Chapter 53
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: Until Lunchtime
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Tear my hymen.
The most vulgar yet beautiful plea that could ever come from a virgin's lips was more than enough to drive Baek Il-yeong out of his mind.
And so, Il-yeong immediately pressed his lips to Nobunaga's and thrust his hips deep inside her in one go.
His massive cock plunged into the woman's embrace. The thin membrane that tried to block this unexpected intruder stood no chance.
Soon enough, her hymen tore.
"Hnggh—!"
Nobunaga's moan echoed through the room. Her lower belly throbbed from the single piercing thrust. The sensation of that hot, thick slab of flesh was far too much for a virgin like her to handle.
Her shoulders trembled.
The feeling was like her body was being split in two.
Tears welled up in her eyes before she knew it.
But she didn't let go of her arms around Il-yeong's neck. If anything, the sharper the ache in her belly grew, the more desperately she clung to him.
Slurp, smack, suck.
Lewd sounds flowed up her spine.
Whether it was a woman's instinct to better accommodate his cock, or simply her desperate need not to let go of Il-yeong, her responses continued without end.
She lifted her hips to make it easier for his cock. Her legs spread wide, and her love juices trickled down her folds to the floor.
"Does it hurt?"
Their lips had parted sometime ago.
Il-yeong gazed tenderly at the tears pooling in Nobunaga's eyes and asked in a gentle voice. A faint, sweet scent lingered in his breath.
Nobunaga shook her head.
It hurt. But it didn't hurt.
This was taking him inside her.
How could she call it pain?
She didn't bother answering.
Instead, she burrowed deeper into Il-yeong's embrace, letting her actions speak for her.
"Hngh, haa…."
Unbearable moans escaped her.
It was a voice so lewd that even Yoshinari, watching from the side, couldn't hold back her own desire.
—Mmph!
In an instant, Yoshinari's and Nobunaga's lips met. Nobunaga looked startled at first, glancing at Yoshinari, but soon she squeezed her eyes shut, yielding to the skillful tongue that entwined with hers.
And in that moment.
Il-yeong gazed contentedly at the two women pinned beneath his cock and slowly began to move his hips.
At first, he wanted to be gentle.
He hadn't realized it was her first time and hadn't held back, but from now on, he planned to be as tender as possible with Nobunaga.
He slowly pulled out the deeply embedded cock.
Slick love juices clung to its ridges with wet squelches, and soon it slipped free, bobbing up and down in the air.
Pucker, pucker—.
Nobunaga's pretty pink mound opened and closed slightly, as if begging for something. It was so adorable that Il-yeong couldn't help but chuckle.
Slurp, smooch.
The two women were still locked in their kiss.
Two beauties who could rival any modern celebrity were kissing like that—it was a sight to behold for Il-yeong. Especially since he was the one who got to fuck them both.
So, he thrust his cock back in without holding back. Nobunaga's pussy clenched around it tightly, as if she'd never felt pain at all.
"Haa…."
It gripped him harder than expected.
Unthinkingly, Il-yeong stroked her firm, smooth abs as he slowly rocked his hips.
—Hngh! Mmmph!
Moans mixed into their kiss.
Soon, a long string of saliva stretched between their lips before snapping. Nobunaga's breasts jiggled up and down with Il-yeong's rhythm.
"Hnnngh! Ahngh!"
Lewd nasal whines burst forth.
Her brows furrowed as she bit her lip hard. Her legs wrapped around Il-yeong's waist, locking him in place.
Her pale skin flushed red with heat.
His relentless cock pistoned through her depths, fierce yet somehow tender. Thanks to that, Nobunaga soon fully accepted the sensation, lost in ecstasy.
Was this what it meant to be steeped in pleasure?
Even after Il-yeong had cum inside her twice, she refused to let him go.
"My lady, j-just a moment…."
Even for Il-yeong, two orgasms meant he needed a short break. He asked for one, but Nobunaga's eyes were filled with nothing but madness.
"…Get it hard again."
"Yes, ma'am."
Just in case. Cleaning Il-yeong's cock fell to Yoshinari. She tended to it meticulously, as if polishing a sword to offer her lord.
But that didn't last long.
No matter that Nobunaga was the star today—Yoshinari had waited patiently for so long, so he couldn't just ignore her.
With a quick apology to Nobunaga, he embraced Yoshinari and shoved his cock straight into her pussy.
"Haaaangh…!"
His hot, huge cock filled her pussy completely.
Yoshinari patted her belly—where the shape of his cock slightly bulged—with satisfaction, basking in his long-awaited warmth.
It was so cute that Il-yeong buried his nose in the valley of her breasts without thinking.
Sniff, haaah—.
The air passing between her tits carried the scent of her skin. Il-yeong breathed deeply in satisfaction as he moved his hips.
"Haang! Haaang!"
Each thrust drew louder moans from her. Her massive tits—bigger than most heads—bounced wildly, and Il-yeong's hips picked up the pace.
Splash, squelch, splurt—.
A symphony of lewd sounds filled the room.
Regaining her strength, Nobunaga now begged for Il-yeong without shame. She groped Yoshinari's bouncing breasts atop his hips and even playfully nipped his cheek with a nom—.
His cock swelled even more at her cat-like antics—it was only natural.
How many times did they cum? How many peaks did they reach?
Soon, the room was a total mess.
Traces of their orgy littered the tatami mats. Clothes were scattered in every corner. The two women lay there pale and exhausted, as if an incubus had drained their life force.
"Haaa…. Mngh."
Yoshinari couldn't close her legs. Her huge breasts were covered in kiss marks of every kind, like stains.
And that wasn't all.
"Haa, haa…."
Nobunaga, too, panted toward the ceiling with dazed eyes. Her usually bandaged, perky breasts were fully exposed.
Il-yeong, on the other hand, was different.
He held both women contentedly in his arms, showing only a hint of fatigue as he closed his eyes with a smile.
Suddenly, Nobunaga poked his cheek with a grumpy expression.
"You're such a bastard."
"Yes, I am."
As dawn broke, reason returned.
Il-yeong inwardly admitted he'd gone a bit overboard this time.
After all, what woman in the world would want her first time to be a threesome? And not even as equals—with her retainer, no less.
Meanwhile, Yoshinari—what was so great about it?—gazed at Il-yeong's face with sparkling eyes and a goofy grin.
"Hee."
So, Il-yeong once again marveled at the two women's contrasting charms as he stroked their heads simultaneously.
The black sky gradually turned navy.
Soon, he took in the faint chirping of birds as a foreign sensation caught his attention. He glanced down.
His bandages were oddly red.
Was it the scab reflecting off the bandage? He thought for a moment, but as full reason returned, the pain hit—and he muttered in a surprisingly cheerful tone without realizing it.
"Oh, the wound reopened."
And at that moment.
The two women locked eyes, then scrambled into their clothes without a word and shouted in unison.
—Physician!
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"Of all places, your abdomen. Please, refrain until it heals…."
The old physician examined the torn wound, rebandaged it, and pleaded with them while keeping his eyes firmly downcast.
"…Ahem. Y-yeah, got it."
Even Daimyo Nobunaga averted her eyes from her subordinate—a rare sight. Understandable, given the circumstances. Shame hit her the moment reason returned.
"…Yes."
Yoshinari's face flushed red in an instant too. Il-yeong, meanwhile, just found the situation amusing and chuckled.
Fortunately, physicians had heavy mouths.
No— they had to, to survive. No need to worry about gossip.
So, Il-yeong skipped breakfast and had sex again to celebrate the fresh bandages.
Of course, Yoshinari and Nobunaga tried to stop him, but once he shoved his massive cock at them, they ended up with some fine exercise until lunchtime.
'Was I really that pent up?'
It was so long even Il-yeong thought so. Nobunaga and Yoshinari collapsed from exhaustion. Only at lunchtime could the three finally wash up and eat.
The side dishes seemed tailored for Il-yeong, carrying a faint Joseon flavor. Though roughly imitated, so it leaned more Japanese—but he didn't point it out.
After all, it was the thought that counted.
The thought.
As they finished eating, Nobunaga spoke up as if remembering something.
"There's a banquet tonight. Il-yeong."