With it being April, spring is truly arriving in Omi.
The nighttime temperatures were significantly higher than they were last December, when Ichihime gave birth to Manpukumaru and Chacha.
Outside the mansion, a gentle night breeze was blowing.
After a few more days, I won't have to worry about catching a cold, and I'll be able to enjoy evening walks with Ichihime.
While thinking about such things, Ichihime and I were lying on silk futons inside the mansion.
My beloved wife has wrapped both her arms around my back and is pulling me closer with all her strength.
I, too, held her body in a similar embrace.
Incidentally, let's just ignore the fact that recording is now done using the "Box of Scribes" as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Hehe... It's warm, Lord Nagamasa... Hehehe."
Ichihime was in a good mood and was rubbing her body against mine.
Through such close physical contact, you will notice that her body is steadily changing.
Her already voluptuous figure had become even more feminine and soft after giving birth.
A thin layer of healthy fat is added, filling both arms—allowing you to appreciate the soft, rounded curves unique to women who have given birth.
You could say that the stunningly beautiful girl has grown into a beautiful woman.
Having experienced intimacy with a man, conceived a child, and given birth, Ichihime had long since climbed the ladder to adulthood.
"You're warm... or rather, almost hot. Just holding you warms me up."
"Well... I just got out of the bath..."
"Is that all...?"
"Please don't make me say it..."
However, even though my physique had changed, there were naturally some things that remained the same.
One of those things is voice.
In the same beautiful, easy-to-listen voice that hadn't changed at all since we first met, Ichihime said:
"I am... his wife... How could I not feel my heart and body burning with anticipation when I lie beside my beloved husband in bed?"
"city..."
"Ah... Lord Nagamasa..."
I clenched my arms tightly.
As he tightened his grip on her beautiful, feverish body, Ichihime tilted her throat back slightly.
"Ah, ha..."
Her luscious, luscious lips part, and a seductive sigh escapes her lips.
It's understandable that one would be captivated by the unusually alluring Ichihime.
As I was doing that, Ichihime's face slowly moved, and she looked at me and smiled softly.
"I... I'm so happy... to be held like this..."
"Oh, I see... No, I'm happy too. To be able to have you, my beloved, all to myself like this."
Her smile was so divine that I felt embarrassed and turned my face away, then hugged my wife tightly.
Then, with an angelic face, Ichihime began to whisper devilish words.
"In that case...would you please hold me even tighter, so tightly that it leaves marks?"
"Enough to leave a mark?"
"Yes... I want you to hold me so tightly that you strangle me..."
"But that is..."
As I hesitated, Ichihime whispered to me, trying to provoke me.
"Won't you... love me...? Won't you love me enough to kill me...?"
"city..."
"Ah... Lord Nagamasa, more... harder..."
"like this...?"
"More... oh, harder...!"
"Like this? Is this okay...?"
"Ah... ha... yes... that's right... ah... I'm so happy..."
Ichihime's back was so arched that it looked like her waist might snap at any moment.
As she was held so tightly, Ichihime moaned—letting out a blissful, contented voice.
The feeling of her full breasts being squished and flattened is so pleasurable.
The reason the point where my chest and hers meet is wet is probably because breast milk is leaking from Ichihime's nipples.
"Hey, Ichi..."
However, things couldn't continue like that forever.
If you go too far, an accident could happen.
I knew, as a piece of trivia, that excessive "hugging" by men consistently ranks among the leading causes of death during sexual activity in modern times.
"No... no...! Don't stop, please don't stop... Nagamasa-san!"
As soon as I eased my grip, my wife, with her eyebrows drooping like a neglected pet dog, began to beg.
As I pressed my lips against hers to seal it away, Ichihime closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, and pressed her pure lips against mine.
"Mmm...fuh...chu..."
Like Haruhime, Ichihime was also quite the maiden at heart. Even after giving birth, her way of thinking remained that of a young girl.
Perhaps, even in the future, her heart will remain pure and girlish.
No matter how much one's body is developed, the heart will always remain pure and innocent.
"Kiss... mmm, kiss... ah... no... more, more... mmm... mmm..."
Even when I try to pull my lips away, Ichihime desperately chases after me, yearning for me.
Such a sweet and endearing sight fills me with affection.
"Ah... mm... slurp... mm... mm... ah..."
When I gently extended my tongue, Ichihime gladly guided it into her mouth.
Then she licked , nibbled on it with her lips, and then gently bit it with the tip of her teeth.啜soot
"Mmm... hah... kiss... kiss... mmm, slurp"
Ichihime had also become quite skilled at oral sex.
She's sucking on my tongue while slightly moving her head back and forth.
At that moment, she never forgets to slightly wiggle her lips and entwine her tongue with mine.
As my tongue is passionately caressed, an indescribable, thrilling sensation runs down my lower back.
"Mmm...ahh...mmm"
And the way he smoothly released his tongue before I could even get a grip on it showed he was quite experienced.攣Tsu
"Hmm... Ahhh"
She opens her mouth and shows me the mixture of my and her saliva that she's been holding in.
Then, after I gulped it down, she gave me an intense gaze and pressed her eyes against my lips.
The princess now has her open palms placed on top of each other, and is hunched over, pressing her arms against her chest.鎖骨上窩Sakotsujouka
She looked just like a young girl yearning for the man she loves—I involuntarily swallowed hard and pulled Ichihime into a tight embrace.
"Lord Nagamasa... Lord Nagamasa..."
Her cheeks were completely flushed, and she rubbed her whole body against me, looking very happy.
Then, she slowly lifts her face from my chest, urging me to kiss her—but knowing Ichihime, who has been a kiss addict ever since we got married, if I press my lips against hers again, the kissing will go on endlessly.
"Ah... ah, ah... kiss... kiss me...!"
"Ah, hey... calm down a little."
"Lord Nagamasa... kiss, kiss..."
"I know, that's why I'm telling you to wait a little."
"Uu
My beloved wife has her cheeks puffed out like mochi and is groaning.
If you poke it, it will swell up even more.
It seems he was quite upset that his kiss was rejected.
"A kiss is nice, but... this is good too, isn't it?"
"a..."
I took Ichihime's hand and gently led her towards my Big Sun.
The princess, who knew the taste of this man, forgot her dissatisfaction and quickly blushed at his already rock-hard, upright cock.
"Besides...you can express your love with a kiss, but still, I prefer to express it directly with words."
"...Huh?"
"I love you, Ichi"
My wife's eyes widened in surprise at my unexpected whisper of love, and her whole body trembled.
"Ah... ahh..."
Not all women are like that.
However, for Ichihime, who has a girlish mental structure, words of love spoken directly to her become an irreplaceable, addictive pleasure.
"Me...me too...me too...!"
The princess opened her moist, glistening eyes wide, then narrowed them.
Then, with great affection, or as if to say that this is all she needs, she hugs my body tightly.
"Lord Nagamasa... Oh, Lord Nagamasa...! I love you too, I love you so much, I love you so much I could die happy...!"
Ichihime pressed her body against me, rubbing against me, writhing in agony—and began to pour out a torrent of love, words that seemed to well up endlessly.
I held her tightly in my arms and faced her head-on.
It felt like about 30 minutes had passed.
As my wife continued to express her affection, I gently kissed her lips—and she looked at me with a surprised expression.
"...See? If your mouth is covered, you won't be able to express your feelings, even if you want to, right?"
"---! M-M-M-M-M!"
She must have come back to her senses. Ichihime quickly turned away, averting her gaze from his beautiful eyes.
But she's not angry. She's just embarrassed.
Her hair is beautiful and black. The fact that her ears, peeking out from beneath it, are stained bright red is further proof of this.
"I love you, I love you... Ichi"
"Oh... Ah, there... Not there... Ah, no... No..."
It goes without saying that one of Ichihime's erogenous zones is her ears.
When he gently kissed it with his lips , her beautiful body, wrapped in her nightgown, twitched and jumped.啄peck
"Mmm...ah...ah..."
He gently nudges the entire ear with his lips, then slowly runs his tongue over it.
If you do that, Ichihime's slender waist will immediately tremble, and she will let out a sweet moan.
If I tease her ears, she'll completely want to become "friends" with me—that's my wife's behavior at night, and it's a reaction I can't help but adore.
"Ah... y-yes... ah... mmm..."
When I tickled the entrance to her ear canal with the tip of my tongue, Ichihime's face became drowsy, her lips parted loosely, and she let out moans.
As I poured my saliva into it slowly and slurped it up, the body of my beloved mother who had given birth twitched and convulsed.
"Ichi, I'm going to undress you..."
"Ah...ah..."
He lifted Ichihime's limp body, which had reached a mild climax and melted with pleasure.
I moved behind her and licked her pale neck, then parted the front of her nightgown, which was damp and sticky with breast milk.
"No, no..."
"You don't dislike it, do you? Even so... your breasts are still as nice as ever, really."
Her overwhelming princess bust spilled out with a jiggling motion.
As I gazed at it from up close and commented on it, Ichihime squirmed in embarrassment.
From the very top—from the firm, taut nipple—breast milk was oozing out in a sloshing sound.
"That's incredible...it's still leaking..."
"Y-yes... I did quite a bit of work in the bath, but... um..."
"It won't stop, huh?"
"Yes... that's right."
Ichihime sighed, blushing, and looking troubled.
Her nipples, which she used to breastfeed her children, had become so sensitive to external stimuli that they would immediately start leaking milk.
Even if it's just a slight touch and friction between the lining of the kimono and the nipple.
Of course, it's not an illness.
The production of more breast milk than babies need—this was a phenomenon that troubled many women after giving birth.
If breast milk is not produced, the breasts, which are the containers for milk production, become engorged.
And there is nothing more painful than swollen breasts.
Ichihime was no exception; she was often seen clutching her taut breasts, looking distressed.
There's no way I could abandon her like that. It's a husband's duty to pay attention to his wife's physical care.
Therefore, if Ichihime seemed to be in pain during the day while I was working, I would stop what I was doing and help her with milking, which also served as a break.
"How is it? Does it hurt?"
"home..."
After shaking her head slightly in response to my question, Ichihime looked down shyly.
"But...it's taut and heavy..."
"...I see."
"Ideally, I'd like Manpukumaru and Chacha to drink it all..."
"Well...it's impossible, isn't it?"
With a wry smile, I held my wife's breasts, pushing them up at the base.
Heavy, voluptuous breasts.
It was already dense, heavy, and tender flesh, but now it contains milk inside. Of course it's heavy.
And the feeling of my hands sinking into that weight was simply irresistible.
"Ah... ah..."
As I lifted her breasts as if to save them, Ichihime let out a sigh of relief.
Those are some pretty heavy breasts. It seems the weight reduction has made her feel more at ease.
"Oh, Lord Nagamasa..."