Chapter 94
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 94
Chapter Title: A Brief Rest (3)
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*Gulp.*
Their red tongues entwined, exploring each other hungrily.
*Slurp.*
Gardner's fangs occasionally blocked their tongues, but even that became a fleeting thrill, only drawing them closer together.
How long had they shared their saliva and breaths like that? Just before their lungs gave out, their lips parted, trailing a long, glistening string.
Baek Il-yeong instinctively scanned his surroundings.
Fortunately, the samurai trailing behind him had caught on and turned their heads away, pretending not to notice.
So, Il-yeong inwardly chuckled while gently stroking the head of Mori Yoshinari, who gazed up at him with eyes tinged with unease. He then nibbled lightly on her pale earlobe, glowing under the moonlight, and whispered softly.
"Let's head inside first."
Mori Yoshinari blushed at his teasing whisper—You're not thinking of doing it out here, are you?—and Il-yeong quickly added that it was a joke before leading her indoors.
*Whoosh.*
A cool breeze swept through the spot they'd just left.
And only much later...
"Ahem."
A cough laced with envy echoed faintly among the samurai.
*Creak.*
Leading Mori Yoshinari to the innermost room, Il-yeong signaled the maids with a glance to close all the nearby doors. It wouldn't be perfect soundproofing, but it should muffle things enough.
With those minimal preparations done, Il-yeong softly stroked the head of the woman in his arms and spoke to her.
"What happened?"
No matter how wild Oda Nobunaga could be, she wouldn't treat Mori Yoshinari this harshly. So Il-yeong couldn't help but intuit that the two women had already talked it out.
"...Well."
And fortunately, his guess was spot on—they'd already exchanged words.
"Anyway... we have to get married eventually."
They agreed they couldn't just let Il-yeong go like this. He already exuded charm without realizing it; slap a "single" label on him, and who knew how many women would flock to his side.
At the very least, they needed to stake a claim, mark their territory. And it started with Nobunaga's declaration.
"It's fine, though. I decided I'd be the second wife... and it's already settled that I'll come tonight."
Mori Yoshinari looked up at Il-yeong with a brighter expression than expected, her lips moving slightly. Seeing that, Il-yeong felt a pang in his heart but was grateful they'd reached some compromise while he was away.
"Thank you."
*Stroke.*
He reached out and petted her head.
"Mmm..."
Mori Yoshinari buried her face in his chest like a long-lost puppy nuzzling its owner, inhaling deeply with a *sniff*—.
A thick, masculine scent filled her nostrils.
The smell of his flesh wasn't unpleasant at all.
And mixed with the aroma of the sake he'd drunk, it was like an aphrodisiac.
*Rustle.*
Unconsciously, Mori Yoshinari crossed her thighs. The wetness flowing from her slit trickled down her smooth skin with a lewd *drip*, and noticing her arousal, Il-yeong curved his lips softly while licking her ear.
*Lick.*
"Hnn...!"
At the warm, wet—yet far from unpleasant—soft sensation, she trembled with a sensitivity that surprised even herself.
At the same time, Il-yeong slowly pushed her back until she hit the wall.
*Thud.*
Her soft back pressed against the wooden wall, separated only by her thin kimono. Yoshinari wrapped her arms around his broad back and whispered.
"...I like you."
Honestly, it would be a lie to say she wasn't disappointed about losing her first time. She'd thought dozens of times that if only she were the daimyo...
But having faced reality at a young age, she knew all too well. There were things in this world you couldn't have, no matter how desperately you wished for them.
That's why, embarrassing as it was, she said it.
That she liked him.
That she cherished him with deep affection.
And that she loved him.
"So..."
Mori Yoshinari lifted her head.
Moonlight filtered softly over his broad back, illuminating her face, and she smiled brightly, whispering.
"Hold me."
Il-yeong smiled.
At the same time, he murmured deep in his heart.
I'm sorry.
Sorry for making you fall for a man like me.
He gently brushed the corner of her eye where tears had begun to well, then gripped the nape of her neck lightly with his left hand. He tilted her head and slowly brought his lips closer.
Their breaths mingled.
Their lips met, and Il-yeong's tongue softly traced her lips.
Red and strangely sweet.
Whether it was truly sweet to the taste or the satisfaction of embracing someone you loved, he didn't know.
But the two shared the same emotions.
Love and regret.
Affection and longing.
Lust and desire.
And the kiss that had already begun was merely the prelude to a deeper union.
*Slurp, smack.*
The wet sounds of flesh devouring flesh were utterly erotic. Yoshinari's thirst, as she sought his tongue with half-lidded eyes, showed no sign of quenching despite swallowing his saliva endlessly. Il-yeong savored her lips, tongue, saliva, and breath for a long while.
"Chuu... *gasp*, *gasp*."
The prolonged kiss was enough to leave them oxygen-starved.
Yet Il-yeong and Yoshinari clung tightly to each other's napes and waists, refusing to let go. Il-yeong chuckled unconsciously at the pressure against his chest.
"Still the same, huh."
"...Huh? Y-Yeah."
At his playful remark, her already flushed face burned even redder as she bowed her head. And for good reason—Il-yeong was staring right at her massive, near-bountiful breasts.
But Yoshinari had her own retort.
"I-Il-yeong."
"Yeah?"
A long, hard shaft throbbed against her abdomen. Feeling the pressure as if it might rip through her clothes, she swallowed hard and glanced down. There it was—Il-yeong's enormous cock, the one that had brought her to climax countless times.
...It's huge.
Just the pressure against her belly had her pussy soaking wet already. No, more than wet—her inner thighs were swollen and slick. Suddenly embarrassed at how slutty she'd become, she was still relieved it was with Il-yeong.
Perhaps sensing her gaze.
Il-yeong stroked her gray hair softly and whispered.
"Want to taste it?"
Want to taste it?
It didn't fit the moment at all, but instead of answering, Yoshinari gulped and slowly sank to her knees. Il-yeong swiftly untied the cord barely containing his cock.
*Flap.*
The fabric pants crumpled easily onto the tatami, and Mori Yoshinari's eyes widened at the massive member filling her vision.
"...Hah."
As the pants fell away, his cock sprang right to her kneeling face, shoving its scent straight into her nose. Ignoring his gaze, she inhaled deeply, her eyes half-lidded as the potent masculine musk intoxicated her, and she slowly parted her lips.
Il-yeong smiled at the sight.
No wonder—he remembered how she'd tentatively grip and stroke it before, but now she opened her mouth eagerly, like she'd been waiting. It was too cute.
*Gulp.*
As he'd said before, Yoshinari's mouth was smaller than average compared to her huge breasts. The scraping of her teeth against his cock felt delightfully teasing.
"Hngh... *gulp*."
Her small lips opened and closed up and down, using saliva and precum as lube to devour his shaft eagerly. The sight was vulgar yet intensely arousing, and Il-yeong smiled in satisfaction, gently petting her head.
*Drip.*
*Slurrrp.*
Yoshinari stuffing her tiny mouth with his massive pillar was profoundly lewd. Saliva dripped along her pale jawline, but she ignored the ache in her jaw, lost in his pheromonal musk, striving only to take him deeper.
"Hoo, hnn."
*Glurk.*
Did others know?
That Mori Yoshinari, esteemed retainer in the Oda Clan, could become such a vulgar, lewd woman.
That was when it happened.
Her mouth full of cock, saliva bubbled out and trickled down his shaft to wet his inner thigh. With a *pop*, she spat it out.
"Haa... *gasp*!"
She gulped air roughly before swallowing it again, closing her eyes as her hand unconsciously slipped to her drenched pussy nestled deep between her legs.
*Squish, squelch!
Fingering her irreversibly slutty cunt, her body shuddered. At the same time, she had to admit it.
That she'd become a depraved bitch who only responded to him now.