Chapter 52
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Quickly... Tear It
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Quickly... tear it for me.
"Master and servant donburi... Please eat it up nice and tasty ♥"
Yoshinari's sultry voice echoed, making the bandage clenched between her teeth quiver slightly. Il-yeong couldn't help but swallow hard at this erotic, lascivious side of her she'd never shown before.
The two full breasts pressed together.
Yoshinari's were nearly bursting with volume, but Nobunaga's weren't small by any means either, creating a breathtaking sight.
Even more novel was the subtle shift in their demeanors.
Nobunaga, who always carried herself like a lord, was at a complete loss, while Yoshinari, ever obedient to commands and bowing her head, now boldly straddled her, craving a man like a bitch in heat.
His cock stood rigid.
No, it had gone beyond stiff—it was on the verge of exploding.
"Y-Yoshinari. What in the world..."
Nobunaga's flustered voice rang in his ears, but he paid it no mind. He rose from his spot and walked toward the two women laid out like a feast.
His wound throbbed dully in his gut, but Il-yeong ignored it entirely. If he died, he died—sex came first.
When they served it up on a platter like this, backing out would be idiotic. That's what Il-yeong genuinely believed.
Suddenly, moonlight bathed him and them.
Perhaps because of the bandage tied tight to staunch the bleeding, his abs stood out in sharp relief. And when Nobunaga laid eyes on his cock—about the size of a decent dagger—her eyes went wide.
'I-It's that big?'
Though it was her first time, she wasn't completely innocent like Yoshinari. She could tell at a glance that Il-yeong's size was anything but ordinary.
Ferocious.
No way could she swallow something like that.
That's what she thought from the bottom of her heart, her body shuddering as her lips twitched like she wanted to say something.
Slurp—.
But then Yoshinari lifted her torso slightly and took Il-yeong's cock into her mouth without hesitation, silencing her.
A strange musky scent pierced her nose.
She'd never had her face buried in another woman's breasts before. She turned her head instinctively, trying to pull away, but it was lost on Yoshinari.
Slurp, mmmph—.
She engulfed his cock.
The long shaft prodded the roof of her mouth, then slid diagonally across her bared teeth, grazing her firm molars.
Suck, exhale.
His masculine scent filled her nostrils.
Il-yeong's aroma flooded her head, while the abs and cock right before her eyes relentlessly invaded her mouth.
Salty. Sweet. Hard. Rough.
She rolled her tongue. Saliva laced with alcohol scent trickled down his shaft, and Yoshinari hurriedly extended her tongue to lap it back up and swallow.
Such lascivious tongue work.
Il-yeong lightly stroked Yoshinari's head as she devoured his cock like a starving dog with a bone, then glanced down at Nobunaga.
"Mmph... Pwah..."
She was barely breathing between Yoshinari's cleavage, her face a mask of feigned agony.
'She's gonna suffocate at this rate.'
It'd be assassination by boobs. Strangulation, no less.
No doubt seppuku wouldn't even be the end of it.
Il-yeong had that absurd thought as he gripped the middle of Yoshinari's bound hair and gently pulled her up.
At the same time, her head rose slowly along his heaving cock, detaching from it as a long string of saliva snapped in the moonlight and fell to the ground.
"Haa, haa..."
Yoshinari eyed his cock with obvious regret, but when Il-yeong smirked and nodded toward Nobunaga catching her breath, she instantly got the hint and nodded back.
She reached out. Like a serpent eyeing the fruit of knowledge, Yoshinari's tentative fingers trailed along Nobunaga's tightly clenched slit.
"Hyaah?!"
Her slightly cool fingers grazed the valley, and Nobunaga's body shuddered violently. But Yoshinari wasn't satisfied; she slid down her body and buried her face between her thighs.
"Wh-what insolence...!"
Naturally, Nobunaga flushed crimson with shame and clamped her thighs shut, but alas, Yoshinari was no ordinary woman—she was a warrior, a fierce general worthy of the title.
Thus, she effortlessly pried Nobunaga's thighs apart and plunged her nose into her target valley.
"Sniff, exhale—."
"Ha, haaah...! N-no!"
This wasn't the lovemaking she'd imagined.
Her retainer was someone she'd have to face come morning!
But in that moment.
Il-yeong, now lying beside Nobunaga, gently turned her head to meet her gaze and whispered low.
"My lord. This is something we'll be doing often from now on."
"...What?"
Lick—.
"Hyyyaaa...!"
Yoshinari's vermilion tongue lapped at Nobunaga's clenched slit. A faintly sour, sticky nectar coated her tongue, and Il-yeong captured Nobunaga's moan as if to devour it, kissing her fiercely.
Smack, slurp,
Mmmph—.
Their tongues entwined.
Swallowing each other's saliva, unleashing moans thick with arousal, Nobunaga's abdomen writhed madly.
Kissing the man she loved.
Her cherished retainer lavishing her pussy with lewd, devoted licks.
In this reality ripe for cognitive dissonance, Nobunaga surrendered to the brink of madness, lost in pleasure and taboo ecstasy as she ravished Il-yeong's tongue.
Suddenly, Il-yeong's hand ventured to Nobunaga's thoroughly soaked pussy. Matching the twitching rhythm, he slid a finger inside.
Her pussy seemed to have been waiting for it, sucking it in with a wet gulp—. The slightly rough texture, slick with her juices, enveloped him.
He pushed in slowly. Then, with Nobunaga's cry of overwhelmed pleasure, her back arched like a bow.
"Haaang, haaaaah!"
A moan utterly feminine, something she'd never uttered before. Il-yeong thought that without realizing as he ravaged her pussy.
Since it was her first time, he had no intention of being rough.
Squelch, squelch—
He thrust and hooked his finger slightly.
Avoiding scraping her walls, he caressed her depths as gently as possible, like a soft push.
"Ahhng... Aaaah..."
Nobunaga's thighs twisted.
Her oddly prominent toes clenched tight, and as if unsure how to move, she simply thrashed in Il-yeong's embrace.
"...Haa, even you, my lord... end up like this."
Yoshinari slinked over, draping her arm around Il-yeong's neck, whispering in his ear with a voice dripping lust. Il-yeong couldn't help but chuckle.
"Pent up a lot? You're extra aggressive tonight."
"...Haa."
Yoshinari didn't reply.
Instead, she gripped his rock-hard cock from behind and shook it slowly in lieu of an answer.
Suddenly, love juices overflowed onto Il-yeong's hand.
He glanced down to see Nobunaga averting her eyes, emitting a shameful whine.
"D-don't look..."
It was mortifying.
And infuriating too.
"You're a wicked man. You, you..."
Tears welled in her eyes.
How could he do something so depraved, even in haste? But then.
Il-yeong's hand extended smoothly, gently stroking her glossy black hair. He rose slowly, mounting her, and whispered.
"Yes, I'm a wicked man."
A line he'd heard plenty in the modern world.
But Il-yeong smiled, nibbling her ear as he murmured.
"That's why I'm going to fuck you senseless, my lord."
"Wh-what vulgarity... Haaah?!"
He'd given fair warning.
Now, time to deliver.
He eased his cock in, filling Nobunaga's gripping pussy. Her hips lifted, breasts quivering.
Il-yeong brushed back the speechless, trembling Nobunaga's hair with his fingers. Then, in a tender, low voice, he asked.
"Does it hurt?"
Nobunaga closed her eyes.
She pondered silently for a moment, then shook her head.
It doesn't hurt.
That was her message.
Thus, Il-yeong thrust in slowly, satisfied.
"Haaang... Ahng!"
As about a handspan entered, Nobunaga bit her lip and unleashed her pent-up moan. Pleasure crashed alongside the pain.
Squelch—.
A bit deeper, and something like a barrier snagged the tip of his cock. Knowing full well what it was, Il-yeong smirked and said.
"Now, as you commanded, I'll move."
"...What?"
Nobunaga stared up at him in disbelief. After doing whatever he pleased this whole time, now he wanted orders?
Especially since she knew exactly what he was about to break.
"D-don't toy with me...!"
She'd barely mustered the resolve as it was.
And this man was...
That was when it happened.
With a wet squish, something slimy enveloped Nobunaga's perky breasts. She looked down in panic to see Yoshinari gnawing at them like a beast.
"Hnnng...!"
She wanted to protest, but the surging pleasure forced her eyes shut. She might have endured Yoshinari tormenting her nipples alone, but with Il-yeong's massive cock throbbing relentlessly below, she was going mad.
And then, his insanely lustful voice pierced her ear.
"...Give me your command, my lord."
Even laced with amusement.
She wanted to punish these insolent retainers right then, yet the overwhelming pleasure begged her to lose her mind.
And in that instant.
As Il-yeong muttered "then~" and began pulling out, Nobunaga instinctively flung her arms around his neck.
He froze.
Il-yeong's gaze met Nobunaga's face.
Black hair plastered to her sweat-drenched cheeks.
Golden eyes trembling with desperate craving.
And finally.
From her ruby lips came a sigh-like plea.
"Quickly... tear it for me. My, my hymen."