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The light from the indoor lantern illuminating the six-tatami-mat bedroom softly and vaguely.
Now pinned down by me, Haruhime showed no trace of the lewdness that had been present earlier—she was simply overwhelmed with embarrassment, moving her arms to try and cover her chest.淫魔Succubus
She is one of Japan's greatest strategists, renowned throughout the nation, and yet, such gestures from an older woman are more than enough to stir my animalistic instincts.
However, it still bothers me, doesn't it?
I wondered how I could dispel her darkness.
"Your Majesty..."
However, it seems that getting bogged down in thought and stopping my actions was a mistake.
I remained motionless, pinning her down, and Haruhime, trembling uncontrollably from fear, asked me a question with her eyes closed.側buckwheat
"Well, actually... I..."
"...That's not it."
Anyone can understand that.
Given the circumstances, why is she looking so anxious?
—I'm worried.
She revealed to me, her future husband, on our wedding night, the sexual techniques she had learned through the abuse of men.
"...There's no way I'd ever think the kind of things you would."
"But...even though I'm wearing this beautiful white wedding kimono...it's so dirty...! Inside, it's rotten and gooey...and even now, before I knew it, I was holding yours in my mouth...! It's so shameless, oh...me, me...I'm so...!"
"—Shut up."
I literally pressed down on her as she began to show signs of confusion—and pressed my lips against hers deeply.
I gripped both of Haruhime's wrists tightly, restraining her movements, and pressed my weight against her slender body for several minutes.
Whether it was due to lack of oxygen or pleasure, whatever the reason, Princess Chihime's body ceased to resist and calmed down.
"...You always get upset like that."
"I'm so sorry..."
She whispered in a voice so faint it was almost inaudible, yet tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
"But... it's no use for me after all... No matter how much I dress in demure clothes, the past can never be erased..."
Haruhime laughed, and tears streamed down her face like a waterfall.
"No matter how much you try to disguise your appearance, it's no use if you're rotten inside... A woman like me must fulfill her proper role in the proper place... Otherwise, I'll become a disgrace to the Asai family and cause you trouble. Not just you, but your wife as well..."
As she trembled and displayed a spectacular display of crying and laughing, I nodded in front of her.
I had no choice but to nod.
What she's saying is absolutely correct.
"Yes... you're right. If we don't put you in the right place, it will be a disgrace to the Asai family."
"Yes, so—"
"All the more reason I need you to stay by my side...according to your logic."
He immediately crushed the rebuttal from Haruhime, who was about to cry out, "Why, why does it have to be like that!", by putting his weight on her while hugging her slender body as tightly as he could.
"It...it hurts...it's painful, my lord..."
"I see, but... every time you try to get away from me like that, I feel a level of pain several notches above what you're experiencing. Understand that."
As I said this while holding her in my arms, Haruhime struggled for a while, but eventually, as if giving up, she wrapped her arms around my back.
"Osamu... you understand the meaning of the white wedding kimono you're wearing right now, don't you?"
"...yes"
That's right, the "white" in the white wedding kimono doesn't represent the bride's purity.
It was a color that symbolized the bride's entry into marriage and her subsequent "transformation into that of her husband." In other words, it meant—
"Now that you're wearing this outfit, the person you were before is dead. From now on, you must be my woman, dyed in my colors, and reborn.
Ichihime knew of Osamuhime's dark past, and that's precisely why she decided to dress her in a white wedding kimono.
I want to be reborn and live again with me and Ichihime.
"Your past will die now. But just because it's dead doesn't mean it's all over. Its ghost will surely continue to torment you."
As I stroked her head, she remained silent with her face buried in my chest, and I continued speaking.
"Even so, I'm here for you. If you ever feel like looking back, just hug me. That way—you won't have to look back, right?"
Then Princess Osamu nuzzled her cheek against my chest.
She exhales a hot sigh onto my chest, closes her eyes, and slowly, carefully chooses her words.
"You are truly... a forceful person... Now that I think about it, you were forceful when you came to Bodaisan Castle too... You showed up out of nowhere without making an appointment..."
"...Now that you mention it, that's right."
That brings back quite a few memories.
Haruhime wrapped her arms around my back and hugged me tightly, as if to confirm my presence.
"You said you wanted me, and I refused...but you still didn't give up..."
"...Yes, that's right."
I parted Haruhime's lips and explored .舐Nebu
Then, Princess Chihime's soft, plump tongue wrapped around mine, and soon began to slurp, making lewd sounds.
When I pulled away, she kept her lips slightly parted—her face showing a look of resignation, yet somehow relief.
"I'm forceful... in battle and in relationships, basically. So I'm going to stop beating around the bush. Listen carefully—"
He placed his arms on either side of Princess Osamu's slender neck and raised himself slightly.
And as I looked into her eyes, which were flickering with a somewhat mysterious expectation, I put more force into my voice and declared it.
"Just like Ichi, you are my woman. That's a done deal. So... live and die with me. I will never allow you to leave me."
I once had a chance encounter with a visiting psychiatrist on my way back from visiting a female friend who had become depressed due to certain circumstances.
I still clearly remember what the teacher told me at that time.
曰rockI believe that people trapped by negative thoughts need an absolute pillar of support.
No matter how cornered you are, you need a mental pillar that tells you, "If I rely on that, everything will be alright."
That's why I think this.
I just need to become a decent man who can support her.
I want to be the kind of man who can reach out and lend a hand to her when she's about to fall.
Indeed, Princess Osamu looked into my eyes, smiled, and hugged me tightly.
"Hold me tight... tightly... oh, more..."
When I did as Chihime told me to, she seemed relieved and let out a big sigh.
"Please...hold me down forcefully. A useless woman like me...please hold me tight...forever, so I don't fall apart..."
"...ah"
The bride in her white kimono, burdened by a dark past, looks to be in pain as she is pressed against my arm, yet she smiles with a look of happiness.
There are many things to be worried about, but for now, this is probably good enough.
To begin with, it's practically impossible to completely erase her grim past in just a day or two. Nevertheless—
"Let's walk together. Take your time, at a pace that's comfortable for you."
"Your lord...sniff, ah...Your lord...! I, I...!"
As I held her close, tears streaming down her face as she was overcome with emotion, we passionately kissed.
As her husband, I must somehow guide her into a world filled with warm light.
The responsibility is extremely heavy. Nevertheless, I believe it's worth doing.
"Osamu... you have a really strange look on your face."
"N-no... don't look... please don't look..."
With tears streaming down her face, she was overwhelmed by a jumble of emotions: the ecstasy intensified by the kiss, and the happiness of being fulfilled.
Embarrassment then kicked in, and Haruhime hastily pressed her face against my shoulder.
But those gestures are irresistibly endearing.
"Why...? I want to see more of your cute side..."
"Oh... ah... ahh... my, my ears..."
When he gently nibbled on her ear, Princess Chihime flinched and let out a sweet sigh.
And when I run my tongue along the nape of her neck, now hidden by her hair, she lets out such a cute little moan.
When I licked her cheek with my tongue, she seemed to understand my intentions—Haruhime slowly tilted her head, parted her lips, and invited my tongue into her mouth.
"Mmm...ah...kiss...slurp..."
Unlike when she was giving me a blowjob, her sudden change in demeanor and modesty really aroused me.
As our tongues intertwined and sloshed about, I kneaded her exposed, well-shaped breasts forcefully.
Breasts are meant to be massaged, after all. Just sucking them is a waste.
As I enjoy the soft, bouncy texture and crunchy accents in my palm, that's what I think.
"...Ahhh"
Haruhime pulled her lips away and let out a sweet sigh.
My hand began to caress her slender bare legs, disturbing the hem of her white wedding kimono.
Unlike Ichihime's legs, hers are not very fleshy.
Compared to Ichihime's plump, caressable thighs, these certainly look rather meager.
However, that's only in comparison to Ichihime, who is an exceptionally beautiful girl beyond all standards. If you use the average woman as your benchmark, it's no exaggeration to say she's top-notch.
Enjoying the smooth, silky sensation, my hand continued to move further north.
"...Ah, oh... My lord..."
"...It's okay, don't worry."
Just as my hand was about to reach its final destination, Haruhime tensed up.
He held one of her hands tightly to reassure her, gently pressed his lips against hers, and then moved his hand down to her crotch.
If you run your hand over that stuffy, humid place, you'll find it's already soaked.
"Ah... mmm..."
Her body had gone limp from the kiss, but when my hand gently touched her vulva, her hips began to lift.
"I love you, Osamu..."
As I gently kissed her tightly closed eyelids, Princess Chihime slowly opened her eyes, like Sleeping Beauty.
Indeed, as I whispered my love, her eyes welled up with tears—her cheeks flushed—and she gazed at me with a melting look in her eyes.
I sat up and took off all the clothes that were clinging to my body.
Princess Chihime's face turned a deep crimson, and she clasped her hands together in front of her chest.
Her girlish gestures made my big dick get even harder and stiffer.
"Osamu, are you really... sure about this?"
I rubbed Big Sun against Chihime's vulva, thoroughly rubbing in her fluids, and then, as a final confirmation, I asked:
Each time I slide my hand along the cleft, Chihime's labia minora open up like a flower, and they cling to my penis with a squelching, lewd fluid.
"...yes"
With her legs spread in an M-shape, and her labia majora parted to the sides with both hands, Chihime nodded to me with a melting gaze.
"Today is... well, our 'wedding night'... Please... please, please hold me... Takenaka Osamu... And stay by your side forever—"
My heart swelled with emotion at those words, and I kissed Haruhime.
They convey their love with each other's lips, and similarly, their lust with their pressed lower bodies.
Through such perverse acts, it was clear to anyone watching that Princess Osamu had been completely corrupted.
"I'm going to put it in, Osamu..."
"Yes... please come... please come...!"
When I pressed the head of my big penis against her vulva, that alone was enough to make her battle-hardened honey pot eagerly welcome me.
An even stronger feminine scent filled the air, and the labia minora and vaginal opening squirmed and trembled蠢Move
While Ichihime's vaginal opening was positioned downwards, Haruhime's was clearly positioned upwards.
As soon as I placed the head of my penis there and slowly pushed my hips forward, Princess Chihime let out a moan of pleasure.
"Ah... ah... mmm..."
When I tried to push my glans in, it got slightly stuck at the entrance and wasn't welcomed in easily, but as I continued to press and rub it in, it gradually became more lubricated and slid in smoothly.
Once the large, protruding fleshy cap is buried, all that's left is to simply sink in.
Haruhime's hands gripped the futon tightly, accepting my enormous member.
"Ah... ahh... it's so big..."
As my penis sinks deeper and deeper, the rough, fleshy walls, reminiscent of a cat's tongue, cling to it and begin to lick and suck.
The last time they had sex at Kinkaji Temple, she seemed to be struggling just to accept it at first—but this time, she was already gushing with sticky love juice from the start, and judging from her expression, it didn't seem to be putting that much strain on her body.
"Are you okay?"
When I stroked Haruhime's cheek, she smiled, though her brow furrowed.
"Y-yes...! Yours is... magnificent, so... hmm, I was just... a little surprised..."
"I see... In that case, I'll continue."
I slowly but firmly inserted Big Sun into Chihime's sensitive opening, using my full weight.
As revealed in the previous encounter, she is very susceptible to slow, loving acts.
"Ah... no, no... you're mean... don't be mean...! Hurry, hurry and put it in...!"
"You've already put it in..."
"No... No... Oh, please... Please, I beg you...!"
Saying that, Haruhime began to wiggle her hips back and forth beneath my body.
Her face was bright red, flushed with lust, and her lewd gestures completely ignited my lust.
A beautiful woman wants to accept my entire penis...
As I was enveloped in the ultimate sense of accomplishment for a male, I lowered my hips further and further into the honey pot that was trying to swallow my big sun deeper and deeper, cherishing it.
"No way... This can't be true..."
"Ah... You, you..."
As I pinned Princess Osamu, still clad in her white wedding kimono, my hips trembled with overwhelming pleasure.
A protrusion on the wall of her vaginal flesh envelops my glans and pushes into the opening of my penis, tickling me.
As I gritted my teeth at the otherworldly sexual sensations, Chihime cupped my cheeks with her hands and let out a lewd smile.
"Deeper, deeper... Hurry, hurry... Deeper..."
A strange, eerie pleasure ran down my spine.
It was as if I had been enchanted by some kind of magic spell.
I could see my reflection in her teary eyes. And as if urged by those eyes, I thrust my hips forward all at once.
"...It's...here..."
A squishy sensation in the cervix.
It should have been painful, yet there was only joy on Princess Osamu's face.
The joy of accepting my beloved male to the fullest extent of my own limits.
"Ah... you... I'm so fulfilled..."
Haruhime put her arms around my neck and whispered sweetly to me.
Unable to look her in the eye with such contentment, I bit her slender neck gently.
I was embarrassed because it was so lewd and beautiful.
Indeed, Princess Chihime trembled with the pleasure of being marked by my teeth, gazing at me with melting eyes.
"Please...move as much as you can..."
Haruhime swayed her hips and whispered to me again.
"Are you okay? Does it hurt? Can we go a little slower...?"
"No, I don't want to..."
She shook her head cutely like that, shaking her hips as my big sun was embedded inside her.
"I... I'm your bride... so I want to feel you properly... I want to feel you a lot..."
So please...
With her voice sounding like a child's, she started sucking on my cheek, and even I was finding it increasingly difficult to contain myself.
I'm dying to be rough with her. I want to grab her hips tightly, thrust my hips hard, and squirt a huge load of semen inside her.
I want to pry open her cervix, thrust my glans deep inside, and squirt my semen directly into her fallopian tubes.
—But that's still too soon for me and her.
You should get used to slow, meltingly loving sex first, and then you can try those kinds of plays.
I was worried that if I went full throttle from the start and abused her body to the fullest extent, I would end up falling to the same level as those scumbags in the Saito family.
"That's right... You're my bride. So I want you to truly feel me."
"Yes... yes...!"
With tears of joy streaming down her face, Haruhime wrapped both her legs around my waist.
所謂so-calledThat's what you call a "super-duper hug."
"Devoure me... and completely destroy me until I'm no longer useful—"
"—I'd rather not do that."
I slowly moved my hips, looking into Chihime's eyes, and said:
I almost succumbed to the mysterious allure of her eyes, but I still had to say what needed to be said.
That's what it means to be a married couple who have exchanged vows.
"You are my wife. There's no way I, your husband, would treat you roughly."
"a--"
"I'll love you, Osamu! Make sure you never utter such nonsense again!"
I slowly moved my hips while raising my body and began to caress Haruhime's body.
"N...no...please don't be gentle...! Mmm...ah...!"
My big dick hardens all the way to the glans, and I stimulate it as if scraping away the fleshy walls of Chihime's body with my fleshy head.
As he swayed his hips, changing the angle and moving as if to stimulate each and every one of the countless folds, Chihime couldn't bear it any longer and began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Ah... that feels good, Osamu."
"That's a lie... It's too slow, there's no way you could feel good..."
"You fool. I'm holding the woman I love, of course it feels good."
Then Princess Osamu's face flushed with joy and shame, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
It was so endearing that I put my weight on her and teased her by thrusting my hips in and out—and Haruhime began to writhe, and eventually, as if she could no longer bear it, she opened her eyelids and an even sweeter voice escaped her lips.
"Oh, my lord... does this really... feel good...?"
"Ah, this is paradise. Your body feels better than ever."
"Is...is that really true...? Really...?"
As I shake her, the bride in her white kimono asks me pleadingly.
"It's true... You're the best."
"Ah...oh...I'm so happy..."
As Haruhime earnestly conveyed her feelings to me, tears mixed with pleasure and joy flowed from her.
"I... I'm being praised... I'm being needed... By my beloved, by you and no one else... It's me, it's me...! I'm so happy, so happy..."
She clung to me tightly, pleading desperately.
"My lord... I beg you...! Make me feel good, make me feel really good, and let out some white stuff...! Lots and lots...! Drown me... and cover me in it...!"
This was a new expression of emotion, different from the one that had been there until just now—one that seemed to be tinged with a desire for self-destruction.
She's probably trying to overcome the memories of past abuse through having sex with me.
Therefore, I must reciprocate Princess Osamu's feelings.
I grabbed her slender waist and, putting all my strength into my big penis, finally began to move my hips without any hesitation.
"Ah... ah... kuuun...! Mmm...! Hiu!"
"Osamu... Osamu...!"
"Call me more, more... My name, tell me I'm here...! Tell me this isn't the past...!"
"Oh...! I'll call you as many times as it takes!"
While relentlessly calling out her name and confirming her presence, I relentlessly gouge and stir up her hot, lust-filled, lust-gushing vulva with my big dick.
Each time, Haruhime lets out a cute moan that delights my ears, or fills her face with a lewd expression that delights my eyes.
Indeed, it was clear that Haruhime had accepted having sex with me.
To break away from the past, and to live on with me.
"Your lord... hiii... mm... hiii... ah, ahhh...!"
Haruhime's genitals contracted more and more, gripping my penis tightly.
She's guiding me deeper and deeper, trying to squeeze every last drop of my semen out of me.
It's clear how they're welcoming my extraordinary, unconventional creation and adapting to it while erasing the impure and unnecessary information from the past.
Her honey pot has transformed from a vessel that previously accepted meager things into a specially designed container that can accept something as enormous as me.
"You... fill me up... I'm completely satisfied... both in mind and body...!"
"Whoa...!"
And her succubus-like, lustful orifice, perfectly optimized for me, precisely caresses my weak spots.
Even I, with all my strength, had reached my limit.
"Ouch! I'm going to release it inside you...!"
"Yes...! I'm your bride...! Please come, please come...!"
Along with her particularly loud cry of pleasure, my big sun explodes.
As I ejaculated, I continued to thrust my hips, pushing a large amount of semen into her uterus and fallopian tubes.
Each time, her slender body trembles with ecstasy, letting out lewd moans.
That voice was also the cry of her newborn self—
"—Haru came to me first. There's nothing that makes me happier than this..."
As I lay on top of her, her white wedding kimono disheveled, trembling and convulsing, and having fainted from the pleasure and passion of love, I muttered those words to myself.