Mount Kotani in the afternoon. The site of a castle where many people once gathered.
A place where lush green plants and trees flourish, and where the unique scent of the plants and the smell of the earth mingle and fill the air.
The wind is blowing, rustling the trees and plants, as if trying to sweep away the muggy, humid air.
"Mmm...ahh...mmm...mmm...mmm..."
Amidst the rustling of the trees, the splashing sounds of a man and woman making love could be heard.
An erotic melody rises from the lush thicket of weeds.
It is very sweet and has a sticky, syrupy consistency.
"Ah... ahh... mm... slurp... ah..."
A kimono that is only held to the body by a sash around the waist.
The woman is being covered in dirt as a man pins her down, squeezing and playing with her breasts.
From an outsider's perspective, the situation could easily be interpreted as rape, but that interpretation would be immediately disproven by the attitude of the person being pinned down.
"Ah... mm, hah... my lord... ah... mm... I adore you... ah... fwa..."
A woman is uttering words of love while actively engaging in deep kissing with a man.
She wraps her slender arms around the man's neck, pressing her lips against him with all her might, trying to intertwine their tongues.
Her small body was aroused with happiness, and her exposed thighs were rubbing together restlessly and wistfully.
(I said I wanted him to devour me however he wanted...but now it looks like I'm the one being devoured by Osamu.)
While calmly thinking about such things in the back of my mind, I moved my hands.
What I'm touching is Haruhime's bouncy breast. It has a different texture from Ichihime's, which is soft, moist, and juicy, and it's in the palm of my hand.
If you squeeze it tightly, a lump of female flesh will ooze out between your fingers.
If you roughly knead it, pulling it left and right, or up and down—
"Mmm... mmm... hah... mmm..."
—My prediction was wrong; Haruhime showed no sign of distress and continued to ask for a kiss as usual.
She's good at enduring pain.
It would be more accurate to say she has a high pain tolerance; she seems completely unfazed even when her breasts are being roughly handled.
"Ah... no...! Ngh... hyah... mmm...!"
Instead, Haruhime is weak to gentle scolding.
When I caress her with a feather-light touch, barely even touching her, her eyes glaze over, and she becomes unable to even kiss me.
(For me to devour her as I please = This also means that it's the easiest and most comfortable sexual act for Osamu.)
If you gently and slowly tap her nipples with your index finger, Princess Chihime's upper body will twitch .竦become empty
When I gently stroked her breasts, her thighs rubbed together more tightly, as if in agony.
(Indeed, if I treat her this kindly... Osamu will soon become my woman alone.)
I pushed her bangs aside and smiled at her from up close—and as I watched my wife's face light up with happiness, I thought to myself.
(But is that all there is to it?)
As Haruhime kisses my cheek with little pecks, I ruffle her sweaty, damp hair and think to myself.
(Ultimately, she has already drawn a line in her mind regarding sexual activity, and that boundary has become fixed.)
Gentle sex is a way for a couple to confirm their love, while rough sex is something the woman just has to endure for the man's sake.
Even though it's the same action performed between two people, Haruhime must surely perceive it differently.
That's probably—or rather, almost certainly—influenced by her dark memories.
(Up until now, I've been intentionally gentle with Osamu in order to teach him that "sex is a way to confirm love," but... Osamu must have perceived it as me forcing myself.)
Judging from the subtle hints of rivalry he showed towards Ichihime, it's possible he had a conversation with her about something related to the bedroom.
Since my principal wife, Ichihime, is pregnant and unable to be with me, it's only natural that such topics would come up.
Naturally, this would involve exchanges of opinions that only women can have.
In particular, the distance between Ichihime and Haruhime has been rapidly shrinking recently.
If the conversation within that relationship involved intimate matters, Princess Osamu would naturally have come across a certain question.
Ultimately, it boils down to the fact that I, as her husband, have a fundamentally different approach to Ichihime and Haruhime in the bedroom.
Certainly, my approach to sexual relations with my two wives is different.
With Ichihime being a virgin, I had consciously "developed" her, and had taught her various things up until then—and I had always kept that attitude in mind while we had shared affection.
However, that is not the case with Haruhime.
For her, with her dark past and wounds, I have tried to show through my own actions that sexual acts are not simply about satisfying men's desires and hurting women.
(How to interpret this difference will depend on the individual's perspective...)
She currently takes the stance that she believes I'm sexually restrained.
I'm quite aggressive and pushy towards Ichihime, but I take a gentle, enveloping attitude towards Osamuhime...
My concubine may even perceive it as her own fault.
Therefore, that's probably why he made that statement earlier.
But in the end, that would mean I would be walking the same path as the men of the Saito family before me.
Naturally, I absolutely do not want to do that.
(I've decided.)
Sensing the change in the look in my eyes, Haruhime's eyes became vacant for a moment—but then she smiled and put her arms around my back.
I was hugged tightly, very tightly.
But soon, that strength weakened, and as she spread her arms to the sides, Princess Osamu closed her eyes as if she had made up her mind.
When I stroked her head and gently kissed her, my wife's body tensed up, anticipating the painful act that the man would surely inflict upon her.目蓋eyelid
It was an unconscious act...and that's precisely why it makes you realize the depth of the man's karma that has been etched into her.
"...Osamu"
"yes"
"Today I'm going to hold you however I want, got it?"
"Y-yes..."
Her eyelids parted slightly, and her eyes, reminiscent of a frightened girl, trembled slightly.
"I am... prepared. Please, use my body as you wish..."
"No, that won't do."
Upon immediate response, a look of bewilderment appeared on Princess Chihime's face.
But I continued speaking regardless.
"I have no intention of holding a doll. The one I want to hold is you, not a doll."
"...a"
"I told you before, didn't I? Follow me."
I kissed my wife's forehead, then kissed her cheek, just as she had kissed me earlier.
That's how Princess Osamu must have understood my intentions.
She crumples her face and hugs me.
Now even stronger than before, as if to say, "I will never let go."
"I like you, I love you."
"...yes"
"So I'll hold you however I want. I'll pour out all these feelings I have for you."
"Yes... Yes!"
With large tears streaming down her face, she pressed her face against my chest, nodding her head up and down.
"So you come with me, and accept my feelings. If you intend to stay with me as my wife, then..."
"I... I...!"
"So don't be passive."
As I licked away Princess Chihime's tears, I whispered softly into her ear.
"I will devour you completely. But you must devour me completely as well. If you claim to love me, then show me that feeling. If you are easily crushed by my feelings, then that's all your feelings amounted to."
Even I admit it's the height of absurdity.
However, it seems to have served as sufficient provocation for Haruhime.
"I...I...! You saved me from that living hell, from that living hell...!! I love you more than anyone, more than anyone in this world...!!"
"Whoa...!?"
Where could such immense power reside within such a delicate and small body?
"I love you, I love you, I love you...!!"
In addition to the arms that were holding me, both of her legs wrapped around my waist, making us incredibly close.
Even if you try to pull away, the force is so strong it won't allow it.
(—Maybe I've taken a terrible stray down the wrong path.)
I was almost overwhelmed by the awakened spirit of Chihime.