Chapter 102
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: A Moment's Rest (11)
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Il-yeong had his face buried between Nobunaga's spread legs, deep in her slickest, most viscous valley.
―Slurp.
Like a parched great hound lapping at a trickle of water from a stream, Il-yeong's pink tongue glided over Nobunaga's mound, already slick with her arousal. Nobunaga watched him with a gaze full of endless tenderness and affection, her body twitching all the while.
―Stroke.
Her soft hand ruffled his black hair. Il-yeong savored the gentle touch stroking his head, closing his eyes softly as he focused on pleasuring her.
A long lick horizontally along the seam.
Then, curling his tongue slightly to push aside the hood, he slipped it into her glistening entrance, coated in arousal and saliva.
"......Hng."
Perhaps because the stimulation wasn't too intense yet.
Nobunaga twisted her waist slightly and let out a faint moan in response. Il-yeong, in no hurry, continued to explore her folds with gentle, loving licks.
―Lap. Slurrrp.
Lewd, lascivious sounds filled the space between them. And at some point, as the subtle stimulation reached its peak, Nobunaga couldn't help but exhale a heated breath.
"......Haa."
Sweat trickled down her jawline to her neck, mimicking her disheveled state, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone like a tiny well. And in that moment.
―Smooch.
"Nh?!"
Il-yeong parted his lips and took her precious, obscenely enticing pussy into his mouth all at once—pink outer lips framing a crimson slit.
"Hnggh......"
Who could know?
That Oda Nobunaga of all people could let out such heated breaths, or wear such a blissful smile.
Il-yeong lightly flicked his tongue against her swelling clit, and her sudden twitch brushed against both his cheeks.
'So cute.'
How could she be this adorable?
At first, it had been half admiration.
No, more like she was a guarantee he had to seize to survive. But not anymore.
"―Hng, hngghh!"
He lapped at her ripened nub, rolled it, and occasionally nipped it ever so lightly. Nobunaga, who had started out somewhat composed, began trembling, her hand stroking his head growing rougher.
"Ahhgh......!"
She bit her lip hard, fighting back the moans threatening to devour her. Il-yeong stood at the opposite end, assaulting her defenses.
And finally.
―Lick.
The moment Il-yeong's tongue softly lapped at her clit amid her writhing hips, Nobunaga could no longer hold back.
"―H-hnggh♡"
She pulled Il-yeong, face buried in her crotch, tight against her lower body. Her arched back displayed the intensity of her pleasure.
Was this what they meant by clothes getting soaked in a drizzle?
"Haa, haaa......"
Nobunaga, unaware why the tolerable stimulation had suddenly intensified, hid her flushed face and nibbled her lip.
―Slurp.
Seeing this, Il-yeong wiped the mix of her arousal and his saliva from his lips with his sleeve and grinned.
Their eyes met.
Without missing a beat, Il-yeong tugged off his outer robe and tossed it into a corner of the room. Naturally, the scars covering his body caught Nobunaga's eye. She silently examined them before speaking.
"The body of a warrior."
She said only that, pulling him into her embrace and tracing the scars slowly. Some she knew, others she didn't.
Scars of varying depth, width, and weapon.
If they were on anyone else, she'd pity them. But on Il-yeong, they irritated her.
So, forgetting her own flushed face, she looked up at him gazing down with utmost affection and declared,
"You're mine."
"Yeah?"
"So, don't get hurt."
At Nobunaga's sudden words, Il-yeong let out an involuntary chuckle. Normally, it might sound like a petulant whine, but now, with their marriage promised, it was reality.
So, he teased back playfully.
"And if I do get hurt?"
"......Huh?"
"If I get injured, I mean. Since you own this body, Nobunaga-sama."
He switched from their casual intimacy to formal speech, as if addressing his lord. Nobunaga nibbled her lip, pondering, then answered.
"I'll make you commit seppuku."
"Hahaha!"
This time, he couldn't hold back his laughter.
Wasn't that basically 'If you die, you die to me'? Ultimately, it meant don't get hurt, of course.
Il-yeong caressed the cheek of his lord and beloved woman, now perched on his knee in his arms, somewhat calmed.
Her face was hot.
So, he buried his face slowly in her shoulder and whispered,
"I'll keep that in mind. My wife."
"......!"
My wife.
Could any words be lewder to Nobunaga right now? Forgetting how close she'd been to climax moments ago, she exhaled heatedly. That breath hit Il-yeong's neck, becoming an unintentional temptation.
"......Then, shall we get to the real thing?"
Il-yeong whispered as he lifted his face from her shoulder. Their eyes locked, and he covered her lips with his.
―Mmmph.
Breaths mingled as lips met. He lifted Nobunaga from his lap, guiding her backward slowly to keep her steady. Reaching the wall, they leaned against it, lost in a frenzied kiss.
―Squeeze!
"Ha, hnggh!"
Saliva on saliva.
Breath on breath.
Tongue on tongue.
Devouring each other madly, Il-yeong gripped her breast hard. Through his splayed fingers, her scarlet nipple protruded, and he broke the kiss to swallow it whole.
―Suck!
The hardened nipple rolled in his mouth, sending jolts of pleasure. Embracing his head buried in her chest again, Nobunaga let out coquettish moans, her eyes melting under his skilled touch.
"......Hng, hnggh!"
Her full, perky breasts were impressively large. Bound daily with compression bandages, they held a perfect shape without sag.
Il-yeong pleasured them with utter satisfaction.
Breathing into her cleavage.
Licking sweat-slicked skin.
Finally, sweeping his tongue over the sweat at her collarbone before planting a light kiss on her neck.
But then.
Nobunaga, who had been looking down at him with uneasy eyes for a while, hesitated as if wondering whether to speak.
"Um......"
"Yeah?"
At her abrupt start, Il-yeong nodded encouragingly. Reassured, she parted her red lips slowly.
"H-how was it with Mori?"
"Ah......"
Only then did Il-yeong recall yielding his first night with her to Mori Yoshinari. He looked up at Nobunaga, who held him to her chest with anxious eyes.
Of course. It was natural she'd feel insecure.
So, Il-yeong answered with pure sincerity, no empty flattery or evasion.
"The best woman for me is the one in my arms right now."
"......!"
Her golden eyes widened. He pulled his mouth from her breast.
Nobunaga gazed at him with half-lidded eyes and said,
"......So that means if you hold another woman later, she'll be the best then."
An accurate interpretation.
But Il-yeong stroked her firm abdomen softly and whispered to her sulky expression,
"I'll be fucking you the most anyway. So what."
With that, he pressed her harder against the wall. For some reason, the slightly open window shut, and they shared a knowing smirk.
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And at that moment.
'―Mmph!'
Oda Nobuyuki, nearly letting out a moan-mingled scream as they pushed against the wall, remained frozen in her climax-height masturbation pose.
"......P-please be quiet, my lady."
A ninja dropped from the ceiling, rarely flustered.
With Takigawa Kazumasu's hand over her mouth, she stiffened.
Nobuyuki's blue eyes shook.
At the same time, Takigawa Kazumasu averted his gaze from where her hand was, thinking,
'......Maybe I should've let her get caught.'