Nobunaga's pleasure every night

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[Nobunaga]"Yumi, come here"

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[Nobunaga]
"Yumi, come here"

No sooner have we returned to the inn to rest than Nobu takes me in his arms and starts kissing me.

His kisses begin as chaste ones at first but become passionate very quickly.

(I don't know why, but I get the feeling that the more places we go to, the more he wants to be intimate with me)

[Me]
"Ah...!"

Clearly unsatisfied with only kisses to the point of frustration, Nobu's hand forces my kimono open so he can touch my bare skin.

His fingers work deliberately until I am pleading desperately through feverish, quick breaths.

I do not mind when he makes me suffer this way; on the contrary, it comforts and pleases me.

His desire does consume him, but he never allows it to hurt me. In everything he does, he is affectionate, even when he is cruel.

(And yet, something feels...)

[Me]"Yumi

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[Me]
"Yumi..."

Even as he says my name, it looks to me as if he is invoking it against something else, some other feeling he has inside of him.

As if he is using me as a shield to protect himself.

That is why I feel hesitant to accept the pleasure he gives, as skillfully as he gives it.

(What could he possibly be dealing with that he needs this much to get away from?)

As I lie once again in his arms that night, the question occurs to me.

However, no matter how long I spend considering it, night comes to us long before an answer does.

Next day...

[Nobunaga]
"What's this? Are you tired?"

[Me]
"No, I'm fine"

I'm sure part of it has to be that I spend far more time having sex than I do sleeping these days.

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