Phew! This is by far the longest 'battle' chapter I've ever written, so much so I'm splitting it into two parts. So, as you can read in the Mailbag below, other characters' return and further appearance will be delayed a bit more. Don't think I've forgotten about them - I'm no longer the person who wrote HV-S01: RKR under the influence of personal ego. Enjoy!

Watch for spoilers in the mailbag below, coming from superpierce's PM!
Batman who talks: Yes, there's a 'chance'. I haven't written anything with male gay content yet, so don't hold your breath.
neverplayedmgs: Oh, she'll show up... maybe about 2 chapters later. As you can surmise from that chapter's ending there, the next one will be a straight smut, followed by maybe an omake with Mai and Himiko. There you go: the spoiler. [...] Do you also know you're the first one who's mentioned that to me? I thought my readers are sharper than that as a group...
superpierce: TBH, because of the time we're living in right now, I'm not comfortable in writing any major religious figures in my story, and they're just going to get mentioned in passing. [...] Regarding Jesus... Yes, there's going to be a mention of him by another Heroic Vessel in a different series - one which will involve more modern European setting and culture compared to my first three stories. What's changed... is not much. There's an idea of making a Rome-era story prior to HV-S01: RKR, which will more directly involved the proper forming of Christianity around the 0 AD mark, but I canned that idea because of a lack of inspiration and research materials. The major influences my story will make (for story purposes only, of course) are more in regards to what happens next after that, as you can gleam from the conversations in HV-S03: SI about Europe and Britain's current states. I'll go more in-depth later, but these changes certainly won't be the focus before I properly publish the future story I mentioned above. [...] Jeanne's teachings, standings, fate, and global reputation is much different than her Proper Human History counterpart. That's as much as I can tell you because I haven't solidified the other idea points yet. And that's just regarding Christianity.

N.B.: Very M-rated scenes below. Read at your own risk. Naturally, this also applies to the next chapter... but such is our current world I'm likely going to have to copy this warning there too.

Truly, what a magnificent sight.

Across history, I'm sure there's no other view more beautiful and alluring than this. People spoke of heavenly places with utopian variety of pleasing colours, of enchanting scent and calming weather, of majestic natural and artificial construction both worldly and otherworldly.

Still, for men, nothing is or will be more exciting to the eyes than the sight of naked women… especially when knowing fully they're mine.

Not my words, but theirs. Well, technically it's mine, but they're all doing the wretched method of putting words full of praise in my mouth so they can hear it happily from me.

Evil, the lot of them. No one is superior than these lovers of mine in this aspect.

Chiyome knows full well of my level of perception, especially my visual acumen in this situation, forcing me into slow-motion somewhat, similar to certain kunoichi drugs which immobilized lesser men's physical faculties to ease interrogation. It could also be done with visual cues like what she's doing right now, using my knowledge and habit of following not only her lithe curves, but also her body's markings as closely as an art appraiser, captivating me in her spell – both literally and figuratively, since even without the restraining sensation of Magecraft I feel rooting my ass to the floor, I'm already at awe of her beauty, no different than the first time I saw her naked.

She carefully slides off her kimono from her shoulder – a rather fancier one than the miko uniform she often wears, and one I haven't seen before – one layer at a time, a piece of delicate fabric after another, until the markings and alluring skin peeking through the gaps of her garments form a continuous line, both predetermined during her birth and a result of her training until now. Chiyome is lean, yes, but far from childlike, especially after her latest 'moulting'. Certainly, the increased swell of her breasts and asscheeks are prominent, the former clearly so even though she's still only showcasing her back towards me.

My eyes, once again, can't help but follow her every move – the most basic hypnotism Magecraft, which uses physical distractions to ensnare the target's mind. I should be immune to this level of spellbinding, yet I'm currently questioning myself whether I want to or not.

She partially turned her face towards my state, eyes already slitted into serpentine pupils and dilating at the sight of the tent roused on my pants. I see the corners of her lips smirk even wider, knowing despite the rustling of clothes going on all around me with the other girls, my vision is completely stuck on her form.

Triumphantly, she sashays back half a step, picking up a few of her clothes with her toes and gently, oh-so-carefully, tosses them slightly to the side, deliberately weakening the action so to present her well-sculpted, toned leg and flash her smooth glistening crotch to me momentarily, before closing the gap again to return to her ladylike walk.

Then, like a dream, it's all over, returning to whence we came before – i.e. with her back on my lap, sitting and pretending to be innocent and not the cunning serpent playing with her food. She leans her thin back onto my embrace once again, but now with the renewed sensation of bare skin – her temperature is naturally colder than normal due to her body's peculiarities, but it still feels pleasant nonetheless, in contrast to Danzō's usually overwhelming body heat due to her larger frame and voluptuous curves, as well as the excess warmth generated from her new body.

Nudging my chin with her hair full of silky black hair, wafting the slight scent of her personally-brewed shampoo into my nose, she probes playfully, "You're tremendously hard today, my husband."

"How can I not be, when you've spent so much resources to craft this event?" I rely dryly, partially because it's hard to swallow the lustful lump down my throat as her short stature presents to me the view of the other three girls disrobing in a similar manner to her. "My dear wife, you are so beautiful."

She giggles. "Are you sure you want to single me out, and not praise the others alongside me?" Extending her hands to stroke the insides of my thighs, she adds, "Then, am I the most beautiful?"

As always, this question stumps me into silence. "…you're evil, Chiyome."

One hand rises up to cradle my jawline and pull my gaze away from the other three striptease show. "Well, is that not in my nature…? Regardless, we all aim for you to have a definitive answer after tonight, Shirō. Ready your loins."

As if on cue, Chiyome's first sentence from a few minutes ago initiated this scene of debauchery.

Being the closest to her at the start, Jūbei was the first one to enthusiastically mimic my wife's action, though careful not to talk as loudly and wantonly as before to avoid ruining the romantic mood.

Tonight, she's still wearing her usual multi-purpose garb, equally as comfortable on the battlefield as in negotiation rooms, but I only found out she's wearing rather fancier undergarments beneath – clearly silk negligee imported from Ming and hand-woven by her family's territory's finest artisans. Her body's fuller than Chiyome – just slightly – showcasing the budding curves of a young woman, ready to be plucked just when the girl's mature enough to be impregnated. While she's a few years beyond that – because I've seen really immature girls being involved in various arranged relationships – due to her military career, it's still on the right side of 'juvenile'.

Unlike Chiyome, she left her underwear on… and nothing else, because the usual bottom half was missing, ending just below her navel, leaving her pussy lips and well-trimmed thin hair exposed bravely. With a slight blush, her suddenly reserved demeanour when compared to her usual bold self stirred strange arousals from deep inside me, as she placed both hands behind her back and lightly thrusts out her hips, as if presenting her still-tight crotch towards me submissively, much in the same way the young prostitutes in Kyoto's Gion do when they're alone with their 'customers'.

One of Jūbei's main projects is the ongoing renovation and upgrade of said red-light district in various areas: organization, restrained luxury, hygiene, security, work benefits, etc., because 'Tenka Fubu' will entail a more open relationship with Nanban. And what better to showcase and control the foreigners than via the oldest poison in human history: prostitution? This includes regular women, kagema, and crossdressers of both genders and orientation. Right now, business is booming too much and becoming increasingly uncontrollable, leading to wasteful friction and resulting expenses as more and more variables come into play, such as the boon of yōkai-based establishments compared to human ones in certain areas and vice versa, which will undoubtedly turn into full-scale gang wars if left unsupervised.

Right now, though, that's the least of my concerns, as Chiyome's dainty palms have just slipped into the middle fold of my informal kimono and trace their way upwards of my chiselled chest, so lightly it feels she's tickling me more than fondling. However, once they reach my collars, her path continues wider and wider to spread my clothes – my obi having been cut without my knowledge when I was distracted by the naked bodies earlier.

As she casually disrobes me, from the side of her face, my gaze flies to both Danzō and Kippōshi, who are keeping their distance for different reasons, judging from their attitudes. I can't help but notice Chiyome's sweet smile growing ever more devilish, seemingly enjoying my helplessness in this situation to ogling and appreciating other women other than the person who I should, theoretically and legally, doing towards – she leans then leans in and places several chaste kisses all along my cheeks and jaw, whispering, "What do you think?"

- Gulp.

Finally, I manage to swallow the lump from earlier. She chuckles when, due to her close proximity, she can literally hear and feel said action.

- Boing! Boing! Boing! Boing!

In contrast to these first two girls, the sight of two pair of tits jiggling and wobbling about just from releasing their restraints and disrobing serves as a great contrast. While touching and feeling Chiyome and Jūbei derives its pleasure from an almost immoral arousal due to their juvenile and relatively unripe bodies, both Danzō and Kippōshi are fully-grown women.

Yes, Kippōshi's technically still growing, since the figure she told me before of her adult self would be nearly as tall as me and way beyond Danzō's current status as the tallest among them, making her now-large breasts more proportional to her latter height. Her flaming red hair even cutely matches her erect nipples in colour, engorged with blood as they are now. In contrast, Danzō's are visibly darker, matching the thick, black pubic hair covering the top of her mound, trimmed rather thicker than Jūbei's – though that's not a very fair comparison since the younger girl's hair down there is thinner than most, making it easier to groom. Kippōshi, noticing my eyes travelling up and down her body, returns again to her uncharacteristically shy self and demurely overlaps her thighs' upper side to hide her already-dripping pussy lips, with only a crimson tuft of hair peeking through the enticing triangle.

Unique among the girls is Danzō, who stubbornly maintained the latest version of her kunoichi uniform even now, among lovers and best friends. However, surprisingly, a gust of white petals flash around her by the time Jūbei and Kippōshi have just reached for their sashes, revealing her with a hanami-viewing kimono and haori, pale lilac underneath maroon, the former with delicate vines travelling randomly across while the latter has simpler, large five-petalled floral pattern. It's surprisingly androgynous and well-covering for her who is never shy of flaunting her sex appeal… until she simply loosens her obi and reaches into her kimono folds, and pulls out two pieces of cloth in an instant.

Her underwear, that is.

Which means she actually goes for the opposite approach: the knowledge of a pretty lady like her, filling out her thick kimono and haori incredibly well and hinting of the various sizes and shapes underneath, buck naked under all those outfits. The middle folds part open just barely, giving a glimpse of perfect, succulent skin and incredibly deep valleys both above and below, sandwiched by voluptuous mountains either sides.

Unlike Kippōshi, her method of concealing her sensitive parts is both simpler and delicately more complex – by crawling towards me and Chiyome on all fours, ensuring her crotch isn't even visible beyond what pubic hair I can see earlier, and her loose clothes will cover the rest.

- Chu. Chu. Chu.

However, this majestic view – of Jūbei, Kippōshi, and Danzō – is suddenly obscured from me when Chiyome pulls me into a deep kiss, this time with her normal small tongue instead of her serpentine one she favours for blowjobs. I close my eyes, enjoying her small, thin lips and tiny tongue flicking across my rough mouth, sucking and prodding for access which I grant almost immediately, allowing her to set the pace for once.

- Chu.

However, when I expect her to continue a few seconds longer, she teasingly merely flicks the tips of our tongue together before pulling out, trailing and fixating her gaze against mine as her head moves downwards in accordance to her kisses and licks down my neck, chest, abdomen, pubic mound, and finally my free cock, whose covering has also been absconded away without my knowledge. Despite there being three other gorgeous girls slowly shuffling my way, my sight is once again enraptured by Chiyome and Chiyome only – and the light in her eyes shows she knows it very well, narrowing them seductively while giving my tip a too-gentle kiss.

"Mgh…" I can't help but groan when the anticipation is fulfilled only by the brush my beloved wife's lips, but it's immediately cut of with a relieved exhale when she captured my cockhead into her small mouth, working it with the insides of her cheek and tongue repeatedly while stroking the rest of my sizeable girth with one hand – the other is beckoning Jūbei to come over. "Owah… C-Chiyome…"

- Chupo… Chupo… Chupo…

The sound emanating from her blowjob is obscenely wet, Chiyome deliberately smacking and puckering and flicking her lips and tongue against the bulbous red cockhead rather exaggeratedly. It's to the point the usually outwardly-lewd Jūbei blushes hard at the noise and shape Chiyome's lips and cheeks are making, stretching the limit of human facial anatomy and presenting an incredibly obscene expression without tapping into her personal ninjutsu and Apotheosis.

Still, the younger girl obediently comes over and substitutes Chiyome's stroking hand with clasping her lips onto the main meaty shaft, hesitantly following my wife's lead to the level she dares because of her relative inexperience despite a wealth of perverted knowledge – her eyes gazing upward not to seduce, but to seek confirmation and praise of what she's doing from me since Chiyome's clearly occupied. Light pecks and nervous licks are the order of the day for her, unusual due to her usually-confident blowjobs.

- Chu… Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Rero…

However, before I can grant her that through simple gestures, another sensation has already assaulted me… in the form of a kneeling Kippōshi – her crimson hair now relatively under control when compared to earlier today, merely radiating a pleasant heat contrasting Chiyome's cooler body temperature.

I spread my legs wider from my original seating position to enable three heads to fit in there without much friction, though I'm sure Jūbei and Kippōshi won't mind, being more outwardly bisexual than Chiyome and Danzō. All of their long flowing hair tickle my inner thigh, granting me new insight on how their texture, while similar in a glance, differs slightly due to their bodies, upbringing, and current treatment.

Before I can fully enjoy these differences, my field of vision is blocked from the arousing scene of three beautiful lovers pampering my cock with their oral region… by Danzō's turn to kiss, and she lingers on far longer than Chiyome.

- Chupo… Chupo… Chupo…

Placing my face firmly in-between her palms, she leans onto me with all her weight – which, let's face it, is of a higher number than the others – before draping her arms over my shoulder to push me back onto the floor. Amazingly, before my head can feel the tatami, she expertly moves behind me and makes it land on her soft, wide thighs, allowing me to see her infatuated expression and affectionate gaze… along with the exposed skin of the middle of her body.

"Ah, D-Danzō… M-Mgh… Ooh…" I can't even articulate her name clearly because of intense pleasure constantly attacking my cock. Usually, with a single-person blowjob, there's a rhythm I can get used to, but certainly not a concert trio of delectable mouths, lips, tongues, and throats. I don't even know who's sucking on it right now – one has it halfway into her throat and pumping slowly to savour my reactions, while the other two have basically swallowed my balls into their oral cavities and are playing around with them, sending electric shocks from those tender organs up my spine. "Mmm!"

My moans are muffled when the buxom kunoichi leans down and captures my mouth into hers once again, matching the slow tempo which has been the theme since earlier. Gently accepting my prodding tongue but not submissive; instead, she's dancing with and around it tastefully, ensuring the most contact is available for my liking every time.

"Ah… Ahmmm… Mnmnnhhh…" she moans sweetly whenever my upper body jerks upward under constant pleasure shocks from the blowjob trio, placing more pressure onto the kiss. She gently cups and strokes my face, almost babying it, but the intensity of our union is far more adult than that adjective. Mumbling into my throat, she whispers, "Milord… Milord… Milord…"

I spend the next few minutes like that, in what can only be described as oral heaven. Danzō is expertly stimulating my mouth, at times taking a more passive role and opening wide so I can explore her soft tongue and cheeks, and at another instance going firmly aggressive and devours my own. The intensity of softness and wetness around my cock is even more exceptional, to the point I can't really control my lions' twitches every time a differently-shaped lips and mouth and tongue captures my cockhead and sucks and sucks and sucks and sucks and sucks and sucks… and licks and licks and licks and licks and licks and licks and licks and licks… and bites and bites and bites and bites and bites and bites and bites and bites…

- Chu… Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Chupo… Chupo… Chupo…Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Chupo… Chupo… Chupo…Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Chupo… Chupo… Chupo…Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Chupo… Chupo… Chupo…Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Rero… Chu… Chupo… Chupo… Chupo…Rero…

Chiyome, Jūbei, and Kippōshi expertly navigate the task of substituting between their roles, still persisting on one person mildly vacuuming the bulbous tip and its underside, while the other two lick and nibble upon my thick shaft and playing with my balls with their soft hands. 'How can they be so soft while all they do is train hard and fight in wars every day?' I muse with whatever cognitive ability I have left under the cloud of pleasure, edging ever closer to an orgasm which Chiyome constantly cruelly denies with her silent organizing of the other two women.

"P-Puha!" Danzō finally pulled out from our deep and soul-stirring kiss, though still doesn't grant me the view of the three beauties servicing my cock by virtue of her slouched position… and, admittedly, the size of her breasts. "M-Milord… w-was that s-satisfactory for you?" She tenderly asks, stroking my head like a mother would, lightly stuttering along the way.

Certainly, there won't be plenty of mothers who'll say that while other girls are giving their children blowjobs, but it's arousing nonetheless.

"Very definitely," I say, trying my best to control my voice from hitching from the torturous sucking and licking and nibbling. "…are you… putting forth more effort because we're hosting Kōtarō-kun?"

She simply smiles mysteriously. "Perhaps."

My eyes go slightly wider when she peels off her inner garments a bit further, now fully showcasing her full and heavy tits, then touches her nipples to my face. "Would you have more of a taste of my… motherly qualities?"

- Spurt.

"Mn…!"

When one of her rock-hard nipples slips into my mouth, she squeezes… and milk comes out.

From the edge of what her breasts don't cover, I see her face contorting rather shyly. "Umm… This is one of the new things I've developed for you. Do enjoy, milord."

To be frank, I've tasted breast milk plenty of times before. Naturally, they're very sweet, creamy, and absolutely delicious to drink – I mean, how can it not when picky infants have to drink it to survive and grow properly? I'm personally a fan, and it's one of my guilty pleasures regarding one of my goals for being a Heroic Vessel: to prepare the following generations for successive soul transplants. And that starts with making babies first.

This is the first time I can feel the positive boost from inhabiting a body containing the bloodline of a Heroic Vessel – in this case, 'my' direct ancestor Minamoto-no-Yoritomo – enabling far greater efficiency and efficacy in both physical and magical combat. I mean, beforehand, the bodies Alaya prepared for me already felt like overkill when I could match Gilgamesh blow-by-blow in my first inexperienced assignment… and now, with my Conceptual Weight being significantly greater than most around me, it rather feels unfair. And I'm not one to ever feel guilty about that. People who deliberately weaken themselves just to enjoy a good fight and the thrill of near-death experience are truly beyond me to understand, despite me personally knowing some incredibly famous examples across my missions.

Ah, where was I? Oh, ahem… about breast milk.

"A-Ahn…! M-Milord… Ah~ ! Ah~ ! Yes~ !" Danzō lovingly squeals and moans when I seriously suck on her hard nubs, giving one a longer attention before switching to the next, two hands constantly circling just one large tit to massage it from the root aaaaaaaaaallllllllllllll the way to the peak, milking her like a cow. "I-I'm cumming…!"

- Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

It appears the side effect of modifying her own body without permission for this type of sexual play is increased sensitivity around the nipples and areolas. As a result, when she unexpectedly orgasms quickly, even more milk jets out from their pores into my mouth and face, spilling all over her lap as she trembles, fighting to not arch her back in pleasure and deny me the opportunity to sample more delicacies from her. My sight is obscured by a thick white curtain, leading me unable to enjoy the sight of her pretty face contorting uncontrollably from pleasure.

The thick, sweet, rich scent and taste overwhelm me to the point the tingling from my cock is momentarily forgotten, turning me into a rabid cub eager to lap and drain its mother of her nourishing milk. Both my hands – large as they are from years of blacksmithing and fighting, are still unable to fully encapsulate her tits – shift to grabbing the two meat jugs and roughly kneading them, pointing their impressive ejaculation right back to my mouth until her two nipples fit back in it.

Then, I suck with everything I have, though still not enough to match Chiyome's and Danzō's regular vacuum-like blowjob when they both transform their bodies. Which, thankfully, in this case they haven't, or the sense of fulfilment and excitement from this situation will be lost from the overwhelming orgasm I'll have then.

It should be sickening by now, because natural breast milk contains so much flavour and nutrients adults don't need apart from sexual gratification purposes… and it's one clue Danzō's new breast milk is artificial. Yes, on the surface, the taste is similar, but for an experienced chef like me, it's easy to take apart its constituents just from how it changes and lasts on the tongue and the mouthfeel.

Spoken like a true connoisseur of perversion… Yes, shamefully, that title does exist and describes me very well.

- Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

Still, the distraction proves momentary. A few seconds after Danzō climaxes, I follow when the built-up tension rushes in all at once when I finish processing what makes her milk so drinkable. Instead, I give Chiyome, Jūbei, and Kippōshi my own milk – not sure which one of them is currently desperately stuffing her cheeks with it, clearly having stolen a march on the other two for it.

"G-Grrhhh…!" I groan into the kunoichi's soft tits as my loins clench, enjoying the after-service when the unknown girl in question drags her lips back just before the tip, and sucking everything out like drinking from a large, meaty straw. "M-Mphffft…!" Unintentionally, the stimulation leads me lose control of my Reinforcement towards my mouth, ending up in me biting Danzō rather painfully. "Grrttt…! S-Sorry, Danzō!"

"H-Hyaun!"

However, it appears I don't have anything to apologize for, since she has a minor follow-up orgasm from the fresh pain. In reality, both I and Chiyome have made her new body strong enough she won't even have a mark because of this accident, but I'm still allowed some concern for the girl I love, no?

Our short interaction pauses the torturous blowjob situation, and I hear Kippōshi utters nervously, "Err… Are you two alright? D-Did we go too far, Shirō?"

Danzō and I untangle from each other's embrace – me sitting up from my prone position, and her forming a quick hand-sign to gather most of the spilt milk around us into a steaming white-yellow ball – and I reply, "Ah, no, we're fine, Kippōshi. Just… Ahaha, I think I cummed too much just now and startled everyone." Scratching the back of my head lightly to break the tension, I turn my attention towards the buxom kunoichi, smiling rather awkwardly. "That… was delicious, my lovely Danzō. It may sound strange, but… why don't you let the others have a taste?"

She looks rather more surprised at my hesitant tone than what I'm saying, instantly replying, "There is no request of yours I will doubtfully execute, milord. Especially if it's just something this simple… and interesting."

"Oh, oh! Let me try it first!" Jūbei excitedly leaps forward, crawling over me towards the concentrated liquid ball in front of Danzō. "Ugh… I wish my teats are as magnificent as yours, Danzō-san," she part-grumbles and part-jokes, careening her neck further despite having part of her lower body still stuck beside my thighs, "Looks delicious…"

"They are."

Danzō blushes at our short conversation and declaration, before cupping her hands together and guides the ball from underneath towards Jūbei's expectant mouth.

I have to be honest, seeing girls share breast milk with each other is yet another boon of being a Heroic Vessel – of losing one's self enough to form the best match for others and leading to a harmonious polygamy, regardless of how much I'm trying to follow my previous lovers' advice to truly become fully human again with all its inherent negative qualities. If I can be the unnaturally perfect man for the girls, culminating in their salvation and eventual happiness, why should I change myself further for my sense of self-satisfaction?

Ah, let's stay in the moment and cast those thoughts aside for now. Looking too far ahead risks losing valuable time and memories made in the present… and aren't those what we all cherish near the end of our lives? I am both SHIRŌ and Sengo Muramasa right now, and have to live accordingly.

Besides, it'll be a crime if I don't choose to enjoy what these girls are willing to give me after years of personal investment from me, returning more of their emotional quotient than what amount I receive. It all sounds clinically cold, but that's the closest description I can give without descending into romantic analogies and erotic poetries.

I want to savour the sight of Jūbei swallowing large globs of Danzō's delicious milk, but my wife decides to slide alongside the younger girl and places her face near my ear. From her bulging mouth, it's clear she's the one who eventually ends the blowjob and finishes my resistance off… and from the look in her eyes, she knows just the thing which will drive me even wilder this time.

- Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

That's not the noise of someone chugging down water, but more akin to the struggles of a child trying to pour thick natto down their throat. Which, considering Chiyome's lithe figure, is a surprisingly apt description. I can't assume what thickness my semen assumes when I shoot it, but I imagine it's thinned down quite a bit from mixing with her saliva. However, her lips thins as she quivers, though they still manage to force out a smile.

I stroke her cheek. "Spit it out. You've swallowed enough of my cum to bloat your belly over the years, right?"

- Gulp!

As I say that, she finishes her 'beverage' by tilting her head up and forcing her throat to expand and constrict rhythmically, granting me the sight of her slender, sensuous neck bulging according to the movement of my glob of semen.

"I think…" she breathes out, a neutral scent emanating from her mouth and nostrils, "…your milk is more delicious, dear husband."

- Chu.

I return her kiss from the start of this lovemaking session, expecting to taste the bittersweet pungent semen left over, but am shocked when I merely sense Chiyome's usual flavour. With the puzzle pieces clicking into the picture of a sexual trick to eliminate smell and taste which may put off males, I sincerely say, "Thank you, dear wife. Everything you prepare is exquisite." Tapping her jawline, eliciting a small proud smile from her, I add, "I want to say 'as usual', but am afraid of undermining how much I appreciate and love all of you…"

- Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the mood, Jūbei is making the noises she usually emits when cutting loose in her noble parties and after several bottles of highly-polished sake. "Puha! Mmnnn! Danzō-san, you're amazing!"

"A-Ah, thank you, Jūbei-san." The kunoichi trips over her words when she has to catch the girl who suddenly throws herself at the former, mouth eager to suck the milk directly from the source, but the kunoichi is too aware of what's going to happen and promptly shut her off. "Apologies, however; there's nothing left."

"Muu! That's clearly a lie! You're spoiling Senpai! Injustice, I say; injustice!" Jūbei throws a small jovial tantrum, puffing her cheeks while burying them into Danzō's cleavage as she looks up to the latter. "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!"

"A-Ah, Jūbei…" Kippōshi awkwardly tries to separate them, rather shamed about her retainer's childish behaviour. However, it appears giving me a blowjob earlier has aroused her tremendously since her knees and thighs are shaking enough to spray some fluid she's leaking from her snatch – nicely visible from her movement towards Jūbei from where I'm at – onto the floor. "You're bothering Danzō-san. O-Oi…"

I want to watch on this building comedy show further, but Chiyome, as always, has something to grab my attention right away.

This time, it's from the sudden return of wetness descending upon my cock's tip. Cleverly, Chiyome holds her position long enough until I realize what's going on and look down… to her unbelievable and criminally tight snatch positioning itself nicely to be parted by my dick. Clear liquid drips down my shaft, both her preliminary love juice and the remains of the three girls' spit during the blowjob, tickling my scrotum when the droplets land on its skin.

Her naked skin, one I've seen and memorized enough to burn into my Heroic Vessel soul, is flushed red. Her scars and markings, usually unappealing crimson to others while charming to me, glow a different enough shade to differentiate themselves from her regular skin – beating slowly, ever-so-sensuously according to her lustful heart.

She keeps silent, expecting me to say something first. Obliging, I whisper to her ear, "I want you, Chiyome."

- Srrt!

"A-A-A-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Knowing her joyful cries are arousing to me, Chiyome doesn't hold back in her exclamation of pleasure, melded with slight surprise and pain of her still way-too-tight hole spread apart forcibly by my cock. I swallow a deep groan, her insides scorching me via both body heat and friction, which is always surprising no matter how much we fuck because of two things: her lower-than-normal skin temperature and her penchant of internal lubrication. In a sense, because she seems wet enough, it doesn't mean she's ready for a deep penetration up slightly past her womb.

And, every time, she'll always stroke my face to calm my worries, saying, "Geez… W-We've done this s-so many times, and you still m-makes that face…"

"Says the person with a messy face," I jest, kissing and licking off the tears starting to drop from her eyes' corners. "You're still as ravishing as the first time I take you."

- Chlup!

I match my words with a few sharp upward strikes from our seating position up to her deepest parts, where her conditioned uterus perfectly captures my cock tip every time, giving it a parting, sticky kiss whenever I pull back lightly before letting go, creating a mulching sound deep inside her belly she used to grow so embarrassed about. She buries her face in my shoulder to muffle any more sound, knowing her volume will get louder and louder as things go on… since Danzō, Jūbei, and Kippōshiare looking on enviously and nervously – the former because they, too, can't wait to fuck after more than a dozen minutes just having foreplay, and the latter because they're slightly unnerved about how turned-on they've made me into.

Still, the buxom kunoichi has quickly unentangled herself from the clingy and unreasonable Jūbei, positioning the younger girl so she's now under Kippōshi's rather confused pampering. Crawling over to us, every single piece of clothing now discarded aside and granting both the flushed Chiyome and me view of her dangling breasts and thick behind, Danzō spoke to my wife, "Pardon me for saying this, but… Chiyome-sama, I'll make you cum."

"H-Huh?! No, stay away! You're not going to- Ighiiiiii…!" The slender kunoichi squeals when her fuller compatriot reaches down with her fingers and pries open her asshole, gently matching my rocking motion and caressing her bulging rectum along the outline of my thick cock moving inside her. "S-Stop! Stop this r-right nnnnnnoooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww…!"

"Apologies, but for the sake of time efficiency, please be obedient." Rather expressionlessly, apart from the redness of her ears' tips, Danzō adds, "Didn't we all agree to switch whenever one of us has reached a climax? There's still three more people here; I implore you not to be selfish, Chiyome-sama."

"T-This and that are d-different t-t-tttttthhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggsssssssss…!" Chiyome slurs when my cock's upwards arch pokes a point beside her womb's mouth, body shaking to contain her orgasm and prolong the act. "I-It still h-hasn't b-been a m-minute…"

Unable to take it anymore, I mediate, "Alright, alright… Danzō, can you use that and make her cum two more times? I'll do you next after that because it's likely I'll shoot by then."

"Acknowledged."

She takes her position behind Chiyome so my slender wife can't see what's going on, but she retains enough mental capacity to realize what I'm talking about. "S-Shirō! Not that! Please, I… I-I want to enjoy this a while longer…"

"I concur," Kippōshi butts in, shuffling closer to us with Jūbei dangling from her back and over her shoulders. "She's your first wife, Shirō. You can pamper her more; don't stick to the rules too much, Danzō-san, as well." She ends with a slight chiding, though all of us know she doesn't really hold any authority over the kunoichi.

In fact, even this kind of conversation is a good sign of their improved casual relationship, since previously it's been too formal owing to the established class-and-rank separation. For instance, Kippōshi would never deliberately lord over someone if she didn't believe she held an undeniable advantage over the other party, choosing to stay silent or delegate the conversation to someone else. The 'Oda Nobunaga' I also know, on the contrary, was overly brazen to the point of making enemies left and right; I think of this version's restraint as a good thing, especially after she told me of what she knew of her other self and how she herself came to be.

Thankfully, it also lightens my load in making 'Tenka Fubu' more successful than its original iteration. After all, the founder herself has changed a few things after literal life-changing experiences – pun not intended – and her retainers amplified this improvement so it's even more solid and widespread than it was before.

One of her largest detractors before, in her previous life, was the religious sects who misunderstood what 'Tenka Fubu' truly meant, not helped by her annoyance of their arguments and subsequent heated replies culminated in all-out warfare, in which neither side actually had an idea of what they're fighting for in the first place – merely the hatred against one another and necessity to eliminate the other party to ensure their survival. The Hongan-ji became the martial and spiritual centre of Oda resistance, helped by inept government who constantly delayed their desire of demilitarizing temples and centres of learning regardless of their fear of potential unchecked powers – they simply feared Nobunaga more, and chose the lesser evil, ironically speaking.

Of course, things were obviously different now.

Yoritomo's set-up meant the imperial family and Minamoto Clan aren't only united, but also stronger than ever, packed with quality individuals who're far-seeing and relatively unselfish, always working with the goal of humanity's improvement in the end. That, in reality, is the Minamoto Clan's Sorcery Trait – beyond the Noble Phantasms, beyond the inherited skills and spells and memories, beyond the treasures the family has collected over the years – Alaya's dying mandate of humanity's final salvation.

On the other hand, Chiyome's mandate is clearly being ignored by Danzō and encouraged by me, who's spreading her small buttcheeks aside.

Indeed, what my wife can't see but fully know – since we developed Danzō's new body together, after all – is the level of Self-Modification… which can also grow a real-life cock out of her crotch similar to what modern fantasies often depicts futanaris (even though that's the incorrect technical term).

"My apologies, Chiyome-sama… I wish to be selfish right now," the buxom kunoichi breathes into her slenderer counterpart's ear. "Besides, I've always admired how beautiful your chrysanthemum gate is."

"THAT'S NOT A COMPLIMENT I WANT TO HEA- A-A-A-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Kippōshi cutely jumps in fright at the sight playing out in front of her, followed by Jūbei's crass remark, "Wow… they look identical. What do you think, Nobunaga-sama?"

She is, of course, referring to how similar Danzō's new, perverted growth is to my original one. And it should be obvious to these two spectators since they've spent plenty of up-close-and-personal time with my cock: we modelled it after my own, because Danzō and Chiyome simply didn't know anyone else's.

And now, inside Chiyome's tight asshole – one which pressure I know very well – another thick cock is summarily jammed into it without much of a foreplay or warning.

Granted, I saw Danzō dribbling down a lot of drool on it before insertion, but of course that's incomparable to one's own natural juices. It's not like my wife's inexperienced in anal, so her rectum should be pumping out lubricants since the start when I was still banging her pussy along with her first orgasm. Still, seeing her contorting her face in both pain and pleasure is always pleasing to my eyes – at least momentarily, before worry quickly and inadvertently comes later.

- Chu…

Since her mouth is already wide open from the sudden intrusion just now, I may as well take it and suck on her hanging tongue to silence her scream before her throat gets sore. My hands, which have been spreading her butt just now until Danzō settles down, moves up to behind her spindly neck to keep her occupied with me and not to the overwhelming pleasure she's undoubtedly experiencing right now, partially filtered by her body's own protective mechanisms to avoid overloading her nervous system.

At times, this often leads to girls passing out, but my lovers are made of sterner stuff. Of course, the downside to having the capacity to handle a lot more pleasure means it's going to be more painful as they approach their limit – because mine is some way higher than theirs – leading to some uncomfortable side effects the day after.

And in the midst of our victory over Nihon's central plains, we can't afford having someone side-lined, especially due to such a trivial reason like sexual overindulgence.

It's embarrassing, to put it mildly. The maids among the Minamoto Clan and the outsourcing workers in the Sengo forge have already had plenty of gossip materials about us, and while the former's ability to keep their mouths shut is trustworthy, the latter is troublesome and uncontrollable. Right now, they have enough respect for me and the family name not to stir up any trouble, but what if they're in a pinch and are offered relieving things by our opponents in exchange for information? There's no doubt they'll crack, given they're thinking this is just some worthless gossip to them, but a very crucial weapon to use against us by our enemies.

Do I care? Personally, no. But there's a high chance my lovers will be negatively affected by that event, so I'll do my best to anticipate and snuff out this trouble right at the nub.

Speaking of nubs…

"Chiyome-san is so beautiful…" Jūbei coos, having let go of her lord's embrace and scoots over to our side. "Now I get why Senpai's so frustrated at your insecurities…"

One of my hands shoots forward and immediately pinches her naked thigh, eliciting a yelp from the brash girl. "Can you choose your words better? You're beginning to sound like Kippōshi."

"H-Hey! I object to that remark!" The Princess General protests, her red hair flaying upwards and everywhere in concert with her emotions. "I am tactful, thank you very much."

Matching my rhythm to Danzō's faster thrusts, bouncing Chiyome's small body on top of both our laps, I counter, "Didn't Bontenmeru-chan officially file a complaint against you with your… molesting of her, both verbally and physically?"

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! Shut up, shut up, shut up! T-That was just a m-misunderstanding!" Kippōshi instantly screams, scrabbling over behind me to pinch my cheeks painfully, seeing both my more accessible side and front are already occupied by two gorgeous girls already. Noticing my Reinforcement has reached even this body part, making it as hard to pinch as aged tree bark, she turns to ruffling her flaming hair in frustration instead, spreading embers all over the place. "It was an accident! ACCIDENT! Stop bringing that up!"

"But Louíse-sama keeps putting effort into using that… misconduct to gain an upper hand in our negotiations, Nobunaga-sama," Jūbei causally remarks, in-between licks to Chiyome's small-yet-hard nipples and my wife's sweet moans. "Shouldn't you accept Date-dono's demands for a personal meeting?"

"Don't you dare! I'll never give out that order! Hmph!" Kippōshi angrily shoots her proposal down, though finally stops fussing around and settles on grumbling with placing her chin on my shoulder. "She can come here herself if she wants me to take responsibility for something I didn't do!" Emphasizing the final phrase, she quivers next. "S-Shirō… Y-You believe me, right?"

Disregarding the fact I was the one who started this topic just several seconds ago, I'm not really in a position to answer her seriously. True to what I promised earlier, Chiyome has orgasmed quickly… and in succession at that, thanks to Danzō's 'assistance', squeezing and wringing out both our dicks tremendously with her ever-increasingly hot holes. Because I'm more used to fucking her cloaca in her transformed body, her real pussy's and womb's pressure give much more stimulation than expected, going beyond what I described as a 'kiss' earlier into a full-on devouring sensation – and it's undoubtedly what Danzō's feeling right now, given her newfound silence.

The buxom kunoichi has turned quiet precisely because she can't really make a sound right now, her face melting into an overwhelmed expression with glazed eyes and slightly-opened mouth, drooling over the latter's edges, thrusting her hips fiercely absentmindedly as her body goes out of control from the influx of information it's receiving. "Haa… Haa… Haa… C-Chiyome-sama… Haa… Haa… Haa… C-Chiyome-sama… Haa… Haa… Haa…" she utters in a haze.

To be honest, I'm not the person to criticize her because I'm feeling the exact same thing. I'm just more experienced with my own dick – I'm born with it through several lifetimes, after all – so Danzō's newness to this whole 'gender-bender' thing may be to her detriment, in contrast to her stated desire earlier in order to finish Chiyome quicker so I can fuck the former. It looks like if I don't end this and snap her out of it soon, she won't stop swinging her hips and enjoying the ultra-concentrated pleasure her dick is currently experiencing, judging from her eyes which, despite us technically at eye-level, aren't actually seeing me or anyone else, lost in lust.

"Ugh!"
"Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…!"

- Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
- Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

The constant suction ends up finishing the two of us off, while Chiyome is off in her own world, enjoying herself and forgetting the situation at hand. Danzō and I cum at the same time – I can even literally feel her cock's pulsations through my wife's thin intestinal walls – flooding the person in our middle, folded in half with her legs up in the air, strained and tight from her constant orgasms, full of sperm.

Well, it's technically 'sperm' for Danzō, but it's just an artificial love juice extracted from her own womb's depths, as the cock's nerves connect directly to her original reproductive system, with some spots taking over the others' roles while another overlaps and actually doubles the pleasure.

Still, it's enough to knock Chiyome out due to the neural overload I explained earlier. Amusingly, her body remains stiff and twitching non-stop even though her eyes have rolled back and mouth wide agape with tongue cutely peeking out. No sound comes out, meaning the otherwise-silent room is only filled with the noise of thick goo pumping into squirming wet holes.

"Haa… Haa… Haa…" Danzō breathes heavily, her expression has melted to a point I've never seen when she's with me, her head leaning up to face the roof. After a few seconds, her mind comes back to her and she visibly jumps slightly in her place, immediately turning her attention to the three gazes watching her afterglow in both arousal and amusement. "A-Ah… U-Uhmmm… P-Pardon me!"

She wants to quickly retreats, but her legs have turned to jelly after both sitting and cumming at the same time, locking her smaller muscles in place. Her cock first struggles, then emerges with a loud, "Pop!" from Chiyome's unforgiving asshole, itself stretching and refusing to let go, before instantly automatically closing again to prevent any semen from spurting out like an enema. In the end, the buxom kunoichi merely falls half a step onto her thick ass, her large breasts which were leaking out milk earlier bouncing in sync with her semi-flaccid cock, the latter is the one currently dripping out delectable fluids to the floor.

One which Jūbei won't miss, especially since she didn't get to drink from Danzō's body earlier. "I got dibs!"

Before the older woman realizes it, her cock is already gobbled up by Jūbei's impudent mouth, the girl herself sliding on the floor and smoothly swallows most of the length in one movement.

"Kyah!"