Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

My schedule has become extremely overcrowded since I exchanged promises to meet Princess Ji's brother in Oya Mountain.

By the time I visited Bodhisattva Mountain Castle for a long time and met all the ministers of the Takenaka family, including heavy moments, I was already up late at night.

After a feast of the utmost luxury by the Takenaka family, I once sweated in the Yukan where I peered into Princess Ji's bath, and then got to the floor with her, roughly around the hour of the child (23pm).

It was too late at night and I couldn't bother Takenaka's face, so I promised that I would only do night games once...

There is no way that such a promise can be kept, and in the end, it is not to be told that in the middle of the night it became a matter of having to sneak into the Yukan to cleanse Princess Ji's body.

The more I hug, the prettier my wife gets.

The happier a creature is, the more radiant it becomes - and maybe she feels a lot (how long) happier spending time with me.

Princess Ji's brother/reign seemed to feel the same thing.

When you look at her at first sight or no, close your eyes and be silent, and hold my hand with your wretched hands,

"You don't deserve to say this to me... thank you for your sister, Ji"

That's exactly what he told me.

I would have liked to have gotten closer to him as well if it were true, but it is strictly forbidden to stay long in the room of the sick.

And most importantly, I had to get up to Nagahama immediately because my own plans were jammed.

Of course, the plan is a liturgical relationship to be performed in the Grand Hall.

The liturgy at the Grand Hall was getting harder and harder on my back than I had initially expected.

I was just trying to convey the image of a joint society with sitting children by performing Yoshiyoshi's main uniform ceremony...

The situation surrounding the Asai family doesn't seem to allow it alone.

The two countries north of the Asai family today, Akasaka and Echimae, are under the control of the Asakura family.

Naturally, the Asai family, which can only accommodate the Omi Hankoku family against the Asakura family, a major power, is clearly disadvantaged, including mobilizable troops.

It is true that we can bring almost to each other if we rely on the military power of the Oda family, which is in a kinship relationship, but the Oda army had to retain a certain number of troops to prepare for Kinki, Ise, and the Takeda family in the East.

More importantly, the more they rely on Oda, the more and more they have a say in the Asai family - not to mention the fear that they may be treated like ministers.

In addition, the Oda family expects the Asai family to cut Asakura territory.

After all, we have to make the assumption that we will stand around our bi-national opponents in half a country - combined with internal and external circumstances, the Asai family is placed under such circumstances.

Together, there is only one thing the Asai Ministerial Group wants...

It is a military parade called "Horse Match" for the exaltation of martial arts.

Horse gathering means gathering cavalry and marching dressed in gorgeous costumes.

Of course, there may be equestrian performances on the road, but that's only a pastime.

In this world, horses are the highest power in a match.

According to the City Princess, showing this number of holdings would be sufficient restraint against other countries.

"The Asai family owes so much to Asako, that even in the number of horse holdings, they compete for first place and second place in Nihomoto. If you make that fact widely known to the heavens, it should be for the good of the chancellor. '

Yes, it was my beloved Ordinary Room who insisted that we should do the horse alignment - nothing else.

The first to agree with her opinion were Akao Kiyotsu and Haibei Tsunami Parents, as well as Isono Kiyochan.

It would be the reality of vertical society to have to nod to this if they, the heavy ministers, were to force the generals to agree to the "Opinion of His Ladyship" as a great name.

Asai's family members also know enough about the city princess in a personal interview I used to have.

"If Lord Kotani asks, no."

They agreed on that view, and at some point the "horse alignment after the sitting child's main uniform ceremony" became the established route.

Incidentally, "Lord Kotani" is another name for the princess of the city that has recently begun to become popular among her ministers.

My wife was married to me at Oya Castle, which is why I was given such a nickname, because of course there is Princess Ji.

Princess Ji is of course nothing more than "Lord Takenaka", but she is also called "Lord Suyama" because of "the side room picked up at Suyama Castle".

Aside from that, the pro-parents say,

"My son has a painting for him, so let's make him draw a good picture of the horse collection."

and.

Probably his son and I must be talking about later Haibei Tomomatsu.

It is the ancestor of the Haibei sect that characterizes the subtractive method, and in the world where I was, it is an important figure in the history of art.

If I were to have such a future landlord paint a picture of the day, I was in the mood to prepare carefully.

That leaves me with a mountain of things to do.

The first thing to do was to secure a place for horse racing to be done after the main uniform ceremony at the Taruki Hall.

What we are waiting for after we look at the lookout chart with the prime minister and decide on the candidate site is that we have to use the nerves the most - in other words, we are sequencing the Asai Ministerial Group.

Horse alignment is a parade, with me at the forefront and the queue going on.

Who's in charge of the rear-end tightening of who's right next to me - that's not good yet.

The annoying smells are those who walk in the middle, and so it comes to their eyes as a reality that "this guy is more dignified than me and this guy is less than me".

Those who are dissatisfied in that order should definitely come out, and we must carefully consider how to minimize that dissatisfaction.

Naturally, you will be much more concerned than Yoshiyoshi's main uniform ceremony.

Something to deflect their grievances, that was absolutely necessary.

"Cuo Oon"

Ask for it, I'm driving my interpretive moon hair.

The destination was the West Bank of Lake Yu, a strange lakeside forest with that giant dragon connected to sleeping underground ruins.

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densely forested area with high and lush trees.

It was a dark earth where the phase remained unchanged and the sun's light could not be reached.

According to the residents of the Friend Village, this is called the "Lost Forest".

There's nothing going on where I went into the woods, I'm lost and at the end of the day I'm out - you think that's the place?

"Cuo Oon"

Interpretive moon hair whispered.

The whole black forest sways deliberately by its hissing, swaying.

Row lights The spotted cats jumped around us with a wide variety of light.

(If I could keep these guys, I'd be able to shine them in the room at night and do colorful performances or something...)

It's at the Love Hotel at the end of the day, it reminds me of Moody Light.

Lying on a mattress in a room glowing in seven colors, the City Princess and Princess Ji coming with hot eyes - just wonderful to create.

(Well, but the Oda family used an indoor lantern... I guess I can't use a row lamp spotted cat for some reason)

If I can't use it, I'm curious why, so I'll talk to someone next time.

Even while I'm thinking about it, the Interpretive Moon Hair goes on a dark path without hesitation.

Then the pitch-black curtain was removed, and he reached the square, where the giant willow tree was seated, filled with light of pale silver.

"Cuo Oon"

When I stepped off my back, I heard the temple moon hair.

Willow roots, where vascular-like tubes are emerging and pulsating, crack and expand with tremendous vibrations and grunts.

The sound of gu, gu and mucus-populated diffusion into a pale silver space - from its hateful meat hole, a shadow crawled out of the hot air.

"Mata... Kita, Naze...?

A mature woman's human rattle slowly rises, with pale silver skin and hair color.

Its exquisite appearance remained faceless, Dos. The golden eyes bordered by black shimmered.

Feather Willow - its interface.

The atmosphere alone is a demon that we find to have so much power that it is impossible to fathom in humans.

I lost my hips when I came here before, and I couldn't even have a decent dialogue - not this time.

Unlike the last time we didn't even predict we would encounter each other, this time it was inevitable to see each other.

"Cuo Oon"

Interpretive moon hair twitched and pressed my back with its neck.

I won't say anything, so please tell me yourself, Mr. Chang Zheng, I feel they are saying that.

It's like a guardian or something, but it's not wrong as a matter of fact.

I can't survive in this world without my interpretive moon hair.

"Hi, it's been a long time. How would you like to join us?"

The plumage willow is silent in response to my greeting.

He's making his emotionless eyes glow inorganically and he's staring at me zippily.

It creates a deep-rooted fear in my mind, but I couldn't escape here.

"I'm sorry I wasn't able to make a solid introduction before. My name is Nagasaki Fukai... in this world it is called Nagasaki Asai. Thank you for your time."

"... sooo"

Demons with pale silver hair and skin respond untouched.

"Solede...... Youkenha, Nani?

"I'm here to see God of Water. I've been told before that I don't mind coming back."

"Cuo Oon"

Interpretive moon hair whispered.

My words are not lies, as if to say so.

"You used to say this. God of Water said, 'I am bored all the time'. At least I can relieve the boredom of God of Water today."

"... sooo"

The plumage willow closes her eyes.

Daiki, her main body. The meaty cracks at its roots widen as the ground grows.

"Naraba...... Yike"

That's what Willow said, urging me to move on to the hole.

I thanked her and went into the hole, but that was when I first found out that my interpretive moon hair was not going to accompany me to God of Water.

The Interpretive Moon Hair stands beside the plumage willow, staring at me with tender light green eyes.

"Cuo Oon"

Interpretive moon hair whispered.

Mr. Chang Zheng said to do what he could on his own, alone.

And it doesn't make sense if you don't do what Mr. Chang is responsible for.

Her eyes and voice seemed to say so.

"Anataha...... coconiil?

"Cuo Oon"

In response to the inquiry of the feather willow, the interpretive moon hair responded.

Then the face of the pale silver demon bursts with joy.

Then, as then, his right arm became a single tentacle, wrapped around the body of his interpretive moon hair.

"Cuo Oon"

Interpretive moon hair hisses with a glossy voice.

Apparently, the tip of the tentacle is piercing her.

The tentacles pulsed like they did then, and each time something seemed to spit out into the womb of the Interpretive Moon Hair.

And - the Imperial Moon Hair plume raises the bright white steam and becomes translucent, bouncing and flying.

Diffused steam gathered up and gathered, poking both feet on the ground as the silhouette of one person.

Thin body lines, you can't forget that.

Beautiful silver hair stretching out to the back of her knees, the woman came down to the land again.

"Ah... Interpretive Moon Hair..."

"Anataha...... Hayak, Itte...... Jama"

The tentacles are intertwined with the Interpretive Moon Hair - and the Asuko, says Yoo Hayashi.

"Ningenha, Ilanai"

And the plumage willow hugged her favorite son hard with her right arm.

The requester smiles, hugs back, and exchanges biz.

When that was over, he put his jaw over Willow's left shoulder, and Asuko smiled like the Virgin Mary - telling him in polite words by that mechanical.

"Mr. Changzheng, don't worry about the concubine. My concubine is looking forward to your return as she warms up her feelings with her old friends."

"Oh, oh..."

I nod, take off my clothes, and moisturize with the mucus - I think as I insert my hand into the hot, blue ecstasy hole.

What the hell is the relationship between Interpretive Moon Hair and Feather Willow?

Sounds like we're getting along pretty well - but is that still what we're getting along with?

If you turn your back properly, the plumage willow crawls his tentacled left arm into the body of his stepchild, and in his right arm he touches it as if to ascertain its beautiful line of body.

Because they are demons, it's hard to gauge their relationship from a human scale like mine.

Maybe it's culture to stick to each other's demons like they are now.

Though...

(- After all, there's something inside I miss about being able to look at someone who's not me)

I somehow understood the sense of loneliness that Interpretive Moonhair would have felt in Oya Mountain.