I can hear the sound of cicadas chirping from outside.
It's that incredibly loud, ringing sound, "meen-min-min-min-mee."
While listening to the love hymns of the poor insects that perish so fleetingly, I was at the mercy of Ichihime and Haruhime.
"Your lord... your complexion still looks unwell..."
With me on her lap, Haruhime leaned forward and whispered softly in my ear.
It's like a gentle tickling sensation inside your ear .真綿Mawata
It was so ticklish, and so embarrassing—I shifted my body slightly.捩Yoji
I could feel Princess Osamu's soft, plump breasts through her kimono.
Because she is probably pressing herself against me intentionally, I can clearly feel that soft sensation.
And below her cheek are her thighs. You can sense the presence of her thin stomach behind her head.
(Somehow, this is very... calming...)
—As I inhaled deeply the gentle scent of Haruhime's body, my desire for sleep outweighed my desire for sex.
The Asai family's ambition to improve northern Omi began to crumble and melt away.蕩Toro
For men, women are a source of comfort.
The moment you throw yourself at a woman you love and trust—you realize that it is the happiest moment of all.
It means dozing off on Princess Osamu's lap.
Just that alone makes me feel like all the effort I've put in up until now has been worthwhile.
In fact, having my head in Haruhime's lap gave me an unparalleled sense of relief and bliss.
While Ichihime's lap pillow is wonderful, Osamuhime's lap pillow is also wonderful.
She may not have the plump, soft fleshiness, but that's precisely why you want to seek out her for even greater comfort and cuddle.
"Lord Nagamasa... you're only paying attention to Princess Osamu..."
As I buried my face in Haruhime's stomach, I heard a voice from my feet that sounded slightly jealous.
And then I felt the weight of someone on my thigh—it was none other than Ichihime.
My beloved wife had her face buried in my crotch.
"But... that's fine. I'll be relying on you a lot too."
Ichihime said this while sniffling.
It is none other than this.
In a state where sleepiness and sexual arousal are intertwined, my son is erect despite being exhausted.
She was inhaling the sexual scent rising from it with an expression of unparalleled bliss.
"Lord Nagamasa... Ah, Lord Nagamasa's scent..."
With a dreamy, ecstatic sigh, Ichihime rubbed her cheek against the tent-like support pole that was pushing up her hakama.
And then, to my surprise, she began to gently nibble on the tip of my penis—the head of my penis—through my hakama.
(...Well, that's fine.)
—I decided to give up thinking and hand over all control to Ichihime and Haruhime.
No matter what they do to me today, I will remain a non-resistant.
Even if a finger is thrust into my anus and my prostate is stimulated, I will remain completely passive, like that saint.
(Besides, Ichi and Osamu wouldn't do anything that I wouldn't like...)
As I was thinking about that, Haruhime stroked my cheek as if comforting a child.
Apparently, without realizing it, he had shifted his focus from her stomach—and pressed his face against her breasts.
"My lord... Compared to your wife, I'm rather pathetic and embarrassing..."
As she said this, Princess Haruhime, blushing, slipped off the top of her kimono.
And there it was, her bare breasts revealed.
These are beautiful breasts that are soft and plump with just the right amount of elasticity, making them very satisfying to knead.
"It's embarrassing, very embarrassing, but... I talked to my wife about it... She said she wanted to give you some comfort after you've been working tirelessly for us. So..."
With her face flushed and eyes closed as if to endure the shame...
Haruhime gently cupped her left breast with her right hand, leaned forward, and offered her nipple to my mouth.
A modest pink areola.
And yet , they're still soft and squishy—nice-smelling nipples.凝child凝Japanese anchovy
It brushed past my nose and pricked my lips .突Tsutsu擽tickle
"Today... please suckle to your heart's content, until you are completely satisfied... Well, I don't produce breast milk yet, but someday—"
Haruhime gently stroked my hair with her left hand...
She asked in a small voice, making gestures that suggested she was so embarrassed she could die.
"You will impregnate me like your wife did, won't you...? My lord..."
That voice slips right into my head, where I drift between the real world and the dream world.
I nodded repeatedly, then gently extended the tip of my tongue and flicked it against her soft nipple.弄groping
"Mmm... haa..."
Haruhime let out a truly happy sigh and ruffled my hair.
"I'm so happy... mmm, ah... I'm so happy... ahh... oh my..."
As I licked and sucked her nipples, Chihime's upper body twitched in response.
Basically, the nipple itself has no taste.
But even so, the urge to suck on it with all my might must be something I feel as a man .性Saga
"Ah...oh...oh. Oh my...hehe, you're so wonderful...ah..."
He gently nibbles on Haruhime's areola, sucking on her nipple and rolling it around with the tip of his tongue.
Then, as if comforting a baby, she gently patted my stomach... pat... pat...
It's so incredibly comforting—I can totally understand why babies fall asleep while sucking on their mother's nipple.
"I...I...I'm not producing milk yet...Ah...ahh..."
"Lord Nagamasa..."
She must have been jealous of me, who was so engrossed in Haruhime's soft flesh.
Ichihime called out to me in a slightly annoyed voice.
"That's not fair... I... I really want you to smoke me too..."
"Hehe, I'm so sorry... my lady."
With a flushed face, but with a look that clearly showed her awakening maternal instincts, and her body twitching uncontrollably, Princess Chihime said mischievously:
"Lord Bizen-no-kami... it seems that you prefer my breasts, which you can suckle on, rather than your wife's breasts, which you cannot suckle on... ah, oh...? Hehe, hehehe..."
"Th-that can't be...! N-Nagamasa-sama...!?"
Ichihime shook her head vigorously, glaring not at Osamuhime, but at me.
"Lord Nagamasa...! All you need to do is look after Ichi...! I understand that Princess Osamu is very important to you, I really do...! But you must look after Ichi, Ichi...!"
"Oh, darling... No... You mustn't bite my nipples... No, naughty, naughty... Mmm, mmm..."
"...! Ugh...!!!"
My beloved wife, burning with jealousy, forcefully pulled down my hakama—exposing my big sun and gripping it tightly.
"Lord Nagamasa, you only need to look after Ichi...! I know that Princess Osamu is important to you, I really do...! But you must look at me...!
"Hmmmm!?"
"Ah, oh my...! No, stop, if you suck my nipples that hard they'll fall off...!"
As she clenched her slender fingers, Ichihime said in a desperate voice:
"I...I will heal you...! More than anyone else, more than anyone else...! Because I know best what pleases Lord Nagamasa...!"
That may indeed be the case.
As I felt Ichihime's slender fingers digging into my son, I somehow felt detached from the situation.
To begin with, the very first thing I declared when I came to this world was the Ichihime Development Project.
The development plan is currently on hold because she's pregnant, but I've been preparing her in the bedroom every night to make her the woman of my dreams.
In other words, I was trying to mold her into my one and only wife from scratch, so all of her sexual techniques were established to suit me and be exclusively for me.
In contrast, Princess Osamu, who carried the burden of a tragic past caused by the men of the Saito family, was different.
Her sexual techniques, developed to escape pain and find relief quickly, aren't solely for my benefit—they're based on a wealth of experience.
Having been rescued from hell, Haruhime now displays such a happy and serene expression—and indeed, her sexual skills are far superior to Ichihime's.
However, although her skills were inferior, Ichihime was perfectly optimized for me.
And now, she's about to demonstrate the verbal skills I've thoroughly taught her.
"Ah... it smells amazing..."
Ichihime's nose was buried in a heavy, bulging scrotum.
Then she sniffed softly and let out a hot sigh, sounding entranced.
But, to protect my own reputation, I'll just say one thing—I didn't teach them to do such perverse things.
It turns out that Ichihime simply had a natural talent for scent fetishism. I'm not at fault in any way.
"You made me... Ichi... into a woman... And your penis taught me so much about marriage... Ah... this smell, this shape, this warmth... Ah... how wonderful..."
My beloved wife gently stroked the underside of Big Sun, saying "There, there," as if comforting a crying child.
Incidentally, my son was trembling uncontrollably, and tears, which I call Cowper's fluid, were dripping from the tip of his penis as he cried.
He's a spoiled brat, a total stubborn little rascal. Though he's just a stick.
"Mmm...!"
The dull yet gentle pleasure I feel on the underside of my penis leaves me groaning as I lick and caress Haruhime's nipples.
Then the concubine pressed the breast that was being sucked firmly against me—and took my hand, guiding it to her right breast, which hadn't been receiving oral caresses.
It seems they want to be loved too.
"Lord Nagamasa... I feel so sorry for him..."
As Ichihime gazed at his rock-hard penis, she said:
"But please don't worry... just relax... It'll be alright, the city will... heal you thoroughly and put you at ease..."
Then Ichihime gently brought her luscious lips closer to the head of his penis.
"Kiss... mmm, kiss... kiss..."
That's a bird kiss.
The pure lips of this unparalleled beauty are kissing the tip of my penis without interruption.
Between the lips that the man longed for and my glans, a slippery pre-cum formed a lewd silver bridge, as if we were deep kissing.
But even that seemed endearing to Ichihime, as she persistently kissed the tip of his penis, then pulled away, kissed it again, and pulled away once more.
The pleasure was enough to make my hips twitch.
He buried his face in Princess Osamu's left breast and squeezed her right breast tightly—and even the great military strategist let out a pained sigh.
"I'm already... so wet... hehe, all slippery... you know?"
With both hands, she smeared the Cowper's fluid that was endlessly overflowing from the tip of his penis onto Big Sun, and as she let her saliva drip and create a foam, Ichihime said provocatively:
It was like a monk with his head completely shaved receiving a shampoo for scalp care.
Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Ichihime slowly licked the well-foamed glans with her soft, pale pink tongue.
A viciously protruding penis head. A glans that has developed solely to stretch and churn out the narrow vaginal openings of wives.
I extend my tongue to the narrow part on the right side and play with the mixture of Cowper's fluid and saliva on my tongue.
Then, without hesitation, he swallows the sperm, which is capable of impregnating a woman, and sends it to his stomach, and then begins to perform oral sex on the left side.
"Mmm... mmmph...!"
Just as I was about to cry out during Ichihime's fellatio, Haruhime pressed her chest firmly against my mouth, blocking it.
It seems that she, too, has developed .滾Tagi
While letting me suck on her nipples, she glanced at me and licked her fingers—then touched my nipples with her slippery fingertips, stroking and rolling them around.
"Your name...it's getting a bit hard here..."
With her supple thumb and index finger, she pinched my left nipple and rubbed smiling with a lewd expression.扱after death
As this continues, even greater pleasure is being pounded into my lower body.
Ichihime slowly opened her mouth wide—and with her moist mouth, she enveloped the head of my penis.
"Mmm... Digging in, putting it in... Slurp..."
With the soft, squishy glans pressing against the inside of her mouth, Ichihime firmly tucked the glans inside her lips.
Then, she slowly moved her whole face—hooking her lips onto the tip of my penis and persistently licking the opening with the tip of her tongue.
From her delicate and pure beauty, I could hear the vulgar sounds of slurping and sucking.
In a daze of exhaustion and sleepiness, I found myself in a dreamlike situation, licking and sucking on Haruhime's nipples while Ichihime passionately performed oral sex on me.
No, maybe I'm already in a dream, and I'm just having a lewd dream.
"Puh..."
With a nasty slurping sound, the penis slipped out of Ichihime's mouth.
Just when you thought it was over...
"Hehe... Princess Osamu may be having a hard time, but... my chest can hold Lord Nagamasa..."
Ichihime also shed her kimono, revealing her upper body, which was so beautiful it could only be described as goddess-like.
Her breasts, which have grown even larger due to pregnancy, are shaking and swaying.
Pushing the hair from her cheek with one hand, Ichihime grabbed his penis with the other and gently kissed the underside of it.
But it seems they have no intention of doing so.手扱lever
He scoops up those goddess-like, the most beautiful, enormous breasts in human history, creating a deep, deep cleavage, and shakes them.
Adjusting the position of my fingers to avoid stimulating the nipples, which have grown a little larger due to pregnancy, I place the valley between them over the throbbing big sun.
The act is commonly referred to as "paizuri," or, in vulgar terms, "paizuri."胸扱Muneko
Only Ichihime, with her divinely beautiful, large breasts, can provide the ultimate relaxation play.
Even Haruhime, who was on the larger side for a woman of that era, couldn't firmly grip my big dick.
Yes, and the only one who can completely embrace me is Ichihime.乳房parent
"Lord Nagamasa, you liked it, didn't you... being loved while being held between breasts..."
"cormorant..."
Haruhime looked at Ichihime with a frustrated expression.
This is simply a matter of innate physical potential, something that cannot be overcome through effort.
And then I realized that my lower body was enveloped by Ichihime's soft breasts, and I became uncontrollably excited.
Licking Princess Osamu's breasts while being embraced by Princess Ichihime's—this must surely be paradise.
"Hmm... lick..."
Ichihime lets a generous amount of saliva drip into the cleavage between her breasts, which is holding Big Sun between them.
Then, slowly, without touching her nipples, she moved her breasts up and down.
Suck, suck... slurp, slurp
Every time my thick penis goes between Ichihime's breasts, the air trapped in the head mixes with her breasts and fluids, making obscene popping sounds.
I suppose they're embarrassed.
Blushing with shame, Ichihime still did not stop offering her milk.
My stiff, throbbing erection—it felt as if it were linked to the beating heart on the other side of her breast.
"Mmm... haa... mmm..."
Ichihime's heavy, dense maternal instincts grip Big Sun even more tightly.
And her beautiful, large breasts, swaying independently from side to side, fit snugly against the bumps and ridges on the surface of my penis—an indescribable pleasure washes over me.
That's not all.
To everyone's surprise, Ichihime, while continuing her technical breast service, began to take the powerfully protruding glans into her mouth, just as she had done before.
"Mmm... slurp slurp slurp... slurp slurp... slurp slurp slurp"
Shaking her breasts and skillfully moving her head, my wife begins to give me a titjob.
It felt like the inside of my crotch was being sucked in completely.
The vacuum-like mouth adheres tightly to the glans, and the soft breasts press against the shaft of the penis, creating friction.
"Slurp...kissssss...mmm...slurp"
As she deliciously slurps up the pre-cum, which is full of sperm, overflowing from the tip of her penis, her goddess-like beauty crumbles into a lewd expression as the oral caresses continue.
As she occasionally nibbled on my glans, I was overcome with such pleasure that I reached a state of ecstasy—and I simply craved Princess Haruhime's breasts.縋Suga
"My lord... oh... you look so happy..."
I feel like I heard Princess Osamu's voice say something like that.
But I was so cornered that I couldn't properly recognize that.
Her full, beautiful breasts were gently cupped and brought together from both sides.
And so my rigid penis was swallowed up by the deep, lustful cleft that was born.
The soft flesh, lubricated by a mixture of saliva and Cowper's fluid, rubs against the surface of the penis, almost as if it's clinging to it.
There was no way to resist that supreme pleasure.
"Oh... no, you can't suck that hard..."
While gently stroking my head, but without stopping tormenting my nipples, Chihime whispered:
"Are you almost at your limit...? It's alright, my lord... Please let it all out today, as much as you like... Don't worry about us, just go all out..."
Haruhime's voice seeps in like a hypnotic audio.
As my penis is passionately loved by her breasts and lips, and I suck on her nipples, my mind gradually regresses to that of an infant.
"Mmm... ahh... mmm... slurp... slurp slurp slurp"
Ichihime swayed her hips and rubbed her thighs together repeatedly, then briefly took her mouth off my glans.
Then, pushing her hair back, she put her mouth to the tip of the penis and began to drink the Cowper's fluid directly from the tube, as if sucking juice through a straw.
She kissed his glans, clearly aroused—yet her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.
I am doing this to please Lord Nagamasa, and it is not my true nature.
His face gives the impression that he might be making such excuses.
"It's almost time, isn't it, Lord Nagamasa?"
Ichihime vigorously stroked my penis, making squelching, lewd sounds.
While gently stroking his scrotum with her right hand and soothing her beloved husband's symbol with her left hand, she whispered:
"Hmm... Ichi, Osamu..."
I think my voice is pathetically childish.
But it was his wives who accepted it, and on their faces—along with the excitement, there was a strong sense of maternal love and affection.
"Lord Nagamasa..."
"Your lord..."
Ichihime stroked my penis even more carefully, and Osamuhime gently held my face against her chest.
My body is on the verge of ejaculating from sexual arousal, yet my mind is at an unparalleled level of calm.
Could that feeling of incongruity be due to the overwhelming drowsiness that makes me feel like I'm about to fall asleep?
I've heard that sex right before falling asleep is the most pleasurable—
(Ahhh, this feels really good.)
My sense of self is crumbling, and it feels like I'm about to melt away.
"Now...please don't hold back , let it all in...I'll accept it all...yes, everything about you, Lord Nagamasa..."射精is
"Your darling... you look so sad... oh, something... I feel like I'm about to awaken..."
Hearing my wives' gentle yet lewd voices, my big dick becomes taut to its limit.
Ichihime's fingers rubbed his penis and soft glans.
The tip of the penis was opening and closing, eagerly awaiting the moment when the semen rising up the tube would be released.
At that moment, Ichihime's breath was gently blown into the tip of the penis—
"Ah...ah...! Oh...ah...amazing...!"
"Ah... ah...!"
----Splurt, splurrr
It was as if a loud, intense sound effect was about to be added to the massive amount of semen spurting from my big dick.
The yellowish semen gushed out with tremendous force, staining Ichihime's face and leaving a sticky, makeup-like coating.
The thick, creamy semen stained not only Ichihime's face but also her upper body.
In the valley between her breasts, which were pushed together as if to receive my ejaculation, a swamp of semen emitting a tremendous sexual odor was formed—and it overflowed, dangling sloppily from Ichihime's cherry-pink nipples like snot.
And speaking of Ichihime, she would lick the semen off the area around her lips, chew it thoroughly, and swallow it while enjoying the smell and taste.
His face, covered in semen, looked truly happy and ecstatic.
A glimpse of pride was also evident in her, a sense of having satisfied the husband she loved.
"My lady... you're beautiful..."
As Haruhime gazed at her blankly, she said the following.
Then, gently laying my head down on the bed, I stumbled towards Ichihime, who was covered in semen—
"Please share some with me too..."
—And then, he leaned his face close to the pool of semen that had formed in the cleavage of Ichihime's breasts and began to slurp it up.
Seeing a scene like that, I couldn't help but get up...
Suppressing my sleepiness, I slowly propped myself up on my elbows and raised my upper body.
"Ah... mmm, mmm... mm, nod, nod..."
As she drank down the plump pool of semen, Chihime wore a look of complete satisfaction.
She glanced at it with her eyes half-closed, and with a smile, Ichihime gently released her hand from her chest.
My beloved wife has several viscous, yellowish semen bridges stretching between her breasts, and she opens and closes them repeatedly with a sticky, squelching sound.
Beside her, Osamu-hime licked the semen off Ichihime's upper body, and then finally put her mouth to the semen clinging to Ichihime's face.
It felt as if someone was licking her face, but Ichihime showed no resistance or refusal...
She just kept showing off her voluptuous breasts to me, as if to make a point of displaying them.
"Lord Nagamasa... I'll do the cleaning for you."
Even though she should be taking care of her own face and body, Ichihime slowly brings her face closer to my crotch again.
I gently squeezed and massaged his scrotum, then slid my tongue firmly against the underside of his penis, moving from below towards the glans.
Then, the remaining semen that was still inside the tube slowly oozes out from the tip of the penis.
"Ah...ah...! It's not fair that only my wife gets to have it..."
Raising her voice in protest, Haruhime hastily latched onto the head of my penis.
Then it starts sucking up the remaining juice... and that feels really good.
Cleaning blowjob by Ichihime and Haruhime.
The feeling of depravity from having both of my wives' faces pressed against my penis.
(This is... amazing...)
And even though it's supposed to be cleaning, my big sun keeps swelling up and regaining its strength, undeterred.
Seeing this, Ichihime and Haruhime wore expressions that seemed to say, "Just as we intended."
"Lord Nagamasa... How about we go to the bathhouse now...?"
Ichihime asks me while playfully nibbling on the underside of my penis.
"And there, I'd like to give your body a thorough massage..."
Haruhime continued in a whisper, following Ichihime's words.
The sun is still high in the sky outside, and people are still out and about—that's the kind of time it is.
But I could no longer refuse their proposal, nor could I run away from it—
"...Ahhh"
—All I could do was nod as I watched the lewd smiles on my wives' faces.i