Chapter 64
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 64
Chapter Title: Damn, I'm a Real Scumbag
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Baek Il-yeong's gaze settled on Oda Nobunaga's wide-open pussy. Beneath the not-too-thick patch of hair, the bright pink slit was oozing love juices in thick spurts. That alone was a sight worthy of being called breathtaking.
He wore a satisfied smile on his lips.
Feeling Nobunaga's affectionate yet needy gaze, Il-yeong's hand gently stroked her waist.
"—Hngh."
Even in the heated atmosphere, his touch retained a hint of coolness, causing Nobunaga's body to twist for a moment.
Her legs arched. The feet that had been lewdly caressing his cock moments ago twitched, and her waist writhed this way and that following his hand.
Her breasts jiggled. Her nipples hardened, and her skin flushed red as if blushing all over.
And finally.
"Haaah—♡"
Il-yeong's body overlaid hers, and his thick shaft naturally pushed into her mound. As it plunged all the way in one thrust, Nobunaga forgot her usual dignity, her eyes glistening with tears, mouth agape, drool spilling out.
"Y-You're... too... s-so sudden—!"
Thanks to their ongoing relationship, her instincts had her lift her hips and open her pussy as wide as possible—or she might have gotten hurt. But at that moment, feeling her pussy warmly clench around his cock, Il-yeong whispered softly with a gentle smile.
"How does it feel to have the cock you were just toying with using your feet now buried inside you, my lord?"
"...Th-That..."
She meant to reply that it couldn't possibly feel good. But did she realize? That right now, she exuded a lewdness and sensuality that put even the top courtesans of the pleasure quarters to shame.
Suddenly, Il-yeong's hips surged forward.
And he surprise-kissed her parted lips, thrusting his tongue in to devour her to his heart's content.
Was that all?
He reached out, claiming her breasts that filled his hands with a bit spilling over. Even as he did, his raised cock gently scraped her inner walls, heating them up.
—Haa, haaangh, hngaaah♡
Her moans spilled out, sometimes so frantic they bordered on hyperventilation. The dignified lord was nowhere to be seen; the Nobunaga pinned beneath Il-yeong was nothing but a single female in heat.
Il-yeong didn't cum easily.
Had their repeated encounters grown boring? No way. He was simply holding back with all his might.
"Haa, haa..."
Il-yeong's breath tickled Nobunaga's cheek as she turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut.
—Squish, splurt, slurp.
The mix of her love juices and the slight precum leaking out created utterly lascivious sounds. Their breaths grew rougher, and just as Il-yeong's hips paused, about to pull back—
"Nooo..."
Nobunaga's thighs wrapped around Il-yeong's waist. Her upper body rose, arms encircling his neck. As if to prevent any resistance, she whispered into his cheek with half-lidded eyes, swallowing it with a wet slurp.
"Cum inside. That's an order..."
Her mind was already lost to the crashing waves of pleasure. She just wanted to savor it more. And deep down, it was the female instinct craving this man's superior seed.
"M-My lord—."
Il-yeong, clinging to the last shreds of his reason, tried to pull away from her embrace, but then her prominent nipples brushed his chest. At the same time, his hips spasmed at their limit, leaving him no choice.
—Spurt, splurt!
Thick, healthy semen filled her womb in one go. Feeling the white fluid overflow from the tip of Il-yeong's cock deep inside, brushing her walls, Nobunaga instinctively closed her eyes and—
—Haaauuuu...
savoring the warmth.
Thus the first round ended, but neither Il-yeong nor Nobunaga pulled apart. They simply held each other, his cock still inside.
With their thighs slick inside, genitals still connected, Il-yeong patted her belly in satisfaction while brushing back Nobunaga's hair as she smiled with a faint blush, and asked.
"...Won't cumming inside be dangerous?"
Somewhere along the way, honorifics had slipped into casual speech, but neither minded. If anything, Nobunaga buried her face in his firm chest, seeming to love this side of him, and said.
"...If I get pregnant, I'll just have it."
No, she actually hoped for it. That way, wouldn't he love her even more?
—Sigh, exhale.
Amid her deep breaths, Il-yeong's thick masculine scent pierced her nose. Utterly content, she closed her eyes in his arms and murmured without thinking.
"...I love you. Il-yeong. You're mine. My retainer..."
Il-yeong's gaze lowered to her.
Even as she smiled in satisfaction, her shyly closed eyes fluttered with trembling lashes. Il-yeong gently stroked her back with one hand and her head with the other, whispering.
"Yes. I am yours, my lord."
At the same time, his cock began to swell slowly inside her. Nobunaga felt it too and let out a hollow chuckle before pressing her lips to his.
—Smack, slurp.
Lewd kissing sounds echoed once more, and moans began to fill the room again.
The upper floors of the Thousand Hands Pavilion were always mostly empty, save for the ever-hidden ninja guards. Nobunaga disliked crowds anyway, but more than that, during her trysts with Il-yeong, they ended up letting out all sorts of moans without realizing it.
—Hngaaah! Haaangh♡
Yoshinari sat in seiza with her eyes closed, trying her best to ignore the moans from the next room. And she thought to herself.
'The lord must have been lonely too.'
They'd been intimate quite often over the past two months. So much so that she'd worried about pregnancy—while secretly hoping for it.
—Huuu... Haaang!
Thuds came from the other side of the wall, as if leaning against it. Then the wall shook faintly in time with Il-yeong's thrusting hips.
Haa—.
A ragged breath escaped Yoshinari's lips. Beneath her seated robes, things were soaked. No matter how hard she ignored it, she couldn't stop the flow of her love juices.
'...Il-yeong.'
She silently repeated the name of the man she loved, adored, yearned for. Unthinkingly, her hand drifted down to her twitching pussy.
'Hngh...'
A moan leaked through her bitten lips. As she lightly pressed her slit, juices flowed along her fingers, and soon Yoshinari was slowly rubbing her drenched pussy.
The sensation at her rubbing fingertips made her body tremble, the tips of her massive, voluptuous breasts swelling taut. Before she knew it, she'd become a lewd female, mouth open, diligently fingering her pussy.
—Slurp, splurt. Squish...
Lewd—no, downright obscene sounds rang in her ears, and the moans from beyond the wall made her heart pound wildly.
At the same time, a twinge of resentment stirred.
'Bad man... But.'
She knew it was her fault for falling for a guy like that. He was so irresistibly attractive that even she couldn't dream of monopolizing him.
Her fingers, which had started by merely tracing her folds and drawing out strings of juice, soon had her leaning against the wall, legs spread wide, plunging into her pussy.
Her once-clenched pussy gaped, swallowing her fingers, love juices trickling down between her ass cheeks.
They soaked the green tatami, and with her hem stuffed in her mouth, she squeezed her eyes shut and fingered vigorously.
Her toes curled.
At the same time, a strange mix of defeat and pleasure coursed up her spine.
But soon, tears welled in Yoshinari's eyes.
'I want to go...'
Fingers alone could never satisfy her. She needed cock. Not just any—not other men's, but Il-yeong's cock.
'I'm addicted...'
At this point, it was certainty. Il-yeong's cock was addictive and incredibly appealing. But ultimately, it was just one dick—the dick of the man she loved with all her heart.
Yoshinari stopped her hand. She closed her spread legs, hugging her knees slightly.
But then.
—Slide.
"Yoshinari."
He wore a long robe over his naked body. His prominent abs and the scars etched above them stood out starkly. Il-yeong slipped his hand between the armpits of this cute woman looking up at him with teary eyes, lifting her with a grunt.
Her huge breasts jiggled, her face showing surprise. Il-yeong gently wiped the tears from her eyes and whispered.
"I love you."
In that instant.
As if the defeat-induced tears had never been, Yoshinari's face lit up brightly.
"...Yeah!"
And seeing that face, Il-yeong thought without meaning to.
'Damn, I'm a real scumbag.'
But regardless.
For a while, the moans of three men and women echoed through the upper floors of the Thousand Hands Pavilion.
How much time passed like that?
As Owari's winter slowly faded, and the people of the land felt a different kind of chill sensing the approaching storm of war.
"...This is Owari."
A woman in a black sedge hat grasped a girl's hand and stroked the sword at her waist.