Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Practically Outdoors (3)
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Two colossal mountain ranges had swallowed up a massive tower, standing tall like the Tower of Babel from ancient times. The tower shook violently up and down countless times, as if desperate to survive being devoured by the mountains, but in the end, it was overwhelmed by their unimaginable scale and consumed.
"Hic... mmph..."
Right. It was a paizuri.
Il-yeong sat on the edge of the wooden cot where Yoshinari had been moments before, savoring the lewd sight of her diligently shaking her breasts up and down.
Squelch—squelch—.
"Nngh... nngh."
The sound of her two hefty mounds enveloping his thick shaft mixed with her sultry nasal moans. Even to Il-yeong, who knew little of music, it was no different from a heavenly harmony.
And Yoshinari, too, was half-lost in a daze as she cradled his massive cock between her enormous breasts.
'She loves it... her body's trembling... so cute...'
Many envied her for her large breasts, but from Yoshinari's own perspective as the owner, they weren't particularly a blessing.
Of course, she felt a bit proud when other women looked at her with admiration or envy, but she was a spearwoman. With breasts so heavy they blocked her view of her own stomach while wielding her spear, they were a significant hindrance. She couldn't possibly be happy about them.
But now, it was completely different.
She was genuinely grateful for how uselessly plump they were.
"...Ngh. Khm."
And understandably so—Il-yeong loved them like this. Plus, unexpectedly, pressing her breasts together to stimulate his cock sent considerable pleasure back to her as well.
The faint groans escaping Il-yeong's lips.
His shaft, firmly trapped between her breasts, twitching helplessly.
And with every up-and-down shake, the tip peeking out.
Everything was a fresh thrill for Yoshinari, a sight both endearing and adorable.
However, after a few more minutes of diligent paizuri, Yoshinari glanced at Il-yeong's face and gleaned some crucial information. At first, he'd bitten his lip to stifle his moans from the novel sensation, but now it felt like he was gradually calming down.
Only then did she judge that simply cradling his cock between her breasts and shaking wouldn't bring him to climax. And a woman driven by lust sometimes makes bold choices.
Slurp—.
"Hah."
The moment his shaft peeked through her breasts, she flicked her tongue—shaped like a sharp triangle—at the tip of the glans. Thanks to that, Il-yeong, who had just barely grown accustomed to the titjob from her massive breasts, could only draw in a ragged breath and gaze at Yoshinari, who was growing ever more skilled in bed.
"...Yoshinari?"
Lick. Slurp. Lap.
Every time his cock thrust through her cleavage, her tongue darted out. His shaft, already compressed by the oppressive pressure of her huge tits, began throbbing desperately at the lewd sensation on the tip, on the verge of spurting its load.
Of course it would.
A gray ponytail beauty with massive breasts was already pushing him to the limit by tenderly cupping them with both hands for a paizuri. Add in those little licks on the tip, and how could he hold back?
What was it? A sense of conquest?
A swell of satisfaction from knowing this woman was putting in such refined effort, in that neat posture, just to please him.
But Il-yeong had no intention of releasing his load so easily. However, at that moment—
"Slurp—ah."
This time, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed the glans in one go before releasing it, a string of precum mixed with her saliva stretching between his cock and her tongue before snapping with a plink.
And having witnessed that erotic scene in full, Il-yeong could no longer hold back.
"Sorry, Yoshinari."
"Mm...?"
Thus, all he could offer her was an apology. And understandably so—
Splurt.
"Ooh, eh?!"
Il-yeong possessed remarkably virile stamina, and naturally, his semen erupted skyward, instantly covering Yoshinari's face.
Drip. Drip.
White, viscous fluid trailed down her hair onto her breasts. It ran along her facial contours, a few drops slipping to her lips. Yet Yoshinari didn't get angry—instead, she lowered her gaze to his still-twitching glans.
The neatly slit center pulsed open and closed repeatedly. She licked a drop of his semen passing by her lips, then without the slightest hesitation, took his cock into her mouth.
Slurp. Smooch.
The lewd sounds echoed through the tent once more. Lifting her head soon after, she nodded in satisfaction at his saliva-slick shaft before looking up at Il-yeong.
Recognizing the silent plea for praise in her eyes, Il-yeong slipped his hands under her armpits, pulled her up to sit on his lap, and gently pressed his lips to hers. How long did that brief respite of a kiss last?
As the two slowly parted, they exchanged no words but confirmed they were far from satisfied, sharing light smiles.
"Built up a lot, huh? Still not satisfied after that."
"...Yeah, seems like it."
Now somewhat calmed, Yoshinari averted her gaze, her face fully flushed, but with semen dripping from her features, it only made his cock swell harder.
Thus, Il-yeong tilted her head back, lightly nipping her slender neck before whispering.
"I'll fuck you now. So intensely, so blissfully, you'll forget masturbation even exists for a good while."
No reply was needed. Her pussy, already soaked despite barely sitting on his lap moments ago, spoke for her.
"Eek?"
Il-yeong promptly laid Yoshinari back on the bed. Mounting her, he shared a light kiss while twisting his hand to stroke the inside of her thigh.
"Nngh... hmrph."
Two scarlet tongues intertwined in the air, ragged breaths escaping between them. Though they'd shared this pleasure countless times, her love juices wouldn't stop. Even his faint touch made her belly writhe and her womb quiver.
Squelch. Squish.
He slipped fingers into her pussy, drenched beyond a flood—like a faucet left running, soaking the bed. Starting with one, but it accepted them so easily, he figured three would be no problem.
Gently inserting into the tight vaginal walls, he massaged them with soft pressure. Some crudely thought "poking" meant scraping roughly, but to Il-yeong, such brute force was utterly useless.
"Haaah... hic... nghk...!"
Just as a man's cock was precious, so too were a woman's pussy and vagina. Shouldn't they be treated with care? Not haphazardly pawed at, of course.
Like a massage—gentle yet firmly uplifting. Enough to provide real stimulation.
Squish. Squirt. Gluck.
Each thrust and withdrawal left his hand glistening with her juices. He worried it might swell up from the saturation. Yet her hips bucking in response made stopping impossible.
"Haa... haa... nghk."
But seeing her so drowned in ecstasy she could barely breathe, Il-yeong had no choice but to pull his hand away. He'd already cum twice himself, and Yoshinari must be tiring from the intense pleasure too.
In exchange for that brief rest, he brought his tongue to the puddle of her sopping juices pooling in his palm.
Lick.
"Wh-what are you doing...!"
Noticing too late, Yoshinari freaked out and reached to stop him, but Il-yeong only smiled faintly as he savored the nectar in his mouth.
Slightly tangy, but not unpleasant at all. With a bit of viscosity and her unique bodily scent, it even carried a subtle sweetness.
Of course, Yoshinari flushed crimson with mortification, on the verge of suicide from shame, but Il-yeong licked a few more times demonstratively before smiling lightly.
"Delicious. Honestly."
"Th-that's ridiculous...!"
Hearing that, she seriously considered grabbing her nearby spear and stabbing him, but in that split second, Il-yeong dove his face between her legs.
Slurp. Lap.
Was it red? Or a deep pink? Either way, Yoshinari's pussy was beautiful. The scent of her juices and body mingled from her tightly clenched slit succeeded in hardening Il-yeong's cock despite two ejaculations.
Resigned by now, Yoshinari propped up her upper body and cautiously placed a hand on Il-yeong's head, buried in her pussy. In response, he curled his tongue and gave her slit a light lick.
"Ngh...!"
Her toned thighs trembled faintly at the delicate sensation. Unsatisfied, Il-yeong slowly parted her clenched pussy with his tongue.
"Aah... haa... haah...!"
Like fruit peeled bare, her glistening, juice-dripping flesh fully revealed itself.
Lick—like savoring ice cream.
Slurp—like drinking the nectar.
Lap—like devouring the pulp.
Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough, he toyed with her pussy. Yoshinari bit her lip hard and threw her head back.
Lewd.
Lustful.
Obscene.
Perverted.
Every word she knew applied to Il-yeong. His tongue work was so skilled, tender, and considerate it deserved every sexual term in existence.
What woman wouldn't spread her legs for such a man?
What woman wouldn't love such a man? What woman—
Suddenly, her pleasure-glazed eyes wavered.
Would other women really leave a man like this alone? Would they?
How many women were around him right now?
And were any less attractive or of lower status than her?
None.
"Haa."
But her musings ended as Il-yeong lifted his head. Oblivious to her thoughts, he wordlessly latched onto one of her massive breasts with a big bite.
Slurp—smack.
Like a child greedily nursing milk, his cute form suckling her huge breast made Yoshinari shake off her turmoil. She gently cradled the back of his head and whispered softly in his ear.
"...Put it in."
And with those words, their lovemaking continued until sunset gave way to dawn mists veiling the moonlight.
"Ahng...! Haaang!"
Naturally, the Mori Family samurai controlling the perimeter were dying inside, but it meant nothing to the pair, now half-beasts.
If there was any consolation, in this world—unlike original history, where men and women served as soldiers together—sex between high-ranking retainers wasn't such a grave scandal.
"Hoo... hah. Wet."
"Ugh..."
By the time twilight moonbeams filled the night, Il-yeong—after a total of seven ejaculations—lightly twirled Yoshinari's gray hair with his fingers as she lay exhausted in his arms.
Truth be told, even he was at his limit.
The last one had taken nearly two hours—what more needed saying? Push further, and tomorrow's battle might list his cause of death as death by exhaustion.
"...Hey. Il-yeong."
"Yeah?"
Then, Yoshinari—still nestled in his arms, stroking her slightly bloated belly—murmured his name. Looking down, he saw her lips trembling with a troubled expression before she asked ever so cautiously.
"Do... you like me?"
Do you like me?
To Il-yeong, it was a trivial question, but not to Yoshinari.
Her heart pounded.
What if he hates me for saying this?
I hear Joseon men like demure women. No— what if he already has a wife in Joseon?
He has so much experience; would he like a shy one like me?
A torrent of anxieties swirled in her mind.
Right. If he refuses, I'll keep my distance from now on.
Il-yeong is essential to our lord Nobunaga. Besides, isn't it foolish to let personal feelings interfere with the greater cause?
Yes. If rejected...
I'll just keep some distance starting then.
But at that moment—
"Yoshinari."
Having taken in all her shifting expressions, Il-yeong gently pulled her head to his chest.
Her face buried in his firm pecs, he whispered softly in her ear.
"I love you. Truly."
Hearing that, Yoshinari closed her eyes, face pressed into his broad chest, and murmured back softly.
"...Yeah. Truly."
And as morning broke...
The prelude to the Battle of Murakitori Fortress finally began.