Now it's Kippoushi-chan's turn! Note for you who haven't been paying attention, she's been in her Maou Nobunaga appearance since a few chapters back. Naturally, her appearance here will be different than the previous smut scenes.

one bellow all: No, it's not your preference, since you're absolutely correct. Objectively speaking, that is. It's just my personal choice to have SHIROU exhibit some Gary Stu tendencies and steamroll even opponents on his level, because he prepares so much beforehand.

It's day two of this consecutive romp, and Kippōshi, as always, has already changed her clothes into something else.

"What kind of compliment are you fishing out of me, I wonder?" I tease, deliberately exaggerating my ogling of her stunningly-tall figure. "Beautiful, my dear wife. My vocabulary's very limited, so I can't find something more flattering than that."

She places her hands on her hips, acting offended. "Hmph! It just means you're not putting enough effort to please me! I go through all that to find something unique, and that's all I get in return? Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!"

"Ahahaha…"

Seeing her using the tone and mannerism she had as a child, those decades ago, earns a chuckle from me. Now, standing face-to-face, we're almost eye-to-eye in height, a late growth spurt having stretched her skeletal frame to this size. In contrast, I was an early bloomer owing to my status as a Heroic Vessel, the soul Alaya created overriding whatever my original body's physical limitation very quickly in order to achieve the best-quality vessel as quick as possible, able to store my peak strength before any problem arises in the world. Kippōshi is now comfortably the tallest woman I've seen in this mission of mine, creating a domineering, oppressive figure staring down her opponents.

The baby fat still existing just a few years ago is now gone, her rounded, chubby cheeks giving way to an angular, mature, chiselled skeletal structure, to the point her beauty pre- and post-growth seems almost disconnected. Lately, she's growing her bangs longer to hide either one of her eyes – one day preferring the left, the other the right – since she admitted to me, "It's more intimidating being glared with one eye!" when I asked.

Sometimes, I wonder if the modern term 'chūnibyō' is coined specifically for her types of character… Of course, this wife of mine tempers her attitude with the appropriate intelligence and control, and only indulges in this sort of behaviour as a stress outlet or icebreaker, so it never becomes as big a problem as it is in the future. In a peaceful society, I hypothesize, the lack of requirement to become a singular heroic figure like she has become means one's eccentricities are less tolerated, to the point of discrimination and bullying. Now, in this era? It's chucked up as 'grandiose behaviour' by the masses, afforded by the fact she's now Nihon's overlord, just below Himiko in actual political power.

Against her faux-sulking, I choose to simply prod one of her weak points. "How was last night with Bontenmaru? Have you taken her virginity yet?"

"S-S-SHUT UP!" This time, her glare is deathly serious, though the embarrassment apparent in her face creates an overall comical effect instead. "W-WHY ARE YOU B-BRINGING T-THAT UP DURING OUR F-FIRST NIGHT?!"

I hold her shoulders with both hands, both to judge her emotional fluctuation and calm her down. "Why are you so flustered and shouty now, then? So something did happen, hm? Bontenmaru's a stiff rival…" I muse, replying with also another serious expression.

As I was busy screwing Jūbei's ass last night, my other three wives, naturally, has little to do apart from sleep. The rooms are all equipped with sound-cancelling wards as part of security and privacy measures, so there's little they could gleam apart from some over-the-top peeking through the Dream Cycles… but the thing is, we didn't sleep much last night. Hence, Chiyome, Danzō, and Kippōshi were forced to find something to occupy their times. I know my first wife was getting wasted with her side of the family, which includes Shuten-sama; my second wife calmly gathering her strength and stilling her mind so she can explode as much as she wants tomorrow; my third was entertaining guests from the Date Clan, namely Bontenmaru and Louíse. It's not far from the realm of possibility the two already-attracted pair did something scandalous, considering their stubborn, tsundere-ish attitudes when facing each other.

It's quite funny how much they bicker publicly, how similar they are privately, and how their relationship's history plays out. Bontenmaru has always been a precocious but obedient child in front of her supervisor-cum-nanny, Louíse, while Kippōshi always plays the part of her version of the perfect woman in front of me and her sister-wives, taking advantage of this second chance of life she gets to change aspects of her personality she views as the culprits for her downfall before.

I would say 'opposites attract', but they'd vehemently deny it while being very angry at me. While I'm of the opinion two grumbling beauties look cute together, it's not something conducive to 'Tenka Fuyu', so I chose not to tease them too much before. Now, with the next phase already underway but still in uncritical stage, I'll enjoy myself as much as I want.

"You know, I'll gladly share you with her if you ask. Just like I begged you to be with me despite the backlash I'd face," I explain, exaggerating the drama occurring between the two of us in the past. In fact, the whole process was remarkably and unusually smooth, regarding the reception of both my close relatives and the public. "It's common nowadays for you to take in underage concubines, you know? Oh, are you holding out for Nō instead?" I ask, genuinely quite curious how Kippōshi's relationship with the Saitō princess, who's supposed to be the former's future fiancée, is going nowadays.

Her face turns into a shade of red I frequently see lately, the same vermillion intensity as her long hair.

Seeing she's about to explode, I surrender, raising two palms in front of me. "Anyway, let's sit down and begin. I can't wait."

Her Nanban-styled wedding dress, almost unisex in nature, is now gone, replaced by a plain all-black hakama not-too-dissimilar with mine. "I thought you all agreed to wear your dresses for this night?" I ask, remembering how arousing it is to ravage a woman in her symbolic pure-white uniforms.

Brought back from her steaming head, she shrugs. "I'm reserving that for a change of clothes. Jūbei wore it all the time, no? I thought you'd like some change," she grumbles, her lips twisted in annoyance. "But if you keep teasing me like this, I'll just burn it! Be serious for once! Tonight's important!"

- Chu.

"Understood." Typical. Kissing them to interrupt their nagging always works with my wives. Admittedly, I have the same weakness as well, so I'm the last person to complain.

The all-black fabric actually accentuates her brilliant red hair, the overall colour scheme depicting the 'Demon King' her first self always tried to project, though the current Kippōshi exudes much more of a serene, calm feeling than the pyromaniac and dictator Proper Human History suggested. She quickly gathers herself and leans against my frame, our similar sizes make us more comfortable without any compromise, unlike what I usually give to Chiyome and Jūbei's who's much smaller.

As she wraps her long arms around my neck, kissing me back with more vigour, but also carefully-controlled tempo, I grope her large tits from over her clothes. Obviously, none of us are wearing underwear, so her nipples' hardening quickly becomes apparent against the middle of my palm, even when I'm simply massaging the whole breasts with both hands and unfocused on those hard nubs. They're much firmer and stiffer than Danzō's usual texture, a feature of her physique and training, close to the point of defined pectoral muscles than feminine bags of pleasure. She's quite sensitive when we point this out in praise – one of the few things she can still get embarrassed about.

The other, predictably, is Bontenmaru, but let's shelf that topic for later.

"Nnh~ Ah…"

I bury my tongue inside her mouth, initiating a slow dance of romantic flesh. As usual, her body temperature is far higher than a normal person's even when under control – a stark contrast to Chiyome, whose body runs cooler – and her oral cavity is no exception. It's almost like inhaling perfectly-boiled tea when I swallow her saliva, tingling just all the right parts to show the heat is perfect. We take it slow and tender, much like our first awkward kiss – since she's literally smooching a married man at that point; such was how late our relationship started – enjoying our respective lips' textures and tongue work.

"Nh~ Fu~ "

Her nipples are fully stiff and poking out of her plain black clothes now, but – much like Jūbei last night, I won't focus on that straightaway, playing the teasing game. However, unlike my fourth wife, I'm not going to take things slow for a start, since I've already been groping Kippōshi. Because of her more muscular figure, I use more strength and vigour to massage these firm fleshbags, squashing and warping it however I want. One time, I press them flat into her body, enjoying how they fight back to spring up. The next one, I'll squeeze them as hard as I can, testing how flexible and firm they are. Another time, I'll pull on their entire fleshy bodies with clawed hands, stretching it close to the point my fingers are about to reach her areolas just by this action alone.

"Ha~ Ah~ HAA… AH~ !"

She moans sweetly with every movement, her body limp in my arms as much as I am leaning against hers for leverage. I feel her large palms, nearly as big as my calloused one – though hers is considerably softer and smoother – ruffle and run across my shaggy hair, pressing my face deeper into hers as she gets more aggressive.

"Haa… "

Knowing she enjoys on the dominant position more than the others, I let her take the lead while consistently counterattacking whenever there's an opportunity. She begins by diligently tracing my gums, still maintaining the same deliberate tempo we've silently established, sucking on my lower lips during a brief pull-back, and presenting her own for me to chew on, eliciting an enjoyable moan from her hot mouth, coated in her scalding breaths. My groping hands are near-painfully sandwiched between our bodies – that's how hard she's hugging me – with my wrists having to bend at an extreme angle simply to gather strength to exert some pressure on her tits.

"Nnh~ Ah… Ahn~ !"

I feel her two toned thighs clamping onto one of mine, her wet, moist, cloth-covered crotch leaving smears along my pants, before rhythmic squelches echoes when she slowly gyrates her hips, pleasuring herself as she continues with her 'program'. In fact, I think she may be also rubbing the underside of my balls, unconstrained by the lack of loincloth, though I'm not sure whether this is intentional or not. I'm already hard the moment we start kissing, my erect member poking her lightly-sculpted stomach, imparting almost as much heat as she's generating as if I'm trying to burn a hole through her clothes' navel area upon contact alone.

I'm not sure when we both decide to sit down, my slightly larger and sturdier frame under her straddling posture. She's grinding her pussy a touch harder and more vigorous in this position, having found a spot around my knee where it's pointed enough to pressure her spots better. Meanwhile, I finally focus on rubbing her nipples, still with my rough palms, after spending quite a while warming up the rest of her sizeable tits. The hardened nubs are tickling my hands as I massage them with a circular motion, akin to moving a modern joystick around without pinching them with my fingers. While not as big as Danzō's, Kippōshi's breasts easily overflows from underneath my grip, especially since I'm not squeezing their bases tightly like I did with Jūbei.

"P-Puha!"

Finally, she decides we have enough kissing and separates her upper body slightly away from mine, though just enough so our tongue can't reach each other when fully extended. There's still a string of saliva connecting the two – a sight Kippōshi is eager to maintain once she realized, a short while ago, she is supremely sexy when making a moist, aroused face – before she commands, "Strip me."

"By your will," I go along her domineering attitude, removing my hands from her pointed, large tits and grabbing her loose collar. Her obi is instantly cut in half by my [Sword Burst], obscenely projected – no pun intended – from my erect cock, so all I have to do is peel this ridiculously plain black clothes from her curvaceous, tall body. I pause every now and then, exaggerating my ogling with every inch revealed, gazing up-and-down her entire body from the top of her head to her flooded crotch region, where a neatly-trimmed red patch peeks out from between her thighs. "How ravishing, my wife."

She grumbles, though smiling, "You always say that when we, the girls, are naked."

"Pardon my limited vocabulary," I shoot back in jest, having peeled her clothes right down her ankles. She makes no intention to lift her pussy away from her impromptu masturbation spot – though she's staying still now – so the maximum I can get down to is her butt. Compared to her breasts, her posterior is somewhat disproportionally too small, the imbalance always covered up by her usual battle garb with her flowing red cape. Of course, it's only because it's easier to tighten into shape than a woman's breasts, and merely the result of her training. "But your beauty makes me short of words," I try to flatter her a bit more.

Indeed, even though she's both used to and has been expecting it, her nose metaphorically grows, laughing, "Of course it is!" She even has the gall to jiggle her boobs closer to my face, along with slight continuation of her pussy-grinding. Her breath instantly returns to its hotter state earlier, as she whispers, "Pleasure me, my good husband."

She lifts her hips a touch at that command, allowing me an easier time moving her sturdy frame to between my legs instead of only on one of them, as well as showing me the dripping wet red hair closer to her clitoris. They're trimmed very well, of course, when compared to her usual wartime hygiene, because she wants to present the best of her appearance to me, sculpting herself from my offhand comments on which parts of her I like best. The effort is visible and palpable, as every part of all of my wives are groomed meticulously to boost their sexualities in my eyes. Whether one's more suited to a particular hairstyle, smoothness of armpits or pussy mound, what oil they rub and let permeate into their skin, etc.

The Nihon – or Japan, really – I know prizes body hair, especially in the pubic area, as a symbol of purity and dedication to monogamy. Truthfully, it's a flawed thinking simply because this originates from the general women's populace's dislike to be 'the same' with prostitutes. Oiran and geisha shave theirs to the point of baldness because of their frequent use and to maintain hygiene, yet this, in other women's mind, equates to 'a pussy and asshole often used by strangers'. Of course, things are very different nowadays, and I even heard this originates from the trend change the Minamoto Shogunate established after Yoritomo took power. No doubt it's for him to enjoy his set of wives, for sure. I may be jealous if I only have one partner, but with four willingly spreading their legs and inviting me with their sweet voices, I can't.

Compared to her tall body, however, Kippōshi's bush is minuscule – hardly covering the area above her clitoris, to the point one may question why she goes through all the trouble to groom only this small patch instead of shaving them all off like Jūbei. However, she knows what I think suits her best, and certainly, it gives her a childish charm to balance out her very mature look nowadays.

Who knows the cool-looking and gallant Nobunaga-sama has such a side to her? She'll slap me if I tease her with that sentence, so I keep my silence.

"Ha…~ "

But, instead of immediately scalloping and hollowing out her pussy with intense fingering motions, I begin by tracing several fingers down the front of her body, causing her to squirm from ticklishness. Her naked upper half is as sculpted as a Hellenic masterpiece, the perfect balance between the sturdiness unblemished marble gives off and the softness of a human woman. The heat emanating from her is less intense compared to her mouth or other holes, but still pleasant to the touch against tonight's rather cold temperature. Tracing the round base of her large breasts downwards from her collarbone, going to the sides near her armpits, before approaching the middle of her body below, her tits not sagging in the slightest and perking straight towards my face.

"Nnh~ "

I give a strong flick upwards with just my index fingers, drawing a straight line through her nipples forcibly, and bouncing her entire breasts upwards from those two focal points.

"Hyauh!" She squeals, not expecting the sudden strong sensation after our slow make-out session. "Ah… y-you beast…" she purrs, though that word clearly should be reserved to what I'm about to do to her for the rest of the night. "Again, p-please…" she finishes with a plea.

But I don't listen.

After that flick, I continue my journey downwards despite her protests, carefully pressing the outermost vertical lines of her abs to make sure it's not just ticklish, but also pleasurable. A woman trained well enough will feel a similar amount of arousal from external pressure as a clumsy fuck, and this is just basically massaging certain spots which connects directly to the internal organs. For example, because of her unique constitution, I'm usually able to force an orgasm out of Danzō simply by poking her womb from the outside hard enough with one finger. The kunoichi's sense of pain is dulled, and thus everything gets lumped together into pleasure, while the other girls will still feel some discomfort enriching the surprise orgasm.

She wiggles in front of me, now shuffling closer on her knees so I'll be tempted to touch her sensitive parts and get her off, growling menacingly all the while. I find it extremely adorable and reminiscent of how haughty she used to be as a child, though. However, I place both palms on the base of her thighs, firmly supporting – and also rejecting – her hips, making sure her pussy can't touch anything just yet as I draw her into a hug, sliding my hands across her firm yet voluptuous buttocks, strongly squeezing them to elicit a moan from Kippōshi.

I then spread her butt cheeks as far as possible, as if I'm preparing for yet another round of anal sex, but I suddenly let go, letting them bounce close together so I can enjoy them jiggle. I do that again and again, the friction between my hands and her butt leaving a bright red mark as if I've spanked her in a sadistic play.

- Pa! Pa! Pa!

Oh, that just reminds me. Hence, I smack them as hard as I can, feeling the muscles underneath coil and resist before bouncing back, with nary a ripple going across the fat layer in contrast to when all of us collectively slap Danzō's bubbly behind lightly. Kippōshi's entire body twitches with every hit – not too strong, not too light – but she bites her lower lip so she doesn't let out any sound I want to hear. All according to the play I know she's designed, just to entice me to indulge myself in her harder.

The stinging pain she should've felt is quickly soothed over when I rub my hands across the reddening flesh, as I enjoy her smooth skin. Truly, being an active battlefield combatant with this kind of skincare and general hygiene is unfair, because without the advent of Magecraft and rise of Mystery, it's going to be impossible. A disgusting yet apt example is how women feel appalled when victorious soldiers enter their private spaces and are entitled to the former's services – a tactic used empire-wide to prevent rampant raping and killing. Even after the women are paid and taken care of by the army, they are still incredibly uncomfortable when a dirty, grimy, bloody, and stinky assailant embraces them. No matter how much extra gold or ryo they bring, disgusting things are still disgusting.

Yet another form of innovation introduced by the Minamoto Clan – a far cry from what remains of European order I influenced through Mordred and her descendants, where Magecraft reverts to something exclusive to nobility and the wealthy. No wonder there are so many kingdoms these days after the fall of the various forms of the Roman Empire, instead of scheming and planning to bring the entire lands together. The 'glory' and 'honour' associated with being 'ruler of all lands' lasted no more than a select few generations, and all-encompassing wars instantly ensued when that period has passed. Now, not even the Church can call itself a single entity, much less the countries desperately expanding their naval fleets to compete with their neighbours. Hence, the development of quality-of-life spells like what my wives have mastered and used whenever they venture outdoors fall far behind, enabling the universe's corrective forces – plagues, famines, massacres – to still occur, undoing all of my good work.

Admittedly, that kind of utopia isn't simple to create. Even my well-received efforts in Hellas, where the strong simply has their voices heard and followed, barely lasted past the Bronze Dark Age. It seems while Alaya is powerful enough to break Quantum Time Locks free of their fates, the timeline between them is still fully in the universe's control, its unending torrent of [Fate] eventually correcting course and drowning all but the most prominent peaks of changes in its wake. For example, all I have left behind was the 'fact' Medea and Medusa were symbols of heroism instead of the tragedies they're famous for starring in Proper Human History, while Atalanta's and others' public perception shifted. Regarding Britain, its effects – or lack thereof – are still palpable today, contributing greatly to my grief. While Mordred is now viewed in a very positive light… what does that amount to? Yes, the Pendragon Clan still holds considerable power today, headed by Countess Bathory, but it's far from the Avalon-esque far-reaching kingdom I envisioned when I first accepted Alaya's task.

It requires a person like Himiko or Yoshitsune, who's outside the Heroic Vessel system, yet not only good enough to inherit our wills, but also ruthless in their succession plan, to ensure everlasting prosperity over one's lands. Mordred, Atalanta, and Medea were all too kind and soft-hearted – one of the reasons I love them so – and the policies they implemented, all to emulate what I've done to save them in the first place, weren't strong enough to last. Gilgamesh was an interesting exception, in that her reign ended because of the collapse of an era and in no way due to either her or my incompetence… but even Babylon didn't last.

Let's see whether the Nihon we're establishing will.

For that, let's make a baby first.

I poke her inner thighs, silently indicating to Kippōshi I wish for her to spread her legs wider. With a simple [Sword Burst], again ejaculated from my cock, I tear my pants apart, revealing the thing she's instantly captivated by. Her heated gaze travels downwards from my face, her hands immediately drawn onto it from their perch around my shoulders.

"Not yet, Kippōshi," I gently remind her.

Her hips twitch and stop immediately, followed by a pleading whimper, her usual eloquent self having abandoned her. "No, I'm wet enough…"

"Hold your position," I devilishly smirk at her clearly-frustrated face. "I'll put it in… eventually."

"Uuu…"

Right then, I let go of my previous hold on her body, leaving her stranded very close to me for a small moment. Still, her back remains ramrod while standing on her knees, her naked body facing me with all its beauty and glory.

The face I've known since childhood has changed into a slenderer structure, the rounded cute girl adorned with a touch of baby face – actually almost looking androgynous – is now a fully-blossomed flower, sharp and imposing in her beauty. The face most young men and ladies in the Oda army admire, dream at night, and masturbate to is now pursing her lips with hunger, arousal very clear in her eyes, gazing me with the need to breed. Lips moist, dribbling a touch with uncontrolled saliva bridging the two reddened thin flesh, a touch slimmer than Danzō's and Jūbei's and more similar to the much smaller Chiyome. Her inspirational blazing red hair is damp with sweat, splayed messily across her shoulders and back – certainly not gallantly billowing about in front of countless soldiers. The form-fitting masculine Nanban-style pants most women now wear due to her influence is actually hiding a ripe, child-bearing hips and buttocks, with plump enough thighs it's a pleasure to squeeze and play with the flesh there, completely drenched in love juice.

I lean forward, capturing one of her wanting, erect nipples with my lips and using my fingers to pluck the other, while my remaining hand moves down and presses hard against her erect clitoris, unfolding the hood covering it with one slide of my thumb.

"HAAHN! AH~ !"

She jolts, clearly having a minor orgasm already, but true to her usual stubbornness, she refuses to lose in this game yet, despite her body starting to shake heavily. A loud squelch splashes against my thumb, erupting from her urethra, and this is before I start moving, still applying a constant pressure with said digit on her sensitive nub. Instead, I begin gently sucking and biting her left nipple, combining this movement with a slow kneading of her right with my fingers.

"Ah~ ! Ah~ ! Ah~ ! Ah~ ! Ah~ ! Ah~ ! Ah~ ! Ah~ ! Ah~ ! Ah~ ! Ah~ !" It's cute how she straightens and heightens her entire body with every slow upwards stroke, pumping her whole being up-and-down with tremendously heavy breaths each time. Slowly but powerfully, I rotate my thumb, having lifted her clitoris from underneath, pressing it in circles like a miniature dough. It's far harder than her nipples, befitting the minor organ containing the most nerve endings in a woman's body, so there's no necessity to be fast and rough here.

However, she still retains her mind's clarity, enough to stroke my cock with one hand somewhat deftly. It has been standing up in the cold night air for a touch too long her high body temperature shocks it to life again, reigniting the blood flow into my erect member. Admittedly, our close proximity already warms me considerably, but a cockhead is always more sensitive to temperature changes than most organs in a male's body.

I alternate between her boobs, sucking one nipple and the next, deliberately making as much noise as slowly as possible every time, patiently nibbling and chewing these hardened nubs in-between like particularly elastic dark pink mochis. Every little change in how I treat them elicit more and more varied cute reactions from my wife – whether it's painfully pinching a nipple between my teeth and stretching the entire breast taut with it, or tenderly licking the resulting bitemarks with the tip of my tongue and soothe its pain, or sucking hard on the nipple with a powerful vacuum and copying my wives' occasional blowjob technique as if force-inducing lactation, or pushing the hard nub inwards with a sharp pierce of my tongue again.

With my fingers and working on the other nipple, it's a much simpler and repetitive motions to contrast it with what my mouth is doing. As I mentioned before, playing it like a modern-day gaming joystick is simple because of how erect it's gotten, enabling my index finger to twirl around its utmost tip and rotate it freely, uncaring of how Kippōshi's trying to guide me to at least induce a minor orgasm from her breasts, releasing her from the ongoing slow torment. Other times, I'll playfully flick it up and down, or gently pull on it with my nails. I'm not sure whether she and the remaining girls have interviewed Jūbei about what I've done to her or not, but I'm not intending to repeat what I've already done to spice things up.

A hard task, given the extent of our orgies have gone in the past. Most fetishes and depravities are already explored, so I'm merely doing combinations we've rarely done to bring forth some novelties, or it'll just be pure vanilla intercourses. While it's pleasant and actually the choice the girls usually opt because of our typical busy schedules, I naturally want to make our 'official' wedding nights more memorable.

"Put it in already…"

She begs like that after several dozen minutes enduring this hot, steamy session, my touches making her mind unfocused to the point her handjob doesn't feel good at all. Uncoordinated and intermittent, her palm shakes heavily every time she feels herself getting close, then moves her hips against my other hand – which still teases her clitoris and pussy lips – hoping to grind herself to orgasm, having noticed I have no intention of doing so with her nipples.

While I was reluctant to follow her words when she uttered it at the start of our copulation, I'm plenty satisfied with the faces Kippōshi's made under my hands. There's nothing really new she shows me, but watching the usually arrogant and dignified expression melt in front of me is always satisfying. The thought of Nihon's top Princess General swaying her hips seductively to invite a penis inside her pussy only adds to my arousal, as she's an existence no one can currently reach.

Although I can't see it from my position, I admire how her entire body undulates sexily – slow at first, then going faster as her arousal spikes – to the point she's rubbing her entire stomach across my chest, having gotten closer and closer in the last few minutes.

Honestly, I, too, can't take it much longer. Cooking something to perfection takes a set amount of time… and not a second over that. Any prolonged wait will just be needless mastication, akin to the modern-day problem of leaving food and drinks far beyond their optimal consumption time as meaningless pictures and videos are being taken.

I gently slide my fingers down from her clitoris to right at her opening, simply placing it there as I observe Kippōshi's lips part in anticipation – an act repeated by her pussy lips down there – before requesting, "Kippōshi, can you bring your womb down?"

"H-H-Hah…? W-What are you… M-My womb…" It takes a few seconds to process my request, before she mildly jolts in place from realization, her blush getting deeper from embarrassment – if that's even possible with how red her entire body's getting. She squeaks. "H-How could you ask me o-of such a t-thing… U-Uwu… HAH!"

Still, she gasps when I extend my thumb from the same hand which has been teasing her pussy upwards, before pressing down firmly where her womb should be under her belly. "Please? I'm sure you want me to tease it directly, right? I'm sure it'll feel fantastic…"

I whisper cajoling words right into her face, quickly breaking down her fake resistance. I know for a fact she enjoys this, and has orgasmed countless times whenever her womb is poked and played around. Uniquely, despite her robust-looking body, she's most sensitive to gentle prodding around and into the uterine flesh, instead of the piercing, breaching intent I usually rail Chiyome's small body with. The motions are easily replicable by my fingers – hence my daring but 'normal' request.

Of course, finding a woman who can willingly prolapse part of her internal organs, however slight, is anything but 'normal'.

She wiggles shyly, but complies with my request anyway.

"Spread yourself out a bit wider. I want to see all of you," I huskily remind her, causing her to slam her face into the nook of my shoulder, nuzzling as hard as she can and preventing me to achieve exactly that. "Ah… even after all this time, you're still shy…?"

No matter. I've memorized every inch and would-be reaction of her body anyway.

Her opening is even hotter than her mouth's insides, but that's to be expected. Disregarding any actual modern biology, a person's densest and most critical Magic Circuit or Core is close to one's navel. For Kippōshi, that naturally will be her womb, where her [Hellfire] Element is blazing the strongest. With how aroused and mind-muddled she is, controlling all that heat is very difficult, and we have lost count on how many rooms, clothes, and furniture we've destroyed when we fooled around in the past.

I don't thrust in immediately with my fingers' tip – already using my index and ring fingers right now – but use them like a reverse plier to spread open her vaginal hole, stretching it laterally to the side, then longitudinally, playing with it with as much mischief as I did to Jūbei's asshole last night. The opening allows even more juice to flood downwards from her searing depths, letting it pour onto the sheets and my knees below. With a good gap available, I insert my middle finger and scratch her upper walls, tracing a straight line from her outermost opening through her clitoris's immediate underside, ending at a rough, meaty patch where her G-spot is.

And that's the most I do: scratch. Instead of curling all three of my fingers and simply scoop out her inner flesh, I stimulate these sensitive nerves with my middle finger's tip, 'beckoning' the hungry donut-like organ to come down from its perch atop Kippōshi's pussy. Yes, this isn't her most arousing spot, but it serves as a good connection to continuously escalate her sexiness and want.

"Mrgh…"

I grunt a touch – fortunately unheard by her – when her knee accidentally bumps into my balls lightly. With my cock towering straight upwards with a slight bend, these sacks are left dangling and unprotected. The sensation of her burning skin on my sensitive scrotum is stimulating enough in and of itself, and when I take into account my arousal which has been similarly simmering from her presence, it's enough to almost make me abandon my plan and simply take her here and there.

- Muchu.

"Aah~ It's in…"

A sopping wet sound suddenly envelops the tip of my finger, signifying I've involuntarily extended the middle finger stimulating her G-spot upwards, and her womb having descended to meet it. Not too egregious – perhaps only by an inch or so – but enough to be noticeable, considering I've done all I can to punch all my girls' wombs all the way back with my cock time after time. It's a wonder how their personal self-healing methods work, enabling us to go further and further into our fantasies without worry. For instance, all this slow, considered dance is what Kippōshi likes, just as much as Jūbei wet-dreams of being treated so roughly last night. As a consequence, however, I can't really figure out what my preferences is, since I've slept with countless numbers and types of women along with their quirks.

Since the uterus mouth has complied with my previous request, under Kippōshi's conscious will or not, I shouldn't disappoint.

"HAA~ I-I can feel it h-hitting…"

The flesh is shaped close to a failed donut. Those who describe it as a real one then has only fucked women who have their genitals damaged by irresponsible partners. Uterus naturally clamps down into a near-impenetrable flexible hole, and while careful stimulation can make it gape open, it's only slightly. Having an opening with the real size of an actual donut is only available in the realms of fantasy… just like the world I'm living in right now.

- Kuchu. Kuchu. Kuchu.

As I move my finger's tip around, it cutely sucks down on me gently, kissing and clinging on with little desire to let go even as I begin to stir Kippōshi's entire pussy a touch rougher with my other fingers. Moving my middle finger side-to-side makes her womb desperately following my movement, its mouth slumping over it more in an attempt to capture my digit more securely as it also gets bounced left and right. Poking it inwards and outwards even manages to push my finger into her womb's internal up to the first joint, and stretching the whole structure downwards when I pull out with a 'pop'. I can feel it trembling in anticipation of my next move, but I deliberately dodge the ever-inquisitive opening and begin to tickle it from the sides, earning me a good gush of fluids every time I do it a touch too strong and mushing its shape asymmetrically, spurting out very similarly to my own cock's ejaculation.

Oh, I forgot to pay attention to Kippōshi's expression. Does she like it, I wonder…?

- …

Well, I guess I needn't have asked.

"Haa~ NH~ ! Ah~ ! Ah~ ! Ah~ !"

The gentle and minute stimulation has melted her face into a slovenly one. Her eyes, normally piercing and heroic on the battlefield, are glazed and dull, moist with tears joining the snot and saliva running down her chin. Her mouth is open – much wider than what her womb can do, obviously – showing me the sight of her loose tongue laying limp inside her cavity, as well as letting out incoherent moans and groans. Her hot breath feels near-combustible, smelling of pure charcoal fire and brimstone.

…actually, that's not what her breath actually smells like. It's just a description my nose is actually picking up, which is naturally different than other people. I don't really know what she's supposed to smell like because I'm always picking up her Od's scent instead of her body odour, honestly.

- …!

"AAAH~ !"

Her jaws suddenly part open, simultaneous with her entire body growing taut, throwing her head upwards and backwards. To be frank, I don't need to observe this particular reaction, since her womb and vaginal walls instantly clamp upon my fingers' whole lengths, smashing them together into a rudimentary triple-pillar drilling deep into her pussy, immediately removing my ability to pull out – such is the strength her body reflexively exerts during orgasm.

- Psssssssshhhhhhhhhttt…

"Ha… Ha… Ha…" It's more intense than usual since she hasn't fully climaxed since the start of our flirting, causing her to fully piss herself onto my cock, left standing alone when her hand involuntarily slips off to the side when her entire body jerks this way and that. "Ahhh… I-I'm sorry…" she reflexively apologizes when she eventually regains control of her head and looks down.

- Pssshhhhhttt… Psht! Psht! Psht!

- Chu.

I kiss her chastely on the lips, patting the back of her head. "It's fine. You know I don't mind." Seeing how her urethra's almost done relieving itself, I form a cruel smile across my face. "Your pussy's cute as always, Kippōshi…"

"U-U-Uuu… Y-You're mean… Don't look…!" She slaps my shoulders, before lightly pummelling them with half-fists.

Still, she doesn't close her thighs despite her protests, instead spreading them wider so I can view the golden trickle sprinkling from her crotch better.

In the end, impatiently, I shuffle forwards a touch, lining up my cock's tip with her sopping wet folds. It's already well-moistened from my own pre-cum, her pee, and the thick juices dripping from deep inside her earlier, so I don't have to adjust our tempo as carefully or pay attention to pain. While that can be a good play in and of itself, constant masochism only lasts momentarily as a fad.

"Aha~ Ha… Ah~ Ah~ !"

In one breath, I hollow out her tunnels all the way to her womb, pressing the uterus's opening upwards far beyond its original position, and stretching it until I can almost breach it. The impact feels more substantial because it's prolapsed by about an inch or so from my earlier fingering, immediately encapsulating my whole cockhead with her uterus meat like a small cap. Even with this violent impact, however, it still tenderly sucks on its intruder, and follows my cock's retreat for about three inches or so as I pull out, before letting go with a 'pop'.

At that time, I'm almost clear of her entire pussy, leaving just said cockhead wedged by this tight hole, before thrusting in powerfully once again before her body has a chance to elastically readjust and return everything back where it should be. This effect is most apparent on Kippōshi's body, which is more toned than Jūbei but without Chiyome's and Danzō's body-altering skill, meaning her training created an incredibly springy figure overall which will snap her flesh in place whenever I pinch her butt or breasts out, for example.

"Haa~ Ha~ G-Gently…"

I hug her upper body close to mine, making sure my cock's and her pussy's alignment is fixed for the upcoming harsh movement, but also so I can bury my face in her breasts, slick with sweat but firm and bouncy to the touch. Her tall frame means it's quite awkward to simply lift and shake her entire body around like I usually do with Chiyome – I believe the modern term is 'like an onahole' – but I manage my best, mildly jumping both of us into the air with the strength of my thighs and glutes before landing on my knees, giving me more leverage to stab her upwards… as well as inadvertently impaling her even deeper from the sudden drop, causing her to finally scream out loud after trying her best to muffle her voice uselessly.

"Haa~ Ha~ I t-told you to be g-gentle…"

Her arms and legs reflexively wrapped around me when we're mid-air for an instant then, and tighten considerably when her womb is once again pierced upwards, almost touching its separate upper walls, hugging me enough strength to kill a man by breaking his back. Experience is the only thing telling me to Reinforce myself beforehand, because all of my wives possess that level of strength, but it's still a touch suffocating.

But, because it also pushes my face further into her cleavage, it's also a good thing.

"Ah-ha~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ !"

I pump my hips upwards, holding her entire body mostly in place, enjoying the supreme, uncontrollable tightness she's squeezing my cock with. While she doesn't get as wet as naturally as Jūbei, or artificially as the other two girls, it's enough to at least support my whole-length pistoning without issue. Note this is strictly speaking of the grool produced by her innermost womb; she's plenty wet enough from the pee and vaginal juices coming out of her urethra, lubricating my length before using this liquid to ease the expansion of her powerful walls.

I say Kippōhi is well-built and thick-boned, but I don't even need Reinforcement to continuously bounce her on top of my dick. Yes, I'm helped by her pussy's tightness correcting her entire body as it momentarily flies in the air every few seconds, but I think she's also unconsciously moving in accordance to my rather sudden movements by contracting her well-trained muscles. Just because her body maintains its feminine lines doesn't mean the flesh underneath can't produce explosive strength people usually associate with masculine figures.

"U-Urgh!"

Countless squelching sounds – now oh-so-familiar to me – quickly grows louder and louder to reach their highest peak, which we maintain for several minutes as we chase that ever-further reaches of extreme orgasm. I grunt, cumming inside her suddenly in the middle of our fucking, but I can't find the will in myself to stop and enjoy the afterglow even as my cock spurts out thick ropes of semen into her womb. The constant pistoning make my ejaculation messy and smear the entire length of her hot tunnel, causing copious amount to splash out of the sides of my cock with every pull-out. Some does manage to find their way into her womb, but that's solely because of our persistent collision around her uterus instead of a precision shot.

"M-Moving while c-cumming… S-Shirō… D-Don't teach my b-body ttthhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssss…!" She manages to squeeze out a coherent sentence amidst her continuous groans, her deeper and masculine voice uncontrollably grunting with every stroke. "OOOGGH! OOOGGH! OOOGGH!"

The sensation of forcibly slipping into a forbiddingly tight hole, one squeezing any foreign object so tightly my cock should've popped out long ago… yet because of the additional lubrication provided by the mixture of my and her cum around it, she's unable to resist. It's incredibly empowering and arousing… though I perhaps have used that word too liberally these past few days.

In one word, it feels good. As in, the epitome of that word. Not overwhelmingly so both of us lose all sensations and go into each other's mental spaces, and not underwhelmingly so we're still left wanting for more, frustrated. Just two people enjoying each other's warmth and what our bodies grant ourselves. The tempo we quickly settle on is neither too furious or lethargic, instinctively knowing how fast is the most pleasurable.

If I wasn't blinded by this rhetorical opaque mist of lust, then I would've commended Kippōshi's attention to detail, because we haven't spent much time with each other lately.

"Ha~ Ah~ Ahn~ ! …r-rough! I'm g-going rougher!"

I feel her legs move from fully circling my hips to planting themselves solidly to the soft mattress, relieving a considerable weight her body's burdening mine. Now crouching with her legs bowed, she can swing her hips to match my own strength, slamming down her crotch into mine with carefully-controlled strokes, eager not to let my cock fully come out with the renewed flexibility her position grants. For more leverage, she lays her arms on my shoulders, pull my head in, and press her face into mine for a deep, yet innocent kiss – the kind we share first as children when experimenting – merely a firm-but-tender locking of lips, instead of the vulgar French kissing we typically do as adults.

The mixture of my remaining cum and her pussy juices quickly froth up our crotch area, spraying all over the place and staining the mattress. Because our bodies are now held tighter together, my hands don't have the space to continue to fondle her shapely breasts, so I let them slide down and grasp her firm buttcheeks, partially helping her aim and control her movements as she's going wilder and wilder.

She may have been trying to keep her composure, but as I also descend into depravity more and more, it's impossible for her to keep pace with how calmly I'm narrating everything, and is on the verge of throwing rationality away to slam her hips downwards like a maniac.

As it is, I'm still adjusting her pace – putting more strength to halt her speed on more than one occasion, or deliberately scraping my cockhead harder against her walls to use friction to jolt her body upwards. I know eventually I'm going to have to stop moving and let her run wild, but it's not yet the time. I still want to savour the intense heat, tightness, and wetness of her glory hole, its flesh squeezing unnaturally uniformly along my shaft, driving me further and further into the edge.

When I pull out, the small undulations all equally grabs hold of my cock's skin, catching on my gland and refusing to let go every step of the way. I am forced to let out content sighs each time I do this, as the pleasure tingles all the right spots mentally, forming the image of a clingy and childish Kippōshi, begging for me not to go. Then, immediately after is the push – or, in this case, a hard thrust – all up into her belly, ramming my cock's tip into the welcoming mouth of her womb and stretching it inwards again and again, each time going further and further into the sacred space where only babies should live. I groan alongside her as the gland slowly pushes more and more into her womb, the empty space where a foetus should be feeling more like a furnace, sucking in all precum leaking out of my already-engorged cock.

- Munyu! Munyu! Munyu!

The sound of her womb opening, closing, and stretching when it latches around my gland grows louder with every motion, her innermost opening gaping larger and larger to accommodate this pesky intruder in the form of my cock, eager to swallow everything in and not just my semen.

- Puha!

She accidentally breaks our kiss to moan loudly towards the sky, giving me great access to her slender-yet-long pristine neck, my lips immediately switching to suckling onto that tender flesh, mimicking a leech. A guttural groan comes immediately after, reverberating clearly from her throat's insides into my mouth. "Ahh… Y-Your cock… S-So good…" she lets out, slowing herself down slightly to prevent the ever-increasing pleasure and desire overwhelming her. "Haaa… M-Moving w-while you c-cum… That's i-insane, Shirōōōōōōōōō…!"

"Do you like it? Like this? Your womb… sticks to me and won't let go…" I comment, just as breathless as she is, though thankfully I manage to hold myself from stuttering every other word. "Squishy… Wet… I love you, Kippōshi."

The unprompted confession manages to bring her mind back to reality, if only for a moment. "Y-You idiot… S-Saying that at a time like this…" She soon grumbles, "S-Stop describing everything in such a n-naughty way…! My b-body's not a t-toy you can disassemble…!"

"But you consented to being my toy a few nights ago…" I remind her, reminding myself to continuously breathe because the exertion on my body in this position, despite her legs' assistance, isn't light. "Have you forgotten?" I ask, deliberately burying myself into the nook of her neck so my words reverberate in her skull, just as much as her earlier delectable groan did. "I want you… All of you…"

She mewls at both my earlier suckling of her neck and my desperate-sounding request. "Aaahhh… J-Just because y-you asked n-nicely, o-okay…?!"

Now, this isn't something I've heard a long time: Kippōshi reverting to the tsundere side more prevalent in her youth. Of course, now it's portrayed with her mature, alluring beauty, so the effect it has on my 'affection meter' is more palpable, as symbolized by my cock.

"A-A-AAAHHH! Y-You just got h-harder…!" She remarks, feeling my cock slightly ballooning in excitement. "H-Hah… Hah… Hah… C-C-CUM, SHIRŌŌŌŌŌŌŌŌŌ…!"

I grunt. "I'll… wait until your next climax. L-Let's do it together then…"

"Noooooooo… I-I've c-cummed many, m-many times alreadyyyyyyyyyyy…!" She protests cutely, twisting her hips and planting her crotch deep into mine. Kippōshi changes the length of her stroke to barely an inch above my pelvis, using slower, more deliberate circular movement to drill my cock deeper into her pussy. Just like her agape mouth, her lower one is hungrily wanting of my semen. "Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum! OHH! OHH! OHH! OHH!"

This change, while effective on me, is also a double-edged sword for her, since she quickly orgasms again before I reach my peak. Instead of a uniform squeezing like a scorching mechanical vice, her pussy wriggles in this latest climax, vibrating happily on its own without attempting to wring out my ejaculation. That task is handled by her uterus, evident from the way she sinks her crotch as deep onto my cock as possible and – finally – letting my gland into her womb's inner chamber, clasping itself around the neck and undulates hypnotically to tease out my semen.

I try to pull back a touch to resume our earlier, more restrained movements… and I succeed, yes, but only to a certain point because I'm now stuck within her womb. Forcibly ripping my cock out would've harmed her, and while I'm confident in this house's medical service, it's not a pleasant experience seeing anything but virgin blood coming out of my lover. Besides, her uterus now acts like a bungee cord, elastically holding me in place at the peak of wherever it allows me to pull back into, and sucking me in effortlessly straight after that. Her legs have tightly circled my waist, and she's now pumping herself in and out with nothing but her abdominal muscles' strength.

Her toned stomach squirms and her hips grinds back-and-forth, mindlessly rubbing our genitals together. To be frank, I don't have the mental capacity to comment on her every little detail because I, too, am very close to my own orgas-

"OOHHH!" I groan loudly into her collarbones, having unknowingly rested my face upon her chest bones as I enjoy her womb's milking of my semen. "Mrghhh… K-Kippōshi… I came…" I grunt out, the suddenness in which I lose control of my ejaculation catching me off-guard for a moment.

Still, no response comes from her, as her body twitches and trembles in place, as if her earlier aggression is nothing but an illusion – gone as fast as it starts. She suddenly grows quiet, her breaths lengthening into a steady rhythm… as if she's… sleeping…?

"Oh, dear, you're just too cute," I chuckle when I lift my face up from her slick and wet upper bosom. "Thank you for a wonderful night," I add.

The sight of her towering neck and all-encompassing red hair is all I see, as her chin is nicely resting atop my own head, Kippōshi fallen unconscious at this point. I grunt and lift her off me, gently laying her down on the now-damp mattress. Her face, even after indulging in orgasmic bliss, is very dignified, and she sleeps tenderly with only drool marks from our sex the only proof she has done something raunchy.

"H-Huh? …e-eh…?" She immediately wakes up a few seconds after her head touches the mattress, the sudden change in position she's found herself in triggering her self-preservation instincts. "Shirō… W-What… U-UUU-UUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The night's still young, so of course I don't let her rest after that.