Chapter 30
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: No Different from Outdoors (1)
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“N-No... hug me...”
Il-yeong hadn't expected it when he entered the tent, but the plea from Yoshinari felt so genuine that he simply gazed at her for a moment before approaching and wrapping her gently in his arms without asking any questions.
“...I'm not crying. I'm just pissed off.”
Just like that, Yoshinari buried her face in Il-yeong's chest and muttered, and he stroked her back softly while murmuring in a low voice.
“Yeah. I know.”
They were both speaking informally, as if by some unspoken agreement, but it didn't feel off-putting. If anything, it made them feel like they held each other in genuine regard.
Yoshinari wiped away the slight tears in her eyes and, still pressing her face into Il-yeong's chest, said,
“...Pissed off. So pissed off.”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“...Why are you sorry?”
“Just... sorry.”
The exchange was utterly pointless. But as the words flowed back and forth, Yoshinari felt her frustration easing bit by bit, and she closed her eyes, inhaling Il-yeong's scent.
Sniff, haaah.
What was it? It was just so... intensely masculine.
Meanwhile, Il-yeong lightly stroked the back of the whining Yoshinari as he looked down at her. One might expect him to be flustered by her sudden vulnerability, but worry came first.
And for good reason—Yoshinari was a special person to him too.
If Nobunaga was the woman he wanted watching over him by his side, Yoshinari was someone he wanted to keep close. That's why he hated seeing her suffer.
He might not know the full story, but from what he'd vaguely heard at that previous drinking session, he could at least empathize with the powerlessness she must be feeling right now.
How much time passed like that?
Even the meaningless small talk had dried up, and sensing her voice soften, Il-yeong quietly asked,
“Feeling a bit better now?”
There was no immediate reply. But soon, Yoshinari nodded and answered.
“...Yeah.”
Seeing that, Il-yeong couldn't help but smile faintly. He'd always thought so, but she was clumsy in so many ways.
On the battlefield, she rampaged as fiercely as Shibata Katsuie, she acted like she could down a whole jar of sake, yet her tolerance was trash. And her heart was surprisingly soft too.
Maybe that's why she brought him such a sense of ease. With her shoulders now calm, Il-yeong gently pushed her back, met her eyes, and said,
“Then get some rest. I'll head out.”
She must be embarrassed to have shown him this side of her, so it was best to give her space. With that thought, Il-yeong grunted softly as he rose to leave.
“...W-Wait.”
“Hm?”
—If only Yoshinari's voice from behind hadn't stopped him in his tracks. Il-yeong turned to look at her.
Did she have something else to say?
Or maybe she wanted to vent more about her troubles.
As those thoughts crossed his mind, he asked again, but Yoshinari couldn't reply right away. She lowered her head, lips twitching a few times. Then, before Il-yeong could press her, she whispered very softly.
“—Don't go.”
“Hm? What?”
“D-Don't... go...”
Don't go. It didn't take long to grasp what she meant. Before he could even ask why, Yoshinari started rambling incoherently.
“I-It’s just... being alone is scary, and... the battle won't happen until tomorrow anyway, so...”
Il-yeong wasn't some clueless virgin; he couldn't miss the implication of her flushed face begging him not to leave her alone. But what put him in a bind wasn't that—it was the tent itself.
'...Here?'
Unlike the sturdy tents one might imagine, the ones from Japan's Warring States era were little more than flimsy screens. They hid your silhouette at best, but sounds? No chance.
In other words, it was practically outdoor sex.
So Il-yeong stared at her in bewilderment, but Yoshinari was just as flustered.
'Am I insane?!'
She had to be. No, Ando Mori Narinaga must have cursed her with some lewd spirit on Saito Dosan's orders. How else could she say something like this stone-cold sober?
'No way that's possible...!'
But soon enough, Yoshinari gave up denying reality. She knew better than anyone how little sense it made.
Truth be told, she knew the root cause.
After her mind-blowing first time with Il-yeong, she'd been so pent up that she masturbated every time she bathed lately.
And now, with nothing but a thin cloth wall between her and the chance to be alone with him, her true desires had slipped out unbidden.
But in that moment.
Il-yeong strode right up to her and stood before her.
“S-So, what I mean is...”
Just as Yoshinari tried to backpedal, thinking she'd made a mistake and fumbling for an excuse, Il-yeong gently stroked her hair and said,
“So?”
“S-So, I mean... um...”
Their eyes met, and Yoshinari felt her already burning face grow even hotter as she stammered. Unable to hold back any longer, Il-yeong leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.
Mwah.
The thrill of the gentle peck left Yoshinari dazed. But Il-yeong just flashed a mischievous grin and whispered,
“It's fine. It's just us here.”
Hearing that, Yoshinari felt the last thread of her reason snap. She bowed her head and murmured,
“I... I keep wanting it... I've even... masturbated a few times... but it doesn't...”
“Doesn't satisfy you?”
“Yeah... it doesn't satisfy me...”
Yoshinari trailed off, gazing at Il-yeong with desperate eyes. But she'd overlooked one thing: Il-yeong had a pretty playful streak.
He crouched down in front of her, matching her gaze, his eyes flicking between her flushed face and her ragged breaths as he smirked.
“I need to know what's wrong if I'm gonna fix it for you, Yoshinari.”
“U-Ugh?!”
He reached out, brushing a strand of gray hair from her face, then lightly caressed her earlobe. Yoshinari shuddered like she'd been shocked with electricity and bowed her head deeply.
More time passed. Il-yeong didn't rush her, just grinned playfully and took her hand. Finally, Yoshinari managed to speak her true desire.
“I want... to do it with you... like that time...”
And in that instant.
Il-yeong placed his hand on her gray hair, stroking it affectionately like one would a puppy, and said,
“Good girl, Yoshinari.”
Slurp.
“Mmph?!”
Il-yeong's lips slanted over hers. At first, it was a soft peck, moistening her lips. His tongue grazed her teeth lightly, then slipped gently into her slowly parting mouth.
Two red, faintly pink tongues tangled in the dark cavern, devouring each other's saliva. They brushed against teeth, and the heated pleasure of plump lips pressing together lingered.
“Haaah...”
Smack.
When their lips finally parted, a thin, spiderweb-like strand connected them briefly before snapping in the air. Il-yeong licked the trace of her saliva from his lips and grinned.
“You're getting better, Yoshinari.”
“W-What...?”
She tried to avert her gaze, embarrassed by the conversation itself, but this time Il-yeong wouldn't allow it. He quickly untied the straps of his armor and shed his clothes.
In her aroused state, the near-outdoor setting only made things more exciting for Il-yeong—nothing less, nothing more.
“...Ugh.”
Yoshinari, on the other hand, panicked at the sight of his naked body in the daylight. She squeezed her eyes shut. But peeking through her lashes, she couldn't hide her shock.
'Th-that huge thing... goes inside me?!'
No wonder fingers did nothing for her. Il-yeong's cock was well above even modern averages, so it was hardly surprising.
“Wanna try with your mouth?”
“W-With my mouth?”
That gave Yoshinari pause. Wouldn't her jaw dislocate if she tried putting that in? No, it definitely would.
But despite her rational hesitation, her mouth inched slowly toward Il-yeong's cock. As her lips brushed the tip, a strange sensation made her tremble.
“Haha...”
Il-yeong couldn't hold back his laughter at how adorable she was. Anyone would find a busty beauty kissing a cock and then pulling back warily utterly cute.
“......Haaa.”
Perhaps his laugh spurred her on. Yoshinari glared at him with cat-like eyes, then lifted the corners with a small deep breath. And soon.
“Mmmph...”
A lewd sound echoed through the tent.