Chapter 101
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 101
Chapter Title: A Brief Rest (10)
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Through the crack in the door, Nobuyuki caught sight of familiar faces. For a fleeting moment, she stood there in a daze before her mouth fell open.
"...Gasp!"
Nobuyuki clamped down on the sharp intake of breath that had nearly escaped her lips, swallowed hard, and quickly scanned her surroundings. Fortunately, no one was around to see, and she let out a quiet sigh of relief.
But realization soon dawned on her.
She understood why her sister Nobunaga had vacated the top floor of the Tenshugaku, and why the attendants and samurai had tried so desperately to stop her from ascending just as she was about to.
'...They should have stopped her more firmly!'
It was the kind of thing that would drive those who had tried to block her insane with indignation if they heard it, but in this moment, Nobuyuki meant it sincerely. If they had only given her a hint, she would have turned back understanding the situation. As she backed away without thinking, Nobuyuki pondered.
'R-right now...'
She needed to turn back now. With that thought, she turned her head and took a step to retreat. But at that moment.
—Hah... ahh.
The couple's breaths intertwined. The short, sharp sound, almost like a sigh escaping, tickled the dark recesses of Nobuyuki's imagination.
—Gulp.
It was like the murky sludge hidden beneath a crystal-clear stream rising slowly to the surface from the shock. Overwhelmed by a surging curiosity she couldn't control and a thirst she couldn't define, she instinctively turned her head. What filled her vision was the sight of the two kissing even more passionately than before.
—Hah... haaah.
—Hnnngh...
The sister who was always so confident.
Sometimes arrogant.
Always intimidating.
That image of her was nowhere to be seen.
"Il-yeong... Il-yeeeoong..."
There was only a female in heat, drooling unknown saliva down her chin, desperately craving kisses from a superior male.
"...Your breathing's all ragged. Hn."
And that wasn't all. Il-yeong's appearance was equally unfamiliar. Gone was his usual soft, sly demeanor; instead, he spoke in a low, gravelly baritone. It carried a raw sensuality that had broken free of restraint, laced with decadent murmurs.
He cupped the cheeks of Nobunaga—nominally his lord and the head of the clan—in his broad hands and kissed her. Watching this, Nobuyuki unconsciously ran her tongue over her own lips without realizing it.
—Hah... haaah.
—Gulp.
How long had she stood there staring blankly? Unable to control her wildly pounding heart, she half-instinctively stepped into the adjacent room.
At the same time, her sharp mind whirred into action.
'I-if I witness this scene, it might prove useful someday.'
It was nonsense, even to her own ears.
But at least in this moment, she trusted her own logic. It was something akin to a defense mechanism.
"There's no way I'd want to see this."
She had fabricated her own justification for peeking at the lewd scene before her. Having reached an agreement with herself, she quietly pressed her eye to the narrow gap in the small window of the adjacent room.
In other words, this was about uncovering the enemy's weakness. She repeatedly reaffirmed her excuse to herself as she began to voyeuristically observe their relationship.
—Rustle.
In that brief instant after entering the room, Il-yeong and Nobunaga had ended their kiss and moved on to the next stage. Nobunaga lay on the floor looking up at him, while Il-yeong had draped her leg over his shoulder, gently caressing the smooth, alluring curve of her thigh.
—Stroke.
His touch, like shaping fine porcelain, was inherently erotic and tantalizing even without any further action. And then, toward Nobunaga who gazed up at him with a languid expression, Il-yeong suddenly spoke.
"Usually, legs look awkward at this angle, but yours are beautiful."
His voice was low, as if suppressing his arousal, yet laced with his characteristic playfulness. Hearing this, Nobunaga flushed slightly at the cheeks and replied.
"You've gotten better at flattery."
"Flattery? That's hurtful."
Il-yeong shrugged while continuing to stroke her leg. And just as she opened her mouth to respond again.
—Lick.
"Wh-what?!"
Nobunaga's shoulders jerked at the sudden sticky sensation on her sole. Realizing Il-yeong had licked her foot, she widened her eyes in shock and shouted.
"Wh-why would you do that?!"
"Huh? Why not?"
But Il-yeong just smiled as if wondering what the problem was, while Nobunaga flapped her lips several times before finally squeezing her eyes shut and saying.
"Isn't it... dirty...?"
She had washed and wiped her feet before summoning him, thankfully, but feet were still feet—dirty by nature. To have the man she loved lick such an embarrassing spot left her mortified. Yet Il-yeong responded with utter nonchalance.
"Dirty? Nah."
—Lick.
"Il-yeong!"
And then, as if to prove his point, he licked her sole again. Nobunaga twisted her body to pull her foot away, but she lacked the strength to escape the grasp of the man called a yaksha.
And in that moment.
"Is there any part of my beloved woman's body that's dirty?"
Il-yeong said this to the embarrassed Nobunaga. The moment she paused, feeling a thrill, Il-yeong took her toes into his mouth with a soft slurp.
At this point, even Nobunaga had no choice but to watch. Truthfully, his actions left her utterly flustered too.
But what flustered her even more was the fact that love juices were flowing from her mound the instant he licked her.
'Wh-what is...'
Il-yeong's tongue glided over her pristine white foot. At times, he licked the top; glistening saliva trailed along her instep and sole, wetting her ankle.
Soon, Nobunaga realized it.
This scene was utterly depraved.
—Hnnngh... slurrrp...
Il-yeong's build surpassed that of a sturdy warrior, a physique rare even on this island. His moniker was yaksha—the kind of man soldiers would choose seppuku over facing on the battlefield. Yet here he was, reverently licking her foot. From her perspective, it was endlessly embarrassing and arousing.
As a result, she completely relaxed her legs, placing a hand on her abdomen. Her fingers traced the firm eleven-pack abs down to her pubic bone, then rested atop her most intimate mound.
—Squelch.
The overflowing love juices proved her arousal, and as she slowly pushed her fingers into her twitching pussy, she let out a moan.
"...Hnnngh♡"
But she didn't know.
—Gulp.
That a sneaky little cat was watching their most intimate, vulgar, and lewd spectacle.
'...Th-this is... lovemaking.'
Nobuyuki's face was flushed as red as it could possibly get. She had lost count of how many times she had swallowed, reduced to staring blankly at the raw intimacy before her eyes.
—Hnnngh♡ Haaah♡
Her sister's voice, now laced with coquettish moans, rang out, and Il-yeong's tongue work intensified in response. Instinctively, Nobuyuki sensed it.
...She shouldn't watch any more.
Her brain felt like it was melting from the intoxicating scent of eroticism. Convinced she needed to flee now, she shifted her thighs to take a step. But in that instant.
—Squelch!
The sticky sensation between her thighs and the quiet splash in the silent room froze her in place. She frantically covered her mouth, wondering if they'd noticed, but fortunately, Nobunaga and Il-yeong seemed oblivious to her presence.
However, Nobuyuki had noticed something herself.
'Th-this...'
The identity of the fluid wetting her inner thighs and the droplets falling plip, plop onto the tatami. Though a virgin, she wasn't ignorant enough not to know.
'Love juices.'
Acknowledging it, Nobuyuki collapsed to her knees as if crumbling. The moment she confirmed it, she had to admit she'd felt it. Dazed, she touched the scattered droplets on the tatami with her finger.
The faint liquid brushed her skin but soon evaporated, leaving only a lingering dampness. And in that moment, as if entranced, Nobuyuki slowly parted her legs slightly and slipped her hand between them.
Her gaze remained fixed on the window, and right then.
"...You're such an insatiable bitch."
With Il-yeong's low, growling murmur—his restraint on lust finally failing—Nobuyuki squeezed her eyes shut.
"Ngh... hnngh."
—Schlick... slurp...
And slowly began masturbating.
However, just as Oda Nobunaga was unaware her sister was in the next room, Oda Nobuyuki was oblivious to something herself.
'...'
The leader of Oda Nobunaga's ninja unit, Takigawa Kazumasu, was hiding right above the room where she was succumbing half to lust and poking at her pussy.
'...'
Watching the lewd sisters with trembling pupils, she glanced at Il-yeong and thought. He suited the title "lust demon" more than "yaksha."
But she too was unaware of something.
That her own underwear had grown slightly damp without her noticing.