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It felt like about an hour had passed since Myo, the young leader—no, the child leader—of the Takamine clan had come to the mansion.
Myo is in the room, but neither Ichihime nor Haruhime show any signs of disgust.
Rather, he was staring at the blue-haired, cat-eared girl with an expression that seemed to say, "I wonder if something's wrong?"
Ichihime and the others already know Myo and the other members of the Takamine Party very well.
It's only natural, considering that when the Takamine clan moved to northern Omi, it was Ichihime and Haruhime who offered them porridge.
In any case, the fact that the wives did not harbor any kind of aversion towards Myo—or at least did not show it—was somewhat reassuring.
But Myo seems very restless.
Although his body was upright and he was sitting properly in the corner of the room, his ears were twitching restlessly, making it obvious that he was nervous.
(Hmm, he's really acting like a "borrowed cat"...)
Now begins a time for family togetherness.
In reality, Myo, who is not family, should not be here.
However, I had a reason why Myo couldn't leave the scene.
The reason was that just as the girl was about to tell me something, I immediately said, "Please wait in the room for a while."
"Lord Nagamasa...the porridge is ready now..."
"ah"
When I nodded, Ichihime smiled softly at my reaction.
"Four bowls, is that correct?"
"...Yeah, I guess so."
It seems she understood my feelings.
And, as if she had already prepared it, Princess Chihime quickly brought out a new bowl and chopsticks.
"Myo, come here."
I called out to the corner of the room where Myo was.
The girl then flinched and trembled, showing signs of confusion.
But that's probably a natural reaction.
Given her background as a zashiki-warashi (a type of house spirit) and the fact that she is a ninja, there is a vast difference in our social statuses.
"...Phew"
I let out a sigh and slowly got up.
Then I sat down in front of the girl who was huddled in the corner of the room and gently stroked her small head.
Immediately, two anxious eyes turned towards me.
(It kind of looks like a stray cat...)
By the time I realized that, both my hands were already outstretched.
My fingertips felt soft and fluffy. I realized that, unconsciously, I had been massaging the girl's beautiful animal ears.
"Ah...ah..."
With her ear caught in my fingertips, Myo twitches as she looks up at me with teary eyes.
As I watched, I gently pinched her ear with my thumb and index finger and moved them back and forth along the cartilage.
Then the girl's small body twitched, and eventually all the strength drained from her body, leaving her limp and limp.
A cat-eared zashiki-warashi (house spirit) will relax if you massage its ears.
That was something I had experienced firsthand when I dealt with Myo.
In fact, the girl in front of me blushes every time I massage her ears, looks at me with a dazed, feverish expression, and fidgets nervously.
The words "great success" come to mind.
"...Ah"
Then, seizing an opportunity, he picked her up and forcibly dragged her to the hearth where Ichihime and Haruhime were waiting.
As he sat cross-legged, still holding her small body in his arms, she could no longer escape and had no choice but to remain before Ichihime and Haruhime.
"...Um...I'm sorry..."
It was probably a reflex that was ingrained in their bodies.
The girl was about to immediately offer an apology in front of my wives, but it was none other than Ichihime who stopped her with a question.
"How much do you eat, Myo-sama?"
"...Ah, huh...?"
Ichihime smiled gently at the girl, who blinked her eyes in surprise, like a goddess.
"Normally, I should have prepared this myself, but... today it's rice porridge made by Lord Nagamasa. And since Lord Nagamasa is offering to treat Myo-sama, please don't hesitate."饗today
"Uh... uh... well..."
"But your wife says so too, doesn't she?"
Chihime smiled gently at Kaeru.狼狽I was flustered.
Then the girl hesitantly turned her gaze to Ichihime and opened her mouth.
"Just a little bit..."
"...That's quite a lot, got it."
"Uh... um... that's not it..."
Ichihime puts a ladle into the pot, pours a generous amount of rice porridge into a bowl, and offers it to Myo.
"It's hot, so please be careful."
"...ah"
Upon receiving it, Myo looked at the bowl in a daze.
As he gazed at the steaming hot rice porridge, hot liquid began to drip from his eyes.
As she placed the chopsticks in Myo's trembling hands, Haruhime smiled wryly and stroked Myo's head, saying, "There, there."
"Well then, let's eat."
After Ichihime finished serving the rice porridge to everyone, she said that, and Haruhime and I put our hands together and said "Itadakimasu" (thank you for the meal).
With her face still downcast, Myo clasped her hands together in my lap and silently began to eat the rice porridge.
But after taking the first sip, she was finally overcome with emotion—she put the bowl down on the floor, covered her eyes, and began to cry in earnest.
"Oh... there there."
Since she was crying, I couldn't continue eating either.
He puts the bowl down and gently strokes her head, rocking her slightly with his hips as if comforting a baby.
Even so, today is a day when people of all ages and genders are crying.
However, she's not crying for any reason, so let's just leave it at that.
Crying itself is not a bad thing at all—in fact, it is an expression of emotion that we should never forget as human beings.
In the era I used to live in, crying was often seen as a nuisance, but what value could there be in a society that has lost the ability to cry?
It's okay to cry when you want to cry; that's what it means to live like a human being.
There is nothing more terrifying than a society where the places where people shed tears are fixed and restricted.
"Look, it's okay to cry, but... you should eat quickly. Otherwise, this delicious rice porridge will get cold. Food doesn't taste good when it's cold. It's always best to do things while they're hot."
"Gushu... yy..."
Ichihime and Haruhime watched with smiles as Myo began to eat the rice porridge while I petted her.
In particular, Princess Osamu's eyes are kind.
She quickly finished the rice porridge in her bowl, bowed to Ichihime, and then stood up—sitting down beside me and gently stroking Myo's head again.
"Look, there are refills available..."
When Myo's bowl was empty, Haruhime took over from Ichihime and poured rice porridge into it.
Then, looking into the girl's eyes, she smiled and said, "You won't grow big if you don't eat a lot," just like a mother would say to her child.
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It was a dinner that warmed both my heart and my body, but needless to say, what followed was incredibly difficult.
The shocking truth revealed by Myo was that Asakura was gathering troops. This was a problem that the Asai side could not ignore.
The information received from Myo was immediately relayed to Naotsune, and within what felt like 20 minutes, messengers had departed from Sugawa Castle, braving the darkness, heading towards the various strongholds of the Asai family.
Then Myo also bowed respectfully to Ichihime and Haruhime, and after telling them that she would have Takamine clan ninjas guard my vicinity, she disappeared into the darkness before I knew it.
They probably went back to Hibariyama, but even so, when and how did they get into Sugawa Castle, and then get out?
Incidentally, it seems the gatekeepers of Sugawa Castle were completely unaware that Myo had entered the castle.
"...Phew"
I sighed for what felt like the umpteenth time tonight, and Princess Chihime smiled wryly and offered me some green tea.
It must be around the hour of the rat (11 PM) now.
Time flies by quickly when I'm busy with tasks like consulting with the direct management and writing down instructions for each branch office.
And so, with things finally settled down, we returned to the detached building that now serves as Princess Osamu's residence.
"Now, sir, please go to bed now. You'll be very busy starting tomorrow..."
She was clearly intent on getting me to sleep.
褥ShitoneShe pulled down her pajamas, put them on neatly and without any gaps, and stared intently at me.
Usually, she would loosen her neckline to subtly entice me, but today seemed different.
"Don't overexert yourself tonight and risk suffering tomorrow. So..."
Indeed, things will likely become hectic from tomorrow as we prepare to establish a defensive line against the Asakura family.
Therefore, I must go to bed early... It is indeed a rational and perfect line of reasoning.
I decided to obediently follow his advice.
"Yes... Haruhime is right. I think I'll go to bed early tonight."
"Yes—huh?"
She was making those noises as I pushed her down onto the bed.
As she looked up at me, staring blankly at me after I had taken off my kimono and was now naked, she finally seemed to understand my intentions.
She rolls onto her side, hugging her body tightly, and begins to adopt a posture of rejection, gripping her nightgown tightly.
"N-no, that won't do...! I told you, you'll be very busy starting tomorrow, so we mustn't let anything happen that could harm your health...!"
"Oh, yeah, that's right."
I gave a flippant reply as I went around to Haruhime's back and wrapped my arms tightly around her slender stomach.
And while he was at it, he pressed his heated Big Sun against her back.
Let's just call it a courtship pose. It's a full-on display of excitement, a way of showing how excited he is.
I wonder if my son's passion was transmitted to him.
Haruhime's body tensed up, her face turned bright red as if on fire, and she curled up tightly as if trying to protect her resolve.
But her adorable gestures delighted my big sun, causing it to grow even bigger and become even harder and stiffer.
He's truly shameless, and it's a real problem for me, his owner.
I'm not exactly an indifferent person, but I can't help but feel like saying, "Oh dear."
"Hey, Osamu..."
"W-what is it...?"
He pressed himself tightly against her back, gently stroking her lower abdomen through her nightgown, while with his other hand he stroked her neck and asked a question.
"Things are going to get busy starting tomorrow, aren't they...?"
"Y-yes...! So, therefore... hah..."
Hearing my hot breath in her ear, Haruhime let out a cute little cry.
Her bottom wiggles hesitantly, and I can't help but feel like it's rubbing against Big Sun.
It seems she doesn't mind me pursuing her either.
"And when things get busy...it becomes difficult to find time to spend together like this and just be 'close friends'..."
"Ah, ah..."
While continuing to stroke her stomach, I gently kissed the back of her ear.
Perhaps surprised by the heat emanating from my lips, Haruhime's body trembled—she turned her head and looked at me.
Her face was bright red, and her eyes were glistening with tears as she came towards me.
"So...right?"
"No... no... that wouldn't be good for you... so..."
With the technique honed over countless battles, he moves his hips, pressing Big Sun firmly against Princess Chihime's buttocks and back, rubbing it upwards.
"That's why I said I'd go to bed early, right? It's okay, I'll do it less often than usual. Probably around five times."
"Th-that's not what I meant... haa...!"
I somewhat forcefully kissed the lovely lips of Haruhime, who was still trying to argue.
It's not like I have any personal longing for those kinds of scenes that are common in shojo manga, or that I just wanted to try it once or anything like that. Absolutely not.
Incidentally, the shojo manga from my previous era were quite extreme, so what I'm doing now is actually on the milder side.
"Ah... mmm... hah..."
But I wouldn't suddenly shove my tongue in.
Despite everything, Haruhime has a girlish side, and she loves it when things start gently, then become more intense, she gets teased along the way, and finally she finishes while being held in a hug.
"Your Majesty... ha... ah... ah..."
He gently sucks on her lower lip and tickles her upper lip with his tongue—and repeats this over and over again, without ever getting bored.
The key point here is to tickle the upper lip with your tongue, and apparently, whether or not you can do this subtly can tell whether you're a kissing novice or an expert.
In any case, Haruhime's lovely lips, which had been tightly closed at first, eventually began to open slowly, perhaps unable to withstand my advances any longer.
(Think of a woman as a castle. Trying to attack her forcefully will only result in retaliation. If you're going to attack, do it slowly and steadily from the outer moat...)
Feeling her sweet and passionate breath, I brushed back Haruhime's bangs and gently kissed her forehead.
Her expression softened for a moment—and that's when I finally became certain of victory.
From there, it was a full-scale assault. If the castle gates were open, there was no choice but to let the troops in.
Incidentally, and this goes without saying, women's feelings are fickle. Once a woman's feelings have started to change, it's good etiquette for a man to quickly go along with it.
Keeping the hand that was stroking Haruhime's stomach in the same place, he slipped the arm that had been stroking her neck earlier under her neck.
It felt like I was resting Chihime's head on my forearm, almost as if I were using my arm as a pillow.
But there was no way they would stop there.
With a sharp bend in her elbow joint, her slender body tumbles around.
Her face slumped against my chest, and we pressed together as if we were embracing.
At first, Haruhime was gripping me tightly, trying to break free, but when I gently stroked her head, she finally seemed to give in.
Instead of pressing her slender arms against my chest, she wrapped them around my neck and hugged me tightly.
"Hey, Osamu. Didn't you say you were going to go to bed early?"
Because she had clung to my neck, when I tilted my head, her beautiful ear was right next to my mouth.
If you whisper softly, as low as you can, towards that spot—Princess Osamu's face will melt completely.
"Please, don't say such mean things..."
"That's not mean, is it?"
Whispering, he licked her up.耳朶earlobe
Then, Haruhime's slender waist twitched, and with a pained expression that clearly showed she was feeling sexual pleasure, she weakly protested to me.
"That's mean... Why do you have to act like that at times like this... Mmm."
With a sweet voice that seemed to be an invitation, and interspersed with moans, I gently pressed my index and middle fingers into her mouth and let them sink in.
Of course, inserting dry fingers is absolutely not recommended.
A real man would moisten it with his own saliva beforehand.
"Mmm... slurp... ahh..."
And as for Haruhime—her mouth had been gently stirred and swirled with fingertips, and she was completely ready.
She's actively wrapping her tongue around mine, matching the movements of my fingers.
Even so, having your tongue manipulated seems to be surprisingly pleasurable.
Or perhaps it's because she has a masochistic tendency, or maybe she just loves being dominated—in any case, the only thing that mattered to me was the fact that Haruhime seemed to be enjoying herself.
Sexual activity in general, with the exception of masturbation, involves another person, so it shouldn't be self-centered.
"Puh..."
As I slowly withdrew my finger from Chihime's mouth, I found a thick, silvery arch of fluid clinging to her lips and my finger.
Haruhime watched it with a blank expression, but when I licked my saliva-covered finger, she instantly turned bright red and covered her face with her hands.
The shame of having my bodily fluids seen by my husband, and even licked.
In addition, she probably remembered the shameful behavior she had displayed just moments before, and felt completely helpless.
Basically, Haruhime is a shy person.
(But, well, there are kids like that, aren't there? Kids who thrash around in their futons or something when they remember what they did.)
I gently grasped both of her wrists and carefully removed the covering.
But Haruhime's face was bright red, her eyes were tightly shut, and she wouldn't look at me at all.
It seems he's quite embarrassed.
"Osamu, look... look this way."
"N-no, I don't want to..."
Without listening to my persuasion, Princess Osamu kept her eyes closed.
I pondered for a moment about what to do, but then I looked at the pajamas I had just taken off and a brilliant idea suddenly struck me.
"..."
"Um... um... sir/madam...?"
I suppose she suddenly became uneasy when I moved away from Haruhime and stood up.
She opened her eyes and nervously peered at me.
It seems he thinks he might have angered me.
"It's okay, I'm not angry."
Saying that, I grabbed the sash of the nightgown I had been wearing and went behind Haruhime.
"But it seems like Osamu doesn't want to look at me..."
"N-no, that's not true! Wait, what? Um... u-you!?"
"It's okay, just stay still. Don't worry."
Putting aside Princess Chihime's protest that it was neither okay nor reassuring, I was quite pleased with the quality of my work.
What a surprise! Just moments ago, her eyes were drenched in shame, and then in fear, but now my obi completely covered them, blinding her.
"P-please... take this off... ah, no, no..."
Then, my arm reached out to Haruhime's waist and instantly snatched off her sash.
Her nightgown had come undone, and she frantically tried to hold the fabric down to prevent her skin from being exposed, but—
"Look, hurray!"
—I grabbed both of her arms, and then the sash that had been wrapped around her waist was used to tie her wrists together.
"Oh, you...! Th-this kind of teasing...! P-please stop..."
"...Are you sure? Are you really going to stop?"
I grabbed her, traced my index finger up her lips, and whispered softly in her ear.頤chin
"Imagine... Osamu, you're tied up, unable to see, and completely helpless."
"...!"
Chūhime swallowed hard.
I slowly touched his earlobe, gently massaging it with my fingertips as I continued speaking.
"You can't see anything, you can't resist anything, all you can feel is me. You can only feel my body heat, I make you feel good, I make you soaking wet..."
"Ah...ah...uh..."
As my hand left her earlobe and stroked the protrusion of her collarbone, Chihime let out a sweet moan and crawled her ear towards the direction of my voice.
They looked like people searching for water in the desert.
It feels like, completely deprived of all freedom, she's relying solely on me and desperately clinging to me.
"Hey... Osamu"
"Oh...you, sir..."
When I inserted my tongue into her ear canal, her slender body trembled.
"Isn't that great...? All you have to do is trust me and feel. Don't think about anything, don't think about resisting, just empty your mind—and just desire me like an idiot."
With a gentle bite, Chihime's body twitched and convulsed.耳介Next time
It seems that just a little bit of teasing up to this point had brought her to a mild climax.
Well, apparently some men can reach orgasm just from verbal teasing, so I guess how it feels really does vary from person to person.
Haruhime is undoubtedly one of the more sensitive types.
"Please... kiss me..."
"ah..."
And as I watched my beloved wife, blindfolded and with her arms tied, begging me, my heart raced with excitement at the prospect of our first bondage play session.