Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

If a woman becomes pregnant, she is told that she should "avoid sexual activity as much as possible…" from the time of pregnancy until about five months into the so-called "stabilisation period".

Because the risk of abortion is considered extremely high until the stabilisation period is reached.

Until five months ago, it was in the womb that the "placenta is not ready..."

And if asked why it would be better to avoid sexual activity, the obstetrician would probably say "because there is a change in the woman's body itself due to pregnancy..."

When you become pregnant, it is the vaginal foramen that makes the first change.

Yes, that female genitals that wrap the strange sons of men hanging in their groins slightly and give them supreme pleasure.

The vaginal foramen is inhabited by a lactic acid bacterium called Bacillus del Rhine (Kann). This lactic acid bacterium is a very healthy family of workers who continue to produce lactic acid in their vaginal foramen without resting daily.

Vaginal pores are kept acidic, partly thanks to their productive activities like that.

This keeps the other bacteria away from the vagina and therefore maintains their self-cleansing properties - so that other men's Little Boys, including my Big Sun, could safely feel comfortable flirting with women.

However, the vaginal environment of a woman fluctuates greatly when she becomes pregnant. The vaginal foramen is constantly congested by hormonal changes.

As a result, the woman's vagina becomes swollen, and inevitably vaginal secretion fluids increase, making her cumbersome.

I love this state too much. Many perverted dads dive into their stabilised wives screaming "You like to be a pregnant woman (mom)".

But this change in the vaginal foramen was like a midsummer night hell for the Bacillus Dadelline.

The majority of them can't stand that change, they get butterflies, and the line of lactic acid manufacturing stops.

It would be easy to imagine what would happen if I slapped a penis on my desire at that time.

The bacteria on the penis grow in the feminine organs with reduced immunity, hunting down, humiliating, and killing the Dadelline bacteria who lived in peace.

And the bacteria that suppressed Bacillus del Rhine and expanded their power invaded the womb of a woman, eroding the crystals of love of both men and women.

In addition to that, there are physiological and functional problems on the part of the man.

In other words, semen and starting fluid were problems in themselves.

Because semen and the like make a woman's uterus cum - in other words, they have the function of causing it to contract.

If it's normal, it's fine.

Because we're just talking about having plenty of spit in the womb and enjoying the aftertaste while you and your beloved woman are having fun.

But when a child is in the womb, it's like a different situation.

What happens if you pour in semen that causes your uterus to contract when your child is stuck in your womb - just imagine it's horrible.

It's hard because it's not just that, it's that uterine contractions also occur when a woman is at her peak.

Nevertheless, it seems that the contraction in this case is only for a moment, so the situation is not the same as when the semen was released.

It goes without saying, however, that if you peak and contract repeatedly over and over again, it will be a big deal.

She also shouldn't seem to touch this one, as touching a pregnant woman's nipples can lead to an immediate uterine contraction.

That also means that the nipples and uterus are closely connected - that's all I hear, it kind of happens sometimes.

Now, this is my knowledge of early pregnancy women.

In the former world, I rushed into obstetrics and gynaecology as a boyfriend of a girlfriend who had gotten pregnant with her hands on a very assisted relationship of loneliness, and doctors and nurses gave me a sermon along with a dossier called "Pregnant Woman's Signs," and I was graciously explained, but it's not because of the late knowledge or anything.

Once upon a time, the glossy lips of the princess of the city approached my cheek thinking about it - I wondered if she sucked it all up, and when her plush tongue crawled out, she licked it around Peppy.

When the City Princess could roll me back to sleep, she crawled her left hand into my Big Sun and rolled my left nipple with her right hand.

And her tongue is plugged into my ear hole, and she makes a loud noise and sucks it up - but once only literally, it's what a fine luxury prostitute plays.

No, I've never been to a brothel.

Unconsciously, I reached into the matching eyes of the City Princess's kimono and tried to touch its soft chest.

"Ah... no, sir."

But the princess turns around and escapes from my hand.

"That old lady told me, 'During your pregnancy, you must not touch your nipples by your lords'. Otherwise, they say the child will flow..."

I get apologized for looking sorry, but I can't help this.

I know that, too, and more importantly, for the body of my loving wife.

In the first place, it's my fault for reaching out to a habit I know I shouldn't touch.

Nevertheless, it is quite painful that you are not allowed to touch it. It is like being told to "wait" before a feast.

And leaving a woman to do it, I was sure it didn't suit my sexuality.

"So from now on, the city will serve plenty of chancellors every night, so please forgive me in peace..."

But the princess has shown me the utmost sincerity.

From the very beginning, I must express considerable gratitude to my wife for offering to "hang out with her husband's sexual processing every night…" etc.

Throughout her marriage, she will also be painfully aware that I am what is commonly referred to as a sexual prodigy.

You know exactly how hard it is to deal with a man like that.

Nevertheless, in her heart offering to serve me - the impatience seemed obvious.

Perhaps in front of a woman named Ji Himei, she felt a sense of crisis.

The woman named Jiji Takenaka is beautiful even if her eyes are removed.

It creates an atmosphere reminiscent of some noonday annoying wife, and they are all firmly feminine in body, albeit small. Scorched brown hair is wavy and looks very soft.

(That's the level where it wouldn't be weird to be obsessed if it was before you knew the City Princess...)

But the reality isn't, I'm meeting the princess and I'm dealing with a couple.

And the princess is definitely my favorite woman.

Nevertheless, there is no way that the city princess can be heartily relieved when she calls out, "You don't have to worry," either.

If you try to reverse your position, you will understand very well.

I have a lover I truly love.

But imagine that the lover would have had a friend of the opposite sex who seemed close and obviously had feelings for his lover at some point.

- Whoo-hoo, I'd freak out if I were you.

Yes, I can assure you. That's why I know how the princess feels.

"Dear Sir... Dear Sir Sir..."

The city princess screams my name like a rumor, desperately mumbling her nipples and meat sticks.

That's only an imitation of what I'm doing to her, though.

The City Princess is merely reproducing the caress I gave her on my body as it is.

But that shows that "feeling good" for the City Princess was my caress as it was - and I'm very happy to think so.

Once my wife lowered her tongue to my neck, she stopped moving and began to snort.

"... what's up?

"No, nothing"

When I say that, she starts squirting at the back of my ear, the laryngeal buddha and the spasm of my jaw, etc. with her tongue tip.

I shook myself by accident.

Where the City Princess is licking is a structurally dirty area of the human body.

By the way, bathing is nothing but luxury in warring times.

That means you can't bathe much in this day and age.

I let the princess bathe in the water every day, but I only do minimal things like wiping my body with well water. That's all I could do.

"Stop, you're so dirty..."

"I can't believe it's dirty."

The city princess takes her hands off Big Sun and her nipples and says as she clings to my body all over her body.

"There's nothing dirty about the chancellor..."

"City..."

I cuddle her with the strength to hold me by accident.

They don't allow me to touch my chest or anything, but they forgive me for about this.

Feeling a soft puffiness over her kimono, I inhaled the intense smell of her drifting from her neck and my head cracked.

"Remember...... are you there? As soon as we got married, the chancellor of the city... that, oh, crawled his tongue by Omako... I resisted and said this." You can't be dirty, can you? If you were a dirty woman, you'd have no place for me to marry her. '"

The city princess exchanges horny manners planted on me, embarrassed about that, but keeps the word going.

"I still remember exactly what you said when you hung me up. That's how happy the city was. Love and tolerate the dirty parts of the city..."

Really? After all, I admire the fact that girls are something I remember even a few things, like nothing.

It's just that it's the language of a lustfully painted man. I don't think you should really trust him.

"So it's the same for the city. There is no such thing as dirty to the chancellor. Isn't it dirty that the city's beloved chancellor..."

That said, she says, breathing heavily in my neck, letting her eyes wander.

"Huh... very good smell... City, this... I love it..."

When I stroke the princess's hair all right, she'll sweeten me with a sniffle.

That went on for a while, but eventually I guess I remembered my original purpose. My beloved wife rushes to reach out to my big sun.

"Oh, are you satisfied yet?

"Also...... already...... Please say goodbye…"

When I made fun of her, the princess dyed her cheeks red.

"To such a chancellor, this is what...!

When the princess opened her glossy lips slightly, she dropped her neck on my chest plate and clasped her nipples.

And when he made a dirty noise and sucked it up, and wet his own fingertips with saliva - he crawled his fingers on the other nipple, rolling it by the way.

The excess hand squeezes my stiffness and treats it up and down with a lump.

"Yes, city... you, totally slutty..."

"Juru... Juru... no, Mahu... Nju..."

A hot exhale of desire leaks out of the City Princess's mouth, and that heat hits me in the neck through my chest plate, crawling up to my face.

My Big Sun grew more and more tenacious with that slutty look that an endless beautiful girl showed.

"Chang Zheng, from…… to… to… to…. Huh... this is... I don't have a choice... eh"

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"Ha... Nfu... Dear President... so, so tenacious... you look pathetic..."

The city princess exhaled sweetly as she frictionally rubbed the outpouring part of my Big Sun meat umbrella with a ring made of fingers.

"Haha...... eh. So much... so much bigger... so much... fu... jiru..."

Licking my nipples, squirting, rubbing up my groin, to the appearance of a pure poor wife who serves me with the utmost slut - my Big Sun drips tears sloppily with gratitude.

A leaping liquid spilled from the stiffness tangled at the City Princess's fingertips, and a dirty concert began all over.

Every time her fingertips plunder the meat umbrella, she moves her hips unexpectedly.

When she senses it, she focuses on attacking the tortoise head with a ring of fingers.

"Wow..."

The city princess releases her mouth from her nipples and breathes a "fu" there wet with saliva.

I was confused as I accidentally jumped my hips. Where did you get this kind of knowledge?

- I'm so sorry, it was my fault.

"Eh... that's strange... Dear Chang Zheng, even though you are very successful... and yet this place is... very cute..."

The city princess whispers with a lewd look, like a fever, as she looks up at me.

"Dear Mr. Chang Zheng... Now if you'll excuse me..."

With that said, she moved to my crotch when she did, and looked at the stiff meat stick.

"Oh... wow, smell..."

With a swinging voice, the city princess sluttily distorts its beauty as she snorts.

And then he gently pressed his beautiful nose against my meat stick.

"Huh... this is so hot..."

Well, I guess so.

But I couldn't even say that, I was just overwhelmed by the sight in front of me.

An ugly, viciously shaped meat stick is spontaneously rubbed against a beauty proud of its extinct beauty.

And her face was slightly up and down as she brought the meat stick along its neat nostrils.

In other words, every time a large amount of precursor fluid sticks to the princess's nose and cheeks, the meat stick rubs the gravy juice into her beautiful face.

Once upon a time, I was at the extreme of excitement.

There is more spiritual excitement than physical excitement.

I am delighted to smear beautiful gems and make them paint with my own dirt - I seemed to have such a sexuality.

Once upon a time, I remembered the pleasure of making my beloved beautiful princess's clear face look like a veto without a running liquid.

"City... Ugh...!

Finally, the Princess's tongue grows and begins to lick my big sun.

Hot, rough sensations crawl through my stiffness, licking off the starting liquid...

"Nfu... weird, tastes... ju..."

The City Princess starts rubbing my penis with her supple hands, while rubbing her scrotum slightly with one hand.

And when I stretched my tongue out of my glossy lips - I started twisting my bell mouth with my tongue tip dripping down the running fluid.

"Ugh... City, that... sucks...!

"Hmm...... is that right?

The city princess has a horny grin, and when she inserts her tongue tip into the bell mouth, she is stirring up the starting fluid and swallowing it.

And the beginning and end of licking around the crease of the meat umbrella, pointing her pornographic gaze at me.

Plus, he's stretching his tongue exactly where he's weak while checking my reactions.

I could no longer play with her, but I did not groan with pleasure.

"Dear Chang Zheng... lovely..."

We all don't know what's nice, but the City Princess apparently has me looking like that right now.

It's like we men feel the color on an ambushed woman... is that what it feels like?

"Huh... Huh. No more... this is too nasty..."

You would, and I didn't have time to put the penetration in, and I was groaning, "Wow..." and I was leaning back heavily.

And the princess opened her mouth wide, and began to snap my tortoise head open.

"Huh..."

It's like a singer squeezing a microphone - squeezing a meat stick with both hands slowly and steadily swallows a viciously sticking meat umbrella into his mouth.

The feeling of the City Princess's glossy inner mucosa slammed into my turtle head, and I accidentally held her head in.

"Hmmm......!

My beloved pregnant wife sinks my meat stick into its chamber with a distressed voice, but without resistance.

(woohoo...... what a nasty new wife you are!

When I grab her head gently, I start to move up and down.

The slutty sound of a cuckoo echoes every time a meat umbrella pops out of the City Princess's lips.

When it came to the City Princess, she let that beautiful face wander completely and my exchange remained.

I can't go deep because of the length, but it still feels good enough.

I let go of the princess's face and give her instructions to move herself, in the freckled pleasure of running on her hips.

"Nfu, Nfu, Nfu, Jiru, Chiru"

The city princess puts her face up and down hard.

If the meat stick pokes its cheek, it swells, and when sucking it up, it snaps.

The clear beauty envied by all human beings in the world was obscenely disintegrated by oral pornography.

She is also passionate about that slutty play and is delayed in the act like she was floated by fever.

"Oh... good, city, great...!

When I stroked her head, she had a very happy look on her face, intertwining her tongue in addition to exercise up and down.

I was daunted by that healthy attitude, the bell mouth trembled, and when I vomited, I was rapidly approaching.

I guess I guessed that. The city princess serves as a momentum to handle the rod with both hands, strengthening her caress for the turtle head by holding a horny, humble lake in her mouth with plenty of saliva and precursor fluid.

And the Big Sun was no longer frightened and trembled - and its bell mouth was opened wide and wide.

"I'll get it out...... Huh!

"Mm-hmm... Mm-hmm!

A turbid stream of semen like magma overflows into the princess's chamber and is poured into her esophagus. But there's too much to swallow.

The City Princess accidentally releases her mouth from the tortoise head, and inevitably my Big Sun punches semen in the direction she doesn't. My sperma, which blew up into the universe, eventually fell as I arced according to the guidance of gravity.

And most of them were untimely to the charcoal behind the furnace, making a baking noise called ju.

The charcoal in the furnace is hot enough to cook the cake. Naturally.

"Ah... Huh..."

Has she weakened herself, and the city princess looks pompously at the massive amount of contraceptive juice that jumped into the ashes as she gave her beloved look in a girl's seat?

But my Big Sun still remains a ginger.

(I want the city...... I want to penetrate the vaginal orifice of the city as much as I want......!

When I approach her, I peel off the punch and open my kimono to the side to expose my chest all at once.

The city princess panicked greatly and tried to hide her breasts with both arms.

But not a substitute that can be concealed with her fine arms, rather, her muffled breasts increase nasty and stir up my libido in the ginguine.

"Yes, it hurts..."

When I grabbed the princess's chest, she gave me a distressed look.

I'm in the middle of a sexual act, and that look can also be an element of my libido.

- But the look on her face was of different quality.

"Ah... su, sorry..."

Yes, it seemed so painful that I accidentally apologized.

"Also...... I'm sorry, Dear Governor. Well, my chest is getting really tight from the morning..."

Speaking of which, did the pregnant woman's chest get tense from time to time so that it was painful?

I think "Pregnant Woman's Signs" only said that.

"Um, Governor! The city is mouthing again......!

"No, that's enough."

I'll gently stroke her head and then I'll fix her kimono for you.

And when I gently mouthed her forehead, I hugged her and then slowly stroked her back.

Combined with a thank you for making me feel better and an apology for making me hurt at the end.

She was complaining about the continuation of sexual processing in my chest, but it seemed that my relentless hand movements gradually restored calm.

He cheeks on my chest and accepts jizz and my afterplay.

"Dear Chang Zheng... isn't it hard...?

The City Princess still asks me that, with her hands on the rigid Big Sun.

Sadly, my prodigal son is crying out loud for the continuation of sexual activity - I was desperately crushing such a beast with reason.

"It's not hard. Don't be too annoying."

"Ah...... sorry!

The princess hurries away from my rigidity.

I dared to say it strongly - because if I were given the stimulus continuously as it is, I would lose reason and push her down and stick my penis in that honeypot relentlessly... I had a feeling about that.

"Pity, rationality drives me crazy like this lower body, etc..."

My beastiality asks me to ignore that and pursue pleasure when she says that the crystal of love between me and the City Princess resides in her womb.

But I couldn't let that happen. For me, for the princess, and for the Asai family.

……

It's about her, she must have drawn the circumstance from my expression.

There were two complicated emotions in the Princess's face: joy and sadness.

- First of all, my joy at thinking about her and the kids I haven't seen yet, and trying to crush my own libido.

- And grief at the fact that I can't even handle the sexuality of my beloved husband.

With joy and sorrow for them, she moisturizes her eyes and follows me.

As I was held by her, I lifted up my hips and pushed the Big Sun in.

Now no matter what happens, I can't get into my beloved wife.

My strange son is angry at the fact, moaning, and wetting the inside of my temper when he spills tears of his fierceness.

"Dear President..."

"That's okay."

"But..."

"I care about you. Above all, more than anyone."

Once I pull the princess out of my chest, I put my sleeve through the bedding I was taking off.

Then she panicked and began to help me get dressed, and a dozen seconds later she was dressed tight.

"Let's go to sleep."

When I lay her down in the dungeon, I grabbed the hook that had been stripped off and hung it on her.

"Um, Dear Sir...?

You were surprised that you never came into the same fuselage, and the City Princess uttered a voice of doubt as she woke herself up.

I hold her back and laugh.

"No. If I walk into the same place as you right now, I'm gonna do terrible things."

The Big Sun still wants the female body and hasn't solved the swelling.

I bend over and stroke the head of the city princess while opening myself to the strength of my own lust.

"So at least for today...... let's stop sleeping together. I'll sleep in the dried straw there..."

"- Huh!? Oh, no! I won't let you do that! Let the chancellor act like a peasant, etc!

"Fine!

I get up and hug her protesting with an awesome sword screen, and I tell her to slow down and preach.

"City, whose the hell are you?

"That's... hey, I'm the wife of the chancellor..."

"What should a wife do to her husband's instructions?

"Oh, that's...!

I drop a kiss by telling her, with a pitiful look on her face, "Because I'm fine".

"By the way, if there's anything like getting out of the dungeon and sleeping in my straw - I'm gonna push you back to the Oda family."

……

I mean, that's why we're the last couple to want - and that's why the City Princess is painfully aware of my readiness for her.

She leans down and squeezes the hanging tight.

But if we hadn't kept the line here, it would have been irrevocable.

Because abortion in this age can even take the life of a mother, not just a child.

"I love you from the bottom of my heart"

"Even I am! I love you! We admire the chancellor from the marrow of his bones!

"So you have to endure"

I stroked her head and fell into a pile of straw in the corner of the room.

"October 10th... it's time for you to have a baby and lay your body on top of mine again - whatever it takes, let it endure"

Feeling the sight of the princess, I fall asleep in the straw. I smell the day and I don't feel bad.

And at the same time, I recall the fact that most people in this era were replacing straw.

(If it's a day or two, I can handle it, but it's harsh to keep this going every day...)

When I turned around to escape the sight of the princess, I tried to shut out as much pain in my groin as I could, and closed my lid.

Anyway, all I can do - I hope she'll have the baby safely, enough to create an environment for it.

And... if I become an obstacle to her birth and safety myself, it's the end of the line.

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When did he do it, he fell asleep?

With my eyes closed, I become aware that my consciousness has awakened.

My Big Sun, hanging in his groin, seemed totally infidel and refused to have a erection in the morning. He's falling asleep between my legs, feeling powerless.

Nevertheless, he seemed to get a very good quality sleep for sleeping in the hay.

Exactly the two letters "Sleep Well" stick together.

I would have supported that tranquil sleep by striking a turnaround on a soft pillow - jumped up in a hurry.

"... good morning"

And now there was my beloved wife, who smiled while sitting upright.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

"City, you..."

- I told you not to sleep at my place!

If you open your mouth to yell at her like that, she will strike the lead with perseverance.

"The city is not supposed to sleep with the chancellor. As the chancellor said, the city slept alone, woke up just a little early, and let the chancellor kneel pillow."

That would be a trick - I tried to say, I stopped.

"City, you are truly... my strong woman"

"... not as good as the chancellor"

And we laugh bitterly at each other.

As I reached out, the city princess took the hand and stood up fluttered.

And make it look like you can't even walk. I guess my legs are completely paralyzed.

Although she was desperately trying to hide it through.

It was clear from the way it looked - that she had been wearing a knee pillow on me for quite some time.

Probably crawled out of my hoof right after I fell asleep.

(How dare you try to get that far...)

Thanks to the City Princess for her love and a little anxiety at the same time, when I tried to hold her back...

"Dear Shosho Mae, It's Tsubaki! Master Sutra is with us! Fire, I want to tell you something!

The voice of the city princess's maid rang from outside.

I look at the City Princess, hold her for a second and carry her over the hook, and she shouts "let me in".

It immediately opened, and the maple and the straight sutra showed themselves in an excited way.

"What's the matter, early this morning -"

"Dear Hall, we have received a report from Takenakamizu!

A thunderous voice of direct sutra sounds like a blow to my inquiry.

And at that moment, I sensed things.

"Has your brother-in-law dropped Inaya Castle?"

"You're right! It is said that it went down to the Oda family's surrender recommendation made last night!

"... All right! Okay, hey!

When I answered to slap him, I seized the princess of the city who had tried to stand up and ordered Tsubaki to accompany me in changing clothes, telling her straight story.

"Straight Sutra, get ready for Interpretive Moon Hair for a long time! I'm coming to congratulate you, Lord Nobunaga, right now!

"Oh my God."

"Don't worry about security. No, Sekigahara is under the influence of my Asai family. And Mino joined the army of the Oda family, and both the thieves were able to stand up and operate."

More important than anything for the Asai family as it stands was its relationship with the Oda family, which is going to border the territory.

Even in confronting the Asakuras and Hexagons, I have never moved on to improving Nobunaga's mental state.

And perhaps, under Nobunaga's aegis - congratulations will come from many quarters on the forthcoming suppression of Inaya Mountain Castle.

Then there shall be no such thing as the Asai family lagging behind, and burying them among the celebrations of the elephants.

"After I leave, order the governor to prepare something to celebrate. As soon as possible. And when you're ready, bring it to Mino."

"But..."

direct sutra says with his neck tilted.

"You don't want to bring souvenirs yourself?

"No, I already have it. Souvenirs."

I smiled as I watched the City Princess.

"A nephew may be born to Lord Nobunaga... and the newspaper will be a gift above all else."