Chapter 103
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 103
Chapter Title: A Moment's Rest (12)
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―Srrk.
Baek Il-yeong's large, firm hand traced over Nobunaga's defined abs. Then, as if tenderly caressing her parted mound, he whispered.
"Does it bother you that I have so many scars?"
"...Hng. It's not that I hate them... it just hurts my heart."
Nobunaga let out a moan even as she gently stroked his cheek. She dreamed her dreams but never turned a blind eye to reality. In these chaotic times, scars were as inevitable as breathing for anyone surviving them. She simply chose not to revel in them.
"What woman... hng... wouldn't ache when the man she loves... haa... comes back... hurt...?"
With those words, Nobunaga glared at him through half-lidded eyes. She wanted to smack him for all the worry he'd caused, but knowing part of it stemmed from her own actions made it frustratingly impossible.
Instead, she let out a cute little "Huu..." and leaned into Il-yeong's embrace, surrendering her body to his caresses.
But Il-yeong's expression darkened.
Or more precisely, it was complicated.
'I do have a lot of scars.'
It had already been a year since he'd fallen into this world.
Many things had changed.
Sometimes he missed his parents, and every day chipped away at his sanity in a way that terrified him. But one thing was certain: the people who loved him.
'Yoshinari mentioned the scars too.'
Nobunaga before him now, and Yoshinari probably stroking her belly at this very moment—they were both precious to him.
So seeing them in pain wasn't a sight he relished.
'Gotta figure something out soon.'
A way to hide the scars.
He had an idea.
That was when it happened.
"Il-yeong?"
Nobunaga called his name, noticing he'd paused his caresses and lost himself in thought. Snapping back, he gave an awkward smile and moved to resume their intimacy. But in that instant—
"You're being cheeky."
Nobunaga looked up at him with a slightly pouty expression.
"You've barely focused on us since earlier, just chattering away instead."
Only then did Il-yeong realize he'd been talking too much, and he gave a wry smile. It was understandable she'd feel slighted. So as he opened his mouth to apologize—
"This is my fault. As a woman, I must lack appeal."
―Lick.
Nobunaga ran her tongue softly over her lips, then began undoing the clothes covering her body one by one.
...Srrk.
Silk slid across her skin and pooled messily on the tatami. Moonlight streaming through the window was enough to make her glow like a masterpiece, and soon Nobunaga stood naked before Il-yeong.
"...So you need to be punished."
She took his hand gently in hers. Guiding it, she slowly untied his pants' sash and whispered.
"I've been thinking."
―Drip.
Her love juices trailed down her inner thigh onto the tatami, and as his pants fell, revealing his aggressively erect cock, she lightly stroked it before sliding down the wall behind her like melting silk.
Then, spreading her legs in an M-shape toward the dazed Il-yeong, she murmured with her face flushed crimson.
"If you... shove something big and hard inside here... and stir it up... wouldn't that be a kind of seppuku too?"
Golden eyes trembling with shame.
A neck and face flushed beyond red.
In stark contrast, her deep valley glistened wetter than ever.
"...Haa."
Il-yeong let out a low sigh, shrugging off the cloth from his shoulders with a smirk.
"...You're gonna drive me insane, you know that?"
Il-yeong made up his mind.
For tomorrow morning's breakfast: eel.
*
Seppuku.
What is seppuku?
A suicide method used by the samurai warrior class since the 10th century. Typically, one deeply cuts their abdomen with a short sword, after which an assistant (kaishakunin) standing behind severs the samurai's head.
It was a noble way to preserve honor, a class ritual befitting a warrior.
...So.
"Haaang! Ugrrrgh!"
Wasn't his current romp with Nobunaga a form of seppuku too? Or some nonsense like that.
Il-yeong thrust his hips harder at the sight of Nobunaga wildly bucking in his arms.
―Splurt! Slurp!
Her sopping pussy eagerly devoured his massive shaft, and with every plunge, Nobunaga arched her back, her body shuddering violently.
"Haa—!"
Her bursting moans were laced with pleasure, not pain, but she pulled his neck close and whispered.
"...Aang, the assistant... must... sever the head... ♡"
"Hng, haa...?"
What was she asking for?
Il-yeong pondered her expectant gaze, then gently gripped her slender neck and buried his face in her nape.
Pausing his frenzied pounding into her gripping pussy, he licked the sweat-lined curve of her jaw and whispered.
"A true samurai doesn't moan even at the moment of death. So if you moan again, I'll bite your neck."
"...Huh?"
"Might be embarrassing if the retainers see the marks."
"W-Wait. That's... "
Had sanity finally returned to her?
Nobunaga tried to stop him, insisting no marks, but it wasn't an excuse that'd fly with Il-yeong. After all, who'd started this?
"Just a moment, Il-yeong. Calm down first... Hnggrrgh!"
Il-yeong snapped his hips forward, his fully engorged cock spearing straight through her depths. Her slick walls accepted him effortlessly, but the stimulation was enough to rip a moan from her.
The dark, throbbing meat rod ravaged her soft, scorching depths. Raised veins and ridges scraped together, sparking pleasure, while her tight flesh clung and released as if begging him to unload right then.
"Haa, hnggrr... "
Nobunaga was losing her mind.
Honestly, she'd tossed it out half-jokingly out of petty spite, but this mad husband of hers took it with dead-serious lechery.
And in that moment—
"Ha."
Il-yeong chuckled lightly, whispering right into her buried nape.
"First one."
―Ang.
"H-Hnggrrgh!"
His lips latched onto her pale—but now flushed crimson—nape, sucking deeply. A hickey would form any second now.
Nobunaga bit her lip hard to stifle it this time, clinging to his body as tremors of impending pleasure wracked her.
"...Let's see."
Finally leaving a mark deep on her nape, Il-yeong nipped her earlobe as she gazed at him anxiously, whispering.
"Whether my future Shogun lord's pussy is as pathetic as she claims."
"...Haaaangh."
His debauched dirty talk drew yet another moan from Nobunaga.
And the price was—
"A-Aaah!"
A heavy thrust like being impaled on a spike churned her insides. She felt every inch of his flushed cock fully, nails digging into his back.
It was her last defense against the pleasure, but Il-yeong wouldn't let such insolence slide.
―Slurp! Squish!
The lewd symphony of pussy and cock meshing was utterly vulgar, her pleasure-drenched moans the epitome of wantonness.
"Ung, hng!"
Il-yeong's eyes rolled back as he hammered her pussy hole with all he had. More hickeys bloomed on her nape, but by now Nobunaga couldn't hold back either.
"Haangaa! Hnggrrgh! Kyaaang!"
The sensation of her inner walls being scraped and stabbed should hurt, yet her overflowing juices soaked the tatami, mingling with his leaking precum to drench their groins.
"Deeper, pound it deeper... Il-Il-yeong's cum, inside my... my pussy... Superior Joseon cock... Give me your Joseon seed...!"
"Hng, hnggrr! No-Nobunaga!"
And at last, as Il-yeong and Nobunaga clutched each other in near-primal rutting—
"Kyahaang!"
Nobunaga's back bowed like a drawn bow, and Il-yeong gauged the building pain in his gut and the surging load, chuckling unwittingly.
'...Seppuku aside.'
They'd probably need to make a baby soon.
"Haa... Haa..."
Nobunaga collapsed backward, panting raggedly. Il-yeong's cum sloshed in her bulging belly, and she closed her eyes in exhaustion.
But in that moment—
"Nobunaga?"
Il-yeong smirked and called her name. The instant she opened her eyes, her voice trembled as she murmured his.
"S-Spare me, Il-yeong."
"Sorry."
The night was still young.
And Il-yeong wasn't satisfied yet.