After feeding Taishakutsukimo plenty of dried fish together with Hisa , I crept back to the mansion where I was living with Ichihime—where Ichihime was already preparing dinner.straw
A pot was simmering with plenty of porridge, and next to it, some fish I'd never seen before was being grilled on skewers over the hearth fire.
Next to Ichihime, who was intently observing the fire, Haruhime could be seen skillfully chopping ginger.
"I'm home"
As I quietly opened the sliding door and called out to them, they responded without any apparent surprise, as if they already knew I was returning to the castle.
"Welcome back."
As I plopped down beside the hearth, Ichihime knelt down with her hands clasped together and began to speak with a smile.
"Your return home seems almost perfectly timed, Lord Nagamasa. All that's left is to add the pickled plums to the porridge, so please wait a moment."
Ichihime slightly opened the wooden pot lid, letting a cloud of steam rise.
I wonder why that alone makes me feel so much hungrier.
In the pot was a well-cooked porridge bubbling away, and in the bowl in Ichihime's hand was a plum that had been chopped up along with its shiso leaf.
Saliva welled up in my mouth, and I swallowed hard.
"...Hey Ichi, what is Osamu cutting?"
"That's pickled ginger that Princess Osamu made herself. You can eat it as is."
When Ichihime said that, Osamuhime, who was holding a kitchen knife, smiled brightly.
"If you add ginger to the pickled plums, you can avoid bitterness, and above all, I think it's good for your health."食中Shokuata
"...I see."
While talking, he was amazed by the skillful knife work of Chihime, who never stopped chopping ginger, and he intently observed his two wives.
Ultimately, they are nothing more than strangers connected through me.
However, the way they respected each other's existence and helped each other not to infringe on each other's boundaries—it looked just like a real, ideal family.
(Does this mean that Ichihime is gradually opening up to him...?)
From the very beginning, the reason Ichihime started preparing meals at Sugawa Castle was out of fear of being poisoned by spies from the Asakura family.
Considering that, the fact that Ichihime has Haruhime help her prepare meals is probably a sign of her trust in her.
"...I kind of like this."
"What do you mean?"
Ichihime tilted her head slightly and asked.
Haruhime seemed engrossed in the task at hand, and didn't appear to hear my murmuring.
Having finished chopping the ginger, she then proceeded to grate something that looked like a yam.擂鉢Mortar and pestle
"No, it's like they're family... They are family, but they feel like family. To be honest, I could watch them forever—that's how I feel."
In a way, it's a feeling that only someone like me, who has lost both parents and is now completely alone in the world, can understand.
Ichihime was staring intently at my face, but when the steam rattled the pot lid, she shifted her gaze to that.
However, it seemed that their attention was always focused on me—
"I... no, we are family. Lord Nagamasa's, and only Lord Nagamasa's."
—Those were the words that escaped from her fresh, youthful lips.
"Was the city the only one that thought that way?"
"No, that's not it... I'm sorry for saying something strange."
"Well... in these times... it's true that there are many people who are family but not really family—and above all, being able to wallow in sentimentality is proof that we are human..."
As Ichihime said this, savoring each bite, she added the pickled plums and chopped perilla leaves to the pot.
Next to her, Princess Chihime, having finished grating the yam, was placing skewers of grilled fish on top of the yam.
"B-Besides...!"
My beloved wife swallowed her words for a moment, then, with a bright red face and teary eyes, she looked into my eyes.
"I am Lord Nagamasa's wife. And the fact that I am Lord Nagamasa's wife is unshakable. No matter what happens, I will always be with Lord Nagamasa... I would never leave him—I love him, now and forever."
It turned out that it was an homage to the utterly cheesy line I had whispered to Ichihime earlier that day—and all I could do was tremble with shame.
揶揄KarakaIf she was just pretending, I could have done anything—but judging by Ichihime's expression, it seemed she really did think that way, so I couldn't even get angry.反駁hambaku
"Lord Nagamasa, please enjoy this as well."
Whether she knew what was going on in my mind or not—though she probably did—Haruhime offered me a small bowl.
As I looked at it, trying to shake off the heat from my cheeks, I saw that it was indeed filled with the milky white liquid that Princess Osamu had grated earlier... or rather, grated yam mixed with chopped pickled ginger.
"...This looks like it will give me energy."
"Y-yes..."
When I involuntarily let out a sound, Haruhime blushed, fidgeted, and looked down.
"Both I and your wife... well, we want you to stay healthy forever, so..."
She's so cute that it makes you want to take her straight to the bedroom.
Incidentally, yams are such powerful aphrodisiacs that they put even energy drinks to shame, and are sometimes called "mountain eels."
In addition to various vitamins, it is rich in calcium, potassium, zinc, and arginine.
The fact that zinc stimulates sperm motility and that arginine directly impacts a man's erectile function was common knowledge for anyone living in modern society.
Furthermore, the stickiness of yams is due to a glycoprotein called mucin.粘素Nenso
This mucin is an extremely effective natural ingredient that is said to contribute greatly to the recovery from fatigue in humans.
(So, what I mean is that yam provides the nutrients and conditions to maximize the hardening of my big sun and the ability to impregnate my wife—)
When I shifted my gaze from Haruhime to Ichihime, she too blushed and her eyes wandered in an odd direction.
(Damn it, this is making my crotch really irritated.)
As I became aware of my son's rapidly growing size, I quickly shoveled down the grated yam soup and shoved the grilled fish into my stomach.
As I shoveled down the porridge, Ichihime immediately poured me another serving. Her beautiful face was one thing, but even just the exposed skin, like the nape of her neck, was enough to arouse me, and there was nothing I could do about it.
(Oh no, at this rate I'll be consumed by my sexual desires...!)
But sadly, my mind and body were two different things.
And the mind gets dragged along by the body.
Finally, my big sun was fully ready for battle, pushing against my kimono and standing completely upright.
Of course, Ichihime and Haruhime couldn't possibly have failed to notice—and they slurped their porridge, shrinking back in shame.
However, I had only recently begun to notice that there were subtle differences in how they expressed their embarrassment.
"...ah"
In other words—even though she is shy, Ichihime cannot hide her interest,
"...Hah"
Osamu is the type of person who takes a scene she's seen once, replays it mind, and then develops it further in her own head, writhing in agony over it.咀嚼chewing
"...Let's eat."
When I muttered that, the two wives exchanged glances and nodded, their faces bright red.
"For now, we'll have porridge. After that—"
Indeed, no further words were needed.
The ones who know me better than anyone are those women with whom I have directly shared intimate contact, exposing our private parts and exchanging love.
Haruhime lowered her eyes shyly, while Ichihime smiled with a slightly sad expression.
After glancing at the faces of my two wives, I shifted my gaze to the bowl of porridge.
There, floating amidst the pure white rice, was a fruit with reddish flesh.
(I'd love to try to go all out until I'm completely satisfied, right up to the point of getting a red ball...)
For just a fleeting moment, I thought that, and then I quickly shoveled the contents of the bowl into my mouth.
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Sexual activity is one of the important elements in a relationship between a husband and wife.
Since "sexual incompatibility" is considered a legitimate reason for divorce, its importance should be taken into consideration.
No matter how much we try to be nice, as long as we are living creatures, we cannot escape the act of reproduction.
A typical light novel protagonist who saves the world or is loved by many women.
Those guys, while outwardly pretending to be uninterested in women in their writing, are undoubtedly engaging in intense self-gratification in parts that don't appear in their published works—probably around 3 to 5 times a day.
I'm absolutely certain of it; in fact, if it wasn't true, I'd be a strange man.
The idea that a man surrounded by a variety of cute girls could maintain his composure—such a blissful, dreamlike scenario simply doesn't exist.
"Um... um, you...?"
As I was thinking about that, Haruhime looked up at me with an embarrassed expression.
"Isn't it heavy...?"
And indeed, her body was now being carried in my arms like a princess, floating in the air.
Having just finished our meal, we enjoyed a pleasant conversation for a while. Then, after seeing Ichihime's lonely expression, I gave her a passionate, deep kiss, making her collapse in shock, before we moved to the detached building where Osamuhime's bedchamber was located.
"You're not heavy at all... No, you need to put on some more flesh, more flesh. You're so light it's almost scary."
Haruhime has a generally slender build, and her ribs are faintly visible on her chest.
Unlike Ichihime's healthy-looking flesh and marbling, there was something unhealthy about it.
Well, a body with visible ribs and beautiful breasts—to be honest, there's something romantic about that.
"But, well... I can't eat very much..."
"Well, Osamu does have a small appetite..."
Muttering such things, he skillfully pulled open the door to the detached building with his toes.
I continued straight into the alcove, gently laid Princess Haruhime down on the cushion laid out beside the hearth, and then hurried back to close the door.
In Japan, it's common sense to close something after opening it.
(If only I had a maid, I could entrust her with these kinds of chores...)
I find myself thinking about such things, with my hand still on the sliding door in the dimly lit room.
However, Princess Osamu still has no ladies-in-waiting. Or rather, she has no intention of hiring any.
(They're probably just being considerate.)
It was directed not at anyone in particular, but at me and Ichihime.
Of course, Princess Osamu is aware that Tsubaki, who was Ichihime's chief lady-in-waiting, has broken the taboo and fallen in love with a Nagara foot soldier.
Since the marriage hasn't been approved yet, Tsubaki is currently working alongside many other maids, diligently handling various chores throughout Sugawa Castle.
—Under such circumstances, Haruhime is probably worried that hiring a new lady-in-waiting would come across as a sarcastic remark or a jab at Ichihime.
"We have to deal with the Tsubaki situation, we have to find someone to replace her, and we have to assign a lady-in-waiting to Osamu..."
They're a triple threat of no good.
By the way, I'm the kind of person who gets more turned on the more a girl resists me and says "no, no, no . "性質Tachi
(It seems like Osamu has gotten quite used to doing it with me... so it should be okay now.)
I thought about such things as I headed towards the bedchamber where Princess Osamu was waiting.
That's because I'm basically a pure, innocent, and upright boy who loves watching girls moan and sob.無垢pure
Up until now, partly due to Haruhime's past, their nighttime sports day had been conducted in an overly affectionate and lovey-dovey manner—
"—I'd like to try a variety of things soon."
Yes, a variety of things.
Ejaculating inside the hair, inside the navel, inside the buttocks, inside the armpits, inside the back of the knees—well, these are just perfectly normal sexual preferences.
(Well, I would never do anything to hurt Osamu.)
With those thoughts in mind, I stepped from the earthen floor into the alcove and headed towards the bedroom where Princess Osamu was waiting.
And sure enough, when I pulled open the sliding door, there she was, sitting properly on the futon, waiting for me.
In her eyes, illuminated by the fire of the hearth, one could see shyness and a faint hint of burning sexual anticipation.
"Osamu..."
"Your Majesty... aaah..."
If you immediately approach Princess Osamu and hug her, you can feel the softness of her body through her light clothing.
In my arms, her body trembled with joy, and though she was slender, I could definitely feel the warmth of life emanating from her.
(We're both alive...she and I.)
As I pondered these thoughts, I tightened my grip on her slender body.
Haruhime must have been suffocated by my strength, as her breathing became slightly ragged—yet she still clung to me tightly.
As we confirmed each other's warmth and presence in this way, before I knew it, my lips and Haruhime's lips lightly met, and with a natural movement, I pushed her down onto the bed.
"Your Majesty..."
Her eyes were hot and glistening, and her cheeks were flushed red, giving her a seductive look.
Haruhime already has the aura of a married woman, so there's a certain decadent feeling to it.
When I pressed my lips to her forehead, the great military strategist of the land broke into a shy smile.
"...What's wrong? You look like that."
"Well, actually... I made a small discovery."
Saying this, Haruhime parted her lips with a smile.
"You often kiss my forehead, don't you?"
"...Is that so?"
"Yes!"
I wonder, I hadn't really thought about it, but it's true that I might have given Haruhime a relatively large number of forehead kisses.
"So, Osamu, which do you prefer... a kiss on the forehead or a kiss on the lips?"
"Huh...? Oh, um... that's..."
My young wife, the strategist type, begins to think deeply, looking quite serious, at my mischievous question.
And the conclusion she reached was—to close her eyes quietly, albeit shyly, and pout her lips just a little.
"—You're cute."
"Th-that's not true... mmm... ah... slurp..."
He gave Haruhime a deep kiss while stroking her cheek and neck.
Like the process of making Valentine's Day chocolates, I slowly warmed her body and melted her with pleasure.
They kiss, touch each other's bodies, and become one.
That alone would allow humans to reach the ultimate paradise while maintaining their humanity.
"Your cheeks... they're so smooth and soft, and yet firm—I could never get tired of stroking them... this is amazing."
"Hah..."
Once their faces separate, a silver bridge connects their lips.
And right next to Haruhime's lips, both of my palms were stroking.
It has a different, yet equally exquisite, texture compared to Ichihime's cheeks.
A softness different from that of breasts.
"Oh, sir..."
"Osamu..."
Responding to her passionate, expectant call, I lowered my hand from her cheek and reached for her beautiful waist, pulling her into an embrace.
Then Princess Chihime gently closed her eyes, and we kissed softly again.
This time it's not deep, but rather soft, and there's no tongue involved.
It seems that Haruhime secretly longs for that kind of gentle, relaxed relationship—the kind of relationship you might see in a modern, Showa-era shojo manga.
"...Today I feel like I want to give you lots of hugs."
He sat cross-legged and had her sit between his legs.
With a look of complete peace and security on her face, she leaned her back against my chest, and as I held her body close, I admired the alluring curves of her neck and nape.
When I impulsively planted a light kiss there, Princess Chihime squirmed in embarrassment, yet still let out a sensual sigh.
"Ah..."
Then, while repeatedly giving her light bird kisses on the nape of her neck, I slipped my right hand inside her kimono.
I slowly massaged her soft, bouncy breasts, tracing the curves of her body through her kimono.
Then, every time my right palm rubbed against her nipple, or my left palm stroked her waist, Princess Chihime's slender body would twitch.
"Your lord... mmm..."
"what up...?"
"Ah... uh... that's naughty..."
However, contrary to such criticism, his tone of voice was completely melted and sultry, as if he had been intoxicated by passion.
I placed both hands on the now completely loosened seams of her kimono and pulled them open.
"So what? Is it too late now? What have you seen of me?"
"Ugh... You're so mean... You're being really mean... Ah, no... not there..."
As I wrapped my whole body around her to prevent her from escaping, I ran both my hands across her chest and gently nibbled on her beautifully shaped earlobes.
Then, perhaps surprised, Haruhime's body stiffened for a moment—and then she placed her hands on mine as if clinging to me.
When I squeezed her breasts tighter, she also tightened her grip on my hands.
"Ah... ah... hyah..."
Each time I licked her neck and sucked on the nape of her neck, Chihime's body grew warmer and warmer, and I could tell from the salty taste on my tongue that a damp sweat was forming.
"You're so disgusting..."
"No, no way... ahh..."
"No, that's an undeniable fact."
I fill my mouth with plenty of saliva and whisper in her ear.
"In front of me, you should be a woman who moans and sobs to her heart's content. Think only of me, and use your thoughts and words solely for that purpose. I have no intention of letting you go, you beautiful bird—from this cage."
Indeed, if he were to hold her tightly, bite her right ear with his entire mouth, and send a large amount of saliva into Haruhime's beautiful ear canal, sucking it up—that alone would cause her delicate body to tremble violently.
In a sense, the ear canal is an important opening that is closest to the brain's central nervous system.
My lustful desires were being directly thrust into her—there was no way she, who loved me and I alike, could endure it.
I held her body down with my whole body as she convulsed, and then grabbed her completely melted member and sent the saliva I'd just released into my mouth.頤chin
Then she swallowed my saliva, her hips trembling violently, and her body convulsing with ecstasy.