WARNING: Very M-rated chapter below. Read (and enjoy) at your own risk.

Welcome back! Here's the first of 4 smut chapters planned. In accordance to the order I introduced the girls in the first 8 chapters of this story, I'm going to flip things around and have Juubei-chan start first. For those of you who's curious how she looks naked and aroused, check out Nekosaki Aoi-sensei's work on Oda Nobuna no Yabou (NSFW warning... though I assume you're all knowledgeable enough to know that and be responsible).

It's always cute seeing Jūbei shuffle around nervously, no matter how long I've known her… which, admittedly, is surprisingly recent, considering how long I've been by Kippōshi's side.

All those years ago, she was just another random noble kid who got to be paired up with Kippōshi – a typical attempt to curry favours and build relationships. I was sure Jūbei knew of her duty, being one of the few children her age to comprehend how heavy the responsibility she has to carry. Yes, the Akechi and Oda Clans are close, but that doesn't guarantee mercy in the face of mistakes and failures. Hence, Jūbei was a little girl who disdains those two aspects with a vengeance, to the point it's negatively impacting her friendships with the other children.

Kippōshi, ever the maverick, was the first one to impress Jūbei with her charisma and firmness of mind.

…of course, that meant I was equally seen as a nobody by this adorably shy girl in front of me when we first met. After all, how could we think differently? Both parties saw each other as someone who's merely lucky to be granted an audience with the Oda Clan's next heir, and not one overwhelmingly competent. Talent? As children, 'talent' like what we're willing to show off were a dime a dozen back then, proved by how many incredible Princess Generals in this generation when compared to our predecessors. Every pair of parents shouted to the world how 'heaven-defying' their children was, as if to make up for their anonymity among the real players of the world, trying their best to draw the slightest bit of attention to their family.

It rather irked me, because that title belonged only to my cute sister, Himiko. Even I don't dare call myself that in my mind when I was 'born' into this world, no matter how true it was.

I still remembered my and Jūbei's first 'fight' – so childish and laughably stupid we'd roll around and cancel this round of sex if I brought it up – and soon after, we're good friends.

Good friends who end up marrying each other, that.

It's really curious, this arrangement the girls have. As if to cement the idea of some sort of faux-hierarchy existing between me and my wives, they decided to have their wedding nights in order of the lowest ranked – tonight is Jūbei, and our technical 'first'.

Curious, because… well, the other three are literally just in the rooms adjacent to this one – Kippōshi has decided long ago we'll all live here together when our marriages are finalized, and has sequestered a section of Gifu Castle for… what Jūbei indecently calls our 'Love Nest'. Danzō was supremely bothered by that phrase when she first heard it, being the most uptight among our group, but Kippōshi and Chiyome merely found it amusing. I suspect they had similar naming ideas in the past, but were too embarrassed of what Danzō and I would think if we heard it from their mouths.

Honestly, with my rather modern sensibilities, it doesn't bother me that much. Only when Himiko's smug, condescending face appears to tease me about it do I feel the urge to smack my own face. Or the rest of the Hyakki Yakō's mischievous expressions… especially that bastard Tatsumi.

Honestly, how on earth he ends up being a devoted househusband after meeting one girl, with his personality, is beyond me. He's even gotten himself a devoted kōhai – though that was an inaccurate description of that new girl – and two nice sons, who're certainly of better characters than their father. Who do they take after, hm?

Kippōshi would slap him upside the head if she heard this thought of his about her long-departed younger sister, Kohaku. Unfortunately, as is typical of this age, mourning periods are very short, and duties demand Kippōshi and Tatsumi to let go of their grief over her passing quickly. There's just simply no time to be depressed over a lifetime, because this era, as peaceful as it has gotten, has no patience for the stagnant and lame. They'll die as soon as they cast aside their fighting spirit, just as Kippōshi's former self gave up at the edge of her and Nō's death. It doesn't mean Kohaku is forgotten, but her relatives are expected to not show any lingering attachment to her death in the name of 'dignity'.

Yes, that's bullshit, but changes have to come gradually.

- Gulp…

Despite already sleeping together for quite some time, Jūbei is still oddly fidgety whenever the occasion turns formal. I can hear a big dollop of saliva going down her throat, and my cock hardens a touch when I imagine it going down the same passage, with her teary face struggling to swallow everything down, but still wholeheartedly attempting to do her best. She gazes down to my raging member magnificently straining my pants, her blush intensifying, as a shy, inviting smile forms on her face.

We're still in our wedding garments, but they're going into be discarded soon. It's also quite amusing how the girls insisted on keeping the clothes throughout this lovemaking session, even if it'll stretch for days – one night per wife, so as to allow me to lavish my full attention to each of them – so I should keep them clean because I'm going to need them tomorrow… and the next day… then the day after…

I heard the murmurs of the small audience back during the wedding ceremony… about how dull Jūbei's choice of attire was. To me, she's currently the most beautiful in the world regardless of what they all said, and certainly deserving of the attention of every fibre of my being.

Like Himiko, who questioned me after the ceremony ended, I was curious how modern my wives all look. Even Chiyome and Jūbei, who chose the most Nihon-inspired themes, wore designs which should only be created several centuries later, deep into the Edo Period at the height of Shinto infusion across Nihon's culture. Perhaps the Heroic Vessel's presence, as well as this world's strange acceptance of reincarnators like Kippōshi, are to blame, but that's honestly not a very well-thought out, deep explanation. I certainly can't question this aspect too much, because I use modern philosophies in my blacksmithing as well.

Jūbei wrapped her slender frame with traditional, pure white shiromuku – the clue's in the name, really – though with only a figure-hugging furisode without a significant kakeshita. Her wataboshi was more of a turban than the typical hood, as proof of the anachronistic fashion she's chosen once again, framing her large forehead amicably, tempting me throughout the ceremony to take a peck and slobber her face with my saliva. Her voluminous hair was tied underneath the sizeable white… hat – can't really describe it as anything else – also a reason to change the traditional wear because its hooded form couldn't possibly contain that amount of fragrant, soft black curtain.

When she tilted her head up for our wedding kiss, it took all of my restraint not to undress her right then and there – and this was after experiencing the same overwhelming desire thrice just earlier with Chiyome, Kippōshi, and Danzō. somehow, the sight of her in her prim shiromuku elicited the same desire to protect a small, cute object from him, despite Chiyome technically being shorter than her. That first wife of his, after everything she went through, bore a divine, detached countenance owing to her upbringing and training. Jūbei, meanwhile, was allowed to indulge in her childishness for far longer – in fact, closer to just a few weeks ago, I think – and the shift to a proper adult woman came later for her. it's most apparent when comparing their crying faces: Chiyome would've brought panic to him, because she's not someone who shed tears easily; Jūbei, on the other hand, actually looked adorable because she did it mostly to set the atmosphere, and covered her sadness with a smile instead.

And I'm about to destroy that smile, forcibly change it into a drooling, snotty mess without mercy.

"D-D-Dear husband…" Jūbei stutters, clearly not used to avoid calling me 'Senpai' like usual, "…w-w-would you like to d-d-do… it?"

"Yes, my cute wife."

My voice comes out deeper and more wanting than I expect, with even a touch of tremor colouring it. Jūbei perks up and fidgets a bit more, before she reaches out with her delicate, yet calloused hand towards my belt.

I end up standing up right in front of her to ease her effort, with my bulge pointing straight towards her expectant face from our difference in height and her sitting position. "Why are you still having tremors? You've done this a few times before," I tease, patting her cheek with one hand and poking her forehead with the other. Still, I press the tip – having oozed enough liquid to form a stain on my pants – into her nose. "I'll leave this to you, dear wife."

"Yes…" she breathes out, dazed from both the texture and smell of my still-covered cock.

Fumbling around for a moment, she manages to untie my obi and slid my pants down.

It's never boring to observe girls gasping as my cock sprung up, right towards their face. It should be something familiar, so it's amusing seeing them acting like they're going to touch it for the first time.

- Chu.

With smiling eyes, she maintains eye contact with me as her lips presses gently onto my tip. The clear fluid leaking since earlier then is slowly sucked and licked out, teased until there's nothing left as she envelops my cock tip a bit more, enabling her to form a small vacuum and drew the remaining fluid out like drinking from a straw.

- Zuzuuu… Zuzuuu…

She spends several more seconds diligently cleaning my urethra and lubricating my cockhead simultaneously, oh-so-minutely slurping her mouth back-and-forth, more chewing with her lips than truly giving me a blowjob, since it's only done around half of the tip. Her cheeks spread sideways as she gives me a smile behind her effort, before closing her eyes pleasurably when I cradle her cheeks and tickle her jawline with both hands. "You're so lovely, Jūbei."

"Ehehehe…" She smiles with that certain mix of mature loveliness and childish stupidity – a combination only she apparently has the ability to pull off. "My husband… I'll spoil you a lot tonight."

She insists on wearing her full wedding dress, since this era still isn't brazen enough to invent specific wedding-themed fetish sex costumes to use during a couple's first night. Certainly, having her full regalia spread out across the bed like this arouses a great sense of immorality in me, invoking the desire to sully something so pure, innocent, and white with my own colours.

Jūbei shuffles across the thick futon on all fours, deliberately slowing her pace so I have a very good view of her swaying slim butt, fully knowing the gap between her usual studious, serious self and her slutty side turns me on the most, since she can't rely on stunning beauty or irresistible figure to trump the other girls.

Then, she flops onto her back, her pert breasts facing upwards to the ceiling, still covered in her tight white kimono. However, she inserts a pillow right underneath her nape, lifting her head and giving it some space to dangle off as she gazes expectantly towards both me and my erect cock.

- Aaahhh…

She sensually opens her mouth as far as it can go, extending her tongue to the maximum, giving me a great view of her moist, hot throat – a place to put my cock in however I want. "Come."

Oh, I don't need to be told twice.

- Drip.

A clear drop of Cowper's fluid falls onto the floor, before another follows as I move forward and ends up dripping onto her wataboshi, then her forehead, before the tips of my cock and her tongue met as the first mating ritualistic step. She licks the final drop accumulating on the tip like earlier, before accepting my entry into her hot, moist tunnel.

I deliberately move very slowly, wishing to savour the sight of her oral cavity bulging about according to my direction, stamping the authority to do whatever I want with her body. I don't directly ram my cock into her throat, but choose to explore the surface of her tongue repeatedly as if I'm scraping her papillae gently. Shaking my hips a touch, my cock veer left and right, poking the exceedingly soft inner walls of her cheeks, then playfully poking the roof of her mouth which is on the bottom because of her flipped position, seeing if I can test her gag reflex and embarrass her.

"Mmph…" she moans lowly, but not in discomfort. It's hard to judge her expression because her face is literally embracing my scrotum now, so I'll just assume things from her body reacts. "Aaauuuggghhh…"

The reverberations from her groans are pleasant, inviting me to truly rape her mouth and feel what it's like if she does that with her entire throat, instead of just humming with her lips and tongue.

"Aaahhh… my lovely Jūbei…" a thought irresistibly escapes with my breath.

- Jubo!

"MGOHHH!"

With one thrust, I hilt myself completely inside her oesophagus, eliciting a loud groan when I inadvertently crush pass her uvula.

"UGIH?! Buh… Bumoh? KWOOH! NGHN?! GUBUH…! MG—M!"

I pull back out.

I thrust in again.

I pull back out.

I thrust in again.

I pull back out.

I thrust in again.

- Pan! Pan! Pan!

Without mercy, I smack my entire crotch onto her face repeatedly, my fingers tenderly wrapped around her neck just firm enough to prevent any excessive movement, enjoying the way her throat bulges every time my cock pass deep into it, expanding underneath both my hands. I'm holding her like an inanimate object, merely a cylinder of pleasurable flesh meant to be used and discarded away straight after, milking Jūbei for all her worth without worrying about the warranty.

- Squeeze…

"MBH! OGH! UGEH! MBOHO…!"

Her gag reflex, as well-trained as it is, struggles under my rough treatment, causing her to choke on occasion, sending her slender body twitching upwards every now and then. Because her wedding dress is quite tight and restrictive, instead of screaming while bowlegged like during their usual sex, squirting all over the place, her body is ramrod straight and flapping about like a stiff fish… which is quite amusing, really. Jūbei will kill me if I bring this embarrassing moment up in the future, no doubt.

Moreover, I'm gradually tightening my grip around the smooth skin of her neck, more with a wringing than choking intent. Her screams, as predicted, vibrate her oesophagus muscles pleasantly, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. While it's still far away, considering her inferior deepthroat skills compared to Chiyome or Danzō, it's a palpable improvement – literally.

My size is far above average, and that's not a boast. It's already difficult for well-built women like Gilgamesh, Medousiana, and Kippōshi to fully handle my cock, much less a small Nihon woman who has no physical alteration capability. At first, the only thing Jūbei had was her natural tightness, but now she can delicately control the strength in her various internal parts to try and give me the ultimate pleasure, instead of just mindlessly growing tighter and tighter to the point of pain. The length of my cock, when submerged balls-deep into her mouth, reaches the start of her bronchus, which means even without me play-choking her, she won't be able to breathe anyway.

Still, I continue.

- Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan!

I transition from massaging he length of her throat to holding the underside of her jaw for maximum leverage, my body already letting loose in its search for ever greater physical and mental pleasure. Jūbei writhes underneath me, gasping and choking and gurgling for air, yet she maintains a gentle hug around my thighs, encouraging me to continually abuse her this way.

When my gland scrapes against the lower walls of her throat, an electrifying sensation erupts from it and travels up my spine, fuelling the drug-like hormone production continually produced in my brain. This way of speaking is rather unromantic, yes, but it's the only way I can grip a semblance of sanity and control myself from hurting Jūbei. After all, if I merely gripped and pounded her with all my strength, uncontrolled, I would've crushed her entire skull into paste this instant. Then, as I pull out more and more, I begin to feel the texture of her tongue pressing all the way along my shaft, trembling with effort to mimic what Chiyome has shown her time and time again… but of course, compared to that near-prehensile tongue of my first wife, it's a tall order to even approach something similar to her.

I imagine her serious, studious expression wrecked in tears, stuck underneath my balls, sending even more blood flow and hardness into my cock.

- Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan!

The next few minutes go by just like that: with me mindlessly raping Jūbei's throatpussy, not caring of the pain or discomfort I'm causing. I can see her legs and toes stiffly trashing about due to the asphyxiation I'm applying to her, yet both of us know all it takes for her to make me stop is by tapping her hands against my body in panic. Yet, as proof of her submission and resolve, her upper body remains relaxed and welcoming, with her hug around my thighs even growing ever tighter and more powerful.

I increase the pressure on her by bending down, enticed by the squirming silhouette hidden underneath that tight, white wrapping. I'm always curious as to what each culture views as an 'optimal bride', whose values must not only be acted out in real life, but also represented in their clothing during the ceremony as well. For example, my wedding with Mordred didn't have any sort of dress code at all – a symbol of how chaotic and varied the Dark Age was. In contrast, Atalanta's wedding raiment was perhaps more complex and expensive to make than these four girls currently combined, because that era was so close to the Age of Gods and its associated importance upon rituals, symbols, materials, and ceremonies.

Jūbei's shiromuku was, of course, derived from the kimono, a clothing which derived its origin from Tang… which in itself was designed so it's easy to produce and wear. Instead of the complex stitching required for buttons, clasps, or modern zippers, a relatively-enclosing robe which only required a random piece of cloth to act as belt was far easier to manufacture across all sizes of the industry. Of course, the two empires' cultures then diverged, as well as their sense of beauty and accepted norm of sexual desire. Back then, Tang emphasized the collarbone area, while Yamatai – Nihon's old name – preferred the nape. This resulted in differences in favoured hairstyles and the way this particular concept of clothing was developed.

The shiromuku always wraps itself tightly around the bride, her sensual curves only hidden by the increasingly-thick materials and layers used, creating an enticing balance between the translucence of a female silhouette and the unattainable boundary of polite clothing – a line which only the husband can exclusively cross, own, and use however he wishes.

My fingers remove themselves from their firm grip on her lower face, tracing the still-bulging outline of my cock showing through her thin throat, before delving sideways along the collar line of her shiromuku, exposing her bare shoulders without untying her obi. I pause and trace the exposed lines of her collarbone, enjoying the smooth, but rapidly-heating skin there, before teasingly, ever-so-slowly, crawl my fingers down her clothes and onto the start of her modest mounds, all the while keeping the intense piercing rhythm of the ongoing throatfuck.

"Mnbh?! MUUUUH! UUH…!"

My fourth wife shivers and moans in protest, since I'm only using the tips of my fingers instead of my usual coping of her whole pert tits. My digits cruelly walk up her breasts, one finger at a time, lifting the last remaining tight kimono I still can't unravel without completely tearing her clothes to pieces… then finally settle on her nipples and flick.

"EYAH… AAAAAAHHH! AAH~ ! AAH~ ! AAH~ !"

She screams into my cock, and a triangular area of her crotch suddenly spurts out with enough liquid to heavily stain her pristine white shiromuku. Her body arches upwards – head held down by the throat with my large member, the rest bound tight by the wedding dress's inherent design – before falling down roughly, partially choking from the sudden extra intrusion by my cockhead because of the change in angle.

I pat her cheeks, gently pulling out and making sure I'm doing that without hurting her anymore. "Thank you, Jūbei. That's amazing…!" I praise, trying to convey as much of the reflected sincerity I received from her all this time as possible.

Still, it appears my expression still needs work, since she pouts after coughing lightly, not even bothering to clean up the drool and precum slobbered all over her mouth. "B-But I came first… Didn't even make you groan…" she says dejectedly, before adding, "And I just… from my nipples alone… H-HYAUUHHH!"

She has raised her body into a sloppy sitting position to talk to me, presenting her front to face me properly… so I take the opportunity to reach out and flick her nipples once again, now exposed after her kimono's upper half has slid down a bit more.

Her hands shoot down to the area between her thighs, a wet sound immediately accompanying it. "Uuu… I-I came again…" she sulks.

However, despite her subsequent squeals and yelps, I don't stop playing with them, sitting next to her to make it easier. Eager to not get lost in the pleasure, her hands reach out to give me a sloppy handjob, my cock being sufficiently lubricated from excess amount of saliva and some stomach juices she left on it. Still, her grip is trembling massively, her body torn between the instinctive desire to cum once again from her nipples – for the third time this night – and her embarrassment, which lead to moments of hesitation when she could've pulled away from me. "A-A-Aaaaaahhhhhh… S-Senpai…" she whispers out, her breath shaky, moist, and wanting.

"Shouldn't it be 'husband', my wife?" I coo, tracing her areolas with my nails. These adorable circular objects stand out even among pinkish skin, with their central nipples engorged and bright red with arousal. "Come, don't try and run away. Haven't you pledged your entire being to me…?" To incite her hidden desires, I deliberately smile evilly, placing my speech close to her lips. When she naturally leans forth to kiss me, I pull back and pinch the greater flesh around her areolas instead, enjoying the mix of surprise, indignation, orgasmic bliss, and a painful wince on her face. "Let yourself be played by my hands, please."

"A-A-Aaaaaahhhhhh… I-If you put it that way…" she relents, before her voice picks up in volume, "AHH! OOWWWHHHH! C-C-CUMMING…!"

Her thorax arches backwards, which incidentally increases the pulling weight acting upon the ends of her breasts, stretching them out to arousing proportions despite their average size. I still haven't concentrated on her nipples yet, and if she's already feeling it this much…

"Jūbei, get on all fours," I command, disregarding how her mind must've been not in place after consecutive orgasms so close to one another. "I'm loosening your obi, but don't take off the rest yet…"

- …

Indeed, she's so much out of it I have to lift her by the armpits and put her in position, with me sitting in front of her crawling posture, then I reach out to forcibly tug at her belt, releasing the multiple layers of her shiromuku cascading down towards the floor, revealing her delectable, naked, nubile body in the middle, clad only in one remaining loincloth.

"Ah…!" After a few seconds, she finally comes to, shivering both from the small cold gust brushing against her smooth skin and erect nipples along with the shyness caused by this new position. We've done doggy style and face-to-face fucking while sitting, but I deliberately prohibit her from climbing more atop my body. "H-Husband… T-This…"

"Let's do milking practice, shall we? Stay like that… like a cow for me, please," I casually say. My hands slowly move upwards, and I enjoy the way her eyes follow my movement equally with anticipation and dread. "You've been looking forwards to growing up and bigger, right?"

"…I-I think my age h-has passed…" she tries to give off an excuse, but her body eagerly follows my instructions anyway. "Mngh!"

Female breasts, when they're on all fours like this, naturally dangles down, morphing into a silhouette larger than their usual daily shape. Training can prevent this from happening too much, but even the well-built Jūbei still retains some softness which enhances this characteristic. Thus, my palm, which usually easily covers her entire breast, has more meat to grab onto when aiming closer to its base.

Then, starting from there, I begin to squeeze downwards. Jūbei's size means it's more akin to massaging out a large toothpaste than an actual cow udder – not that I'll let her hear that opinion from my mouth – but it's pleasurable to the touch nonetheless. Kippōshi, owing to her training, has actually very firm breasts despite her size now only inferior to Danzō, while the buxom kunoichi is so used to changing her own texture according to whatever my desire is at the time I've long forgotten the feeling of her original body. Chiyome…

…well, she doesn't really have anything to grab, so…

Ahem. Don't let her know.

Jūbei bites her lips, not wanting to outwardly show she's such an easy girl to pleasure. I do grab the base of her breasts, but not firmly, and let my hands go before squeezing them again, toying with their jiggle and softness with no intention of giving her the orgasm she really wants. Then, I transition with using the length of my fingers, patting and lightly poking around the circumference of her breasts.

"Nnnggghhhhhh… U-U-Uuuhhh…"

My wife squirms and mewls softly in place, still keen on not letting out any sound.

I stop with the curling motion and being to trace the fair skin instead, as if entranced and following the now-apparent blood vessels eagerly pumping blood to sustain her nipples' erection. She sucks in sharply, feeling rather ticklish, not helped by the cold temperature exposing the small pores dotting around her areolas and their greater areas. I spend a few minutes like that, carefully avoiding the temptation of just going straight for her nipples, wanting to extend our time together after the rather rushed and rough opening act.

By now, she's letting out some hot, steamy breaths, shivering stronger and uncontrollably, to the point her arms and thighs are trembling. "H-Husband… please…"

- Chu.

"Be quiet and trust me, okay?" I interrupt her with a kiss, but even that is a very chaste one and far from the deep, orgasm-inducing tongue twister she craves since the moment we start. In fact, tonight, she's kissed my cock far more deeply than any other parts of my body. "Let me torture you."

My cruel words only seem to egg her on even more, and she nudges her head to my chin's underside, acting like a spoiled kitten. I giggle. "Don't think I'll let you off quickly. The night's still long."

She whimpers adorably, perhaps realizing speaking will only strengthen my resolve to continually tease and drive her crazy, and it's better to pander directly to my tastes. Or whatever 'taste' the girls have imprinted upon me, the blank canvas of a Heroic Vessel, anyway.

I actually quite enjoy the texture of the erect follicles right around the areolas, bordering on the mammary glands' outlet, scratching them with my nails, eliciting a hypothermic groan from Jūbei, who's now shaking as if she's taken her own ice-based attack. Seeing the blush spreading all around her cute forehead, I lean down to kiss it – partially to avoid her begging gaze which could break my resolve very easily, and partially to challenge myself by not seeing what I'm actually teasing.

"Mhm… …ah~ ! Ah~ ! Noo… !"

In this silent room, only the sound of her heavy breathing and the friction between my fingers and her pert breasts are audible, occasionally interrupted by drips leaking off from the crotch area of her shiromuku.

"Mmyyyuuuuuhhh!"

A funny-sounding squeal comes out of her mouth when I finally touch her nipples, instantly sending her upper body bending upwards like before, instinctively presenting these dark pink nubs better to my line of sight. I retreat my chin lest she'll knock me out accidentally via headbutt, just in time to see these delectable nipples hover around mouth-level. However, I resist the temptation to suck them until they're overly-engorged, switching to my thumb to better support and pleasure her from this position. I press and twirl them around, massaging them into their fleshy base with circular motion, careful not to press too hard lest she'll lose herself too fast.

And that's all I'm doing: touch. With the tips of my fingers, I flick these hard nipples back-and-forth as lightly as possible, almost to the point of teasing her with the air generated from their movement, making sure only the very ends make contact with her deep red nubs. Over and over again, at times going slow, other times going fast.

The way to torture people with pleasure isn't to instantly break their mind and spirit with overwhelming rush of dopamine. Usually, that will result in unconsciousness, which then lessens the impact of the next session. Instead, it's more effective to slowly drive up the pleasure quotient a victim will experience, maintaining their lucidity for as long as possible to expose their mind and spirit to the helpless situation they're in. This applies to all gender and race, and the only problem is finding methods most efficient to each individual, tailoring them specifically. While the former option gives plenty of leeway in terms of mental reconditioning spells – it's much easier to reconstruct something new from an absolutely broken structure compared to renovating a partially-existing one – its hold is often easily broken through the mechanism of [Fate] and [Luck], typically a trigger which will undo everything the tormenter has installed. The latter requires a far more intricate setup, going all the way to the first time two parties met, and an insistent attention along with constant pressure.

Two seemingly unrelated disciplines, interrogation and sexual techniques, actually have so much in common. Throughout my journey, the two feed and supplement each other well, regardless of the situation, primarily because I'm not the type of person who can stomach slicing a person's flesh notch by notch.

I'd rather just decapitate them and use their severed heads as a weapon… but that's just me.

Unfortunately, to grant Jūbei the most memorable wedding night, I have to be cruel. After all, she won't get anything in the following three nights.

"Hyuuh… Ugh! Uh~ ! Uuuh… Auuh! Fuuuh… "

"A~ ! Aaa…hhh! Aaahhh!"

"Hyuuuaaah! Aph… Aph! Ah~ ! AAAAAAHHH!"

She repeatedly cycles through moaning, groaning, shivering, and sobbing as I carefully control the strength I'm putting in my fingers and thumbs to avoid giving her too strong an orgasm. Instead, she has to content with light ones, constantly interfering with her brain's ability to formulate another plan to entice me to simply fucking her senseless right then and there, but not enough to instantly white out her mindscape and knock her out. Instead of the continuous orgasm play we've done lately, this is equally intense yet more appealing to me, who's so used to the sight of Jūbei's usual messed-up face this new one is very interesting.

As she's now kneeling yet with her upper body vertical and taut, I let the rest of my fingers join my thumbs, lightly holding her nipples between my index and middle finger's first knuckle before letting go. I repeat the exercise with slightly stronger squeezes each time, almost like shaping pasta: gentle, yet decisively firm and without unnecessary strength.

"UUUWWWAAAA! UWWWAA…!

After a few seconds, I begin to end these tender pinches with a tug – short and sweet at first, before gradually growing longer and more painful. She screams cutely each time her breasts are misshapen into acute cones as the nipples are pulled to their maximum flexibility and tautness, before yelping when they inevitably rebound back with a vengeance when I let them go.

I lose myself in repeating this act, amused by how her smaller chest – perfectly average for a Nihon woman her height, and just enough to nicely fill a smaller man's hands – observing how they rebound secondarily from the first rebound and jiggle as they settle down in place, her nipples still at maximum hardness. The veins pumping blood to her areolas are very prominent from this close distance, and if I keep this up, there's a chance they may flood and overwhelm the mammary glands, and produce milk without pregnancy.

I've had breastmilk play from Danzō before, but forcing a woman to involuntarily orgasm and squirt from her breasts is certainly very novel. Of course, for a relatively normal 'human' like Jūbei, it's difficult to achieve that without significant body modifications.

Lowering my face, I let one hand fall to her waist and holding her in place, its role in tormenting one of her nipples replaced by my lips, which instantly sucks hard simultaneously with my other finger's increasing strength. My ears tune out the scream erupting above me, her wide-open mouth hitting me upside the head with her chin, but of course I don't relent. I press down, suck, moisten, lick, pierce, and bite as erratically as possible, because at this point, carefully-doctored movements to incite lust will just get lumped together, losing their individuality. Hence, something random acts just as well, if not better because I can keep her off-guard. With my remaining fingers, I knead, pinch, twist, pull, twirl, and press alternatively, using her body however I like at each individual moment.

"AWWW~ AWWWWWAAAHHH!"

Another orgasm comes for her.

As the latest 'splotch' sound echoes right after her groggy and loud moans, I realize I should help remove the rest of her shiromuku, since it's something most families kept and hand down with each generation. While this custom is less prevalent with richer families like the Akechi Clan, since they have the money and resources to design a brand-new wedding dress for not only each high-ranking member of their clan, but also with each new ceremony, it's still a great nostalgia piece to collect. In fact, if not for Jūbei's insistence, she would've worn her mother's old one since their build is similar. Granted, that one is quite old-fashioned, so perhaps quite out-of-touch with current fashion trends.

Unlike Yoshimoto's complex jūnihitoe, Jūbei's set only looks difficult to wear, and actually very simple to put on and take off. Nihon ceremonies usually consist of two or more rituals, each with their own set of dress code, so something modular and practical is the very next priority after beauty and opulence. In contrast, Yoshimoto's work as shogun only demands her to wear the single flashiest set possible for the whole duration of her shift, so she has more freedom to wear more cumbersome and ridiculous things. At least, ridiculous to my more modern sensibilities.

My hands shift to Jūbei's sides, right along her ribcage, before sliding upwards and outwards to peel off all the layers in one go. The last climax has forced her into a ramrod stance, her hands clutching my own simpler kimono into balls with her back straight into the air, her head facing the ceiling, her tongue stiffly out into the air. Thus, my task is easier, so long as it's done fast enough before she slumps over. The parts stuck under her knees will be simple to cast aside once I push her down…

…just like that.

After tossing the shiromuku parts around us, I quickly place my hands underneath her now-bare butt to lift her slightly to avoid tucking her legs beneath her, before laying her flat on her back. A quick [Sword Burst] evaporates my own clothing into nothingness – the fact it's quite cheap means I can be careless with it, and I have several sets because of my wives' overindulgence – revealing everything around my already-exposed cock since earlier. Chiyome loves to brush every prehensile member she has around my well-developed muscles, but the act just feels ticklish than pleasurable, to be honest. Still, it's not like Jūbei can enjoy it, seeing her eyes are still unfocused and close to rolling to the back of her head.

However, her constitution is great enough she's not knocked out for so long, and regained full faculty as I finish stripping her buck naked, kicking the remaining stuff behind me. Still, her body's trembling, twitching, and uncontrollable, so all she can do is give me a shaky smile. "T-T-That was a-amazing… S-Shirō-san…"

I perk up, the way she speaks my name tingling certain parts in me due to its unusual nature. It's always been 'Senpai' or 'husband' – or, when we're still distant, 'Muramasa-dono' – and calling me this intimately but demurely is certainly a fresh look.

One I appreciate very much through my cock, which jumps up once in acknowledgement. Her sharp eyesight catches its movement, which elicits a hungry look in her eyes. With great difficulty, she reaches down under her butt, raises her legs, and spreads her crotch, opening the two glistening, pink holes up to invite me. "Please…"

I hear the drops falling off her sweaty skin and onto the futon, thick and gooey yet voluminous enough they become very fluid.

Of course, lining my cock with her openings is a practiced art for me, and I'm able to do it smoothly even in this dim light – or perhaps especially so, since her vaginal and anal fluids reflects the ambient light well enough they appear as crystals – cheesy as that analogy sounds – adorning her private parts.

"Ah!" She gasps in both pleasure and surprise. "W-We're using my b-behind…?"

I smile coyly. "Why should our first night be the same as others, or even our previous one? Let's make it more memorable."

"Uuu… B-But I have little experience there…" she grumbles falsely, fully knowing the two of us have realized she's fully eager and raring to go, whatever I wish to do.

I lean forward, my two hands stretching out and holding her ankles to the side of her head, my cockhead kissing her anal opening, which has been twitching according to her excited and wanting breaths. I don't instantly pierce her all the way up to her stomach, however – even though I'm fully planning to hollow out her intestines with how hard I'm going to go – but play and tease this chrysanthemum bud for a while. Of course, this is the result of many nights of 'training', since the rectum don't just naturally produce lubricant when one's aroused like the vagina. It took quite a lot of effort to prevent faeces from simply leaking out instead. While there's been quite a few 'accidents' in the past, I don't mind easy-to-clean things like that, especially when Magecraft is freely available.

"U-U-Uuu… P-Please stop t-teasing me…" Jūbei whines beautifully, raising her ass and bucking her hips once as her plea. My frenulum and her anus kiss several times… before I oh-so-slowly pop my tip in.

The way she's presenting herself mean I have a perfectly clear view how her flesh parts, her hole tightly wrapping around the rock-hard intruder without gaps despite having seen frequent use, smooth as we like due to the overflowing liquid already ejected from both outlets. Jūbei pleasantly groans and breathes heavily, squeals intermittently cutting through her rhythm, as I explore deeper in. Much like the deepthroat earlier, I take my time and put forth some effort to truly savour every inch of her inner walls – now still in her rectum area – so I clench my crotch every which way to slowly change directions, scraping around her opening with both my tip and gland, pulling out and pushing in with minute movements.

- Puchi… Chupu… Chupu… Chupu… Puchi…

"A-A-Argh… Uuueeerrrggghhh…!"

The sound we're generating is just as tremendously scandalous as previous, with only the sound of her chokes and gurgles replaced by cute farts as her asshole extends when I pull out due to its tight grip, and contract when I push in into a minor indentation. She doesn't appear to be aware of it, since usually she'll cover her face in embarrassment during anal orgasms due to the increased volume of these farts, even as her body uncontrollably sucks my cock in every time, eager for more.

So far, as I've been doing, I'm managing her cravings so as to maintain her consciousness over every little detail going on, following my plan from earlier. However, it's more difficult this time because I find it hard to hold myself back from playing with her pussy also. Seeing the pink folds, still tight and fresh as the day I took her virginity – ditto with the other girls, really – glisten with overflowing fluids, occasionally gasping and inviting any part of my flesh to enter it.

Following that desire, I push ever deeper into her asshole, feeling my cock brushing past the transition between rectum and the beginning of her colon due to the sudden pressure change. In contrast to the opening area, the nerve clusters of the intestine are spread wider, so larger, rougher movements and sharper manipulation of pressure are more effective than the microscopic teasing I've been doing until now. Hence, without hesitation, I hilt myself completely in her, pushing diagonally upwards to also exert some pressure on the back of her womb through her intestinal walls, lifting a small mound on her stomach.

Jūbei gasps sharply, whatever words she's about to say being blown away… before fixing her jaws wide open as I begin pounding her butt intensely.

It's hot and sticky, covered in intestinal juices but fortunately bereft of other materials, since she has diligently cleaned every part of her before we started. This is the proper internal human body temperature, since my other three wives all have inherent natures which enable them to manipulate this attribute. Comfy and inviting, so I don't hesitate to enjoy Jūbei's heat all the way up to my balls, crushing her folded-up body underneath me. My cock is long enough to directly poke at her bottommost colon, which has yet another different texture to it and feels satisfying to pound. The constricting anal opening, the restrictive and crushing rectum, the bouncy and firm womb felt through the thin tissue separating it and Jūbei's anal tract, before finally the squishy and soft colon walls.

While I'd like to do what I did earlier to her mouth and throat, unfortunately, the physical and mental pleasures she's been giving me finally push me over the edge, and I position myself specifically to aim my cock's tip to her womb's rear… before ejaculating towards it hard.

"HHUUUWWWAAAAAAHHH!"

She greatly shudders from the sudden burst of warmth stimulating the part she's still relatively inexperienced with, letting out a bestial groan as this part of her is fully creamed. It isn't enough to drive her to a full-blown twin orgasm – a simultaneous climax from the vaginal and anal tract – since hers isn't fully developed yet, but it's enough to have her eyes finally roll to the back of her head, having threatened to do it form before. Chiyome is the one who's most sensitive in this area, owing to her ability to merge the two tracts together into a cloaca… and its associated bundling-together of pleasure nerves. Normally, this can instantly knock her out during sex, but Jūbei's still somewhat conscious.

I continually piston her with a faster and harder rhythm than before, making sure I'm scraping every single surface while I'm at it, though of course not with the accuracy I was doing earlier. Our bodies are squelching against each other, the sheer amount of juices she's producing foaming around our belly and crotch areas. I let go of my inhibitions once again, gathering up her ankles with my inner elbows and using my freed-up palms to gather her voluminous hair and fix her head in place, so her face continually faces me and not trashing about instinctively with wave after wave of orgasms.

"Agha- Aw- Awhaa… AAA! AA…! Aw- Awwwa… AH~ ! AAAAAAH! AAWWUUUHHHAAAAAA!"

Her mouth and tongue are naturally already wagging about, so I descend and capture them with my own, determined to lose myself in this copulation and avoid thinking too much, lest I disgrace her efforts.

How long has it been? It feels like I've been ramming her asshole for hours now.

Just now, we're fucking while standing up, but Jūbei has long gone limp and found it difficult to sustain the position, so I gently lowered her onto all fours and continued straight from there, holding her hips in place as I slammed into her again and again.

This time, I've ejaculated twice more inside her anus without pulling out, both times spraying everything all over the place and ensuring her mucus membrane fully absorbs my semen. It's a mental tactic to ensure one's marking of another, adopted from animal mating, but becomes a popular fetish among the truly depraved. I used to look upon them in disdain, but after I had a taste on how it felt – and, more importantly, how my partners felt, which was transmitted onto me – I began to appreciate the finer arts of debauchery.

What comes out of Jūbei's mouth is no more than interrupted wheeze, her pitch high and breezy, already unable to speak. I feel her slumping over to the front, her arms buckling under her own weight and due to the numbness wrecking her body, so I roughly lifts her hips up by pushing upwards with my rock-hard cock, towards her vertebrae, cranking her entire body to both avoid face-slamming her to the ground and give a new pressure to a part I still haven't consistently used yet.

"Hiiiiii…! G-Gueh! Argh… AAAAAAHHH! KYAAAHH!"

A gurgle erupts from her throat, similar to when she usually vomits, but only air and groans escape. I've been sustaining her with occasional gulps of water – delivered mouth-to-mouth, of course – but having sex for so long naturally burns through the calories and any undigested food very quickly, so there's little chance of extra materials spoiling our copulation. As is the norm, Jūbei and the other girls are sporting an alchemical concoction designed to give their sweat a pleasant, arousing aroma, so that excretion method also won't emit anything repulsive. Of course, it's quite wasted on them because of their respective Magecraft masteries naturally prevent any unwanted odour from staining their physique – ditto with myself – so it's just a product of self-doubt in one's appearance, I think.

If I mentioned copious amount of fluids covering us before, then what's staining the whole room now can be considered egregious – though of course I'm in no way apologetic about it. Despite her tightness, a lot of my ejaculated semen manages to leak out – mostly due to my vigorous movement and her bowel instincts – pouring down my thick shaft as well as her thighs. My cum and her anal juices mix and foam together, creating a gooey, white waterfall cascading down from where we're connected, as her sphincter elongates and contracts according to whether I'm pulling out or pushing in, gripping me tightly and won't letting me go. Her urethra continuously squirts out jets of clear liquid, both urine and vaginal fluids, whenever I prod and stab one particularly sensitive bundle of nerves. Her womb, meanwhile, joins the thick mass coming from her rear, letting out its own creamy-white ejaculation as if I've also creampied her there.

But no, tonight will be a full-on development of her anus.

"UUWWWAAWWWNN~ ! OWW~ ! AAAWW~ AAAAAAHHH!"

And it's going well. What constitutes as a 'good' hole – pardon my crass language – is its ability to constantly react to whatever is pleasuring it, and not limp or gaping after just one pleasant climax. Another step is then a mimicry of what Danzō has mastered to the extreme, which is the minute manipulation of soft tissues to truly give the impression of intelligent control – the so-called 'having a mind of its own' commentary – which most high-class escorts have achieved. It's almost impossible to do without mutual consent, so now that she's fully dedicated herself to me, and I to her, we're working hard.

Despite my cock's best efforts, her limp body is too heavy for it to lift alone for prolonged periods of time without Reinforcement, so I choose to lay her back down on all fours, then carefully guide her joints to fold her body into a deep dogeza, paying attention to face her head sideways so as to not smother her with the mattress. Her arms are tucked underneath her chin to give her upper body some elevation, and her legs squashed acutely like a resting frog's legs. Considering the sounds she's been letting out as we fuck, that last analogy is perhaps more astute than it should.

In this position, so long as I lower myself accordingly, it's possible to maintain the deep penetration I've been doing until now. Thus, I half-sit, half-kneel, my still-heavy balls nearly brushing the floor from between my thighs, thrusting fully from behind. This folded-up posture makes her appear as a compact sex doll from my perspective, adding another allure to this eccentric young woman I love, increasing the gusto with which I fuck. My hands, larger than even her rump, tightly grip both her elbows and knees together like an animal, furiously humping the hunched-up Jūbei, slamming my own hips into hers with abandon. I'm much taller than her, and thus my crouched position blankets her entire figure as I drape the rest of my body over hers.

Oh, how good she feels. My cock hasn't lessened from the first moment it entered her mouth and raped her throat – if anything, it's only grown harder. The various parts of her excretory organ feel like they've now truly become one entity, whose goal and desire are solely to please the one man she loves the most. Her sphincter perfectly controls the pressure gripping the base of my dick, like the index and thumb of a vigorous handjob, before her rectum welcomes my gland into a sopping wet and hot tunnel. Her womb has long swollen into its stiffest state, hungry for semen after an entire night of denial, catching my cock's tip whenever I thrust deeper with its bump into the anal cavity. Finally, the colon walls at her deepest sucks upon my frenulum every time we meet, eager to absorb more and more fluids from me.

This has been happening both faster and slower than my description, owing to our accelerated senses and vigorous movements. Jūbei's so exquisite every inch of her insides feels like a breath of Avalon, but contained in one in-and-out stroke.

"Ugh!"

I ejaculate.

Again, and again. This last one is, indeed, twice in a row, as I don't stop my movement even when my balls empty themselves inside her, my semen rushing upwards and against the current into her small intestines.

With one final groan, I thrust for the last time into her. Panting, I catch the first cerulean hint of dawn, telling me how long I've been going… then the rational part of my mind suddenly sends a signal that every single cell of my body is exhausted, pulling me into sleep.

Without caring of Jūbei's state, or visually enjoying her messed-up condition like usual, I plop over to sleep.