessed with it to an unimaginable degree.
My nipples are pressed and rubbed through the areola, and sometimes fingers are inserted and the tips are touched .擽tickle
As this continued, the shy girl could no longer bear it and eventually she became stiff and peeked out her face.凝Japanese anchovy
"Ah... uh..."
Nobunaga latched onto her right breast, sucking hard and vigorously at the areola.
A sweet sensuality that resonated deep within her womb—this was Kicho's favorite of all the acts in the bedroom.
Having my breast kissed by the lips of the man I love—in that moment, I can feel a deep affection for him and a gentle, floating sensation, like riding on a cloud in the sky.
"Ah... ahh... no, no more... I can't take it anymore... I'm just like a baby..."
Then Nobunaga pretended to listen to Kicho's opinion, removed his lips from her right breast, and began to suckle at her left breast.
His index and middle fingers crawled over my nipples, which were covered in saliva and had become completely erect and obscene, and after rubbing them roughly, they were crushed.
(—What on earth is going on here...?)
As she tore at her husband's hair, Kicho desperately racked her brain, her mind melting with thoughts.
It's rare to see such a persistent and relentless attack.
Normally, it would just be a kiss on the lips, sucking and kneading of the breasts, receiving the burning passion...but that wasn't all—
"No, you mustn't... you must stop doing such things..."
"Is that so?"
However, Nobunaga still refused to listen to Kicho's pleas and continued to knead the nipple he had just sucked.
The sharp pleasure, almost like pain, caused Kicho's pale skin to turn crimson.
"But even so..."
"Y-yes..."
" Well, this is quite alluring, indeed."黒子mole
Saying that, Nobunaga removed his fingers from her nipple and stroked the base of Kicho's left breast with his fingertips.
"These black spots really stand out against her pale skin."
"Uh... uhh..."
I was so ashamed I thought I was going crazy.
Kicho shook her head violently and writhed in agony.
At some point, Nobunaga's attention seemed to shift from the nipples to the entire breast, and he was relentlessly kneading the soft flesh.
Unlike nipples, while it may increase feelings of happiness, it doesn't provide much pleasure.
Feeling a little relieved by this, Kicho smiled at Nobunaga.
My gaze met that of my husband, and a feeling of happiness welled up inside me.
"...It's almost time to put it in."
She nodded silently at her husband's declaration, clasped her hands on her chest, and closed her eyes.
I wanted to feel with my whole body the moment he entered my very being.
I could feel the tip of Nobunaga's powerful penis pressed against my crotch.
Kicho only knew her husband's, but from eavesdropping on the lewd conversations her ladies-in-waiting had in the bedroom night after night, she knew that his was a respectable man.
The reproductive organs used for impregnation.
If Kicho wasn't barren, then what could be the reason for this man's dislike of her and his refusal to impregnate her...? She doesn't really understand.
However, fawning over this obscene mass of flesh was something that Kicho's moral compass absolutely could not tolerate, no matter how much it belonged to her husband.
"Ugh... haaa..."
I can feel my own pleasure opening being parted and the penis moving deeper and deeper inside.
It's something I've been familiar with for 18 years now.
Its shape, hardness, endurance—everything is remembered by the body. It's been ingrained in it.
"Ahh... ahhh... mmm... ahhh..."
The penis was pulled back so far that it almost slipped out, and its head pushed its way through the plump flesh walls.
Kicho shook her head violently, feeling as if her own orifices were clinging tightly to her husband and being drawn out together.
And sure enough, the cock slid back into Kicho's seductive cleft, pushing its way through the fleshy walls and thrusting deeper and deeper inside.
It was reminiscent of the military tactics described in the tactical manual that Kicho's father, Saito Dosan, had read to her when she was a child.
(Push it out, pull it back, then push it back again...)
As Nobunaga's powerful thrusts shook her body violently, Kicho desperately tried to maintain her composure, shaking her melting head.
(You mustn't go along with that... My father always told me to be firm against soldiers that surge like waves, and to remain motionless like a mountain...)
To reduce the range of motion in Nobunaga's waist, Kicho wrapped her wobbly, floating legs around his waist.
She did try to stop her husband's hip movements, but ultimately, it was the futile effort of a powerless woman.
The legs wrapped around him simply moved in accordance with the movements of Nobunaga's waist.
Or perhaps it even feels like it has increased the feeling of the fabric adhering more closely to the skin.
However, by the time Kicho realized this fact, it was too late; both of her thighs had become completely numb and sweet, making it difficult even to straighten her bent legs.
"Ah... yah... yah..."
"What's wrong? You're moaning like a fox."
Nobunaga嘯to lieKicho was so confused by the state of her own body that she couldn't even react to Nobunaga
As her husband's penis slid in and out with a squelching sound, a heavy wave of pleasure built up in her hips.
Indeed, the moment his rigid penis gently poked Kicho's deepest part, the blonde beauty's consciousness went white.
Her hips trembled and convulsed, clenching tightly around her husband's penis.
Sensing this, Nobunaga grinned and raised one hand.
"You slut!"
His hand slapped Kicho's crotch with a thud.
Of course, I wasn't serious; I was just hitting it gently as a joke.
However, for Kicho at that moment, it was like delivering the final blow to a dam that was about to burst.
"Ah... ahhh... hi... ah, aaaahhh!"
Nobunaga's hand struck Kicho's groin, and the moment the sound echoed, Kicho's body jumped violently.
Her pure white body trembled violently, her beautiful golden hair flying wildly, and she gripped Nobunaga's penis tightly, exuding an intense sensuality.
Now, only animalistic moans escape her lips.
"You... you bastard!"
Nobunaga thrust his hips vigorously, slamming them into Kicho's crotch.
In her mind, which was completely blank, Kicho felt as if her whole body was being held tightly and enveloped by her husband.
It is warm, powerful, and robust, yet one perceives a tenderness beneath the chaos and violence.
The rhythmic movement of the reproductive organs, accompanied by a squelching sound, kept Kicho's consciousness elevated to a high place, unable to descend.
The poor girl, ensnared by pleasure , unconsciously arches her back, causing her magnificent breasts to tremble.贄nie
"Hmm... hmmmm..."
Nobunaga groaned.
Kicho's vaginal opening passionately served and tightened around his penis.
Even Nobunaga had never seen his wife behave like this before, and he felt a great thrill at her, as she no longer had the usual composed demeanor.
Even this seasoned veteran, who had fathered countless children, was aroused by the lewd behavior displayed by his wife of many years.
"Uh... huh..."
Finally unable to bear it any longer, Nobunaga ejaculated violently into Kicho's womb, just as he had done in his teens.
A thick, viscous fluid is poured into the butterfly's uterus and accumulates there.
When Nobunaga pulled out his penis, a lewd squelching sound echoed from the point of contact, and then semen oozed out of the widened vaginal opening.
When the white, muddy stream reached Kicho's anus, it tightened and contracted, and in conjunction with it, her vaginal opening also constricted.
Then, as if being pushed out, even more milky white mucus leaks out of the slutty opening. It is nothing short of an obscene sight.
"Hmm..."
When Nobunaga found a futon, he picked up Kicho, carried her over, and rolled her onto it.
Then, he himself threw himself down beside it, immediately closed his eyes, and fell asleep contentedly.
"Ah... ahhh..."
When Kicho finally returned from her lofty heights, she trembled uncontrollably with guilt and shame as she recalled her own shameful behavior.
Why did I ever let my beloved husband see me in such a lewd state?
Even in my younger days, when I was opening my body to Nobunaga as he requested, I never used to be this considerate...
Torn between self-loathing and the undeniable happiness she felt—with the warmth of her beloved husband beside her—Kicho spent a sleepless night.