Part 1: The Hidden Dragon of Hubei
I mindlessly stroked her exposed shoulder, neck, and collarbone.
Her skin is so smooth and delicate that you'll want to touch it forever. It feels like stroking a fine silk fabric.
Ichihime lay beneath me, occasionally twitching as she gathered her kimono to cover her chest.肌蹴Bare
I wonder if women in this era also had the same things they would be embarrassed to be seen in.
I felt like being a little mischievous, so I decided to lick the nape of her neck with my tongue.
"Mm..."
Ichihime's body reacted sensitively, trying to escape the sensation of my tongue.
But I'm not the kind of person who would allow something like that.
I placed my hand on Ichihime's left shoulder, stopping her body from sliding upwards.
"Ah... ah... Lord Nagamasa..."
"What's wrong, Ichi?"
I called her by her first name without using the honorific "princess" and whispered in her ear.
With his right hand resting on Ichihime's shoulder, he used his left hand to gently stroke her side and waist.
Ichihime trembled uncontrollably, her face bright red, and whispered softly.
"I...I'm embarrassed..."
"Well, it is something embarrassing, after all."
"But... it's different from what you taught me..."帰蝶Kicho御義姉様Big sister
I grinned maliciously, nibbling on Ichihime's earlobe, while simultaneously racking my brain and drawing on all my knowledge.
The "Kicho" that Ichihime mentioned was Nobunaga's wife, the famous daughter of the late Nobunaga .斎藤道三Saito Dosan
There are various theories about her, such as that she died with her husband during the Honnō-ji Incident, or that she survived and continued to live in Kyoto.
But that 's not the important point here .薀蓄Trivia
"Hey, Ichi"
"Y-yes, Lord Nagamasa..."
"What did Lady Kicho teach you?"
I sat up and looked down at Ichihime as I asked, and she squeezed her eyes shut and turned her bright red face to the side.
Hmm, so cute. Makes me want to tease her.
I seized the opportunity to reach out to Ichihime's kimono and finally succeeded in exposing her breasts, which I had long desired.
"Y-yes...!"
"Do you dislike it? Being seen by me?"
"N-no...! But it's embarrassing..."
"Then..."
I scoop up her ample breasts and shake them.
I almost let out a gasp of admiration. It was truly a breathtaking view.
Two pure white mountains tremble and wave, their pale pink peaks shining in the soft light .揺蕩Tayuta
Seeing this sight, my self-control in refraining from grabbing Ichihime's breasts deserves praise.蠱惑scary
"Tell me, what kind of bedroom etiquette did Lady Kicho teach you?"
"Ah... no, no..."
He slowly massages the lower part of her breasts. He massages them gently, stroking them lightly, and sometimes applies more force, squeezing and kneading their firmness.
"Aren't you going to tell me?"
"B-But...that's so indecent..."
While Ichihime writhed in agony, I cupped her breasts together with both hands, creating a deep cleavage.
Hmm, what a magnificent view.
It would feel amazing to thrust my son in here, but now is not the time.
"Then why did the city come here?"
"Th-that's!"
Ichihime's face was still red, but she looked me straight in the eyes and said:
"In order for the Oda and Asai families to continue to walk hand in hand for many years to come, I will—"
"Hmm"
I flicked both of Ichihime's nipples, which were pressed together, with my middle finger.
"Ah!" Ichihime cried out, her hips twitching.
Then, realizing how loud her voice was, she covered her face with both hands out of embarrassment.
"Hey Ichi, can I ask you something?"
"..."
Ichihime remained silent, her face hidden.
I must have been quite embarrassed by how loud my voice was just now.
Seizing the opportunity, I took the soft, untouched nipples into my mouth and licked them.
"Ah, ahh!"
Ichihime let out the loudest cry of the day and pinned my head down.
It's unclear whether they want me to stop or continue; their actions are quite ambiguous.
In such cases, I'm free to interpret it however I like.
Of course, the actions I took were to lick her hard, pointed nipples with my tongue, gently pinch them between my lips, and occasionally give them a strong bite with my front teeth.
Well, from a man's perspective, it's a perfectly natural reaction.
"H-hey! D-don't lick me... no... mmm!"
"Ichi, you know..."
As I pushed my breasts together again, I asked Ichihime:
"Whose wife is it?"
"Which...which one, you mean...?"
"In other words..."
Her body trembling and her breathing becoming ragged, Ichihime gazed at me with teary eyes.
Thinking that she was kind of like a puppy, I said as I played with Ichihime's breasts.
"I want to know if she's 'the bride of the Asai family' or 'the bride of Asai Nagamasa'... I want that to be clarified."
"a..."
Ichihime lowered her eyes and cowered.
Indeed, when daimyo in the Sengoku period formed marital alliances, there were only three main purposes.
In other words, it's either hostages, an alliance, or a takeover of the family.
In a world where romantic love between men and women was unnecessary, the only thing sought was the practical benefit of the family—that was the reality of marriage during the Sengoku period.
In other words, marrying into a family rather than being an individual means that one must constantly be on the lookout for opportunities to intervene in order to extract as much benefit as possible from the family one marries into for one's own family.
The opposite is also true.
Or rather, that had already become the norm...
But at the very least, I don't want such a bleak marriage. I didn't want to have such a lonely relationship with Ichihime.
As he kneaded Ichihime's breasts, which had become slippery with his saliva, he slowly brought his face closer.
"Listen carefully, Ichi."
I met Ichihime's gaze directly.
Her flushed face, glistening eyes, and disheveled hair damp with sweat on her forehead—that's all it takes to exude an overwhelming allure.
"To be honest, I was confused about this marriage."
"picture...?"
Ichihime's eyes widened. Anxiety was clearly visible in them.
That's why, to dispel her anxiety, I gently stroked her cheek and said:
"But I think it turned out well in the end. Ichi, you're a really great woman. I'm not nearly good enough for you."
"No way...!"
Ichihime shook her head vigorously, denying what I was saying.
"That's not true! Lord Nagamasa is a fine man! My brother also thinks highly of him! I—"
"Ah, yes."
I had a feeling that was the case.
Asai Nagamasa was a brilliant young man who left his mark on Japanese history, having helped the Asai family, which had been under the control of the Rokkaku clan since his father's generation, gain independence and establish a firm power base in northern Omi Province.
It was perfectly natural for Nobunaga to want to win Nagamasa over to his side, and the fact that Nobunaga sent his sister, Ichihime, to him was a testament to the high regard he held for him.
The innocent Princess Ichi had probably been hearing stories of Nagamasa's bravery from Nobunaga on a regular basis, which had fueled her feelings of love for him.
Incidentally, women in this era were not allowed to act spontaneously, and romance was limited to correspondence or stories heard from others, so it was common to fall in love with someone you had never met.
But I am not "Lord Nagamasa," the hero that Ichihime had heard about from Nobunaga.
After all, I'm just a person who, for some reason, recently swapped places with the historical Asai Nagamasa.
"City, tell me."
I playfully tease Ichihime's lips with my fingertips and ask in a serious tone.
"Are you the bride of the Asai family? Or are you my bride?"
Then Ichihime slowly sat up and hugged me, who was feeling nervous.
The soft mounds of her breasts are pressed against my chest, giving me a complex sensation that is a mixture of comfort and sexual arousal.
"I..."
Ichihime spoke slowly but clearly against my chest.
As I held Ichihime's shoulders, I paid close attention to every word she said, making sure not to miss a single one.
"I am Lord Nagamasa's wife..."
"I see."
"Yes. This is the first time I've met Lord Nagamasa, but..."
Ichihime smiled softly and tightened her grip on me.
"I knew it the moment I saw you. You are a wonderful person... If I could become your wife, I would..."
"...thank you"
"Ah..."
I kissed Ichihime. Not just once, but many times.
Then, Ichihime's strength gradually drained away, and finally, she collapsed onto the futon on her back.
When I looked into her face, I could see that behind her intense shyness, a mixture of various base desires, such as lust and carnal desire, was igniting.
"Ichi, you are my wife."
"Yes...! I, I am... Lord Nagamasa's wife."
I take the dominant position, and our lips meet.
Ichihime accepted my kiss with a touch of embarrassment, and her body grew hot.
My hands crawl all over her body.
A smooth back, a slender waist, a toned stomach, and soft buttocks...
Unable to resist any longer, I thrust my tongue into her mouth.
With her body trembling violently, Ichihime seems to be completely engrossed in the sensations of my tongue.
"Haa... mmm... ah, haa... ah..."
My tongue touches Ichihime's tongue.
Then, as if startled, it retracted inside her.
My tongue followed suit, lightly poking Ichihime's hardened tongue.
As this continued, she eventually seemed to give up, and the tension in her tongue began to ease.
I'm not the type to overlook something like that.
I intertwined my tongue with Ichihime's, determined to conquer her mouth.
"Ah... ahhhh"
Ichihime's body trembled with fear.
The more I intertwined my tongue with hers, the more her trembling intensified.
Apparently, her tongue is also an erogenous zone.
"Oh... I can't take it anymore... Lord Nagamasa... Stop... Stop it... Mmm."
However, she seemed to be desperately trying to resist the pleasure.
Nagamasa didn't really understand why that was the case.
She desperately tries to turn her face away, so I give up on deep kissing her.
Having no other choice, I started to return to her ample bosom—and then I suddenly realized something.
(That's right, this isn't the world I originally came from.)
I recall a paper I once read about Japanese family history.
In Japan during a period when women's rights were hardly recognized, it was considered taboo for women to be active in sexual activity, or even to derive pleasure from it.
In other words, Ichihime's resistance to her own carnal desires was a normal attitude that ordinary women of that era should exhibit.
However, the paper also states the following:
It was considered taboo for women to derive pleasure from sexual intercourse, but that was merely a formality.
Humans lived within a web of rules and customs, letting loose to the extent that they wouldn't be criticized.
When I remembered that, I half-forcibly kissed Ichihime's lips, thrust my tongue inside, and licked around the inside of her mouth.
Ichihime resisted, but I ignored her and ran my tongue over her gums and lower jaw.
Gradually, all will to resist faded from her body, until in the end, her body was completely relaxed, trembling only with the pleasure I was giving her.
"Oh... Lord Nagamasa..."
When I let go, Ichihime's eyes become dreamy and she makes a sweet, pleading sound.
"What's wrong, Ichi?"
"..."
When I asked her a question, she placed her hand on my chest and made a gesture that suggested she was expecting something.
Her feelings are also growing stronger.
Convinced of this, I was about to thrust my aroused penis into her crotch—but stopped myself.
When I stroke her head, she gives me a soft, gentle smile.
While continuing to caress Ichihime's body with one hand, I leaned closer to her ear and decided to make the request that I hadn't been able to fulfill earlier.
"Ichi...can I ask you something?"
"Yes, what is it...?"
Ichihime's sweet voice, now completely melted, sends shivers down my spine with pleasure.
Damn, I'm about to lose control. In fact, if I'm not careful, I might cum before I even insert it.
That's how much Ichihime's body and voice are a man-killer.
The husband who gets to hold such a wonderful woman in his arms must be the luckiest man in the world—well, that's me, by the way.
But that's precisely why I think this.
It would be a waste not to mold such an amazing woman to my liking, or rather, only a man could do that!
She retains her sense of shame, yet her body is completely consumed by the pleasure her husband gives her, and when he holds her, she moves her hips like a prostitute. But when it's over and she comes back to her senses, she blushes at her own actions, and the stunningly beautiful girl writhes in agony in my arms—oh, isn't that just the best?
In order to make her such an ideal wife, I, her husband, need to develop her myself.
However, you must not force anyone to do something.
Today, Ichihime will experience a man for the first time and become a woman.
Giving her a negative image of sex would hinder future development plans, and more than anything, I don't want my beloved girlfriend to harbor such negative feelings.
You must be gentle, but also tease them moderately, arousing their sense of shame, while teaching them about pleasure.
This is a perfect example of "easier said than done."
"City...would you tell me?"
"Yes... for Lord Nagamasa's sake."
Perhaps it's because her heart has been melted by love, but Ichihime's words seem to have become much softer.
As I kneaded her firm yet soft breasts, I asked Ichihime:
"I want to know. What you want between me and...between you and your husband...what kind of bedroom practices you've been asking about."
"Th...that's...oh no."
My wife's body twitches when I stroke and rub her nipples.
However, unlike before, it seems like things might work out if we push a little harder.
"Ichi, you are my wife. My wife and mine alone. I will live my life with you. I will live my life hand in hand with you. That's why I want to know everything you know... Is that selfish of me?"
"Ah... ah..."
Exuding an overwhelming allure, Ichihime turns her face towards me. It seems she has finally given in.
She took my hands with her soft hands and guided them to her chest.
"Um... what my sister-in-law said... that when a man enters the bedroom, he first begins to play with her breasts..."女子woman
"I see"
I shook, squeezed, and kneaded her ample breasts with both hands, urging Ichihime, "What do you want to do next?"
"And then... the gentlemen ... ah..."乳頭Nyūtō
"Nipples?"
Taking the utmost care to avoid touching her nipples, my fingertips traced over Ichihime's areola.
Each time, her body writhes suggestively, perhaps because she is moaning in agony from the sensation, or perhaps because she desires stimulation to her nipples.
Eventually, as if resigned to her fate, Ichihime spoke in a fading voice.
"He licked my nipple... and sucked on it like a baby..."
"Lady Kicho?"
"Yes... oh... I can't take it anymore, it's so embarrassing, Lord Nagamasa..."
"Don't say that. I'll do as you say."
"Ahhh... no... no, no..."
I did as Ichihime told me to and licked and sucked her nipples.
"Is this okay? Here?"
"S-Please stop... mmm!"
"Well, never mind. By the way, Ichi, when you hold me from now on, don't worry about this place..."
As I flicked her nipple with my fingertips, I spoke to Ichihime in a low voice, as if disciplining her.
"It's not called a nipple, it's called a nipple, okay?"
"Ah... ahh, my, my nipples..."
"That's right. If you don't call me that, you'll be punished, so remember that."
"I, I understand... ahh..."
Even so, it seems that men's actions are the same no matter what era they live in.
Men are weak to breasts. This must be a universal fact throughout human history.
Ultimately, the only progress humanity has made is in various technologies; fundamentally, we haven't changed at all since ancient times.
As I was thinking about all that and tormenting Ichihime's nipples, which were so hard they looked like they might break off, I made a small discovery.
Apparently, she reacts sensitively when I poke her nipples with my tongue while she's sucking them. I'll remember that.
"Hey, Ichi. So, what happened next?"
"Um... well... uh... Lord Nagamasa..."
Seeing Ichihime hesitating to tell me what the future held, I deliberately made a mischievous face and urged her on.
"That doesn't tell me anything, does it? I want to get to know you..."
"N-Nagamasa-sama..."
"...city"
I gently held her in my arms as tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes.
The Oda princess, renowned for her unparalleled beauty, was sniffling in my arms.
It seems I went too far with the bullying.
Hmm, it's hard to get the balance right.
As a form of apology, I placed my fingers on her chin and gave her a very gentle kiss.
A single tear falls right before my eyes.
Yeah, that's right...
I doubt any woman of that era, especially a princess of the Oda family, could have imagined being treated so badly by her husband on their wedding night...
After a long, slow kiss, Ichihime gazed at the vivid silver bridge between their lips, and then, as if resigned to her fate, she let out a sigh.
Then she took my hand and slowly guided it to her private parts.
"And the nipple... no... the gentleman who sucked on the nipple..."
A squelching sound is heard, and my fingertips become slimy.
At the same time, Ichihime's body jumped.
"Ah... so, you thrust your magnificent thing into a woman's vagina and release lots of your seed..."
"Did Lady Kicho say that?"
"Y-yes... Ah, ah! Stop, please stop, Lord Nagamasa! S-stop it!"
When I inserted my finger into Ichihime's cleft and rubbed her clitoris violently with my palm, Ichihime convulsed violently, stiffened, and then went limp.
...It seems I've reached my climax.
Well, I suppose that's because I was just stroking and playing with her body a lot until a moment ago.
"Uh... uhh..."
However, the bigger problem was that Ichihime had started crying in earnest.
Well, it's my fault. I just realized a moment ago that going too far isn't a good idea.
On the other hand, I also try to defend myself by thinking that it couldn't be helped.
When a woman of unparalleled beauty opens her body to me defenselessly, and it's our wedding night, there's no way I can maintain my composure any longer.
However, there's no point in just making excuses.
Once again, in an attempt to appease Ichihime, I leaned over her and showered her with kisses.
"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry, Lord Nagamasa..."
Sobbing, Ichihime kept apologizing to me.
I did nothing wrong, yet it's all my fault.
"Ichi... Ichi...! It's her first time! She's such a shameless, lewd woman that she's 'getting turned on'! I'm sure Lord Nagamasa would find a woman like this disgusting—"
"—That's fine."
As I held Ichihime in my arms, I was enveloped in an overwhelming feeling of happiness.
With my mouth, with my hands, with my body, Ichihime felt pleasure. It was the ultimate fulfillment for a man.
Even if it didn't align with the values of women in that era, I was happy.
"Hey... Ichi, do you hate me?"
"...Lord Nagamasa is mean, but I don't dislike him. There's no way I could ever dislike him..."
"I see. Then why do you reject the pleasure I offer?"
"it is--!"
"I was trying to make Ichi feel good. I wanted it, so it's not your fault."
So, if Ichihime feels any resistance to experiencing pleasure through sexual intercourse, she can just blame it all on me, her husband.
In this era, a wife cannot defy her husband's desires. Therefore, when a husband tries to give her pleasure, the wife cannot refuse.
It's all my fault. It's inevitable that I'd feel good.
If she were to shift the blame in that way, my Ichihime development plan could move on to the next stage.
"Am I not at fault...?"
"That's right."
"Is it okay to feel good...?"
"That's right."
"Wouldn't you despise me for being such a despicable woman...?"
"There's no way I would do that. You're my wife. I'd be happy if you gratefully accepted everything I give you."
"got it..."
Ichihime smiled as she gently touched my chest.
"Lord Nagamasa somehow reminds me of my older brother."
"You think I'm like Lord Nobunaga?"
"Yes... He's the kind of man who constantly breaks down what I consider common sense and takes me to new worlds.
"I see."
"Somehow...it's reassuring."
Hmm, this response is based on what I did. She's truly a goddess.
Well, the place I want to take Ichihime is a world of exhilarating carnal desires.
I'm keeping quiet about it because if I said something like that at this stage, I'd definitely lose all credibility.
I lightly smoothed Ichihime's bangs with my fingertips before pressing my lips against hers, first melting her heart.
Then, while continuing the deep kiss, I stroked her back and stomach, and when the time was right, I touched her vulva with my fingertips. Ichihime's body flinched, but I no longer cared and continued my act.
She's moaning sweetly as she writhes in my arms. Ah, it's making me so horny...
The sound of mucus leaking from Ichihime's cleft grew louder, and my heart began to race as well.
I pulled away from Ichihime for a moment and rubbed my penis against her genitals.
The secretions mix together, making a lewd, squelching sound.
Ichihime sits up slightly, gazes blankly at the lewd game, and then smiles at me.
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My first night with Ichihime. I think the best part of a "first time" is enjoying the awkwardness and clumsiness on the girl's part. Not many people agree with me, though.
Part 1: The Hidden Dragon of Hubei
Episode 2: The First Night with Ichihime
Ichihime's body was white and smooth.
I mindlessly stroked her exposed shoulder, neck, and collarbone.
Her skin is so smooth and delicate that you'll want to touch it forever. It feels like stroking a fine silk fabric.
Ichihime lay beneath me, occasionally twitching as she gathered her kimono to cover her chest.肌蹴Bare
I wonder if women in this era also had the same things they would be embarrassed to be seen in.
I felt like being a little mischievous, so I decided to lick the nape of her neck with my tongue.
"Mm..."
Ichihime's body reacted sensitively, trying to escape the sensation of my tongue.
But I'm not the kind of person who would allow something like that.
I placed my hand on Ichihime's left shoulder, stopping her body from sliding upwards.
"Ah... ah... Lord Nagamasa..."
"What's wrong, Ichi?"
I called her by her first name without using the honorific "princess" and whispered in her ear.
With his right hand resting on Ichihime's shoulder, he used his left hand to gently stroke her side and waist.
Ichihime trembled uncontrollably, her face bright red, and whispered softly.
"I...I'm embarrassed..."
"Well, it is something embarrassing, after all."
"But... it's different from what you taught me..."帰蝶Kicho御義姉様Big sister
I grinned maliciously, nibbling on Ichihime's earlobe, while simultaneously racking my brain and drawing on all my knowledge.
The "Kicho" that Ichihime mentioned was Nobunaga's wife, the famous daughter of the late Nobunaga .斎藤道三Saito Dosan
There are various theories about her, such as that she died with her husband during the Honnō-ji Incident, or that she survived and continued to live in Kyoto.
But that 's not the important point here .薀蓄Trivia
"Hey, Ichi"
"Y-yes, Lord Nagamasa..."
"What did Lady Kicho teach you?"
I sat up and looked down at Ichihime as I asked, and she squeezed her eyes shut and turned her bright red face to the side.
Hmm, so cute. Makes me want to tease her.
I seized the opportunity to reach out to Ichihime's kimono and finally succeeded in exposing her breasts, which I had long desired.
"Y-yes...!"
"Do you dislike it? Being seen by me?"
"N-no...! But it's embarrassing..."
"Then..."
I scoop up her ample breasts and shake them.
I almost let out a gasp of admiration. It was truly a breathtaking view.
Two pure white mountains tremble and wave, their pale pink peaks shining in the soft light .揺蕩Tayuta
Seeing this sight, my self-control in refraining from grabbing Ichihime's breasts deserves praise.蠱惑scary
"Tell me, what kind of bedroom etiquette did Lady Kicho teach you?"
"Ah... no, no..."
He slowly massages the lower part of her breasts. He massages them gently, stroking them lightly, and sometimes applies more force, squeezing and kneading their firmness.
"Aren't you going to tell me?"
"B-But...that's so indecent..."
While Ichihime writhed in agony, I cupped her breasts together with both hands, creating a deep cleavage.
Hmm, what a magnificent view.
It would feel amazing to thrust my son in here, but now is not the time.
"Then why did the city come here?"
"Th-that's!"
Ichihime's face was still red, but she looked me straight in the eyes and said:
"In order for the Oda and Asai families to continue to walk hand in hand for many years to come, I will—"
"Hmm"
I flicked both of Ichihime's nipples, which were pressed together, with my middle finger.
"Ah!" Ichihime cried out, her hips twitching.
Then, realizing how loud her voice was, she covered her face with both hands out of embarrassment.
"Hey Ichi, can I ask you something?"
"..."
Ichihime remained silent, her face hidden.
I must have been quite embarrassed by how loud my voice was just now.
Seizing the opportunity, I took the soft, untouched nipples into my mouth and licked them.
"Ah, ahh!"
Ichihime let out the loudest cry of the day and pinned my head down.
It's unclear whether they want me to stop or continue; their actions are quite ambiguous.
In such cases, I'm free to interpret it however I like.
Of course, the actions I took were to lick her hard, pointed nipples with my tongue, gently pinch them between my lips, and occasionally give them a strong bite with my front teeth.
Well, from a man's perspective, it's a perfectly natural reaction.
"H-hey! D-don't lick me... no... mmm!"
"Ichi, you know..."
As I pushed my breasts together again, I asked Ichihime:
"Whose wife is it?"
"Which...which one, you mean...?"
"In other words..."
Her body trembling and her breathing becoming ragged, Ichihime gazed at me with teary eyes.
Thinking that she was kind of like a puppy, I said as I played with Ichihime's breasts.
"I want to know if she's 'the bride of the Asai family' or 'the bride of Asai Nagamasa'... I want that to be clarified."
"a..."
Ichihime lowered her eyes and cowered.
Indeed, when daimyo in the Sengoku period formed marital alliances, there were only three main purposes.
In other words, it's either hostages, an alliance, or a takeover of the family.
In a world where romantic love between men and women was unnecessary, the only thing sought was the practical benefit of the family—that was the reality of marriage during the Sengoku period.
In other words, marrying into a family rather than being an individual means that one must constantly be on the lookout for opportunities to intervene in order to extract as much benefit as possible from the family one marries into for one's own family.
The opposite is also true.
Or rather, that had already become the norm...
But at the very least, I don't want such a bleak marriage. I didn't want to have such a lonely relationship with Ichihime.
As he kneaded Ichihime's breasts, which had become slippery with his saliva, he slowly brought his face closer.
"Listen carefully, Ichi."
I met Ichihime's gaze directly.
Her flushed face, glistening eyes, and disheveled hair damp with sweat on her forehead—that's all it takes to exude an overwhelming allure.
"To be honest, I was confused about this marriage."
"picture...?"
Ichihime's eyes widened. Anxiety was clearly visible in them.
That's why, to dispel her anxiety, I gently stroked her cheek and said:
"But I think it turned out well in the end. Ichi, you're a really great woman. I'm not nearly good enough for you."
"No way...!"
Ichihime shook her head vigorously, denying what I was saying.
"That's not true! Lord Nagamasa is a fine man! My brother also thinks highly of him! I—"
"Ah, yes."
I had a feeling that was the case.
Asai Nagamasa was a brilliant young man who left his mark on Japanese history, having helped the Asai family, which had been under the control of the Rokkaku clan since his father's generation, gain independence and establish a firm power base in northern Omi Province.
It was perfectly natural for Nobunaga to want to win Nagamasa over to his side, and the fact that Nobunaga sent his sister, Ichihime, to him was a testament to the high regard he held for him.
The innocent Princess Ichi had probably been hearing stories of Nagamasa's bravery from Nobunaga on a regular basis, which had fueled her feelings of love for him.
Incidentally, women in this era were not allowed to act spontaneously, and romance was limited to correspondence or stories heard from others, so it was common to fall in love with someone you had never met.
But I am not "Lord Nagamasa," the hero that Ichihime had heard about from Nobunaga.
After all, I'm just a person who, for some reason, recently swapped places with the historical Asai Nagamasa.
"City, tell me."
I playfully tease Ichihime's lips with my fingertips and ask in a serious tone.
"Are you the bride of the Asai family? Or are you my bride?"
Then Ichihime slowly sat up and hugged me, who was feeling nervous.
The soft mounds of her breasts are pressed against my chest, giving me a complex sensation that is a mixture of comfort and sexual arousal.
"I..."
Ichihime spoke slowly but clearly against my chest.
As I held Ichihime's shoulders, I paid close attention to every word she said, making sure not to miss a single one.
"I am Lord Nagamasa's wife..."
"I see."
"Yes. This is the first time I've met Lord Nagamasa, but..."
Ichihime smiled softly and tightened her grip on me.
"I knew it the moment I saw you. You are a wonderful person... If I could become your wife, I would..."
"...thank you"
"Ah..."
I kissed Ichihime. Not just once, but many times.
Then, Ichihime's strength gradually drained away, and finally, she collapsed onto the futon on her back.
When I looked into her face, I could see that behind her intense shyness, a mixture of various base desires, such as lust and carnal desire, was igniting.
"Ichi, you are my wife."
"Yes...! I, I am... Lord Nagamasa's wife."
I take the dominant position, and our lips meet.
Ichihime accepted my kiss with a touch of embarrassment, and her body grew hot.
My hands crawl all over her body.
A smooth back, a slender waist, a toned stomach, and soft buttocks...
Unable to resist any longer, I thrust my tongue into her mouth.
With her body trembling violently, Ichihime seems to be completely engrossed in the sensations of my tongue.
"Haa... mmm... ah, haa... ah..."
My tongue touches Ichihime's tongue.
Then, as if startled, it retracted inside her.
My tongue followed suit, lightly poking Ichihime's hardened tongue.
As this continued, she eventually seemed to give up, and the tension in her tongue began to ease.
I'm not the type to overlook something like that.
I intertwined my tongue with Ichihime's, determined to conquer her mouth.
"Ah... ahhhh"
Ichihime's body trembled with fear.
The more I intertwined my tongue with hers, the more her trembling intensified.
Apparently, her tongue is also an erogenous zone.
"Oh... I can't take it anymore... Lord Nagamasa... Stop... Stop it... Mmm."
However, she seemed to be desperately trying to resist the pleasure.
Nagamasa didn't really understand why that was the case.
She desperately tries to turn her face away, so I give up on deep kissing her.
Having no other choice, I started to return to her ample bosom—and then I suddenly realized something.
(That's right, this isn't the world I originally came from.)
I recall a paper I once read about Japanese family history.
In Japan during a period when women's rights were hardly recognized, it was considered taboo for women to be active in sexual activity, or even to derive pleasure from it.
In other words, Ichihime's resistance to her own carnal desires was a normal attitude that ordinary women of that era should exhibit.
However, the paper also states the following:
It was considered taboo for women to derive pleasure from sexual intercourse, but that was merely a formality.
Humans lived within a web of rules and customs, letting loose to the extent that they wouldn't be criticized.
When I remembered that, I half-forcibly kissed Ichihime's lips, thrust my tongue inside, and licked around the inside of her mouth.
Ichihime resisted, but I ignored her and ran my tongue over her gums and lower jaw.
Gradually, all will to resist faded from her body, until in the end, her body was completely relaxed, trembling only with the pleasure I was giving her.
"Oh... Lord Nagamasa..."
When I let go, Ichihime's eyes become dreamy and she makes a sweet, pleading sound.
"What's wrong, Ichi?"
"..."
When I asked her a question, she placed her hand on my chest and made a gesture that suggested she was expecting something.
Her feelings are also growing stronger.
Convinced of this, I was about to thrust my aroused penis into her crotch—but stopped myself.
When I stroke her head, she gives me a soft, gentle smile.
While continuing to caress Ichihime's body with one hand, I leaned closer to her ear and decided to make the request that I hadn't been able to fulfill earlier.
"Ichi...can I ask you something?"
"Yes, what is it...?"
Ichihime's sweet voice, now completely melted, sends shivers down my spine with pleasure.
Damn, I'm about to lose control. In fact, if I'm not careful, I might cum before I even insert it.
That's how much Ichihime's body and voice are a man-killer.
The husband who gets to hold such a wonderful woman in his arms must be the luckiest man in the world—well, that's me, by the way.
But that's precisely why I think this.
It would be a waste not to mold such an amazing woman to my liking, or rather, only a man could do that!
She retains her sense of shame, yet her body is completely consumed by the pleasure her husband gives her, and when he holds her, she moves her hips like a prostitute. But when it's over and she comes back to her senses, she blushes at her own actions, and the stunningly beautiful girl writhes in agony in my arms—oh, isn't that just the best?
In order to make her such an ideal wife, I, her husband, need to develop her myself.
However, you must not force anyone to do something.
Today, Ichihime will experience a man for the first time and become a woman.
Giving her a negative image of sex would hinder future development plans, and more than anything, I don't want my beloved girlfriend to harbor such negative feelings.
You must be gentle, but also tease them moderately, arousing their sense of shame, while teaching them about pleasure.
This is a perfect example of "easier said than done."
"City...would you tell me?"
"Yes... for Lord Nagamasa's sake."
Perhaps it's because her heart has been melted by love, but Ichihime's words seem to have become much softer.
As I kneaded her firm yet soft breasts, I asked Ichihime:
"I want to know. What you want between me and...between you and your husband...what kind of bedroom practices you've been asking about."
"Th...that's...oh no."
My wife's body twitches when I stroke and rub her nipples.
However, unlike before, it seems like things might work out if we push a little harder.
"Ichi, you are my wife. My wife and mine alone. I will live my life with you. I will live my life hand in hand with you. That's why I want to know everything you know... Is that selfish of me?"
"Ah... ah..."
Exuding an overwhelming allure, Ichihime turns her face towards me. It seems she has finally given in.
She took my hands with her soft hands and guided them to her chest.
"Um... what my sister-in-law said... that when a man enters the bedroom, he first begins to play with her breasts..."女子woman
"I see"
I shook, squeezed, and kneaded her ample breasts with both hands, urging Ichihime, "What do you want to do next?"
"And then... the gentlemen ... ah..."乳頭Nyūtō
"Nipples?"
Taking the utmost care to avoid touching her nipples, my fingertips traced over Ichihime's areola.
Each time, her body writhes suggestively, perhaps because she is moaning in agony from the sensation, or perhaps because she desires stimulation to her nipples.
Eventually, as if resigned to her fate, Ichihime spoke in a fading voice.
"He licked my nipple... and sucked on it like a baby..."
"Lady Kicho?"
"Yes... oh... I can't take it anymore, it's so embarrassing, Lord Nagamasa..."
"Don't say that. I'll do as you say."
"Ahhh... no... no, no..."
I did as Ichihime told me to and licked and sucked her nipples.
"Is this okay? Here?"
"S-Please stop... mmm!"
"Well, never mind. By the way, Ichi, when you hold me from now on, don't worry about this place..."
As I flicked her nipple with my fingertips, I spoke to Ichihime in a low voice, as if disciplining her.
"It's not called a nipple, it's called a nipple, okay?"
"Ah... ahh, my, my nipples..."
"That's right. If you don't call me that, you'll be punished, so remember that."
"I, I understand... ahh..."
Even so, it seems that men's actions are the same no matter what era they live in.
Men are weak to breasts. This must be a universal fact throughout human history.
Ultimately, the only progress humanity has made is in various technologies; fundamentally, we haven't changed at all since ancient times.
As I was thinking about all that and tormenting Ichihime's nipples, which were so hard they looked like they might break off, I made a small discovery.
Apparently, she reacts sensitively when I poke her nipples with my tongue while she's sucking them. I'll remember that.
"Hey, Ichi. So, what happened next?"
"Um... well... uh... Lord Nagamasa..."
Seeing Ichihime hesitating to tell me what the future held, I deliberately made a mischievous face and urged her on.
"That doesn't tell me anything, does it? I want to get to know you..."
"N-Nagamasa-sama..."
"...city"
I gently held her in my arms as tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes.
The Oda princess, renowned for her unparalleled beauty, was sniffling in my arms.
It seems I went too far with the bullying.
Hmm, it's hard to get the balance right.
As a form of apology, I placed my fingers on her chin and gave her a very gentle kiss.
A single tear falls right before my eyes.
Yeah, that's right...
I doubt any woman of that era, especially a princess of the Oda family, could have imagined being treated so badly by her husband on their wedding night...
After a long, slow kiss, Ichihime gazed at the vivid silver bridge between their lips, and then, as if resigned to her fate, she let out a sigh.
Then she took my hand and slowly guided it to her private parts.
"And the nipple... no... the gentleman who sucked on the nipple..."
A squelching sound is heard, and my fingertips become slimy.
At the same time, Ichihime's body jumped.
"Ah... so, you thrust your magnificent thing into a woman's vagina and release lots of your seed..."
"Did Lady Kicho say that?"
"Y-yes... Ah, ah! Stop, please stop, Lord Nagamasa! S-stop it!"
When I inserted my finger into Ichihime's cleft and rubbed her clitoris violently with my palm, Ichihime convulsed violently, stiffened, and then went limp.
...It seems I've reached my climax.
Well, I suppose that's because I was just stroking and playing with her body a lot until a moment ago.
"Uh... uhh..."
However, the bigger problem was that Ichihime had started crying in earnest.
Well, it's my fault. I just realized a moment ago that going too far isn't a good idea.
On the other hand, I also try to defend myself by thinking that it couldn't be helped.
When a woman of unparalleled beauty opens her body to me defenselessly, and it's our wedding night, there's no way I can maintain my composure any longer.
However, there's no point in just making excuses.
Once again, in an attempt to appease Ichihime, I leaned over her and showered her with kisses.
"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry, Lord Nagamasa..."
Sobbing, Ichihime kept apologizing to me.
I did nothing wrong, yet it's all my fault.
"Ichi... Ichi...! It's her first time! She's such a shameless, lewd woman that she's 'getting turned on'! I'm sure Lord Nagamasa would find a woman like this disgusting—"
"—That's fine."
As I held Ichihime in my arms, I was enveloped in an overwhelming feeling of happiness.
With my mouth, with my hands, with my body, Ichihime felt pleasure. It was the ultimate fulfillment for a man.