Chapter 148
Translator: penny
Chapter: 148
Chapter Title: Tidying the Household (3)
“……Hah! Uh, ugh!”
A delirious moan slipped through her lips.
Now accustomed to it, yet precisely because of that familiarity, her nasal whine stoked his lust even higher. He thrust his hips deeper in response.
—Splurt.
The slick mix of their saliva and fluids splattered onto the tatami mats with each colliding thrust, while the vein-ridged length of Il-yeong’s shaft plunged fiercely into her plump rear, withdrawing only to repeat the motion.
“Ha, hahng!”
Like a fish impaled on a harpoon.
The man and woman, drowned in ecstasy, twisted together, their bodies tracing wild, erratic paths.
That pink mound of hers, untouched by any man save him, still offered a subtle resistance as it enveloped his manhood.
Not revulsion.
Simply the primal fear—and thrill—of taking in such a superior male.
Her hips bounced roughly once against the tatami floor, her shapely thighs quivering in rhythm with his movements.
“Ha, hngg, ugh……!”
“Haa, haa……!”
Nobunaga’s moans tangled messily with Il-yeong’s, but they pressed on, exhaling hot breaths against each other’s cheeks and napes, endlessly craving, desiring, devouring.
Saliva and breaths mingled.
The heat built from their fevered gasps and clashing flesh, until faint wisps of steamy vapor began rising and fading around them.
“Hng, hngh, Il, Il-yeong, Il-yeoong—.”
“……Haa, yes. My lord. Ngh.”
Evidence of his multiple releases already soaked the tatami, their toes curling and uncurling repeatedly. Despite the countless love bites marking her nape and chest, neither cared.
The topmost floor of the Tenshukaku.
Atop this era’s skyscraper, a symbol of her authority.
—Fwoosh.
The flickering lantern light and moonlight from the window cast trembling shadows that danced with their motions, twisting and merging in a frenzied tangle.
Missionary or doggy felt too mundane.
Nobunaga’s foot pressed against Il-yeong’s chest as he roughly lifted her, pinning her back to the wall and driving upward from below.
“Ah, aaah—.”
A lewd moan, born of this new pleasure, burst from her parted lips. How could the sensation of his cock stirring her depths from a different angle feel so utterly distinct?
She couldn’t know, couldn’t comprehend.
“Oo, huu…….”
All she could do was one thing.
Muffle her moans as best she could and cling desperately to Il-yeong’s scarred, chiseled body.
Rough yet tender—contradictory—hands gathered her breasts. With a wet slurp, his face buried into her cleavage.
—Suck, exhale.
The firm resistance of her small nipple between his teeth, the faint milky scent of her breasts, the intimate musk of her skin flowing between them—it all assaulted his senses, heightening the erotic heat. In sync, she dug her nails into his back, one leg precariously bracing against the floor.
“Nghh.”
How long did they mate like that, backs to the wall?
At the low strain in her voice, Il-yeong realized she was tiring. He smoothly lowered her back to the tatami, seizing the brief respite to gaze intently at her face beneath him.
Had it been that long since she last cut her hair?
When they first met, it had been a ragged bob, but now it was a neatly trimmed long bob.
“Haa, haa—.”
His hand gently traced her hair, brushing her earlobe, then trailed to her lips, which panted with exhausted arousal.
“Hahp.”
Il-yeong’s thumb slipped softly into her mouth, grazing her teeth. Not perfectly even, but far from the protruding canines of modern Japan.
Just like mine.
The thought crossed his mind unbidden as, with half-lidded eyes, he lightly tapped her cheek, watching her tongue flick at his thumb.
“So, how many times do I have to tell you it wasn’t like that?”
“……Huu. You’re a bastard. A total bastard.”
There was no particular reason things had escalated this way. Nobunaga had slept soundly until the paperwork was done, waking only after they left. She’d gazed out the window to shake off her drowsiness when she spotted Niwa Nagahide’s hand on Il-yeong’s chin.
It might not have been worth misunderstanding.
But for her, it was impossible not to react sensitively.
“……That Shibata wench and Akechi wench already have me on edge. Now Niwa too. Damn beasts. Damn beasts……”
She had no retort for Mori Yoshinari, but that didn’t make the unease vanish. Aware or not, sleazy women surrounded Il-yeong, ready to throw themselves at him anytime.
Of course, that was just her perspective.
“That anxious, are you?”
“……”
Il-yeong caressed her cheek softly as he asked, but Nobunaga averted her gaze slightly, silently affirming it.
Thus, Il-yeong realized something deep down.
Her anxiety extended beyond Owari—to Kyoto itself.
What the hell for?
By now, he couldn’t help but wonder. Naturally, he hadn’t visited Kyoto since arriving in this world.
Yet he wasn’t a fool. Everyone he met warned him about his trip to Kyoto—especially regarding women—and that piqued his curiosity.
……Though his past actions had nothing to do with the reason, of course.
“Hm.”
Whatever the case, Il-yeong pondered her slightly pouty face. How could he soothe her sulkiness……?
That was when it happened.
“A, ahem. Owari’s stabilizing bit by bit, so we’ll need to focus on domestic affairs for a while.”
Her golden eyes still dodged his, but the glances flicking toward his face carried a mix of heat and anticipation.
“……Soon, the lustful Tokugawa side will show their goodwill first, so Owari won’t have to worry about Imagawa for a bit. And with Mino’s chaos unresolved, that madwoman Saito will stay quiet too.”
Long-winded for her.
But it encapsulated Owari’s current situation perfectly, so Il-yeong nodded, listening intently.
He was curious, deep down.
What thoughts and resolve drove this woman—the eye of the storm in Owari—to navigate these turbulent times?
—Gulp.
Il-yeong swallowed.
These words he was about to hear might echo through history as hers.
“S-So.”
Her red lips parted.
At the same moment, a faint blush colored her cheeks as she boldly met his eyes and spoke.
“I-It’s the perfect time to get pregnant, don’t you think? Il-yeong.”
“Pardon?”
Il-yeong stared blankly at the woman beneath him for a moment before realizing what she’d said, bursting into an involuntary guffaw.
He’d found it odd that she’d discuss politics in this mood, but he never expected it to lead to “let’s have a baby.”
But……
She wasn’t wrong.
The moment they invaded Mino, other daimyo would realize the Oda were challenging the status quo.
Besides, Il-yeong wasn’t opposed to having a child.
Yoshinari too, honestly.
In the modern world, pregnancy was something to avoid without planning, but here, since settling down, he kept hearing about it.
Era difference, I guess.
He’d heard infants died frequently right after birth. Perhaps their desperate clinging stemmed from that fear.
—Swish.
Thus, Il-yeong gently brushed her black hair, sweeping away the stray locks clinging to her cheek, and smiled.
“You ready for it?”
His formal speech shortened abruptly. The instant his demeanor shifted, Nobunaga swallowed and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck.
Instinct told her.
Resistance was pointless now.
“Ha, haaah!”
……Not that she’d resisted to begin with, of course.