Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: I Shall Enter, My Lord
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"I shall enter, My Lord."
"Ah."
Only then did Baek Il-yeong realize that Oda Nobunaga's action hadn't been meant that way—it was just to check his wound—and his face turned red. He felt ashamed for letting his mind wander to such thoughts without realizing it.
"...Hmm?"
Instead, Oda Nobunaga's eyes narrowed slyly. As she stroked his firm abdomen—marred by a slightly painful scar on his chest—she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
'Well, I suppose I've built up quite a bit myself.'
She had caught on to Baek Il-yeong's thoughts. Worried about any sweat or odor, he glanced away, but that subtle masculine scent felt especially arousing to her. So, Nobunaga shot a quick glance at Mori Yoshinari, who was holding him from behind.
—It had been a full two months.
For two whole months, Yoshinari had practically monopolized Baek Il-yeong. Because of that, even she had no choice but to step back without protest this time.
"...Uh."
Baek Il-yeong scratched his cheek. He wasn't so oblivious that he missed the subtle exchange of glances between the two women surrounding him.
"I'll be in the next room."
With that, Yoshinari rubbed her cheek against his in a subtle motion before pulling back. Seeing her flushed with embarrassment, Baek Il-yeong couldn't help but chuckle softly.
That was when it happened.
—Smack!
Baek Il-yeong's cheek was seized by Nobunaga's hand, and his forcibly turned gaze met hers—she was a full head shorter than him.
"...Insolent retainer."
She seemed so annoyed that he had smiled at Yoshinari right in front of her, whispering to him with a faint trace of killing intent.
"You've had quite the fun time with Yoshinari for two months—mmph!"
But this time, Baek Il-yeong couldn't hold back.
Like an angry cat with raised corners of his eyes, he growled softly as he gently wrapped his hand around Nobunaga's nape and pressed his lips to hers.
A lewd sound like mmph—echoed, and Nobunaga responded by peeking her tongue out to meet his.
Their scarlet tongues tangled messily.
Glittering strands of saliva stretched long before snapping, and soon the two devoured each other. Amid their hot breaths, voices laced with excitement and desire rang out.
"...Nobunaga."
The name he now called her as a man, not a retainer—a name she had grown used to. At his words, she smiled brightly, wrapped her arms around his nape, and replied.
"What is it, Il-yeong."
Not Hirate Hikage, but Il-yeong.
From some point on, they had tacitly settled on these names for each other, and their lips met once more. As his hand slid down to unwrap the bandages binding her chest, her full breasts swelled into view.
—Swish.
"Hng...!"
A thrilled moan escaped Nobunaga's lips, and with their mouths still locked, they slowly backed toward the bed. Baek Il-yeong laid her down and gently brushed her hair back.
Lustrous locks—like silk straight out of a cliché—flowed under his hand.
Then, with her breasts bared and her pale skin covered only by a single layer of robes as always, he nipped lightly at her earlobe and whispered.
"...I've always thought so, but isn't your outfit a bit too provocative, Nobunaga?"
His affectionate, sensual honorific brushed her ear. Instinctively crossing her thighs, Nobunaga rubbed her cheek against his hovering above her and whispered back.
"And? Do you hate it?"
"Not at all, but..."
Still, you should be more careful in front of others—Baek Il-yeong whispered, and Nobunaga nodded with a radiant smile.
"...I'll do that."
It was an outfit born of childhood rebellion. Always compared to her father and judged under the label of eldest daughter, she had stubbornly clung to her loosened attire out of defiance.
—Had any other retainer pointed it out, she might have punished them for their insolence.
But Il-yeong was different.
Baek Il-yeong's leg slid smoothly between Oda Nobunaga's thighs. At the same time, the sensation of her wetting mound pressed against his knee, and he dipped his head to lightly bite her nape.
—Chup.
His tongue flicked out with his breath, softly tracing her neckline. Her skin quivered along the curve, and her arms around his neck tightened.
—Hah.
Baek Il-yeong engulfed her nape like savoring fruit. The flesh tugged slightly, soon leaving a red mark.
Satisfied with his trace, he moved down to her collarbone. Nobunaga gazed tenderly at him burying his face in her cleavage, gently stroking his head as he sank lower into the valley of her breasts.
Snip—hah.
Between her exhales and inhales came a thick feminine scent. What was it? Plain flesh, yet somehow more lewd and comforting.
"Hehe. Like a child."
Her laughter tickled his ear.
He smirked at being called a child, but soon parted his lips with a haah—and took the tip of her full breast into his mouth.
The firm nipple at the end of the soft flesh brushed his tongue. At the same time, a lewd nasal moan hnggg... echoed above him. Excited by it, Baek Il-yeong nipped her nipple's tip.
"Haang—!"
A moan burst out, her body trembled, and her hips bucked. He seized her lowered wrists, lifted them above her head, and parted his lips with a puha—.
Her saliva-slicked breasts jiggled.
At the same time, he gently shook her flushed cheek and whispered.
"I've missed you."
"S-Such words..."
She murmurs so shamelessly. Nobunaga closed her eyes as she muttered, and Baek Il-yeong's gaze drifted down to her delicate foot overlapping his own.
Her scarlet peach bone protruded, and her flawlessly smooth white foot clenched tightly. Smiling, he said.
"Nobunaga."
"Y-Yeah?"
A voice tinged with mischief. Right after calling her name, Baek Il-yeong slipped his hand under her armpit, pulled her up, and slid—off her pants. His massive cock, incomparable to any other man's, swung into view.
And for some reason, he leaned against the wall, placing her foot on his thigh.
"...Il-yeong?"
At his sudden action, Nobunaga tilted her head. She had no idea what he wanted. But then, Baek Il-yeong lightly stroked her flushed cheek as she stared at him wide-eyed and spoke in a low voice.
"You've always been interested in Western goods."
His gaze landed on the full plate armor in the corner of the Tenshukaku. Nobunaga nodded in agreement, and he whispered as if pleased.
"It's a foreplay method sometimes used when consorting with Westerners. They call it a footjob."
"...F-Footjob?"
Her lips mumbled the clumsy pronunciation. Finding her adorable, Baek Il-yeong patted her head lightly and said.
"Just torment my cock with your feet."
"W-With my feet?"
Only then did Nobunaga realize what he wanted, her eyes shaking. At the same time, her pride as lord—shoved into a corner—reared its head.
—With her feet, no less.
She had never even heard of such a thing. About to protest, she met his expectant gaze and bowed her head.
"—Y-You insolent cur."
Massaging a man's member with her feet? How utterly depraved. An impious act beyond imagination. Surely...
—Twitch.
Nobunaga felt her sole twitch involuntarily and shuddered. Seeing his massive cock wriggling as if waiting, she squeezed her eyes shut and nodded.
"W-What's so good about this..."
Nobunaga's foot slowly touched his cock. Her toes brushed the glans, her sole against the bulging veins.
Lightly stroking her snowy thigh, Baek Il-yeong whispered in a voice cracked with arousal.
"Try using both feet, My Lord."
—My Lord.
At a time like this, no words were more tantalizing. Pretending reluctance, Nobunaga complied, enveloping his cock with her feet.
Her pale soles caressed him slowly. The smooth yet firm texture of her soles brought a peculiar pleasure.
But the real charm was elsewhere.
"How cute."
"Sh-Shut up."
Baek Il-yeong watched his lord—feigning reluctance and force while diligently stroking his cock, thighs twisted in shyness. Her face nearly bursting red, she rubbed him with effort.
"Haa—."
A moan laced with excitement escaped him. Actual pleasure might be better from a blowjob, but the conquest was indescribable.
And after some footplay.
"Ugh..."
A cramp in her leg? Nobunaga's brows furrowed. Baek Il-yeong gently removed her feet, massaged them, and kissed her.
—Haah, churu, lap...
Lewd sounds filled the room, and Nobunaga actively embraced his neck, as if her furrowed brow had never been.
And at that moment.
Feeling the slick arousal on his thigh, Baek Il-yeong chuckled and whispered.
"I shall enter, My Lord."