Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

Finishing the evening, he bathed in water and sweated while accompanied by a samurai, and the returning butterfly carefully wiped off the dirt of his body.

My hair is totally wet when the good guy complimented me on "beating the value of a million stones".

The return butterfly used the mirror to work hard and night makeup, watching the samurai wipe the water away with a cloth for what it was worth.

All the side chambers of Nobunaga, a good man, remain in Qingzhou Castle and Komaki Mountain Castle, and when it comes to the woman he surrounds, there is only a return butterfly. Together it is,

(Lord Nobunaga and I can spend the night together -)

- It meant.

Returning Butterfly accompanied Nobunaga for 18 years as his wife, turning 32 this year.

Normally, even if a good man asked for his body, he was old enough to say, "Please, let the side chamber pass to you..."

But when Nobunaga said to the returning butterfly that he had refused, he said, "I don't know anything about it," and held her rough like a wildling bandit.

Since then, Nobunaga had regularly visited the returning butterfly, and the returning butterfly had also responded to the demands of the good man.

(In the land of the concubine, held by a good man in the mansion where your father was...)

If you think so, it hurts deep in your belly.

Of what I sincerely think you are serving without being worthy of your age - still, the returning butterfly was a woman. All this time, I wanted to be loved by the man I loved.

(Now I don't have a face to see the princess...)

It was not in front of Tsuchida but in front of the butterfly that taught the city princess how to work.

So the returning butterfly preached that men should not defy what they do to women, and that they should remain firmly conscious and "never 'careless'..."

I repeatedly said, "Do not expect carnal desire like a whore or a whore..." - the habit, speaking of the return butterfly itself, makes me expect to meet Nobunaga.

(Once upon a time, I was sent to the guardian hall...)

Changzheng Asai, the general of Kitakomie, seemed like a very preferred youth for the return butterfly.

If you think you're an Australian general who runs the battlefield and leads the Asai family to victory, you make the deep side of the feeling of drowning the princess, and you count the birds like a child, you try to greedily seek knowledge -

(It's like watching Lord Nobunaga on a young day...)

When it came to Nobunaga in his early 20s, he was just a bloody young man, and one who often took home butterflies out to Yamano.

Often it extended to acts in the invisible mountains because by that time the conflicts and discord with each other had also been dissolved.

Under the blue sky, bare skin is exposed and intertwined, and when the deeds are done, they sweat at each other listening to the river (spiral), and at some point they intertwine again - something that was repeated all the time.

That was in response to Nobunaga's desire, which had flourished to the point where lust was abnormal, but it is not an excusable fact though.

Because I'm ashamed of myself, on the other hand, as a teacher, I told the princess to be strict with her sexuality so she wouldn't go off the road.

(-It's a woman, it's a man.)

Returning to the land and looking forward to the visit of the good man, the returning butterfly came to such a conclusion.

"Nobunaga is here for you, Princess Nobunaga!

"- Okay. Let us pass without disrespect."

When the samurai hired in at Ozhang reports seriously, the returning butterfly responds with a bitter smile.

In Ozhang, Nobunaga's home country, the returning butterfly was commonly referred to as the "dark princess".

Because she is the princess of Minooku, she is the princess of Minooku.

Once upon a time there would be about 28 samurai in the arms of the returning butterfly, but most of them called the returning butterfly a dark princess.

That means that there is a steady decrease in the number of samurai who know the beautiful age of the returning butterfly.

I was married to Nobunaga for 18 years.

The samurai from the Mino period, over 30 years old, fell ill, or married to a man introduced by the returning butterfly himself - while they left before her more and more.

"50 Years of Human Beings, Like Dreams..."

"Should there ever be one who can't be destroyed once he gets life..."

Succubus opens and Nobunaga steps into the room with one foot or the other.

The returning butterfly unexpectedly lowered his face and stopped by the good man, who went on to "hold the cup, bring the liquor," to prepare the samurai for the liquor.

"Return butterfly, it is rare for you to chant Tsurugi. Anything wrong?

"No, nothing in particular. More than that, let's be tired of Nobunaga. Please be at ease..."

"Knee!"

Nobunaga screams without getting her hair in while she is talking, and the return butterfly kneels even as she grins bitterly.

When Nobunaga fell asleep, he put his head on top of it.

- You can't have this castle.

"Ha..."

The returning butterfly hammered as he stroked the head of a good man who had broken abruptly from above his knee.

Nobunaga is not asking for a firm reply at a time like this, he just wants to summarize his thoughts as he speaks for himself.

"I don't like the curved wheel, the vibrations, everything. The idea is too old. I'm sorry about your father."

"Such a thing..."

"Therefore, change. Change everything. Destroy all the territory of this castle and turn it into a castle worthy of Nobunaga."

Nobunaga pulled out Hung and his nose hair and bounced it off towards the enclosure with his fingertips.

"This castle must be a sufficient base to cure the heavens. Otherwise, the chancellor and the city kids won't have a clue."

"Well..."

The return butterfly had accidentally raised his voice and asked the good man.

"To the guardian and the princess of Shimae, a child...?

"What, you didn't ask"

Guru flipped on his knees and Nobunaga asked as he looked up at the return butterfly.

"Last night, he said he figured it out. He came to this castle to celebrate his victory and to report it."

"Were you..."

"You've been talking to my brother-in-law for a long time..."

"Yes, he wants me to tell him the myth..."

"Hmm... I don't know, my brother-in-law"

The returning butterfly smiled as he felt the pain running on his chest.

I am well aware that the pain comes from jealousy.

18 years… Yes, after 18 years of walking with Nobunaga, I couldn't have a child, and only a few months after I became a couple, the city princess had a child -

(Too, too cruel...)

Homecoming Butterfly was squeezing his chest, recalling the conversation he had had with Chang Zheng at noon.

"To welcome that child into the house must end up being a parent. You must hold the child and scold him, and show him the way of life with his back. Without it, parents and children will be others who have only divided their blood."

It was an indication of his own readiness to eventually become a father.

As soon as he understood it, the Butterfly of Return - there was no other way to describe the emotions that were coming in bitterly with the announcement of laughter.

"This castle must be changed. And for the sake of my reign, for the sake of my children, the cities that I have yet to see - my aspirations must be kept in every corner of the heavens!

When Nobunaga jumped up, he snapped them from the virtues with the liquor, and from the samurai who had brought the cup - pouring the liquor into the cup stuck it out to the samurai first.

"Drink up! My Oda family, and my brother-in-law and his wife are coming out of a new door!

I am used to Nobunaga's oddity if I were to be a homecoming butterfly samurai, and I would dry my cup all at once.

Nobunaga, who saw it, shouted, "Heaven is clear!", drinking at will while standing on his own, then sitting somewhere beside the return butterfly.

"Drink, you too, drink!

"Well, it's hard to..."

Nobunaga exhorts the returning butterfly and pours the liquor he receives in his cup at once.

Nobunaga loved the good momentum above all else, and the butterfly came back to know it well.

His own brain had a layered structure that allowed him to think deeply about things, but nevertheless preferred something sharp and discerning with spatter to anything else.

Perhaps he hated the malice in his hands, such as the conspiracies and ploys surrounding Nobunaga in his childhood, but it was a late hobby.

"Hahaha, no...... pleasant and pleasant"

Nobunaga was in a very good mood, under the auspices of the returning butterfly.

"Oh, I don't think so, Butterfly."

"You are the one on the left...... Sincerely, I am delighted -"

"- Stop lying!!

Make a noise with Gashan and the virtues jump. Nobunaga kicked my ass.

The samurai rushed even before Nobunaga, who had eclampsia.

Above all, it has never been possible for Nobunaga to show anger towards the returning butterfly, which is the normal room.

Before the anomaly, it was only natural for them to be confused.

"Back off! You guys stay back!!

Pressed by Nobunaga's awesome sword screen, the majority of the samurai leave the room.

All that remained in the room - all the samurai since the Mino period who have been following the return butterfly for a long time.

Nobunaga saw them with an awesome gaze reminiscent of the raptors, cutting the carp of the knife.

"Stand down!

When Pishari and the return butterfly command, they also bow their heads and leave the room.

Nobunaga, like no one to be angry with, - stepped on the floor loudly with Dan and hung his hand on the leftovers.

A cluttered shutdown does not completely block the outside world and indoors.

Nobunaga sat down with Dosun before the return butterfly and stared at her with sharp eyes.

"Home butterfly!

"Yes."

"You really think it's a 'delight' or something!

"That's... of course -"

"If so! Why!! What about you!!! You look so sad!!!!

When he was yelled at so much, the returning butterfly had no choice but to sneer.

He also knows all about his wife, as the returning butterfly knows all about Nobunaga.

The slight starch at the bottom of the emotions is also immediately felt.

In front of Nobunaga, I'm glad to say that returning butterflies can barely conceal emotions through them.

"... a child"

But Nobunaga's fury, which had burned and rolled like a fiery fire until earlier, went down as soon as possible.

Thus, I guess I perceived the situation from the atmosphere of the return butterfly.

For them who have lived together for 18 years, there is nothing more eloquent than attitude and posture than words.

"... drink"

Nobunaga received the cup at his mercy, and the return butterfly drank only half of it.

Then he takes the cup from the return butterfly and dries the rest all at once.

"I see you didn't seem to have my consideration... forgive me"

"Oh no...!

The returning butterfly unwittingly beckons a good man with a dripping head. I had to complain.

"Please stop, please stop...! Nobunaga is not bad, it's all bad that this return butterfly can't have children......!

There is not a problem with Nobunaga - that was also evident from the fact that his side chambers were becoming more and more children.

Clearly, no one is on his side… so the butterfly is distressed.

"It's all because the concubine is a stone girl - it's all because of the concubine, so please don't bow your head like that!

"Hmmm......"

He finally lifted his head when he complained so hard to Nobunaga.

Nobunaga is Heiju, not the kind of man who bows his head to others.

But it was only in the men's society, and people's feelings and attitudes toward a limited body, such as the return butterfly.

"The concubine is delighted. I am delighted that the Shimamoto and the City Princess have had a child between them. That's all that's true, so I want Nobunaga to know - ah..."

……

I realize myself, silently embraced by Nobunaga, voiced like my biological daughter.

Thick and exuberant chest plate, and muscularly held in his exuberant arms, he smelled a masculine intense smell, and the returning butterfly felt his cheeks burning up without merit.

"Dear Nobunaga... Mm-hmm"

"Shut up."

The crunchy lips are pressed and sucked hard.

I'm being kissed - that fact alone makes me lose more and more power from the body of a returning butterfly.

He seemed to be sucked out of power by the good guys, though.

Touching lips and lips...... to such a shameful act, the return butterfly is drunk and his chest is pounding.

(This is because of alcohol... yes, because of alcohol...)

Shiruru untied the thin belt, pushed down by the tatami floor - the returning butterfly looked at the good man taking off his kimono as he soaked in a pompous trance.

This is the moment that the returning butterfly prefers most.

When a good man takes off his kimono and sees the skin tone from his clavicle to his arm - that's when the return butterfly hits his chest with the most monstrous anticipation.

"Ah......"

It was a familiar move, which I could do because Nobunaga kept holding several women.

My hand was inserted into the back of the butterfly's head, and I wondered if it had woken my body slightly - the kimono that was sticking to my body was quickly pulled out.

"Whenever you look at it, it's hard to replace the rest of you with beautiful skin."

"Oh, don't ask me that..."

Glad, and embarrassed, the return butterfly covers his face with both hands.

30 I am honestly glad that Nobunaga, who devoured the young woman's body, praises the body that has passed by. I couldn't help but be happy.

But if you admit that emotion, you're going to end up selling it everywhere to get the good guy's pet and being a disturbing bitch in the house.

"Don't be modest. This skin, it just seems like a teenager."

"Ah... ah..."

Unexpectedly grab the arm of a good man stroking his shoulders and belly around.

Where he touched me, I had a fever and it was still going to ignite me.

"It's like fresh snow... since you were 14, this is all the same"

What is going on tonight...... How can you do anything like verbal aggression so far?

Burning in shame, the return butterfly desperately tries to absorb the intentions of the good man.

- But I couldn't. The flesh of the good man, reflected in the fire behind the furnace and in the light of the indoor lanterns, is perplexing everywhere, driving the consciousness of the returning butterfly mad.

Every time I looked at the large scar left on my right cheek, and at my right shoulder, which was choosy and in distorted shape, the returning butterfly was scratched terribly.

It is also a scar of the past that once sheltered the returning butterfly but suffered as a result.

"Nobunaga has changed a lot..."

……

"Much more successful than back then, getting dressed up everywhere..."

"Don't."

Is it lit, Nobunaga's martial bone hand squeezes the chest of the return butterfly in a gnarly manner?

Nobunaga touched it many times, keeping the tension - still soft and distorted and crushed.

Based on the luxurious body of the returning butterfly, it is large enough, and given the wartime Japan, it is no longer a breast that reigns splendidly enough.

Nobunaga said, "Except for my sister, I don't know anything splendid so far..."

"Ahhh... ahh..."

The return butterfly leaks a hot exhale as she watches Nobunaga's hands rub in as she thinks of her breasts.

It was no longer a stereotypical move repeated hundreds of times, but the return butterfly was nevertheless satisfied. No more.

"Phew... Phew... ugh..."

The middle and index fingers of the good man stretched, picking the left and right milk rings.

The nipples of the returning butterfly hated touching the eyes, and they were hiding too secretly in shame.

From her point of view, it was nothing but a disgrace to her body, but Nobunaga, a good man, did not know the thoughts of such a wife, and became so obsessed with nothing more.

They push their nipples over the milk wheel, are handled, and sometimes they stick their fingers in and snap their tips.

When she was doing so, she was shy and could not bear to cut her stiff (lumps) and let her peek softly into her face.

"Ah... Ugh..."

Nobunaga hits his right chest and sucks it up hard every milk wheel.

The sweet sensuality that resonates deep in the fetus - this was the favorite of the acts of the returning butterfly.

I get my chest sucked with the lips of a man I love - because at that moment, I can taste the flavor of love for him and the light floating feeling, like riding a fluffy, floating cloud in the sky.

"Ugh... Ugh... but no more... I shouldn't... Isn't that like a baby..."

Then Nobunaga took his lips off his right chest pretending to listen to the return butterfly, and now he sucks it on his left chest.

I salivated, and his index and middle fingers crushed on my totally nasty, erect nipples, thinking I'd treated him more than crawled -

(- What the hell is wrong with this...)

Scratching the head of the good man, in his swinging head, the return butterfly desperately turned his thoughts around.

There's no need for us to attack this far.

If it was always, he would suck on his mouth, suck on his chest, and take a hot roll as he rubbed in... that's all it should have been -

"Yes, you shouldn't... stop doing that..."

"So, is there?"

But Nobunaga still doesn't listen to the appeal of the return butterfly, and he even twists his nipples around that he sucked out.

To a sharp pleasure similar to that pain, the returning butterfly dyed its bright white skin red.

"even if"

"Yes..."

"This nigger is still quite seductive."

That said Nobunaga took his finger off his nipple and stroked it with his fingertips at the foot of the left chest of the return butterfly.

"This black dot is quite visible on my white skin."

"Ugh... Ugh..."

I was going to go crazy with shame.

Homecoming butterflies shake their heads violently, boring themselves.

Nobunaga seemed to have shifted his interest from his nipples to his whole breast swelling, rubbing even flesh.

Unlike nipples, happiness is what increases them, and there is not so much pleasure there.

While relieved just a little by the matter, the returning butterfly smiled at Nobunaga.

Good people and gaze are intertwined, and happiness becomes more intricate.

"... it's time to get in"

He closed his eyes with his hands together over his chest, sneering silently at the proclamation of the good man.

I wanted to feel the moment when he came into my body.

It can be seen that the tip of Nobunaga's successful meat stick was pressed against his own crotch.

That was the only homecoming butterfly I knew of a good man, but as far as stealing and listening to the lewd stories the samurai were talking about at night in their bedrooms, I knew it was a fine one.

genitals to conceive a child.

Assuming the return butterfly wasn't a stone girl, what makes this dislike the return butterfly and refuse to get her pregnant...... she doesn't quite understand.

However, it was not absolutely acceptable from the moral consciousness of the butterfly, no matter how good it belonged to this filthy lump of meat.

"Ugh... hah..."

I can see my own ecstasy hole cracking open and going backwards.

It's something I've been used to for 18 years.

The body remembers its hardness, endurance, everything. I am remembered.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

The meat stick was pulled to the point of falling off once, and its umbrella scratched the puffy meat wall.

The return butterfly shakes his head violently at the feeling that his meat hole clings firmly to the good man and is drawn together.

As it was, the meat stick was pushed into the tempered meat hole of the butterfly again, and the meat wall was scratched and pushed to the back.

That, however, reminds me of the tactical guide military technique that the returning butterfly had my real father, Dozo Saito, read to me at a young age.

(Push it out, pull it back, then push it back again...)

The returning butterfly was desperately trying to remain rational by shaking his swinging head as he was shaken gagged by pistons rolling out of Nobunaga's tough body.

(Don't get on it... Your father said not to move like a mountain, always hard on soldiers pushing like waves...)

The return butterfly wraps his legs around his waist, wandering the universe fluttering to reduce the range of motion in Nobunaga's hips.

tried thereby to stop the rhythm of the hips of the good man, but the logic of the impotent woman.

The wrapped legs followed Nobunaga's lumbar movements and just moved together.

Or even a sense of increased skin intimacy as a result.

But by the time the return butterfly realized the fact, it was already late, and her both strands were completely sweet and paralyzed, making it even difficult to undo her bent legs.

"Ha... Damn... Ha, ha..."

"What, after you gasp like a fox"

So unresponsive to Nobunaga's tsunami (lying) voice, the return butterfly is perplexed by how his body is.

Heavy pleasures accumulate more and more on her hips as the penis of the good man pushes forward and is pulled out slowly by.

Once his stiffness stuck a little deeper into the return butterfly, the blonde's consciousness whited out.

My hips cramp when I buzz, and I squeeze up the meat stick of the good guy cum.

You guessed that, Nobunaga laughed and waved up one hand at Nimmari.

"This, you slut!

Passin, and his hand hits the strand of the return butterfly.

Of course I didn't mean it, I just hit it gently on the play.

But for the returning butterfly now, it was an act of making one last blow to the dam trying to destroy it.

"Ahhh... ahhh... hih... ahhh!

Nobunaga's hand struck the crotch of the return butterfly, and the moment the sound sounded - the body of the return butterfly jumped loudly.

Blurring, its bright white body spasms heavily, its beautiful golden hair shakes, eating Nobunaga's meat stick as it spreads its spectacular hue.

Only a beastly gasp leaks out of her mouth anymore.

"This... Koya Tsukuba!

Nobunaga waves his hips with Gashigashi and slaps him to the hip of the return butterfly.

In his bright white head, the returning butterfly felt his whole body cuddled and wrapped by a good man.

Be warm, powerful, and perceive the kindness behind the mess and violence.

Due to the rhythm of the genitals sent in while making water noises with the jupu, the consciousness of the returning butterfly cannot come down while rising to height.

Poor sacrifices entangled in pleasure unconsciously turn their backs and tremble their splendid breasts.

"Mm... mmm..."

Nobunaga groans.

The vaginal orifice of the returning butterfly was passionately serving and tightening his meat stick.

I remember being terribly daunted by my wife, who was so messy that I had never seen her before as Nobunaga, that I couldn't feel the usual neat atmosphere.

He was also excited about the charming dementia of his wife, who had been accompanying him for many years, a boulder who had given birth to hundreds of children.

"Ugh... Phew..."

Finally, he couldn't stand it, Nobunaga was home butterfly womb hanging, ejaculating as hard as he did when he was a teenager.

The loose mucus pours into the butterfly's womb and builds up.

When Nobunaga pulls out the meat stick, the muddy noise sounds from the mating area, and then the semen leaks out of the widened vaginal orifice.

When the white turbulence reached the anus of the gyrus butterfly, its narrowing contracted cuddly and, in conjunction with it, also tightened the vaginal foramen.

Then further cloudy mucus leaks out of the ecstasy pores so that it is pushed out. Exactly nothing but a dirty sight.

"Hmm..."

When Nobunaga found the hoof, he lifted up the return butterfly and carried it, rolling his corn over it.

And when he throws himself beside it himself, he immediately closes his eyes and falls asleep satisfied.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

The returning butterfly, who had finally returned from his heights, was even trembling by guilt and shame in retrospect of his dementia.

I don't know how you made such a slut look more like a good man you love.

- Even when I was young enough to keep my body open as Nobunaga asked me to, I never cared this way...

Bored between his disgust for himself and the feeling of happiness that does exist - while feeling the temperature of his beloved good man right beside him, the returning butterfly even had a sleepless night.