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On a pure white bed, Princess Haruhime sat in a formal kneeling position, dressed in a white wedding kimono and a red outer robe—a pure and elegant outfit.
However, I, playing the role of the groom, was sitting some distance away from her, who was dressed in her wedding gown.
However, Princess Osamu is also convinced of this. Because—
"You're cute. Could you tell me your name and age?"
Yes, it is to record the first time I spent in bed with Haruhime in a fair and objective manner.
There are absolutely no ulterior motives involved. Absolutely not. That's for sure—yes.
It's not like I particularly love the opening parts of those kinds of videos or doujinshi or anything like that.
"Um... well, my name is Osamu Takenaka... I'm 22 years old..."
"Do you have any siblings?"
"Um... well, my older brother and my younger brother..."
"Wow, you're an older sister too? You're very pretty and cute."
"N-no... I don't want to..."
Yes, in fact, she is actually older than me and Ichihime.
Perhaps that's also the reason why I get the feeling she has a married woman vibe about her.
And as for Haruhime, this is probably her first time being photographed.
As soon as she heard my question, she started fidgeting.
He seemed restless, sometimes lowering his eyes, and other times looking up at me; his behavior was completely suspicious.
"Are you nervous after all?"
"No, well...it's okay."
She said that and smiled at me.
Since even such a wonderful smile can be recorded, I must truly be grateful to my brother-in-law for providing this box.
It's the kind of smile you want to gaze at forever.
"But your smile is really lovely. And that white wedding kimono suits you so well."
"Oh, thank you so much...!"
Haruhime looked truly happy, her face beaming with a wide smile, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
A smile like a sunflower in summer.
"I...I...I never imagined that the day would come when I could wear a white wedding kimono like this...! I'm so, so happy...and that's why I'm so incredibly grateful to my wife...!"
She expresses her heartfelt gratitude in this way.
Having suffered the utmost abuse in the Saito household, Princess Haruhime could never have imagined that she would one day wear a white wedding kimono—a symbol of happiness for women in this era.
However, that outfit, which seems to symbolize her femininity, looks very good on her to me.
It's not a physical problem.
As long as we are human beings, the real issue is what lies within us.
"Oh, really? So you're going to be a wife now. How is it? Do you have any experience with your husband?"
"air..."
My mean question made Haruhime look troubled.
She and I have already become intimate in a four-and-a-half-mat room at Kinkaji Temple—but we cannot publicly acknowledge this.
If they were to reveal it publicly, Ichihime wouldn't approve, and it was a shared secret that they had to take to their graves. That's why—
"No... I have never done anything like that with you... no, Lord Bizen-no-kami."
—That was all Princess Chihime could say.
"Oh... so this is your first time. This is your first time today."
"Ah... uh... Yes... this is my first time..."
"So, what's it like to have your first time filmed?"
"No...no...! Please stop...! Don't say such embarrassing things...!"
As Haruhime covered her face with both hands and began to resist, I approached her and quietly moved behind her as she sat in a kneeling position.
And when he hugged Haruhime tightly, a sigh-like sound escaped from her lovely lips.
Being embraced by someone she trusts completely must be giving her an unparalleled sense of peace—even though they're in the middle of filming.
"Osamu... look this way."
"Y-yes... Mmm... *kiss*..."
Her lips and mine gently meet.
Just a gentle kiss, nothing more.
There is no tongue crawling out from between their lips, nor do they intertwine.
Even so, for Haruhime, who had only experienced painful times in the past, this was the greatest happiness of all.
My arms are wrapped around her stomach, and then Princess Chihime's slender arms are placed there, gripping the fabric of her kimono tightly.
"Ah... hah... mmm..."
I grabbed Haruhime's with my right hand and pressed my lips against it more deeply.頤chin
But even then, I still didn't insert my tongue.
As I savored her hot breath in my nostrils and the heat escaping from her lips, I kissed her relentlessly—
"Your lord...Your lord..."
—As if inviting me, Haruhime parted her lips and called out to me.
If you hug her tightly with one arm, she will let out a cute little "Ahhh..."
I had a feeling about this before, but this unfortunate married woman—I suspect she might actually have a submissive, seductive sexual preference.
If I stick out my tongue, Princess Chihime will try her best to bring her face closer to my lips.
As she licked me with her tongue like a kitten, I felt an intense sense of affection for her.
"Osamu, this...it's getting in the way, so I'm going to take it off."
Without asking for her permission, I removed her cotton hood.
The problem is that it's difficult to kiss her while she's wearing it—and more importantly, I can't see her face very well. It's a big problem.
"..."
But I felt a twinge of regret for taking off the cotton cap.
I shouldn't have taken it; I shouldn't have taken it.
"Um... sir/madam...? Is something wrong...?"
I stopped kissing her and stared blankly at her face when Haruhime let out a worried cry.
That voice finally brought me back to my senses, and for some reason, I felt embarrassed—and quickly turned my face away.
"Sorry... I was so captivated."
"Eh... ah..."
To hide my embarrassment, I hugged her slender stomach tightly, even through her wedding kimono and white wedding dress.
Indeed, Princess Osamu's hair had all been pulled up in preparation for wearing a cotton hood.
I had only ever seen her with her hair down, so to be honest, I was completely captivated by how refreshing it was.
"Her nape and neck are so beautiful, and so pale..."
"Aaah!"
Because her hair was pulled up, when he sucked on her exposed nape and lightly bit it, Princess Chihime let out a small shriek and her slender body jumped.
As I licked the nape of Haruhime's neck, she trembled and gripped my clothes even tighter.
That appearance is the cutest thing of all.
"Tell me...how are you feeling right now...?"
"Th-that's not true..."
"That's not good enough, is it? We have to make sure we convey this clearly to the people who watch it... What do you think we're filming this for?"
As I said that and gently bit her neck, Haruhime stammered out words, writhing in shame.
"Ah... it gives me chills... Your tongue is slippery, and your breath is on it, and you bite me... It gives me chills, chills down my spine..."
"I see."
As I teased her around her lymph nodes with the tip of my tongue, she let out a hot sigh along with a cry of "How embarrassing..."
"But isn't it embarrassing...but also pleasurable?"
"N-no... mmm...!"
He covered her mouth and then thrust his tongue deep into her mouth.
Then, Princess Osamu's eyes immediately became hazy and dreamy.
Indeed, she tightly closed her eyes, desperately chasing my tongue inside her mouth, and trying to entwine her tongue with mine.
The sound of saliva mixing echoed, and when the time was right, he slurped up her tongue in one go—and Haruhime's hips, encased in her pure white wedding kimono, began to convulse obscenely.
"That's no good... Osamu."
As I gently nibbled on her, who was half-dazed , I whispered softly in her ear.耳朶earlobe
"This is a proper record, so... you can't lie. You have to tell the truth honestly."
"Yes..."
I gave her a light kiss, her eyes glistening with tears, and then I removed her wedding kimono from her body.
And when I slipped my right hand into the opening of her white wedding kimono, I felt the warmth of her bare skin.
And indeed—there is a soft, squishy "woman" who can strip away a man's reason.
"It's so soft and feels so good..."
"Y-yes... ahh... ahh..."
Occasionally, I would tickle her still soft nipples with my fingertips as I began to loosen the obi of her white wedding kimono.
As Princess Chihime rubbed her cheek against my chest affectionately, my reason gradually began to crumble—and I finally loosened my obi completely.
Then she pushed open the collar of the white wedding kimono, exposing her...襦袢Juban (undergarment)
Incidentally, while a juban is what we would now call "visible underwear," it's not widely known that it doesn't originate from Japanese, but rather from the Arabic word "gibão," which was translated into Portuguese.
Historically, the Japanese language has incorporated many loanwords.
"And... it's soft and big..."
"N-no..."
When the undergarment is forcefully torn open, Princess Osamu's pale upper body is revealed—and her figure is recorded from every angle by countless pale spheres.
Unable to bear it any longer, Princess Osamu covered her face with both hands and began to cry.
I gently took both of her hands and licked away the tears that had gathered in the corners of her eyes with the tip of my tongue.
"You're definitely bigger than the other kids, aren't you? Haven't you ever thought that?"
"I-I don't know...! Oh, this is so embarrassing..."
In this era, perhaps due to poor nutrition, many women did not develop physically well.
Considering that, Princess Osamu's breasts, which fit in the palm of my hand, are indeed relatively large.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of... You have such a beautiful body... Show me more."
"Ah, ah..."
Haruhime let out a sweet, sorrowful voice.
My hands touched her perfectly sized breasts.
Unlike Ichihime's, which gives a moist feeling, this one has an endlessly bouncy, springy texture.
"Mm, mmm..."
I could see Haruhime biting her fingers, trying to stifle any moans.
—Girls don't understand anything.
Honestly, that's what I think.
They completely fail to understand that every time a woman makes such a gesture, it motivates the man to try and eliminate that means of resistance.
I gently massaged her breasts with both hands, while vigorously moving my index finger, keeping it just above or slightly above her nipple.
Whenever Haruhime took a breath and her chest rose, or whenever she shifted her body, my fingers brushed against her sensitive fleshy protrusions.
Each time, she would let out a sweet moan that melted my mind, and arch her back.
It's probably unconscious, but she seems to be thrusting her chest out, willingly accepting the stimulation to her nipples.
"Y-yes... my, my chest..."
As she let out that cry of pleasure, I literally bit into the nape of her neck, and she trembled again, her body going limp.
With her eyes vacant, breathing heavily and sweetly, and a small amount of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, she looked—truly lewd and beautiful.
"Osamu... this part of you is getting hard..."
"Uhh, uuuuh..."
Her soft, pink nipples have now become erect and assertive.
And what was most disgusting of all was her areola.
Just like a nipple, it's plump and protruding—as if begging to be sucked up along with the nipple.
(But I won't accept that offer...)
I'm confident that if I were to cling to her chest now, my reason would be stripped away in an instant.
Having lost both my parents in my original world, I seem to have a weakness for anything related to fatherhood or motherhood.
Indeed, when it comes to women's breasts, they are truly the epitome and symbol of motherhood.
If I were to get hooked on that, my rationality would surely be thrown far away from my mind, like a hammer throw.
"Osamu... you're beautiful, really..."
"Your Majesty... ah... mmm..."
My initial intention to shoot objective, third-person footage faded away, and I simply continued to praise Haruhime, fondling her breasts, and kissing her passionately.
Girls always want to be praised, especially by someone they like.
And even if it's someone you dislike, you don't mind being complimented.
In other words, men should shower girls with excessive flattery.
If you keep praising and praising, your opponent's brain will start to burn out, and before you know it, the battle will be going in your favor.
Incidentally, I must add that these thoughts of mine are backed by extremely empirical data—specifically, a survey I conducted with a total of 87 people aged 17 to 43 in my previous world.
"Um, well...you...ah"
"...what up?"
When I leaned closer to listen to the moaning face of Haruhime, she asked me, looking very embarrassed.
"Um... well... this...! It would be better... if I told you how I really feel, right...?"
As she gasped and asked me with melting eyes, I gently kissed her cheek, and taking that as an affirmation, Haruhime whispered in my ear:
"It feels... so good... it feels so good... my lord...!"
It was truly a heart-pounding, thrilling feeling.
Trying to hide my emotions, I bit her neck, leaving a bite mark—and a large hickey.
"Your Majesty...! You...!! You...!!!"
"H-hey...!"
Perhaps the kiss mark was the trigger—Haruhime called out to me as if in a fever, turned her body around, and began to cling to me with her whole being.
However, her initial enthusiasm quickly faded.
Indeed, what Haruhime was looking at was the kiss mark left on Ichihime.
The lingering traces of her possessiveness from last night are what she left me with.
"Ah... well, this is..."
I wonder, is this what it feels like for a man to be caught cheating?
Feeling an indescribable sense of guilt, I wondered what I should do.
Indeed, Princess Osamu, gripping the front of my kimono tightly, kept her eyes downcast and refused to move a muscle.
"This is... how should I put it... um... whoa"
Just as I was about to make an excuse, I felt a direct impact in my groin.
He groaned and looked down to see that Princess Chihime was tightly gripping his now fully erect penis.
"H-hey... Osamu...?"
"...I will serve you."
While I was still confused, my hakama was expertly untied—and in no time at all, my son was exposed.
And without any hesitation, she ran her tongue over mine.
"Whoa...!"
"Ah... slurp... slurp..."
Making vulgar noises, she rubs her face against my penis and licks and sucks it.
She tilts her head slightly and licks along the prominent veins, playfully flicking her tongue around the bumpy part of my shaft.
It was truly the work of a seasoned veteran, a masterful technique of a woman who knew men's weaknesses inside and out.
"Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp... mmm... slurp... slurp, slurp, slurp..."
"H-hey, stop it...!"
The pleasure of having the underside of Big Sun's shaft played with by fingertips while the glans and urethral opening are sucked up with plenty of saliva.
Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, I instinctively recoiled, trying to pull her head away—but Princess Chihime's arms held my waist firmly, making escape impossible.
"Excuse me..."
"Ah...! Whoa...!?"
It was an unbelievable sight.
The moment I saw Haruhime's mouth hang open, without any hesitation or doubt, she took my cock deep into her mouth.
"Slurp... slurp... slurp slurp slurp... mmm... slurp, slurp..."
As she sucked hard, Chihime welcomed my big dick deep into her throat, and even further beyond.
Each time my rigid, bulging glans is swallowed, it slams against her, and when it's pulled out, it catches on her , sending an intense wave of pleasure mercilessly pounded into my brain.
The soft, squishy texture that clings to the glans and shaft ...is what you might call the "uvula" in slang.Kougaisui
"Mmm... slurp... slurp, slurp..."
With her mouth full of saliva, Haruhime continued to suck relentlessly, her head bobbing up and down violently.
It was truly breathtaking, and all I could do was continue to let out pathetic cries of pleasure.
What's most astonishing is that she doesn't gag at all.
Even when thrust deep into her throat, she shows no reaction whatsoever—simply swallowing the man's semen as if it were the "normal" thing to do.
"H-hey...! Stop it, it's going to come out...!"
Despite my desperate attempts to stop her, she continued her intense service to me.
A sea of saliva, a soft, warm wall of flesh, and its undulations.
Her beautiful face was completely distorted, stretched open from within by my big sun.
Nevertheless, her lewd face remains etched into my mind, and into the records of the box.
The way she shook her head with a jerky motion, and simultaneously suctioned while running her slug-like tongue over my penis—her skill was, as expected, extraordinary.
She was serving my penis with a vulgar expression, but perhaps noticing my gaze, she suddenly looked up.
My gaze, which had been fixed on Haruhime the whole time, met hers and intertwined with mine.
Then, suddenly, her eyes narrowed slightly.
Please do it gently, as if you're cherishing it—anytime .射精is
"Aargh...! Osamu, Osamu...!!"
My heart leaped, and my big sun trembled.
The glans swells up and catches on the base of the tongue.
Indeed, as Princess Chihime closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed with rapture, Big Sun's urethra opened with tremendous force, and a tremendous amount of semen spurted out.
"Ah... Aaaaaaaah...!!"
As I gripped Haruhime's head, I was overwhelmed by a pleasure so intense it felt like my head was going to burn out.
Up until then, partly due to my son's size, he hadn't really received proper fellatio.
Even Ichihime could only manage to suck and lick my glans.
Considering that, perhaps it's fair to say that I was defeated by the unfamiliar stimulus.
But more than that—Haruhime's mouth was a genital organ.
And what's more, it's an absolute masterpiece, the finest of all.
After letting all the semen that had accumulated in her mouth flow down her esophagus, Chihime smiled up at me and released Big Sun with a popping sound.
Then, gently placing her hand on the trembling, saliva-covered penis, she slowly stroked it up and down about six times—making the remaining semen inside the shaft spurt out—and then, curling the tip of her tongue into a straw shape, she dug it out and sucked it up.
It's just like that.淫魔Succubus
As if to finish things off, she took Big Sun all the way to the base once more and gave me one more stroke—and then, looking up at me, who was half-dazed, she smiled lewdly.
"Hehe... so much came out."
His tone of voice is somewhat childish.
It was like a young girl clinging to a close family member or guardian—that kind of feeling.
"...thank you"
I gently pulled her into my arms, removed her hair clip, and let her beautiful hair down—then slowly stroked her head.
In a sense, her current actions are a reflection of the darkness she harbors.
But we can slowly illuminate and paint over that darkness.
"It's my turn next..."
"...please"
After caressing her loving face with my fingertips, I slowly pushed her slender body down onto the futon.