Chapter 51
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: Please Eat Deliciously ♥
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"…The reward for the meritorious service you mentioned before. …May I receive it now?"
Baek Il-yeong's languid voice, laced with a strange eroticism, made Oda Nobunaga's face flush red for an instant. Even her pupils trembled faintly.
Anyone who wasn't a fool—no, even a fool—would know exactly what reward for meritorious service Baek Il-yeong was referring to.
And the same went for Mori Yoshinari, nestled in Baek Il-yeong's arm. She could hardly believe her ears.
'With… with the Daimyo…? For real?'
Of course, she didn't hate the idea.
She had gone nearly a month without sex, not even proper self-pleasure, so her pent-up desires were at their limit.
But still, how could she possibly share a man with her lord? Especially one she truly loved…
"Ah."
Only then did Yoshinari understand Baek Il-yeong's intention. With the two women already in agreement, it was something she would have to go through eventually.
Her prominent jawline, turned toward Nobunaga, caught her eye. She swallowed unconsciously at the white, smooth neck that didn't suit a warrior.
'Well, if it's something I have to go through someday…'
It wouldn't be so bad to get it over with sooner.
She decided to follow her heart and leaned her head against Baek Il-yeong's chest.
Her cheek touched his firm chest.
Her hand absentmindedly stroked his abdomen, and the many scabbed wounds made her heart ache.
At that moment, Baek Il-yeong's hand touched her gray hair. His touch, stroking her head like one would a puppy's back, was so tender and warm that she closed her eyes and savored the sensation.
"A, uh…."
Meanwhile, Nobunaga still couldn't muster a reply. Her mouth hung slightly open as she stared at Baek Il-yeong with dazed eyes.
In this moment, cradled in his arms, she wasn't the foolhardy Daimyo—she was just a woman lost in shyness and confusion.
At that instant, Baek Il-yeong smiled faintly.
Her flustered appearance was cute, and he wanted to playfully get back at the lord he had subtly made suffer.
So, he glanced at her slightly parted lips and whispered very lowly.
"If you don't like it, then avoid me."
"…Eh? Mmph—."
Their lips overlapped.
Baek Il-yeong's slightly parted lips met Nobunaga's, carrying a faint scent of alcohol. As she unconsciously moved to accept his tongue, her wildly pounding heart made her seal her lips with a muffled "mmph."
However, Baek Il-yeong didn't rush.
He extended his tongue just a bit to trace her lips. Slowly, like licking the alcohol droplets at the corner of her mouth, he then slipped it into the slight gap.
It wasn't a door shut tightly.
Once it began to open, Nobunaga instinctively devoured Baek Il-yeong's tongue.
She explored it voraciously.
Tracing along her teeth, then savoring each other's saliva.
There was no thought of it being dirty.
On the contrary, the sweet fruit wine only enhanced the flavor.
*Slurp, *schluck*—.
She tilted her head.
Her heated breaths brushed against cheeks and scattered, while rising lust enveloped them both.
Haa, haa….
Before long, Nobunaga placed a hand on one of his cheeks and, using his thigh wedged between her legs as leverage, unconsciously twisted her waist.
And at that moment.
Yoshinari, unwilling to be outdone, rose from her seat and undid the ties of Baek Il-yeong's pants. He obligingly lifted his hips a little, allowing her to easily slide them off.
"Haa—."
There it was, his massive cock revealed.
Yoshinari's gray eyes, brimming with lust and desire, took in Baek Il-yeong's manhood after so long.
She always thought it, but it was enormous.
She had only recently realized it didn't usually reach the depths of her womb.
Just then, Baek Il-yeong pulled away from his deep kiss with Nobunaga and leaned his upper body against the wall. Nobunaga clung to his neck, panting heavily, haa, haa—.
It was already a situation of silent permission.
Right on cue, moonlight illuminated the night sky once more. With the moon at his back, Baek Il-yeong gazed at Yoshinari, who stared at his cock while breathing hotly. He gently grasped her bound ponytail and spoke in a voice thick with lust.
"…Lick it. Yoshinari."
"Yes…."
To his tender yet commanding voice, she unconsciously replied politely, opening wide—*yawn*—and took the tip into her mouth.
"*Ubuub*…."
Careful not to graze it with her teeth lest she injure the cock, she enveloped the massive shaft in her warm mouth. The dizzying male musk made her mind hazy, and love juices trailed a long line down her inner thighs.
Baek Il-yeong gently stroked her head. Fellatio was often more about the sense of conquest than the urge to ejaculate.
The sight of a beloved woman licking his cock so devotedly was something no man could resist enjoying.
In that instant, their eyes met.
No words were needed.
They already knew.
Today's star wasn't them—it was Nobunaga.
Thus, Baek Il-yeong sneaked a hand under the bobbed hair of Nobunaga, who had somewhat regained her senses and bowed her head in embarrassment. He pulled her close and lightly nibbled her earlobe.
A soft "*hngt*—" escaped, her shoulders trembling.
Even in the dimly lit room illuminated only by moonlight, her flushed earlobe looked especially cute.
Baek Il-yeong licked her ear for a moment before asking in a very soft, languid voice.
"Daimyo, weren't you the one giving the reward?"
"…Ar, arrogant bastard."
That was all.
Nobunaga still couldn't lift her head, and Baek Il-yeong chuckled at the relentless thumping of her heart so close by.
"No way, is this your first time?"
It was half a joke.
Her usual attire was that of a seductress who could make men weep.
But then.
Nobunaga's head nodded slightly within his embrace. Baek Il-yeong could only stare at her in stunned silence.
'Really her first time?'
This was surprising.
But he didn't make the mistake of voicing it.
Instead, with a mischievous smile, he gently cupped her breasts. A natural "*hngt*—" moan followed, but he paid it no mind.
Through the thin fabric, her stiffly erect nipples brushed against him. Pretending not to notice, he softly caressed her breasts and whispered low in her ear.
"How can a virgin wear something this lewd? Unthinkable back in Joseon."
Of course, Joseon's sex life was quite free-spirited, but Confucian Joseon was more familiar in Baek Il-yeong's mind.
Nobunaga flinched and slightly raised her head to look up at him. Her saliva-glistened lips quivered.
"Th-then… do you hate it…?"
Her usual arrogance and boldness were nowhere to be seen. Baek Il-yeong simply smiled and pressed his lips to hers again in lieu of an answer.
But at that moment.
*Churp, lick*—.
A ticklish sensation on his abdomen drew Baek Il-yeong's gaze downward, where he saw Yoshinari pressing his cock between her breasts and licking his belly.
She carefully licked at the wounds scattered across it. The sight was like a dog tending to its whimpering, injured owner, drawing an unconscious laugh from him.
Baek Il-yeong soon released her head, slipped his hands under her armpits, and seated her on his lap. His cock wedged between her thighs, slick with her glistening juices, thrusting up and down.
"Good girl."
He lightly stroked her head and slowly pulled his lips away from Nobunaga's. A long, thread-like strand of saliva sparkled in the air before snapping. He buried his face straight into Yoshinari's ample breasts.
Breasts large enough to fully envelop a man's face. The soft flesh wrapped around him, and the woman's flesh scent at the tip of his nose was utterly addictive.
"Hng…. Haa…."
Yoshinari gently stroked Baek Il-yeong's head, buried in her breasts like a baby. The sensation of his cock between her thighs was more than enough to arouse her already heated body.
But then.
Seeing Nobunaga's flushed eyes and smacking lips, she let out a light laugh.
It was a mix of womanly superiority and the urge to help her Daimyo.
So, she gently pushed Baek Il-yeong away from her breasts, slowly rose, and slipped out of her clothes.
*Swish*—her pristine white naked body came into view, her full, bouncy breasts sparkling under the moonlight, adding to the eroticism.
In that state, she walked not toward Baek Il-yeong, but Nobunaga. With each step, her breasts jiggled up and down. Love juices glistened on her waist, and her feet on the tatami exuded deliberate eroticism.
Reaching Nobunaga, she didn't hesitate. Straddling her from above, she bowed her head.
Her loosened gray hair swayed, and with her teeth, she tore through the bandage binding Nobunaga's breasts in one go. *Swish*—the bandage fell, tugged by Yoshinari's lips.
Then, she pressed her own massive breasts against Nobunaga's, who leaned against the wall, putting on a show for the dazedly watching Baek Il-yeong.
"Hngt…?!"
The two women's nipples rubbed together.
The stiff tips met, their breasts shaking like squeezed balloons in that instant.
Her breath thick with lust, Yoshinari said.
"Lord-Retainer Donburi Rice... Please eat it deliciously ♥"