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The meals I had with Haruhime outside were very relaxing, and the conversations we had in between were very enjoyable.
The conversation flowed endlessly, and before we knew it, a considerable amount of time had passed as we chatted volubly.
"Ah...you sir/madam"
When Haruhime saw my face after I finished eating, she cried out.
"Hmm, what's wrong, Osamu?"
"Um, please don't move."
Then, Haruhime's face turned bright red, and she leaned her lips close to my cheek.
Then she pressed her lips against the right side of my mouth—and immediately pulled her face back, covering it with both hands as if embarrassed.
Her earlobes, which she couldn't completely cover with both hands, were bright red, and the parts she was trying to hide were probably in a similar state.
"Osamu...?"
"Um...well, well...because there was a grain of rice on your face...um..."
"So that's why you took it for me... with your mouth?"
I raised my left arm in a slightly mischievous voice and tightly wrapped my left arm around my wife's left shoulder.
Haruhime was genuinely embarrassed, groaning "ah" and "uh" as she fidgeted, covering her burning cheeks with both hands.
"Osamu..."
"Ugh..."
"Hey, Osamu...would you take my hand?"
"N...no..."
"ask"
I said that, then brought my mouth close to her pink earlobe and gently nibbled on it.
My wife's body reacted hypersensitively, and she straightened up.
"Please, my sweet Osamu..."
"M-Moo..."
At that moment, as Princess Chihime placed both hands together at her groin and straightened her arms and spine, she said...
"Th-this is fine--hmm."
My arms tightly embraced Haruhime, and our lips met.
Haruhime's eyes were wide open, and she looked completely bewildered.
The kiss, which consisted of just pressing our lips together, lasted for about 10 seconds, and when I released her, my wife panicked and tried to pull away from my chest.
"Osamu..."
"N-no, Lord Nagamasa...!"
With her face flushed red, and her eyes still down to avoid meeting mine, Haruhime said:
"This is... outside...! What if someone sees us...!"
"It's okay. This is an abandoned castle, so nobody will come here."
"But, but... uh..."
Holding her slender body tightly, I pressed my lips deeply against hers.
At first, Haruhime resisted by keeping her lips tightly closed, but as I persistently traced her lips with my tongue, she seemed to succumb to the ticklish sensation.
"Ah... mm, mmm!"
The moment her mouth relaxed, my tongue invaded Haruhime's mouth and began to tease her delicate mucous membranes.
"Ah... hah... mmm... slurp, slurp... ah..."
I savored the feeling of Chihime's mouth for about five minutes before releasing it.
Then she clasped her hands together in front of my chest like a maiden praying to God, and looked at me with a dazed expression.
A bridge of thick, viscous saliva stretched between Haruhime's lips and mine, and it snapped.
It was almost at the same time that my right palm began to stroke her thigh.
"Oh, sir!"
Haruhime wriggled and tried to escape from my arms like a frightened rabbit.
Then she bent down, scooped up water from the stream with both hands, and splashed it all over me.
"Whoa!? He's... healed!?"
"You're naughty! You're naughty!"
While throwing the words she'd taught me in the bedroom at me, Princess Haruhime gave me a mischievous smile and splashed water on me again.
"I don't know you doing such indecent things outside! I'll tell Lady Yoriko!"
Now that I think of it, I recall that I was sexually assaulted by Taishakutsukimo—or rather, Yoriko—out in the open...
I watched as Haruhime ran away, a smile on her face that seemed to hold a hint of expectation, and then I stood up.
"Wait, heal!"
"No, no. I feel like I'm going to be attacked by you, you beast... hehe."
"I told you to wait!"
The husband chases after his wife, who runs away laughing loudly.
From an outsider's perspective, it must look like a truly idiotic sight.
But for us, it's an incredibly fun moment.
"Hehe, this way!"
"Damn, they're so quick and nimble..."
"Ogre, ogre, come towards the sound of clapping hands... ahaha."
"That's pretty good...!"
I run and run along the mountain path overgrown with vegetation.
It was like playing tag as a child.
To make sure I didn't lose sight of Haruhime as she ran through the trees, I decided to get serious halfway through the race.
The distance between me and Haruhime is rapidly shrinking.
Perhaps sensing my presence, she hid behind a thick tree trunk and then popped her head out from my right.
The battle unfolded with the tree between them—after several sets of this, Chihime's face twisted into a mischievous, provocative expression, and she suddenly turned around and ran off.
But perhaps their only thought was to escape from me, and they weren't paying attention to where they were stepping.
"a--"
The fallen leaves that Haruhime stepped on caused the humus beneath to slide, making her body sway precariously.
Her feet slipped, and her slender body fell headfirst.
"Healed!"
But her head never hit the ground in Kotani.
I managed to slip in at the last moment, and her body was barely protected in my arms.
"...good"
"Ah... You..."
On top of me, lying on my back, was Haruhime, also lying on her back.
We remained silent for a while, but then Chihime slowly rolled off me.
Then she lay down next to me and, looking intently at my face, said apologetically:
"...I'm sorry, sir. I was acting childishly and excitedly... I apologize for being such an unseemly sight."
"No, it's fine...it was fun."
I slowly rose to my feet and lifted Princess Osamu into a princess carry.
Then, instead of rolling her onto the area covered in fallen leaves, he laid her down on a natural bed of soft, lush weeds.
"a..."
The air was filled with the scent of earth and young grass, mingled with the smell of sweat from men and women.
"Your Majesty..."
When I leaned over her without saying a word, Princess Osamu must have sensed what was about to happen.
Having made up her mind, she looked me in the eye and said in a clear voice:
"I love you... I adore you more than anyone else, for loving someone like me..."
"Me too, Osamu... I love you."
When I said that, she slowly relaxed her entire body and tried to lean on me.
The breath escaping from Haruhime's beautiful nostrils began to become calm and steady, and there was no sign of tension.
"Um... actually, this isn't the right time to ask this, but..."
"What's wrong? Tell me."
He rested his elbow on the side of her neck, and while admiring her beautifully sculpted face up close, he whispered the question.
"Yes... Actually, my younger brother, Shigenori, is finally starting to get better..."
"Oh, that's good to hear..."
About four months prior, Takenaka Shigenori, who had been injured by the Saito family, had been receiving treatment at Sugawa Castle.
According to Haruhime, she recently received a report that he has recovered to the point where he will be able to return to his normal daily life in just a few days.
"Um... if it's alright with you..."
With a look of mixed determination and anxiety on her face, but in a clear voice, she asked:
"Um... would it be possible for you to travel to my territory and meet with my people and retainers... and also with my brother...?"
"older brother...?"
Haruhime nodded.
Her brother was named Takenaka Shigeyuki—a man who, due to his frail health, was forced to relinquish the family headship to Haruhime.
Because he was sickly, Princess Osamu took the name "Shigeharu" and was sent to the Saito family as a hostage in his place...
It goes without saying that a horrific ordeal occurred there.
In short, he is the person who was the starting point of my wife's dark past... but I can't blame Shigeyuki.
It's all the fault of the Saito family.
"Yes... In fact, almost simultaneously with the news that Shigenori had recovered, a letter arrived from our home province saying that my brother's condition was not good... and that he was on the verge of death..."
"I am fully aware that this is a selfish and self-centered request," Haruhime continued.
"But...he is my only blood brother... Before he passes away, I want to at least put his mind at ease... I want to tell him directly that we are under the protection of such a wonderful person as you...no, our great commander. I want to tell him that we are all alright now...that there is nothing to worry about."
I had no way to resist her plea, her eyes welling up with tears.
And more importantly, even though I've never met him before, he's definitely my brother-in-law.
"Understood. I'll head over as soon as possible, perhaps tomorrow. It will be a sudden visit for the Takenaka family, but I hope they'll accept it as part of the Asai family tradition."
"Your lord...!"
"No need for thanks. It is a husband's duty to grant his wife's requests."
When he gently kissed Haruhime's forehead, her body trembled with ecstasy.
"Besides, he's your brother, isn't he? Considering he couldn't even show up at the wedding ceremony that you and I exchanged... I'd say his condition is quite serious."
"Y-yes..."
Considering the past that Haruhime has gone through, it's not that I don't have some thoughts on the matter...
However, I'm not such a boorish man as to vent those emotions on someone who is dying.
"Let me show you what you and I look like. And let me put your mind at ease, so much so that you'll think you have no regrets left."
"Yes, yes...!"
I licked away the tears that were falling, and then gently touched my lips to hers.
"My lord... I will always be by your side..."
"I have no intention of letting go either."
They gazed into each other's eyes, conveying their passion through their gazes.
Eventually, Princess Osamu gently closed her eyes and pouted her luscious lips.
I pressed my lips against hers.
Haruhime's body went completely limp, and a hot sigh escaped from where their bodies were joined.
When I pulled my lips away, Haruhime's eyelids parted slightly, and her moist, glistening eyes seemed to be pleading with me.
"Osamu..."
"Your lord...Your lord..."
Through her thin kimono, Princess Chihime's body felt very pleasant.
The muscles beneath the skeleton, along with the elasticity, softness, and undeniable warmth of the fat, provide an indescribable joy just by holding them.
"Mmm...kiss...slurp..."
They pressed their lips together, intertwined their tongues, and exchanged saliva.
I sent a large amount of saliva into her mouth as if to rehydrate her, and she didn't show any displeasure at all—in fact, she gulped it down with a look of pure joy on her face.
"Mmm... Mmm..."
Watching my wife diligently swallowing her saliva, I can't help but feel a dark, possessive urge as a husband.
My hand naturally moved towards the opening of her kimono, slipped inside, and began to caress her soft skin.
"Y-yes...ah...nchu..."
As I listened to Haruhime's nasal voice, my right hand kneaded her breasts.
The joy of savoring the unique curves of a woman's body in your palms, while hot tongues intertwine and slurp together.
This was an irreplaceable pleasure.
My wife's nipples were already hard and erect, and when I occasionally touched them with my palm, her hips would twitch.
But I decided to postpone seriously attacking them on that point.
"Ah... ah... no... it's dirty..."
"There's nothing dirty about you."
I lick and bite her neck, and grind my front teeth against her collarbone.
The strong taste of sweat spreads in my mouth, and my mind is filled with the pheromones of Chihime.
It's still daytime, it's bright, yet sexual activity is taking place.
(Now that I think about it, this is the first time I've been with Haruhime in broad daylight...)
Often, there's only one thing to do.
He sat up, grabbed the front of the kimono of the dazed and breathing Princess Chihime, and swiftly tore it open.
"No...no...oh, my lord..."
Plump and beautiful breasts. These breasts possess a mass that would be considered large in this era.
Grabbing the hands of Haruhime, who was trying to hide the part that symbolized her womanhood, I examined her exposed breasts as if I were licking them with my eyes.
"Don't look... No... It's embarrassing, so embarrassing..."
Even though there was no one around, Princess Osamu, whose feminine symbols were exposed to the sun at the site of Odani Castle where many people once worked, swayed her hips back and forth, her face contorted with shame.
"There's no need to be ashamed, you're so beautiful..."
"No, no... You are indecent..."
"It's outrageous to think that the act of a man and a woman is shameless. Everyone has gone through it to get to where they are today."
Sunlight filtering through the trees casts a mosaic pattern of leaves onto our bodies.
Illuminated by the shimmering mosaic, Princess Osamu's thin kimono is stripped away, barely clinging to her body by her obi.
"It's really beautiful..."
頤chinI stroked from her neck down to her collarbone and along the curve of her shoulder, gently shaking the lower part of her breasts.
Her soft skin glistens with sweat. Her pink areolas are swollen and engorged, and her nipples are hard and firm.
"...More than your wife, you say?"
"You're asking that—you naughty child."
It seems that rivalry among women definitely exists.
A healthy level of competitiveness is actually quite good, but—I didn't answer Haruhime's question directly, instead responding with the attitude of a parent scolding their child.
"Ah... I'm so sorry—"
"At least, you're the only one I see right now. There's no one else but you. Don't ask such obvious questions, you fool."
"—Oh, my lord..."
From a dejected appearance, Princess Chihime's face suddenly blossomed into a beautiful display.
With my left hand, I enjoyed the texture of the ribs under her right armpit, while with my right hand, I stroked the gentle curve of her left hip.
Apparently, being touched around the waist tickled her, causing her pale body, marked with small old scars, to writhe, and a small moan escaped from her slightly parted lips.
"Hmm...fuh...haaa..."
Haruhime's body was tinged with pink, and beads of sweat like jewels were beginning to appear all over her body.
It was proof that she accepted my hands as something precious and lovable.
"Ah... no... kyaa... mmm..."
As I pressed my fingertips into her plump, raised areolas and scratched and caressed them, my wife's upper body writhed seductively.
The Montgomery lines that obscenely framed her areola began to stand out from my caresses.
As I playfully twirled those little bumps around, Princess Chihime's moans became increasingly impatient.
"Ahhh... Uuuh... Oh, my lord..."
"...what up?"
"You're mean, you're so mean..."
With tears welling up in her sorrowful eyes, Princess Osamu pleaded in a husky voice.
"Please...more, more directly...uh...torture me..."
"Osamu..."
"Don't tease me... I, I... I want you to torment me, I want you to mess me up completely... I want you, my beloved, to destroy me to the point of no return..."
"you..."
Haruhime placed her hands on both of my cheeks and said:
"You've been incredibly kind lately... but it seems like you're pushing yourself too hard..."
"..."
"It's okay... right?"
She continued with a gentle smile.
"If it's you doing it, I... I can endure it. No, I want you to do it... I think it would be wonderful if you would just throw whatever you want at me."
I swallowed hard.
"Are you sure...?"
I grabbed Chihime's breasts with all my strength and asked.
"You won't regret it, right?"
"...I've already had plenty of regrets..."
She winced at the pain in her breast, but nodded with a very noble smile.
"Today, please do as you please...devour Osamu, and me, completely..."
Feeling the Big Sun tense to an unprecedented degree, I gently kissed Haruhime's lips.
I feel bad for her, but—just for today—I'm going to behave however I please.