Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

Just around that time the Upper Lo Army seized Yamazaki Castle.

The city princess breastfed and laid to sleep in Wanfu Maru and Tea, which had begun to creep.

Gently stroke the bellies of children who have completely fallen asleep.

Unlike before, I cried less at night, and had a lot of room to look after me.

Though my child, babysitting is often exhausting.

The nobles of the world didn't even know what it was like to throw a round at the ministers to take care of their children.

Nevertheless, I have made up my mind about the City Princess.

Together with her husband, Changzheng, she firmly raised her children as a family.

My husband isn't here right now because he's marching out - and that's why I thought I had to work hard.

"Really... look like you don't have any more problems..."

The city princess smiled and sighed as she peered into the sleeping cage of Wanfu Maru and Tea.

Then lay on a silk futon with a corn.

It's midnight. Given that they are now asleep, the children will be left to sleep until tomorrow morning.

It's like heaven now, compared to not long after birth, when I slept and cried every half hour (an hour) repeatedly.

(Me too, I guess it used to look like this. Though Mitsuma Tsuchida probably didn't know about that time.)

Leaking a small exhalation, the city princess wore a silk duvet.

I know that I am struggling uselessly myself.

But tiredness was a struggle that was never uncomfortable.

The steadily growing figure of my child every day is really loving to watch.

Or maybe I preferred the shadow of my husband, which becomes dewy as he grows.

For example, the head of Wanfumaru's fingertips or the eyebrows of the tea look just like her husband's to the city princess.

It is only an image through the filters of the City Princess's thought, but at least in the world of princesses from the Oda family, that was confirmed as a fact.

My mother is strong.

That is not just about the courage, it is also about the spiritual aspect of assumption.

I still want my children to look like loved ones, and my wife really wants to follow the shadow of her loving husband.

The City Princess was also aware that it was only an annoying story for the children.

But as a biological parent, it is a life that loves her husband, but therefore, loved him, but was therefore to give birth to him.

Hoping to resemble a source of admiration would be that you have no choice but to be a creature of intelligence.

"Ah... Dear Governor..."

Municipal princess whining about her beloved husband's name.

He is now marching to Kyoto to join the Oda family.

It was a trooper with strong political connotations. Because if you sell your favors to the Oda family here, they won't be able to refuse reinforcements in their upcoming battle with the Asakura family.

Nevertheless, I miss the night without the chancellor.

By him, the body is being jerked off at night as a time of exasperation.

Plus, the kids used to suck my nipples, and I'm very sensitive.

It was hardening and pointy under the night clothes, and it was staining her breast milk.

"Ugh, how could this be..."

The City Princess rubs her crotches together on her own nipples with a breast-milk padded cloth made of silk.

Sensitive nipples get pale pleasure even in those details.

And let your breast milk drip.

"Master Chang, you shouldn't..."

The City Princess reads the name of her husband, who is not here, and accuses him of blurring.

Before and after having a child - the days of sex pickling that took place every other day.

The night when that successful male root is penetrated, risen and driven mad, the act itself is never interrupted, even as he begs forgiveness while swallowing and crying, until he is scorched out of his head with the utmost pleasure and fainted.

Moreover, since Maidamaru was given by the Takeda family...

Chang Zheng is using his peeling to have sex with the city princess after contraception.

Male and female sales should have been made solely for the sake of having children.

Never should have gone for pleasure purposes.

As a martial arts woman, you should never have wanted such shallow things - though you should have.

Since Maidamaru's arrival, the city princess has cleansed her intestines before Changzheng came to her bedroom, and has encouraged her to act with her husband since obtaining that biocondom.

In short, the princess also wanted to contraceptive herself and was drowning in sex.

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

It's not like I don't want kids.

But having more children with babies seems like a tremendous burden to the City Princess to her husband.

I wonder if pregnancy is okay after I put aside a little more time - and I stick with it.

The role of a woman in warring times consists in conceiving and giving birth to her husband's children.

With that in mind, I was truly disloyal to myself in trying to gain pleasure.

Moreover, condoms, unlike sex in raw form, show at a glance how many ejaculations the chancellor had.

With about 10 more semen balloons before she lost consciousness, in the morning, the princess feels excited and spiritual at the top of her sleep.

With my unconscious limb, I wondered if my husband had enjoyed himself so much - by such abusive pleasure.

"Oh, I miss you... the back of my stomach, I can't cut it... even, Mr. Chang Zheng..."

The princess's hips twist with her sweet voice, and her right hand stretches to her hip about time.

His left hand had entered from the kimono's eye to the inside, grabbing his splendid maternity breast.

The moment his left index finger touches his nipple properly, the princess flaunts her body.

On the stomach of the index finger, sweet-scented breast milk clumps together.

"No, ah... no, this... no..."

The princess puts her hands away from the sensitive.

And when I licked my index finger up and cleaned it as if serving my husband's penis - I clawed my pillow with crap.

It is thus a box of transcripts.

Chang Zheng's main office opened the magical box when he took it with a stuffed feather in his hand.

"I shouldn't, I shouldn't..."

The city princess leaks a hot exhale, leaning back and manipulating the box.

In the box of transcripts, since Princess Ji became the main office of the Chang Dynasty, the affair between the city princess and Princess Ji's Chang Dynasty has all subsided. Because I've kept track of the couple's fortunes.

Initially, what combined nominal "surveillance" of Princess Ji has become, in no way, a "stranger" for the City Princess to comfort her lonely evening alone.

"Lord Chang, don't... leave me alone with the city..."

Masturbation was a treacherous act and a forbidden business for a woman in a martial family.

But an extremely advanced long term government in a sexual sense - for the princesses of the city and Ji, who became his wife, its contraindication is no longer only a material of excitement that stirs up his own disloyalty.

The City Princess manipulates a playlist of videos floating in the dark night, roughing her breath.

The number of videos had already exceeded 1000 because it was attached in a box of Wanfu Maru and Tea Growth Diary Moments.

The way to tell the content is about the thumbnail and the date, but from the City Princess, it's too much information.

And the moment I find the video you're looking for and try to play it - as Princess City recalled, I get up in a hurry.

"I shouldn't... I shouldn't..."

Chang Zheng's full-room woman confirms the door tightness of the room.

Then, a stick was inserted into all the pieces called "Fusuma" to prevent them from opening.

Yes, to avoid getting a peek at masturbation.

He was a city princess stained with the lust of his elder political preference, but his shame about being seen in his own dementia towards others is still strong.

Or maybe he was sensitive to being seen because he prescribed his own limbs as being his husband's.

"Dear Chang Zheng... I miss you, I miss you..."

My dear husband's face, floating in the dark bedroom.

In contrast to that thumbnail, the city princess leans her lips softly in the face of a falling maiden.

No matter, there is no entity, there is no feeling.

But that didn't matter in the princess's brain.

Only the fact in my brain that I mouthed it to my husband remains and boils my head.

And the beautiful princess's breasts roar loudly, and her womb moisturizes and wets her shade in battle with the cunt.

"I love you, Dear Governor..."

Once again, she shrugged so, and again, the city princess lipped the thumbnail.

Chiu, the sound rings from her narrowed lips. After ringing two more times in a row, the City Princess slowly began to play back the video of the box.

Blue and white light unfolds throughout the bedroom, and real, three-dimensional footage begins to unfold that makes me wonder if it's real.

And for the rest of the evening, the video was taken with Chang Zheng and the City Princess - and one night.

The princess apparently intended to exude her carnal desires by emoting herself into the past.