True and delusional

Title: True Delusion and Shared Dreams
Author: kkmanlg

(Prologue) I came because of my master's song

"I swear here, I will serve you as my master, this body will be a sword to slay enemies, this body will be a shield to protect from disaster... As long as my master speaks, I will give my own life without hesitation..."
Two priestesses rode their horses slowly forward through the desolate wilderness.
"Sister, how much longer?" It was a sweet voice that had not yet lost its childishness, indicating that the person was not very old.
In fact, just looking at the slender wrists that emerged from the priestess's clothes, although they were swinging lively, they still looked like they had not fully grown up.
"Almost there." A sweet and charming voice, quite soothing, followed with the answer.
If one had to describe it in one sentence, it would be "sister's" voice, although it carried a wry smile, but this was not an excuse, but rather a way to convince oneself.
In other words, this kind of conversation had been going on for more than a week.
Walking along the mountain path, no matter how much you looked up or down, left or right, all you could see were trees, trees, and more trees. Even if greenery was good for the eyes, staring at it all day would make you dizzy.
Yayoi had never approved of long journeys, and if it weren't for her father's orders, she wouldn't have wanted to leave Kyoto for this
godforsaken place where you couldn't see a single bird for half a day. As the horse swayed slowly, Yayoi's delicate and lovely face began to show signs of impatience. From a purely aesthetic point of view, her face was enough to captivate anyone at first glance, like the smooth skin of a peeled boiled egg, seemingly radiant in the shadows cast by the leaves and branches.
Yayoi wore a shrine maiden's outfit, her long red hair flowing smoothly past her waist without a single split. Her wrists, extending from the hem of her robes, were slender but not bony; calluses were present on her fingers from years of playing instruments, but this only highlighted Yayoi's dedication to practicing Kagura. Her
pristine white shrine maiden's outfit, even after several days of travel, looked brand new. The bellflower crest on the hem represented the Tsukiyono family, a lineage within the Kanna religion that had been passed down for centuries. Her
deep red culottes were tied in a large knot at her slender waist, and a small dachi (Japanese sword) was attached to each of her hakama sashes. Although it was still bright, a close look revealed that the two dachi faintly emitted blue and green light, clearly indicating they were no ordinary weapons, yet they belonged to such a young shrine maiden. Was it due to her illustrious family lineage? Or does this girl truly possess extraordinary strength, enough to wield these two swords?
Looking slightly upwards, one can see that the tightly bound hakama-sai (traditional Japanese shrine maiden robe) reveals two impressive breasts. The robe itself isn't heavily decorated, but the sheer size… it's hard to believe a girl this age could have such ample breasts. With the horse's swaying, her round, lovely breasts bounce back and forth, silently attracting attention.
"Are we really… really almost there?"
"Really… really almost there."
Hearing her sister's almost perfunctory answer, Yayoi puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction. Why didn't Father come himself, but instead sent her sister? Sending her sister so far from Kyoto is quite dangerous. Because… her sister is utterly directionally challenged!
Thinking this, Yayoi looked up, wanting to say something more to her sister… but she immediately regretted it, replaced by an indescribable sense of defeat. Only two words echoed in her mind: "So big!"
When she looked up, she couldn't see her sister's face at all, only two enormous spheres, obscuring her view like a mountain pressing down. How could something of this size be hanging on her chest? No, it should be said, how could something of this size be growing on her chest? And, her sister hadn't even lost her balance!
Every time Yayoi saw it this close, she would involuntarily gasp in shock, but the fresh milky scent filling her nostrils told her that what she saw was a definite fact.
Because her sister was wearing a shrine maiden's outfit, she had to wear hakamabukuro (traditional Japanese sash) at her waist, which pushed her breasts even more towards the center. Even though the sun was still high in the sky, a deep cleavage appeared in the center of her chest, a dark and dull cleavage. With each step the horse took, her breasts would jiggle... no, they would "shake" out once.
Wearing the same shrine maiden outfit as Yayoi, the older sister's clothes became a blush-inducing, heart-pounding bodysuit, revealing the entire outline of her breasts without reservation, like a work of art meticulously crafted and passed down through generations.
Legend has it that when people see something unbelievable, they become speechless, and that was exactly what happened to Yayoi. No matter how many times she looked at her sister's breasts, she still couldn't get used to the shock that struck her head.
However… the sensation on her head instantly pulled Yayoi back to reality.
“Ugh… Tomoe-neechan.”
“What is it, Yayoi?”
“My head… is being crushed… it's so heavy…”
“Ah, I'm sorry.”
The large breasts pressing on her head, which would normally be an enviable intimacy, felt like a painful weight on Yayoi's head.
Tomoe, like Yayoi, had long hair that reached her waist, but unlike Yayoi, her hair was a deep black, tied in a ponytail, swaying as the horse moved forward.
Yayoi's preferred weapon is a kodachi, while Tomoe's is a katana. The scabbards hang from her hakama, and long paper tassels are attached to the tsuba, swaying in the wind—their purpose unknown.
The weapons chosen by shrine maidens vary according to personal preference, and the Shinna religion doesn't dictate which weapons are allowed. However, aside from the mandatory archery skills, shrine maidens typically choose either a naginata or a katana.
This makes Yayoi even more puzzled—before Tomoe got used to her large breasts, she often fell because she couldn't maintain her balance. Given that, why did her older sister choose a katana? Wouldn't her vision be obstructed by her breasts when swinging the sword? Moreover, her sister's specialty is drawing the sword!
Thinking about this question, which could be considered a shrine maiden's secret, Yayoi's little head started spinning. However, besides feeling the soft touch of her older sister's large breasts, her head also felt the elegant elasticity of the subcutaneous fat deforming as she turned her head. As soon as her head moved away, the spot she had just rested on immediately returned to its original shape.
All of this was perfectly normal. The sweet fragrance that kept wafting into her nostrils made even Yayoi, the younger sister, unable to resist taking a few more breaths... But what was this hard, pointed thing she felt at the back of her head?
Completely baffled, Yayoi rubbed her older sister's breasts harder, trying to figure it out.
"Ah!" A jolt of electric stimulation shot from the nipple directly to Tomoe's brain.
Although Tomoe was wearing a shrine maiden's outfit, the exaggerated fullness of her chest stretched the clothes very tight, causing the fabric of the shrine maiden's outfit to cling tightly to the heavy skin of her breasts. Although Yayoi's head shaking was not big, it was enough to create stimulation.
The sound, though sudden, was alluring; even a woman would get a nosebleed if it weren't for her sister. However, because Yayoi was Tomoe's sister… she gritted her teeth and, taking advantage of being on the same horse, reached out and grabbed the enormous breasts surrounding her head.
"Hmph! Hmph!"
"Yayoi… Yayoi! What… what are you doing!? Ah!"
Just as Yayoi had expected, the two firm peaks, like dough, were completely at her mercy. The moment her fingers pressed down, the fat immediately springed back, trying to form those perfect spheres. Not only that, Yayoi deliberately ran her fingertips over the area around the pink peaks, with light pressure, but touching only her sister's most sensitive spots—this was a move that seemed almost expert, completely out of place with her youthful appearance.
"Ee... Eeya! Ah! Ya... Yayoi!"
"Sister... Can I ask you a question?"
At this moment, Yayoi's entire head was buried in Tomoe's breasts. From the front, only her long red hair could be seen swaying below her cleavage; the back of Yayoi's head was nowhere to be seen.
The sacred white robes crackled, clearly nearing the fabric's elasticity limit. From the very front, where the breasts were prominently displayed, two small bulges could be seen, as if urging them to be picked quickly, and they began to emit a rich milky fragrance.
Since it was her younger sister who was doing it, Tomoe was too embarrassed to push her away. She could only endure the tingling sensations emanating from her breasts while managing to ask,
"Wh...what is it!?"
Yayoi's face was buried entirely in her breasts, greedily inhaling her sister's fragrance, so her expression was unseen. However, she slowly stopped her wrist movements, her tone quite serious.
"Sister, you...didn't you tie your breast wrap again?"
"Ugh...I couldn't tie it!"
Upon hearing this, steam rose from Tomoe's head, her face turning bright red, as if her body temperature had risen several degrees. However, she still obediently answered her sister's blunt question: "Isn't it natural that you can't wear a breast wrap when performing a Kagura dance?"
"Natural—what?! We're in the middle of nowhere, who are we going to perform the Kagura dance for?"
"But, because of my breasts, they're really too big. If I wear a breast wrap, I won't be able to breathe—ah!" Tomoe's voice suddenly rose involuntarily as she answered, her face turning bright red.
That was because Yayoi clicked her tongue and suddenly pulled her head out, rubbing it hard against her breasts. Although she was very unhappy, her older sister's words didn't convey any pride; she genuinely felt uncomfortable, which made Yayoi feel even more frustrated.
"That's great, I really envy you having such big breasts..."
"But...but, isn't Yayoi already fourteen this year? After your birthday next year, you'll be fifteen, which is also the age of large breasts!" Hearing her sister start to fuss, Tomoe also reached out and patted Yayoi's head.
“That’s true…hmm?” Yayoi looked up again, staring at her sister’s chest. “When you were fourteen, your breasts were much bigger than they are now!”
“Hehehe, don’t worry, you haven’t reached the age of large breasts yet. Maybe Yayoi will surpass you in a moment!”
“Sister…”
“I promise you! As long as Yayoi finds her ‘master,’ her breasts will grow bigger too!”
Hearing this, Yayoi frowned and touched her own breasts—not only were they soft, but their elasticity was also greater than her sister’s—for that size, it was something to be proud of, but among shrine maidens of the same age, Yayoi was only average, far inferior to her sister.
The larger a shrine maiden’s breasts, the higher her understanding of Shinto—this is an unchanging truth of Shintoism for eight hundred years.
The fifteen Grand Priests at the pinnacle of the Seigaku Palace, besides their outstanding looks, each possessed unimaginably enormous breasts… no, they should be called demonic breasts. Tomoe, the third-ranked Grand Priest, naturally had one of the largest busts. That's why Yayoi was puzzled by Tomoe's words—her sister's "master" should refer to a "Kagura Master," but she had never heard her sister acknowledge any particular Kagura Master.
As if seeing through Yayoi's doubts, Tomoe smiled and said, "You haven't found your master yet!"
"In that case, why…?"
"You left Kyoto this time to find your master!"
"You already have someone?"
"Hehe, you could say that!"
"That's great…wait, wait?" Yayoi felt something was off. The series of conversations made her ask, "So, you left Kyoto not because you found a strategy, but to find a master?"
"Yes, is there a problem?" Tomoe answered immediately, without hesitation.
This clueless reply only made Yayoi more confused: "If Sister only wanted to find Master, was it necessary for her to leave Kyoto at such an emergency? Didn't I hear the Papal States have already dispatched the Black Pelican Knights? And Sister even signed a pledge!"
"A pledge?" Tomoe tilted her head. If her head hadn't been pressed against her chest, Yayoi might have grabbed Tomoe's collar right now!
"'If even one Papal State soldier reaches the walls of Kyoto within a month, the Tsukiyano family will be at your mercy,' didn't Sister sign that pledge?"
"What's wrong with that? Besides, Father told me to say it!"
"Father!?"
"Ah, it seems we're not far from the exit."
Just as Yayoi was about to reply, a blinding light suddenly appeared in front of them—sunningly coming from the end of the road, indicating that the exit was just ahead.
Before Yayoi could speak, Tomoe whipped the horse, letting its chest bounce up and down as it galloped away. Yayoi, of course, suffered the most, as her head was constantly being struck by two heavy objects… Though it didn't hurt, and was actually quite comfortable, it filled her with frustration!
Tomoe didn't care about any of that. She could already hear her master's song: "Fifty years in the human world, compared to heaven and earth, is
but a tiny thing
. Looking at the world, it's like a dream, a fleeting life. Death comes immediately, this moment is the seed of enlightenment. Regret fills my heart. Now go to Kyoto, and if you see the head of Lord Atsumori, look across the world, within the sea and sky, is there anything that lives forever?"
Although they weren't far from the exit, getting lost these past few days was no joke… Even though the road was clearly ahead, for some reason, Tomoe would always unconsciously head in other directions.
From her slightly flushed cheeks and the enormous breasts that bounced up and down with the horse's swaying, the constant cracking of her shrine maiden robes, one could tell how anxious she was.
Then again, how could she possibly cram those incredibly large, soft breasts—whose size seemed to have grown from a diet of food—into her shrine maiden robes? It was inherently absurd.
"Crack...crack..." Ruban was completely stretched to the brim by her breasts; it was predictable that they would burst open along with the robes. But the strange thing was that, despite the fabric's groans, it remained perfectly intact, without a single tear, still tracing perfect arcs in the air.
Just imagining what those two incredibly tempting, more elastic than water pouches, contained inside was enough to draw all eyes, even from afar.
A few strands of hair floated gently on her breasts with the breeze, making her breasts even more prominent. Some strands even slipped into her clothes from her neckline, making direct contact with her breasts. Once they drifted out, they would probably be covered with an extremely high-class fragrance!
For a shrine maiden like this, alone on a deserted mountain path, must be incredibly dangerous, especially since she's utterly directionally challenged… and those with terrible sense of direction are usually quite stubborn, always believing they're on the right track, even if they're completely confused, they'll still head in a direction completely different from their destination.
It's clear that Tomoe has some reason for insisting on leaving Kyoto herself; she suddenly started the horse galloping just now, she must be in a very high mood now!
Yayoi looked up at Tomoe, and at the huge breasts constantly pounding her head. She endured the soft pressure of those breasts on her head, clearly feeling the hidden determination within her, peeking at her sister's face through her cleavage… and sighed as a thought surfaced.
—What a pity. Her sister is practically a walking pheromone generator, but is it because her breasts are so heavy that they're hindering her body, causing problems with her semicircular canals? Why is the road clearly ahead, yet her sister chooses another path? No matter how anxious she is, a wrong path is a wrong path!
Perhaps it was with this in mind that Tomoe's father specifically asked her to bring her younger sister along before she set off... Although there must have been other reasons, with Yayoi around, her older sister could be brought back if she got lost.
Fortunately, Yayoi accompanied Tomoe, and although they almost went astray several times, they still made it smoothly towards the forest exit, even though it took a little longer.
"Phew... We're finally almost out of this damned forest."
"Yes, thanks to little Yayoi with her older sister!"
Perhaps she was truly relieved, Tomoe also breathed a sigh of relief, her previously tense body relaxed, and her breasts, after one last intense bounce, returned to their original rounded shape.
However, this made Yayoi even more unhappy: "Sister..."
"What's wrong, Yayoi?"
"I've always wanted to tell you this, sister..."
"What is it? Just say it, I'll listen carefully."
"Could you please not press down on me when you praise me? It's heavy! My head will be flattened, and my heart will be flattened too!"
"Press down? I'm not holding anything in my hands..."
"It's these two lumps on my head!!!" Seeing the question mark on Yayoi's face, Yayoi was so angry that she gritted her teeth and pushed her head up forcefully.
"Ah!"
"Damn it! Damn it! This is bullying me!"
Whether it's the left, the right, or the top, it's all full of breasts. Even with her head down, the back of her head is still being pressed against by her breasts. Even with her eyes closed, the touch and smell continue to stimulate the delicate heart of a young girl in Yayoi's still-developing breasts.
Actually, judging solely by the rate of her bust growth, Yayoi's was already quite impressive among shrine maidens of the same age. From the front, it was enough to make one unconsciously drool. However, Tomoe was simply not in the same league as her.
Her older sister's breasts had grown alongside Yayoi's. When they were little, Yayoi would use Tomoe's breasts as a pillow to fall asleep peacefully, though that stopped as she grew up. This made Yayoi even more resentful—her older sister liked to press her breasts against hers, which was... well, it was clearly a deliberate display of affection!
Although Yayoi was furious, she knew that simply envying her sister wouldn't make her breasts instantly become round and full like inflating balloons. Her fingers began to fidget restlessly again, intending to sneakily attack the pair of enormous breasts that were patting her head.
In other words, she wanted to emulate the ancient Chinese spirit of perseverance and determination. She would constantly hypnotize herself, and on the day her breasts grew to enormous size, she would absolutely, positively, display breasts even larger than her sister's, making her experience the feeling of having her head pressed down with a heavy object!
Tomoe's focus was entirely on controlling the horse. Even when Yayoi nudged her breasts a few times, she dismissed it as a younger sister's tantrum and didn't pay much attention. This meant she was completely unaware of a delicate hand slowly approaching her lower breasts—although even if she had noticed, with those gigantic fruits attached to her, her vision wouldn't have been able to see anything amiss.
But then—Yayoi realized her vision was blurring.
Initially, she thought it was just her eyes playing tricks on her from being in close contact with the enormous breasts, but when she heard the low groans from the ground, and the horse seemed startled, Tomoe frantically gripped the reins, managing to avoid falling off the horse.
However, because Tomoe's riding skills weren't great, her movements with the reins were a bit too forceful, and her hands used too much force, resulting in—her breasts, due to the reaction force, slapping Yayoi's face like a slap.
"Ouch! Ouch!"
"I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
It was precisely because Tomoe didn't mean to that that Yayoi became even angrier—no matter how soft the breasts were, the weight and acceleration of two fleshy bouncing objects slapping her was quite astonishing!
Yayoi's cheeks turned red. It hurt, but it also made her clearly realize that it wasn't her sister's breasts shaking, creating a visual illusion, but rather the ground was shaking!
In short, now wasn't about worrying about the subtle anger in a girl's heart... Just as Yayoi was about to find out the cause of the anomaly, Tomoe suddenly curled up and pulled Yayoi into her arms...like guarding a treasure, burying her sister's face in her cleavage.
"Sister, what's going on... Ugh..."
Yayoi was still confused when her face was completely sandwiched between two breasts. The soft, fleshy fat was palpable even through her shrine maiden outfit. So, Yayoi wasn't just buried in their breasts; she couldn't move at all. It was comfortable, but she couldn't breathe like this! Just as
Yayoi struggled to breathe, her small head bobbing from side to side, Ba, holding her tightly, warned her, "Watch out!
"
"Whoosh~~"
"Whoosh!" A sharp whistling sound came from beside her ear.
Hearing this sound, Yayoi's struggling movements immediately froze... Rather than saying she stopped struggling, it would be more accurate to say she was genuinely frightened—a thin layer of sweat involuntarily seeped from her skin.
The whistling wind came incredibly fast, like a high-ranking priestess's arrow whistling past her ear, causing a sharp pain in her eardrums. In other words…
in that instant, Yayoi realized why Tomoe had suddenly pulled her into her arms—because after the whistling wind, an energy storm followed, blowing in from the direction of the forest's exit.
Although Yayoi's head was completely protected by her breasts, the burning sensation from the storm's impact, the evaporation of cold sweat, and the resulting throbbing pain told her that her sister's judgment was correct—it was fine for Tomoe, but if Yayoi tried to withstand it herself, she would definitely be dazed and confused by the energy.
Once the energy storm passed, Yayoi felt the embrace loosen, and she pulled her head out of the cleavage, then took deep breaths of fresh air.
Finally catching her breath, Yayoi stretched her neck and peeked out from behind her large breasts, wanting to thank her sister—but Tomoe's expression was quite serious, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes fixed straight ahead, as if looking at something. Yayoi froze reflexively at this sight… Her sister, who always had a smile on her face, seemed completely unharmed even after being directly hit by an energy storm.
Thinking about it carefully, this makes perfect sense. If Tomoe, one of the fifteen great priestesses of the Saigu, couldn't even withstand such a storm, then the ancient surname "Tsukiyano" could be used as firewood. Therefore, the serious expression on Tomoe's face now made Yayoi even more puzzled. Had her sister discovered something?
"Sister..."
"Ugh!"
Yayoi was about to speak when Tomoe suddenly trembled violently and leaped off the horse, landing gracefully on the ground in front of her. At the same time, Tomoe reached into the collar of her priestess's robe and pulled out four talismans. Before she could even utter a spell, the talismans seemed to receive a command and automatically flew to the front of Tomoe, floating in the four corners of the horse.
"Sister..."
"Listen carefully! Stay on the horse and don't move an inch, understand!?"
Tomoe flicked her wrists a few times, and Yayoi didn't know how her sister did it. She only saw that her previously empty hands had suddenly grasped the Kagura bell, a Kagura instrument.
Yayoi quickly covered her mouth with her hand... but then her eyes widened in shock. Her older sister, who usually only showed a relaxed expression in front of her, now seemed like a completely different person, standing before her in a Niou-like stance.
"..."
The shrine maiden before her exuded a calm and composed aura. Reflected in Yayoi's pupils were not only her enormous breasts, which, even though concealed by the curves of her back, still bulged out from her sides, but also her mature and alluring figure, befitting the title of "Great Shrine Maiden."
As Yayoi's older sister, Tomoe naturally possessed features remarkably similar to Yayoi's. However, while her younger sister's hair was a vibrant red, like a newly risen flame, Tomoe's hair was a deep, captivating black, as if the night had lain within it.
However, if the previous Tomoe was a naturally gentle shrine maiden who doted on her younger sister and exuded a healing aura, then the current Tomoe was a powerful shrine maiden who embodied all feminine charm, her ample breasts prominently displayed, and wielding a Kagura instrument.
At that moment, the ground shook again, even more violently than before. The rumbling sounds shook the entire ground, and the forest trees creaked and groaned, desperately trying to stabilize their foundations.
Yayoi sat on her horse, but having never practiced riding, and with the ground shaking so violently, although her breasts jiggled more intensely than ever before, she felt as if she might fall off the horse at any moment.
Tomoe's right hand hung gently at her sides, the Kagura bell about a fist's distance from her red trousers, while her left hand rested between her nipples—on the ridge of her two towering peaks—the Kagura bell rising and falling gently with the shrine maiden's breath, like another small mountain.
Yayoi remained silent, or rather, she couldn't speak, because seeing her sister's posture, she knew what she was about to do.
At that moment—a bell, not loud but completely drowning out the ground's tremors, suddenly rang out.
Four talismans emitted a bright light; it had begun!
"Ring—" The bell sounded out of nowhere from her cleavage, beautiful notes carrying the fragrance of her breasts wafting around, then—"Ah…"
First, a few high-pitched bell sounds rang out.
Her right hand remained still, only her left hand wielding the Kagura bell.
Although from Yayoi's angle, she couldn't see exactly how the Kagura bell was wielded, each ring caused her breasts, overflowing from both sides of her back, to be thrown upwards at a breathtaking angle before falling heavily back down, finally returning to their original position thanks to the elasticity of her shrine maiden's robes.
Such a visual shock seemed to extend from sight to hearing, like hearing the sound of two arcs rubbing against the air. Although she knew the shrine maiden's outfit was specially designed, taking even this level of movement into account, Yayoi couldn't help but worry whether the fabric could withstand the weight of those two heavy objects.
Then, her right hand swept across her chest, flicked it, and raised it to head height… before forcefully slamming it down.
"Bang!"
Her chest jolted violently, the bell announcing the start of the Kagura resonating in Yayoi's ears.
Two Kagura sounds, identical in tone but completely different in rhythm, continuously outlined note after note—accompanied by the glow of incantations, her lips parted slightly, and a pure voice began to flow. The song had no lyrics, only a natural melody, carried by the fresh scent of frankincense in the air, depicting the shrine maiden's devout and pure heart.
This song was extremely delicate, yet amidst the constant vibrations from the ground, the sound of the Kagura bell created an undeniable presence, suppressing any potential chaos and restoring a sense of calm.
However, at that moment, an incredibly sharp, almost painful whistling sound of wind, like an arrow, vanished before she could even react. A
look of unease returned to Yayoi's face, for she had only just begun to understand the meaning of that whistling sound.
But almost simultaneously with its disappearance, a lyric seemed to anticipate this instant, filling the void—the lyrics Yayoi had heard before, but the feeling now was entirely different.
When Yayoi focused her attention on her sister again, she couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
The split-toe shoes and socks stepped forward, finally beginning the dance. With the song and its literal meaning, besides retaining its original delicacy, a different layer of change was injected.
The four talismans emitted their most dazzling light, connecting with each other to form a defensive barrier that was almost tangible in front of Tomoe.
The great shrine maiden leaped into her dance, her enormous breasts heaving even more violently with each rhythmic beat, as if they were about to burst from her shrine maiden at any moment. The rich, sweet scent of milk, seemingly emanating from her, filled the listeners' nostrils, stimulating their senses and calming their minds. Yet, their eyes dared not look away for a moment, lest they miss something and be filled with regret.
The song weaved through the entire melody, her voice uninterrupted, perfectly harmonizing the Kagura to the shrine maiden's desired effect, making one feel as if the previous music was merely a prelude to this song.
"The Yae-sakura of Nara in the past, the Koku-niyo of Heian today..."
The Kagura dance began, and Yayoi finally saw Tomoe's face again, seeing her sister's breasts... and as if melting snow, a moist trace slowly spread from her nipples.
(Prologue, Part 2) I came because of my master's song.
Yayoi sat on her horse, her small head looking around, only to see that all the trees around her were leaning to one side, their branches and leaves quickly dried out and turned withered and yellow due to the sudden temperature change caused by the energy storm.
However, Yayoi was enveloped in the light of the talisman, not only was she completely unharmed, but she was also full of energy, the best she had been in days.
She gently twitched her nose, feeling no discomfort, but instead smelling a sweet milky fragrance—a sweet scent that no matter how high-class the pastry, could compare to, filling her nostrils.
When Yayoi was little, she slept with her head on her sister's chest, the most comfortable pillow, which would leave a fragrance that would slowly lull her to sleep. But the scent she smelled now was several times stronger than that—as the dampness on the tips of the high peaks of her breasts slowly expanded from the shrine maiden's robes worn by her sister, the scent gradually became stronger and stronger.
For some reason, Yayoi had an image of a "dairy cow" in her mind, with black and white ears and a long tail, its udder full of delicious milk...
In this remote mountain village, there was no way a dairy cow would suddenly appear, but the milky aroma that wafted into her nostrils left a very vivid impression.
Because the Shinna religion advocates "racial coexistence," among the priestesses of the Shrine of Abstinence, besides purebloods like Tomoe who, upon reaching the age of large breasts, also possess the attribute of breast milk, there are also other beastman priestesses, primarily of the Demon Milk Cow race, as well as demon priestesses of non-human races, all of whom can secrete breast milk. In fact, priestesses without the attribute of breast milk are relatively few in the Shrine of Abstinence.
Various foods and processed products made from breast milk always appear on the Shinna religion's dining table, and magical potions using breast milk as a catalyst are dream items that money cannot buy.
Although Yayoi has never personally witnessed the Kagura dance of the Demon Milk Cow, considering the legends she has heard before, perhaps Tomoe is better able to perform "Kagura"—even without seeing breast milk in person, the aroma alone is enough to explain everything.
The astonishing hem of her sister's shrine maiden outfit, and the hard-to-ignore rounded top, revealed two small bulges on either side if one looked closely, emanating a dampness that gradually permeated the pure white fabric with fragrance.
—"The Yae-sakura of Nara in the past, the Kokusai of Heian today..."
Hearing these lyrics again, Yayoi quickly drew her attention back.
"Kagura... Kagura..."
Realizing she had unconsciously uttered the words, Yayoi covered her mouth with her hands, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.
Although Kagura's nature meant it wouldn't be affected by loud noises—this was from the perspective of a Kagura shrine maiden.
Yayoi wasn't the shrine maiden offering Kagura, and protected by Tomoe's barrier, she didn't need to worry about her safety. She only needed to smell the frankincense and quietly listen to the Kagura. Interfering with the Kagura would only have the opposite effect.
Having made up her mind, Yayoi opened her eyes wide, taking in the deepest part of her sister's dance steps; her ears perked up, unwilling to miss a single possible note.
The four talismans emitted a bright light, forming a barrier. With the aid of Kagura, it could even be said to have formed a huge "shield." No matter how the energy storm raged through the forest, Tomoe and Yayoi, who were behind the barrier, were completely unharmed.
The energy storm collided with the barrier, but was instantly deflected to the outside of its influence. With the same force as before, it crashed into the large forest behind the two priestesses, sweeping down rows of trees, but not a single leaf fell near Tomoe and Yayoi.
Tomoe's hand grasped the Kagura bell, serving as the central axis accompanying the song, emitting the same deep red light as the barrier. Her long, slender legs, beneath her red trousers, lightly swayed and turned, her body and large breasts drawing two identical concentric circles. Sweet nectar secreted from her nipples flowed along her rounded curves, disappearing into the air, leaving only a rich, dreamlike scent…
Though subtle, Tomoe subtly drew circles behind the barrier with counter-clockwise dance steps, constantly watching for any potential instability, the bell immediately filling in any gaps. And then there was—the song.
"The Yae-sakura of Nara in the past, the Koku-niyo of Heian today…"
A song with soul-soothing power, a song that led the entire Kagura dance, was slowly sung by Tomoe, spreading throughout the barrier.
The melody didn't require any particular technique, but through this pure vocal sublimation, it was elevated to a completely different realm.
Yayoi observed carefully. The radiance emanating from her sister, though not dazzling, warmed her heart—this was the Kagura dance of the Great Priestess of the Kanna Cult!
As a member of the prestigious Tsukiyono family of the Kanna Cult, Yayoi had naturally learned Kagura dance since childhood, but she could never quite create her own unique style.
What exactly was the difference between her and her sister? Yayoi pondered deeply.
Leaving aside the stunning visual effect of Banana's enormous breasts—that wasn't something that could be achieved overnight—those two spheres almost the size of her head couldn't be just due to "15th birthday, breast enlargement."
Just hearing the melody was enough to deeply move her—Yayoi knew this was the biggest difference.
If breast size wasn't an issue, Yayoi, as Banana's sister, had no difference in singing voice, and in terms of dance, Yayoi had learned from Banana since childhood, mastering the same techniques.
—What was it that her Kagura dance lacked, yet her sister had grasped?
Once Yayoi understands this, perhaps she too can transcend the limitations of Kagura dance.
All music has its essential conditions; Kagura, beyond its form, is essentially a song and dance dedicated to the gods, expressing the shrine maiden's sincere reverence.
To put it further, it conveys the shrine maiden's own heart through Kagura. So, what elements elevate Tomoe's music to Kagura dance?
—In that case…
this piece conveys Tomoe's heart; those pure, unadulterated notes dispel any fear in the listener's heart, bringing back light to guide the way. Though the rhythm is gentle, it possesses a warmth like a winter fire, even creating a vivid impression in the listener's mind. It's the
image of someone… though only expressed through Kagura, only to be imagined and guessed, that presence is the central theme of this Kagura dance.
Therefore, this also reveals a side of Tomoe that is not widely known—although Kagura, like her usual personality, allows listeners to deeply feel the inclusiveness in her singing, Yayoi senses something different in the lingering notes.
—Rather than her sister's Kagura creating the impression of "that person," it's more accurate to say that her sister longs for "that person," using notes to express her inner thoughts.
Only clear, unpretentious longing can create such a vivid impression, which is why this Kagura, appearing and disappearing so quickly, is so moving.
Thinking of this, Yayoi felt a heavy jolt.
—"The eight-petaled cherry blossoms of Nara in the past, the nine-petaled rainbows of Heian today..."
These lyrics...
are from a very distant era, recorded in history by the Taira clan, the ancestors of the Kanna religion, who migrated from Japan.
Yayoi had naturally heard this waka poem before, and many forms of fuka poetry, but this was the first time she had seen it set to music as a Kagura dance. However…
— “My sister left Kyoto this time to find her master.”
This thought suddenly came to Yayoi’s mind.
Originally, Yayoi hadn’t noticed, but the Kagura dance her sister was offering made her clearly feel what the true form of Kagura dance was.
Yayoi lowered her head and thought, is this the original form of her sister’s Kagura dance? Is she offering the Kagura dance to “that person”?
Her master?
…If I could also find my own master…
At this moment—
“Yayoi…Yayoi…”
“…”
“Yayoi!”
“Ah! Sister…”
Hearing Tomoe suddenly call out to wake her, Yayoi was startled and looked up at her sister.
Unbeknownst to her, the two sisters had survived the energy storm through Tomoe’s Kagura dance.
Seeing her sister's concerned gaze, Yayoi couldn't help but ask, "Sister... are you alright?"
"Hmm? What happened to me? I just danced a Kagura dance."
"A Kagura dance... is that so?"
It's not that simple!
Simply pursuing correctness and dance technique isn't enough for a shrine maiden—when offering Kagura, she must grasp all possible factors that could cause changes, and her spirit must not fluctuate excessively, maintaining a constant state of devotion to perform a perfect Kagura dance. In other
words, if the shrine maiden is still thinking about what lyrics to use, what instruments to accompany the dance, what steps to take… and forgets to express her "original intention," then she has deviated from the true purpose of Kagura.
Every time and place is different, so the shrine maiden must subconsciously assimilate her breathing, rhythm, and environment completely the moment she performs the Kagura dance, so that she won't be affected by any accidental influences that would affect the dance's effect.
That's not something that can be achieved through practice alone.
Although Tomoe said it was nothing, trying to downplay the topic, Yayoi clearly heard the barely suppressed emotion in her voice.
"...Huff...Ah...Hmm...Huff hmm..."
During the struggle against the energy storm, Tomoe had clearly expended a great deal of energy, resulting in a slightly exhausted yet incredibly sexy panting sound escaping her throat.
And it wasn't just her voice that was problematic; the pair of rounded breasts on her chest, constantly emitting an alluring fragrance, were also a concern—with each breath, her breasts bounced, and Yayoi's confidence suffered another blow.
"Oh dear...my shrine maiden outfit..."
Her hair was somewhat disheveled from dancing a Kagura dance.
Tomoe gracefully brushed her hair back, but some strands clung to the bulges of her shrine maiden outfit, seemingly soaked in moisture, reflecting a seductive glow—likely due to breast milk seeping from her breasts and staining her hair.
Having her hair stuck to her chest like that wasn't very attractive, Tomoe could only run her fingers over her chest, gently brushing the hair away. Some strands that had somehow ended up in her cleavage had to be pulled away by reaching inside.
With the sheer size of those two mounds of flesh, they were perfectly suited to hold some kind of cylindrical object… Yayoi glared coldly at her sister's breasts, her heart deeply wounded, making her even more averse to looking at her own chest.
“My shrine maiden outfit is all wet, what am I going to do~~~~?”
To get a better look at the outfit, Tomoe slowly reached for her collar, an action that caused her to unconsciously clench her breasts, making them appear even more prominent, plump like freshly risen dough.
Perhaps because the wetness was concentrated near the center of her breasts, after a few soft rubbing sounds, her white flesh was revealed.
“—!!”
For the sake of her remaining self-respect, Yayoi turned her head away with almost a twisted neck, but even that fleeting glimpse of the dewy flesh was enough to make her furrow her brows in anger.
—They're sisters, so why is there such a huge difference in their breast size?
"Oh dear...oh dear..."
Not paying attention to her sister's reaction, Ba looked down at her chest, tilting her head and speaking in a distressed tone.
"Oh no...I don't have a spare shrine maiden outfit...Yayoi, can I borrow yours?"
Bang! Yayoi felt like she'd been hit hard again. She gritted her teeth in regret, barely managing to calm herself before managing to squeeze out an answer.
"Sister...how many shrine maiden outfits do you want to tear up before you're satisfied..."
"Huh? But...my chest feels sticky, it's really uncomfortable."
"Since you know that breast milk is secreted during a Kagura dance, you should wear a breast wrap!"
Yayoi said, rubbing her forehead.
Even if breasts are unnatural, it's basic common sense for shrine maidens to wear breast wraps—besides serving as underwear, it's also to absorb excess breast milk.
However, because the breast wrap had to be tightly constricted, it was quite uncomfortable for Tomoe's excessively large breasts to breathe, so Tomoe usually avoided wearing it.
If Yayoi hadn't known about her sister's personality and brought several extra shrine maiden outfits, Tomoe would probably have had nothing to wear.
"Sister... I beg you, when you do things, can you think more about the people around you?"
"Huh? I'm always very careful." "
...Sister, don't you have any self-awareness?"
"What self-awareness?"
Anyway, that's the situation.
Because Yayoi was cleaning up after her, Tomoe had no intention of reflecting on her actions.
Even though Yayoi was already close to going crazy, she still sighed, took out the shrine maiden outfit she had washed earlier from her bag, and told her to find a secluded place to change—although most of the forest had been flattened by the energy storm, there was still plenty of a place to change.
"Sister?"
Yayoi was about to hand the clean shrine maiden outfit to Tomoe when she saw her sister's expression suddenly change.
"Shh—"
Tomoe put her index finger to her lips, signaling Yayoi to be quiet. This simple gesture caused a complete 180-degree shift in her demeanor—just like when she performed the Kagura dance, she exuded a state of intense concentration. The
ōmiya priestess stood still, closed her eyes, and listened intently to the sound reaching her ears—"Yayoi, did you hear anything?"
"Huh?"
Hearing Tomoe's reminder, Yayoi closed her eyes and strained her ears.
"...Wh-what is this?"
There was indeed a sound.
It sounded like singing.
The singing was quite faint; if she hadn't focused all her attention on her hearing like Tomoe, she would have missed it.
"Sister-sister? Could this be...Kagura?"
Tomoe didn't answer Yayoi's question, but simply closed her eyes, listening intently to the faint sound.
Then—
"The sound is coming from over there...this feeling, could it be...the timing is perfect!"
Tomoe muttered to herself, and as if possessed, she ran towards the direction of the sound.
Hearing her sister's footsteps, Yayoi opened her eyes, only to find that Tomoe had already run quite a distance, heading straight for the forest's exit.
From behind, Tomoe's pace was incredibly hurried; this was the first time Yayoi had ever seen her sister run at full speed—she hadn't expected her to be able to run so fast while carrying those two heavy burdens!
She could even sense that Tomoe was completely unable to control her impulse, wanting only to reach the source of the sound as quickly as possible.
"Is this sound...so important to my sister?"
Yayoi wondered, but immediately spurred her horse and gave chase.
When she finally reached the forest exit, she found her sister had stopped, standing motionless.
"Yayoi."
Hearing Tomoe's call, Yayoi dismounted and went to her sister's side.
"Sister, what happened—"
"Ahead."
Tomoe pointed ahead.
Following her sister's gaze, Yayoi realized that ahead lay a valley, from which one could see the entire valley below.
However, the sight of the valley only deepened Yayoi's confusion.
It was a red valley.
"That's blood."
"Blood!?"
Although Tomoe's voice sounded normal, this answer sent a chill down Yayoi's spine.
Indeed, if you looked closely, you could see countless bloodstains, and the scent she unconsciously detected confirmed it.
Only when the air was filled with bloodstains could the space be dyed crimson. Dancing in the wind, the bloodstains combined with each other, creating an impression.
—Cherry blossoms…it's cherry blossom season…
"Listen carefully."
"Huh?"
"You can hear it too, right? That song."
Yayoi glanced at her sister beside her, then listened to the song again.
"Fifty years in the human world, compared to heaven and earth,
is but a tiny speck.
Looking at worldly affairs, they are like dreams, fleeting as water. Life is but a single moment, death is imminent. This very moment is the seed of enlightenment. Regret fills my heart. Go to Kyoto now, and if you see the head of Lord Atsumori, look across the world, within the seas and skies, is there anything that lives forever?" He had heard these lyrics countless times, but the melody was always different, transformed into the performer's own Kagura.
No music had ever given Yayoi such a profound understanding; it was as if, at this moment, she truly understood the meaning of the lyrics.
It was a song symbolizing farewell, perfectly suited for mourning the deceased.
He vaguely heard the tears conveyed in the song, so vivid it seemed he could see them with his own eyes. But Yayoi could imagine that the singer could not shed a single tear. Kagura, perhaps, was the only way to release emotions; without such a sorrowful heart, one could not sing such clear Kagura.
The Kagura, so different from Tomoe's, moved Yayoi many times more than before.
"Hugh Elsad... my master..."
Hearing Tomoe utter those words unconsciously, Yayoi suddenly awoke as if from a dream.
This... was this her sister's purpose for coming here?
--The two stared intently at the figure faintly visible in the red valley.
"Master... Master... I've been waiting for this song..."
"Ah! Sister, wait for me!"
Soon, Tomoe could no longer contain her excitement and took a step, running towards the person she had been waiting for.
Yayoi didn't hesitate either, immediately grabbing her sister's shrine maiden sleeve and following her.
"—Report: The Papal States' Black Pelican Knights have been completely annihilated, and all the armies that were marching towards Kyoto have retreated."
"—Thank you for your hard work." "
—Tsukiyono Tomoe has made contact with Hugh Elsad and successfully completed the cult ceremony."
"—Heh...I didn't expect the Tsukiyono family to strike first."
"—Master, what should we do now? I was planning to wait until Chihaya's breasts became enormous before trying to win Hugh over."
"—Don't worry, Hugh hasn't awakened yet. Let's just leave him with Tomoe for now, let her have a good meal, as a thank you gift."
"—But..." "
—Anyway, if she wants to gain power, she still has to bow down to our Taira clan. Aren't we going to have a chance then?"
"—I see, playing the long game?"
"If it were too easy, wouldn't it be utterly boring? Putting the rod in your mouth immediately is one kind of fun, but slowly playing with it, licking it, and finally letting it ejaculate in your mouth at the very end—isn't that another kind of fun too?"
"You're truly wicked." "
Isn't this the 800-year-long tragic wish of the Heike clan all for this moment? Hugh Elsad will become a member of the Saigu, that's an unchangeable fact."

(Chapter 1) A Bloodstained Ideal

"Even if the blade is stained with blood… if a new era lies ahead where humans and demons coexist, where everyone can live in peace… I live only for this purpose."
"In that case, let me swear! I swear to be forever loyal to you, to be my lord's shield, my lord's sword, and I will defeat all enemies who stand in my way."
“Master…Master…Ah…Ah…Ah…Yes, right there…So deep…So deep…Ah ah…”
After the paper door closed, even the faint moonlight that fell in was blocked. In the room, which was about the size of dozens of tatami mats, only a single lamp was lit, serving as the bare minimum of lighting.
The lamp burned oil, and the flame flickered without wind. A hanging scroll on the wall had a few simple characters written on it, but in this environment, the writing seemed almost indistinct.
Books were scattered all over the floor. From the side, there were old scriptures with yellowed pages and beautiful scrolls that had just been written. They could be roughly divided into two piles, but it was unclear what the basis for the classification was.
If you zoom out a bit, you can see two long shadows projected onto the brand-new tatami mat, intertwined. One of the shadows is constantly bobbing up and down, its upper body protruding with two arcs, elongating into a slightly bamboo shoot-shaped cone. Two apexes sprout from the top of these arcs, making the swaying even more astonishing. Even more strangely, these two arcs, though merely black shadows, create an unparalleled attraction as they sway back and forth, stimulating the most primal desires.
"Ah...ahhhhh...the penis...kissing the womb...ah...mmm...this feeling..."
Although the room is dark, the smell is very strong. A slightly rusty smell...making one's nostrils tremble involuntarily.
"Blood," the word naturally comes to mind, meaning "the smell of blood," "the stench of blood." However, this is completely different from what most people understand. The smell is quite heavy and has an unusual stickiness.
A soldier who has spent years on the battlefield would surely be able to recognize it! Only through the continuous accumulation of blood, each drop drying only to be covered by another layer of crimson, layer upon layer, countless times, could this oppressive darkness inflict such a darkening effect.
"Master...yes...yes...nipples...suck harder...harder...ahhhhh...chest...breasts...my whole body is so hot, so hot..."
The room, barely illuminated by a single lamp, only made the space more indistinct, yet some things could not be erased.
For example, the chair in the center of the room.
For example, the two figures sitting in the chair.
Upon closer inspection, the chair possessed numerous mechanisms: the many gems inlaid in the backrest, the special wood forming the four legs, the numerous talismans pasted on the cushions, even the incantations carved on the back of the seat—none of these were added later; they were part of the original design. To describe that chair...it was like a cleverly crafted seal.
To suppress the chaotic, seemingly surging power within the person sitting in the chair. Or perhaps...?
"The... the penis is inside me... so good... ee... ah... Master... Master... does it feel good there?"
Tomoe Tsukino, the fourth great priestess of the Shinagami sect's shrine, and also from the prestigious Tsukiyono family, possesses a naturally naive personality, yet she can produce pure, unadulterated sounds, like a beautiful girl who stepped out of a painting.
As a Kagura priestess, her singing voice is always deeply captivating, and the healing aura emanating from her body elevates Kagura to a sacred level.
However… now her legs are spread wide apart, her skirt and trousers mostly pulled down, leaving only a section barely clinging to her left calf. Even in the dim light of the room, it doesn't diminish the slender beauty of her legs. Because her legs are rarely exposed, there isn't a single scar, and now, under the dim light, they possess a dazzling beauty. If she moves even slightly more vigorously, her skirt and trousers will surely fall down, won't they?
Tomoe straddles a chair—or rather, the chair is already occupied by a man, so Tomoe is straddling his lap, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, and her hands tightly embracing his head. The penis was deeply inserted into the shrine maiden's body, and her vaginal fluids flowed from her vaginal opening, wetting Tomoe's thighs and slowly trickling down her calves before dripping onto the tatami mat, forming a small puddle. The shrine maiden's cherry blossom-colored lips appeared even more vibrant and luscious, but her throat, which should have been singing beautiful songs, now emitted lewd sounds, rising from the depths of her body with intense pleasure, forming fragmented words. The foreign object buried inside her directly pressed against her tender vaginal canal, sending jolts through her brain, causing Tomoe to involuntarily stick out her tongue, which was coated with saliva, drop by drop, slowly rolling from the tip of her tongue onto the man's hair.
"Ah...ah...ahhh...it's in...it's in the deepest part...Master...Master's penis...is inside Tomoe...more...Master, give me more..."
This was also part of the seal. To minimize the negative effects, the seal had to be applied after each time the master completed a task.
Tomoe guided the portion of her master's power corrupted by darkness into her own body through the connection between her vagina and penis, purifying and absorbing it to restore her master to his proper state. Tomoe wanted to keep her master as pure as possible—it was all preparation for the future. She was fully prepared; she would gladly offer her body whenever her master needed her, no matter how many times. She was deeply intoxicated by the feeling of being one with her master, and only when embraced could she shed her identity as the Grand Priestess of the Saigu and act as she pleased. She preferred serving her master like this to burying herself in Kagura all day. A
tingling sensation spread from her lower body, and a power flowed into her. Tomoe had to maintain her composure amidst the waves of pleasure, purifying the power and making it a part of her Kagura—the more power she absorbed from her master, the stronger her bond with him would become.
Although the other high priestesses of the temple knew that Kagura had undergone a significant change after Tomoe acknowledged her master, no one would have imagined that Tomoe was using this method to enhance her power!
"Ahhh...ah...ah...hoo...um...so...so comfortable...Master...Tomoe's master..." Because Tomoe's singing voice was already exceptionally outstanding, she now let go of all restraint, enjoying every moment of intercourse with her master. Her breathy moans, enough to make one blush and heart race, instantly extinguishing reason, continuously escaped the priestess's throat.
Tomoe twisted her body, wanting the penis deeply buried in her vagina to touch her most sensitive spots. Each intimate encounter caused her to release moans of pleasure, and saliva, which she couldn't swallow, dripped down her cheeks in thin, transparent strands.
Besides her master, there was definitely no one else in the room. Even so, having some of her most private parts exposed to the air still made Tomoe feel embarrassed, her entire face completely red. However, the thought of being seen by her master, his unwavering gaze, made Ba forget all her embarrassment. She presented her most beautiful self to him, her movements a little clumsy, but her heart was pure, striving to please him.
Her vagina gripped his penis tightly, the suction changing with the intensity of her breath. The fluid filling the narrow space was warm and had the perfect viscosity, like glue, binding his penis firmly inside.
Ba's eyes never left her master. She tenderly stroked his hair, then buried his head in her breasts, the flesh squeezing and deforming, but there was no pain. Instead, waves of pleasure, almost overwhelming her reason, surged through her brain like a tidal wave.
“Ba…Ba…”
“Yes, Master…Ah…Ba is here!” Hearing the intermittent sounds coming from between her breasts, Ba forced herself to suppress the endless pleasure, propped herself up, and looked down at her beloved master. At the same time, although the movements of her waist slowed down, they did not stop. The penis went in and out of her vagina, the slapping sound of her pubic bone and buttocks had a certain rhythm, and the sound of her juices accompanied it.
Ba’s eyes were hazy with lust, her consciousness barely maintained, her eyes reflected her master’s image, looking at her beloved, a thin layer of mist appeared, and her dark eyelashes even seemed to shine slightly.
Although there was not a drop of blood on her master’s body, the whole room was filled with a distinct smell of blood. Even so, Ba felt no fear, but instead spread her legs wider to make it easier for the penis to hit her, feeling the glans tremble with each thrust.
This thrill, which could make the priestess lose her senses at any moment, was so intense it almost made her eyes roll back, but because she was wrapped in her arms around her master, she felt a sense of fulfillment that kept her mind functioning and prevented her from losing herself in the throes
of passion. Therefore, upon hearing her master's voice, Ba immediately responded, straining her ears, afraid of missing a single word. However, since forming a contract with her master, Ba had never heard her master's spirited voice again; it was always the heavy, oppressive voice she heard now, as if burdened by heavy shackles.
"The next mission… the black envelope… has it arrived?"
"Yes… yes… ah… ugh… um… master… I just… just finished the mission… that's all…"
Hearing her master's question, Ba felt a pang of heartache. It was precisely because she didn't want to be asked this that she had tried to make her master smile through her service. But in the end, she failed… her master's heart remained unchanged.
'Since I've failed, even if I can't see my master's smile, at least... at least I should witness my master's comfortable expression, and use my body to make him temporarily forget his pain!' Thinking this, Ba's movements became even more intense than before, his legs hooking around his master's waist even tighter, as if trying to swallow his entire penis, making the chair creak.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The penis suddenly felt a suction force several times stronger, causing Hugh to involuntarily let out a muffled groan.
"Ugh... Ba... why suddenly..."
"Master... Master... is Ba's grip comfortable? Ugh... ah... ah... please... please don't worry, Master... ah... Ba... ah... will... take care of everything for... Master..."
"That's true... with Ba by my side, I really feel at ease."
"Master... Master!?"
Hugh's words sent Ba to a small climax, his eyes wide open, his tongue sticking out as if searching for something, his whole body trembling with excitement.
Serving, isn't this what you're after?
Suddenly, Ba realized she was being held tightly by Hugh, her breasts were even hotter than before, and her mammary glands were urgently secreting milk to supply the one who was suckling. Her vagina was stretched open by the penis, and the vaginal walls were at their most sensitive at this moment, and her vaginal fluids splashed out uncontrollably, soaking the glans that was hitting the climax repeatedly.
“Ah…ah…ah…bottom…all the way in…mmm…mmm…Master’s…penis…ah…I feel it so clearly…harder than before…ah…ah…”
Each breath of Ba’s was reflected in a thin white mist under the dim candlelight. Her body was covered in sweat, as if all her strength flowed into Hugh’s mouth along with the milk.
After finally catching up with the rhythm, the priestess looked down at the person she had sworn allegiance to, who was suckling her nipple, and a happy smile appeared on her face.
“Ba…can you stay with me until the end?”
“Master…Master…ahhhhh…mmm…no…no matter what…ahhh…whenever…Ba…Ba will follow Master…”
“Even if…my hands are stained with blood?”
“I will follow Master…forever…”
'Please, Master, you must live well…absolutely!’ Ba told herself again and again as if hypnotizing herself, and then, following the rhythm of the penis’s thrusts, her breasts bounced against her master’s face, and she swayed her waist.
That scene remained vividly etched in Tomoe's mind. It was through some kind of sacrifice that she was able to achieve her wish… to gain a master she swore allegiance to. And then there was that song that haunted her dreams… if it could be played with a Kagura bell, what a soul-stirring Kagura it would become!
—After putting away the instrument, her body finally calmed down. The pain in her breasts, a side effect of playing Kagura, gradually subsided. Her nipples stopped secreting milk, and the fragrance of her body slowly dissipated… In its place, a pungent, nauseating stench filled her nostrils, and all she could see was crimson. Even on a battlefield where tens of thousands clashed, had such a monotonous color ever been seen?
—On that day, the two shrine maidens, Tomoe and Yayoi, from the prestigious Tsukino family of the Shinano religion, trembled violently as they gazed at the deep red valley in the distance after playing Kagura. It was as if, upon their first encounter with the instrument, a restless feeling welled up from the depths of their bodies.
—No, they were watching the person in the valley… watching him, his body stained crimson with blood mist, his figure flickering like light amidst a sea of cherry blossoms, singing a song that, though not loud, reached the priestess's ears.
—It was a song of farewell. Ba vaguely heard the tears conveyed in the song, so vivid it seemed she could see them with her own eyes, but she knew perfectly well that the singer could not shed a single tear.
—To make Hugh Elsad her master, Ba firmly believed she had done the right thing. To make it seem more respectable, she had even sent several people out to their deaths. However, having witnessed it firsthand, the sacrifice was far too heavy for her master… especially since it was a wish Ba had imposed upon him.
—Even if it meant giving her own life, she would protect her master, Ba resolved… so that her master could smile again.
—As for the future, I can only entrust it to Yayoi… If it were her own sister…
Tomoe took several deep breaths, her already full breasts rising and falling with them. Although the air was filled with the smell of blood, she didn't care, trying to calm herself down.
'If it's now, I can probably take advantage of the situation! Once my master loses all support, this void… I will fill it! I will be able to serve my master to my heart'. Just thinking about this made Tomoe's heart race, and her breasts throbbed with a sweet pain again. The anticipation of service almost overflowed from her nipples, longing for her master to lick her breasts.
'No, no, no! I have to calm myself down… I must act like a shrine maiden!' Tomoe bit her lip, desperately suppressing the urge to take a step forward at any moment. She muttered incantations, seemingly trying to temporarily stop her mammary glands from producing milk through a spell—however, while crossing her arms to hold her breasts reduced the burden on her body, it only made her breasts more prominent.
Standing beside Tomoe, Yayoi looked around in bewilderment at the crimson valley and her sister's flushed face from endurance—they had finally escaped the forest, and their master was in the valley, so why was her sister standing still? Her sister had stopped the Kagura dance, so why was her body emitting a fragrance again?
They stood there for an unknown amount of time… until the wind blew back into the valley, Tomoe, her breasts now full of milk again, walked into the valley with Yayoi—the shrine maiden's outfit was stretched high in front of her chest, completely clinging to her breast skin, and even in the face of the blood mist, the scent of milk was still quite obvious.
That unique curve belonging to her chest, even with a ruler, stroke by stroke, could not be fully depicted—it seems that although Ba's mood has calmed down, her breasts are honestly showing the mind of a priestess!
Hugh doesn't remember what he did, only the intense, distorted impulse that instantly occupied his entire brain.
'Kill the people in front of me!' 'If you can't escape, why not try to revel in it?' 'Devour everyone's fate, and live on!' --Shut up!!!
'No, the one who should recognize reality is yourself.' 'Is it necessary to bury yourself in hypocrisy? Unleash your power, wield the sword in your hand!' --Shut up! Shut up!! Ahhhhhh!
To get rid of this impulse, Hugh can only sing that song, using his voice to drown out the other voice, over and over again—hiding in the nest of the song, even though all that exists before him is a chilling cold...
When he finally came to his senses, he could only silently look up at the sky. His pupils reflected a hazy yellow light, devoid of any anger or sorrow, only emptiness—all thought had been abandoned, and naturally, his gaze had lost its focus.
His right hand gripped the longsword tightly, its blade still dripping blood. Countless streams of dark blood converged, slowly seeping into the ground, staining the soil a deep crimson.
Though Hugh stood motionless, the longsword gleamed with a cold light. Even as the entire sword turned black, the gleam showed no sign of fading; instead, it seemed to form a transparent blade, reflecting the thoughts of the wielder.
Large, blood-splattered streaks adorned his clothes, a gruesome sight. The fabric, soaked with blood, clung wetly to his skin, drops of sweat—whether sweat or blood—dripping away the last vestiges of warmth from his body, were indistinguishable.
After the song ceased, the notes fell silent, swept away by the stench of the wind. The remaining resonance vanished without a trace, though the melody remained clear, it was too heavy for the world to bear.
Weeping? No, only blood congealed, rolling down his face. He wanted to cry but couldn't. His tears had long since dried.
Although Hugh had long anticipated this outcome, whether he could force himself to accept it when faced with reality was another matter entirely. The thousands of corpses lying around him were his answer.
Letting the black mist within his heart drive his uncontrollable emotions—was this Hugh's true nature? Or a reactionary result of mad repression?
The dim light pierced through the black mist, but the mist did not disappear. Simultaneously, a faint, ticklish pain, like a tingling itch, followed the black mist from the depths of his heart, gradually spreading to other parts of his body, causing his nostrils to involuntarily inhale the surrounding stench. Or rather, this pain was like a call, stimulating the demonic forces desperately suppressed in my subconscious, finally allowing them to be released…
—Why…
—Why am I so calm?
—Why did I kill these people? Even though the outcome is irreversible…
—Why does this smell of blood evoke a sense of nostalgia…
The dusky sky gradually turned tinged with crimson. The sun, which had remained indifferent throughout, yet radiated a blinding light, finally climbed over the mountain peak after a long while. Before this, Hugh's pupils, which had been vacant, seemed to regain some peripheral vision. His ears twitched slightly, filtering out what was carried on the breeze.
It was... the sound of footsteps in split-toe socks on straw sandals, seemingly slowed down, approaching slowly from afar—the sound seemed deliberate, as if to assert its presence, directly entering Hugh's consciousness.
The longsword remained still, because the approaching person showed no hostility, and Hugh had no intention of silencing them. After all, this would soon spread throughout the world, and there was no point in concealing it.
The footsteps proceeded without hesitation, heading straight for Hugh's location—the ground was littered with weapons, armor, and corpses, but the straw sandals seemed unconcerned, trampling over them without a second thought.
"Ring..."
A bell, which shouldn't have lingered here, suddenly rang out, its crisp sound unaffected by the heavy atmosphere, striking intermittently with the rhythm of footsteps.
Pure and flawless... only such a bell could not dare to defile even the pervasive stench of blood in the air!
If you listen carefully, the footsteps have two melodies, indicating that there are two people approaching. Although the sound quality is almost identical, there is still an essential difference—a slightly trembling footstep, and a stomping footstep that conceals this mistake, even cleverly transforming it into music.
Unbeknownst to them, the newcomers had already reached Hugh's side. One person stepped back slightly, while the other, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, stepped onto the murky red beach, which appeared dark and muddy, and remained silent.
The last rays of the setting sun shone on the person's long hair, the light absorbed by the hair strands, faintly revealing a shimmering circular halo. The ends of the hair swayed gently against the skirt, outlining the smooth curves of the hips.
“Tsukiyo…”
Without turning his head, just hearing the fearless footsteps, Hugh knew who it was and called out the name of the person beside him. Even with the bloody wind blowing in his face, the sound of the Kagura bells still slightly stimulated his eardrums—the unique scent of white plum blossoms was still clearly audible in his nostrils.
—Even seeing so many corpses, she still wouldn't give up…
“Yes, Master.” Ba answered immediately, her eyes fixed on Hugh.
Although Ba was standing next to Hugh, to be precise, she was standing a step behind him, which was her most comfortable position.
Compared to Hugh, who was covered in blood, that pure white figure passed through the stench of blood and mist, bathed in the dim red light of the slowly setting sun, and turned into deep red cherry blossoms, which swayed in the breeze and flew into the air—as she floated past, there was no hesitation on Ba's face.
Ba looked as if… she had completely shut out the horrific scene before her, focusing only on Hugh.
“Even if we follow the tenets of that religion, exorcising evil and manifesting holiness, in the end, we can't save anyone. The only thing I can do is stain my hands with blood, right?” Hugh asked. From the dialogue, it seemed like he was asking Ba, but more than that, it sounded like he was asking himself.
The voice, barely squeezed out from his vocal cords, was like the falling cherry blossoms of this season—not piercing, but utterly devoid of warmth. It was strikingly similar to that song that had recently traveled far—a hymn of mourning for the deceased, only fully expressed in its eulogy.
“Not so, but rather, everyone has placed all their dreams in their master,”
Ba replied calmly, her gentle words guiding a child to find a way, pulling the lost and helpless along, her eyes radiating a life-giving light.
She stood a step behind Hugh, and even the pungent stench wafting towards her didn't deter her. The anxious expression she had shown in the forest moments before was gone, replaced by a gentle expression warmer than the setting sun.
"Dreams...?" Hugh murmured unconsciously, looking up at the last rays of the setting sun. His free hand, not holding a sword, rubbed the dried, powdery blood between his fingers.
There wasn't a single cut on his body, but it was stained with blood everywhere. Even though the intense battle had greatly depleted his magic and raised his body temperature, he was still affected by the blood-stained scenery, becoming a prominent part of the dark red backdrop.
—Just because he possessed power...
—Does possessing power mean being at its mercy?
—Even for revenge, what would he gain from killing so many people?
However, the reality before him completely contradicted his wishes. He didn't sheath his longsword; the tip still bore the color of being scorched. The remaining faint afterimages of power left behind a stark answer.
“Although Master cannot protect the people here, Master bears their lives on her shoulders—the only thing I am certain of is that Master must live on.”
Ba moved, her long legs, clad in red trousers, swaying lightly. Her well-developed hips drew two firm curves below her belt, and her body floated in front of Hugh on a fragrant breeze—she felt it necessary to speak face to face and express her feelings.
A priestess, a priestess of the Shinigami religion—Ba embodied the term, like a holy white light. Her snow-white priestess robes were stretched high by her breasts, forming an invisible barrier. The red glow of the surrounding corpses was repelled the moment she tried to enter the priestess robes, replaced by the unique fragrance of a young girl.
Ba’s cheeks were quite delicate, but her round, deep black eyes held a life force more brilliant than the blood mist, burning like a raging flame.
“Live on…?” Hugh looked back at Ba blankly, not understanding what she meant.
—Live on?
—To survive, to pile up more corpses?
The priestess, with her small stature, couldn't possibly occupy every corner of her vision. Patches of water-filled depressions, red sandbanks, large swaths of scattered armor, jagged steel spears, charred bows nocked arrows, and countless corpses that once wielded these weapons came into view from behind her.
Besides these, there was a small, silent figure.
"That's right, including those who perished here. These lives… Master must live on in their place."
Ba extended her wrist, her delicate pink fingers, hidden within her wide sleeves, slightly parted as if cradling an egg, gently stroking the blood-splattered cheek before her with just the right amount of pressure.
The gentle warmth emanating from her fingertips, the fragrance of white plum blossoms wafting from her nipples, the heartfelt words spoken from her lips brought Hugh back to his senses, his eyes fixed on Ba's face.
Seeing that Hugh's pupils seemed to regain some light filled Ba with joy, for the reflection in those eyes, and the full breasts swaying gently with each breath, were none other than herself in her shrine maiden attire… But this also stung Ba's heart, for her reflection in Hugh's eyes remained somewhat blurry, indicating that the person before her was still lost.
"Live on… continue to create this sorrow?"
"No! Master must live on… to prevent sorrow from falling again, to protect those who are important."
The shrine maiden's voice was resolute, her tone filled with inspiring power, utterly incongruous with her dreamlike, almost fragile beauty, yet this very incongruity made it all the more powerful—on Hugh's seemingly frozen heart.
—I can't even protect the people here…
—Do I… even have the right to protect others?
—Having consumed so many lives… can I still live?
Hugh stared blankly at Ba before him, her black pupils shimmering with tears, as if capable of filling everything, slowly mending the parts of his heart eroded by the black mist.
The priestess waved the sleeves covering her arms, her black hair billowing in the wind, and from the part where her priestess's robes and skirt separated, a few piercing bell sounds rang out—Ba moved slightly closer, the movement not large, but the front of her breasts was already pressed against Hugh, changing shape with the contact area.
Hugh planted his sword in the ground, his trembling hand gripping the hilt tightly. He felt a warmth, enough to melt anything, slowly emanating from the part of her breasts that had touched him, stimulating "something" hidden within him, to confront the black mist head-on.
At that moment, Hugh felt a flash of white light before his eyes. It was the sleeve of the shrine maiden's robes swaying in the wind. The blood mist that had separated them was now covered by a faint scent of white plum blossoms. What appeared in Hugh's pupils was long, flowing hair cascading down from her ears and Bana's pure, untainted face.
"Master... what is it that you seek?"
"What I seek..." The shrine maiden's question, spoken face to face, made Hugh involuntarily gasp—the scent of white plum blossoms mingled with a hint of fresh frankincense, reviving his long-dormant mind and stirring up emotions he had previously abandoned.
He looked into the dark eyes that gazed at him, eyes that revealed the essence of the shrine maiden, eyes as clear as the sound of bells scattering in the wind, untouched by any impurities.
—What was it that he sought?
Hugh had never considered this question; rather, he had avoided it.
The desire to pursue something inevitably means the loss of something else. Hugh understood this perfectly. To gain something, one must pay an equal price; this is an eternal and unchanging law of nature. Therefore—his left hand, not holding the longsword, unconsciously clenched into a fist, as if regretting something, yet also as if trying to hold onto something tightly. His knuckles trembled slightly.
“Tsukiyo, I…”
“Yes, Master.” Hearing Hugh about to answer, Tomoe consciously pressed her body against his chest, her breasts pushing against his clothes. A slight, tingling sensation spread through her mammary glands, along with the cold, icy feeling of blood drying and taking away her body heat. However, from the point where her nipples rubbed against him, Tomoe also felt Hugh's heartbeat, which had almost stopped, begin to beat slowly again, gradually merging with her own.
The Kagura bell tied at her waist jingled crisply as the shrine maiden embraced the man tightly. Her breasts, easily squeezed, changed shape, and her shrine maiden robes, stretched taut, were now stained with blood. But what Tomoe felt wasn't the chill the dead hadn't had time to take with them; instead, a warm current, tingling in her nipples, surged from her spine back to her brain.
"I...I still have things I must do...things I must protect..."
"Yes, Master."
Although there was a hint of confusion in the voice, Tomoe clearly heard that it was no longer as thirsty as before, but rather contained an invigorating power.
Her breasts pressed against Hugh's chest, the full fat tracing the man's form. The heartbeat hidden beneath her chest unconsciously quickened, each throb so loud it seemed audible.
Driven by a woman's instinct, Ba pressed her body even closer to Hugh. This alone thrilled her; the stimulation from her breasts sent jolts up her spine and into her mind.
"Bearing the responsibility of the departed until the ideal is realized… even in the face of sorrow, I have no reason to die… no, I should say, I have no right to control my own life."
Hearing this, Ba nodded emphatically. Only those who are fully prepared can create incredible miracles once again. So, Ba held Hugh tightly. Above her two full breasts was a face that was indescribable, defying easy description—all features delicately balanced, any small injury could shatter this perfect harmony.
The priestess's heartbeat quickened. A deeply refined, alluring fragrance wafted from her priestess robes. Ba could even feel the throbbing in her chest, the milk flowing from the pink peaks of her breasts.
"What is the responsibility that the living must bear? I only had a vague understanding of it before, but after truly experiencing it, I can only deeply understand it... If this is the inevitable fate, then I can only bear it... In order not to lose anything important again, let Crimson be the guide for the future, and move towards a path where I will no longer be lost."
"In that case, please become my master, become the master of the priestess—Tsukiyo Tomoe."
Words that sounded like a prayer, yet were filled with all her wishes, were clearly expressed from her slightly parted lips.
The words, accompanied by the fragrance of her breath, slowly entered the listener's nostrils, rubbing against the breasts of her armor, from which milk flowed, like snow melted by the spring sun, carrying full emotion, flowing into the heart that was heavily bound by ice before her.
Although Tomoe always called Hughie "master," she had not actually completed the ceremony of recognizing him as her master; she was just calling him that by herself.
Hughie smelled the fragrance of the person holding him, and the milky scent that was gradually spreading into the atmosphere, and finally an expression appeared on his face—but it was a rather troubled bitter smile.
"Still the same request... You're truly persistent."
"Yes, no matter how many times Master refuses, my answer remains the same."
Ba stared directly at Hugh, her deep, dark pupils, seemingly attracting millions of stars, gleaming with a piercing light. The strength in her embrace of Hugh unconsciously increased. Furthermore, Ba grasped Hugh's right hand and pressed it against her left breast. Though her cheeks were flushed, her attitude was resolute, not allowing Hugh to pull his hand away.
The sensation Hugh felt in his hand, besides its astonishing softness, was something rapidly beating—presumably Ba's eager anticipation!
The priestess's breasts, warmth, fragrance, beauty, and encouraging words—no matter what changes Hugh himself underwent, Ba's gaze remained constant. Even with Hugh's hands stained with blood and surrounded by the corpses she had slaughtered, Ba refrained from any reproach, still requesting Hugh to become her master with the same unwavering attitude.
Hugh's hand was held by Ba, gently placed above her chest. The moment her fingers sank in, a springy elasticity and a body heat warm enough to melt anything emanated from her shrine maiden robes.
"Even if you refuse again this time, you'll still follow me, won't you?"
"Yes, only by my master's side is my true home."
"Hoo..." Hugh looked up at the setting sun.
Night would soon fall, and the stars would begin to twinkle. But ultimately, one must face the night to have any chance of welcoming the sunrise.
"I suppose my future will be stained with more blood than it is now... I don't know if my choice is right..."
"But, Master, you've already found your answer, haven't you?"
Hugh slowly nodded, looking into the eyes that stared directly at her—eyes of unwavering, loving kindness that seemed to absorb all sorrow.
Soft long hair, even softer breasts, and the scent of milk in the air finally brought a smile to Hugh's face.
"Although I cannot control the future, I still have to continue to live... in order to realize the ideals I entrusted to myself... So, from now on, I hope you can continue to bring me this warmth from the place closest to me..."
“Master!? This means…” Tomoe raised her face, tears welling in her eyes—tears of joy, tears of emotion at seeing her beloved smile again.
The bell from her waist connected the two completely.
Even if everything was lost, the world wouldn't stop moving forward, and no matter how much sorrow was expressed, the past could not be undone. However, it was precisely because so many had passed away that they should move towards the uncertain future.
To prevent this tragic history from repeating itself… But, relying solely on her own resolve, her will could not bear such a heavy responsibility; the human spirit was not that strong.
Hugh stroked the black hair before her. Even if darkness was about to descend, as long as this warmth existed, she would not lose her way!
“Tsukiyo… no, ‘Tomoe’.”
“Yes!”
The mere sight of Hugh smiling again was enough to sweep away all the unease in Tomoe’s heart—those were the words she had longed for, and the only hope that propelled her forward.
Hugh called Ba's name for the first time—a simple, almost imperceptible sound, merely her master softly calling her name, instantly sending a surge of emotion through her body, a feeling akin to the ecstasy of playing Kagura, but now several times stronger than before.
Ba clearly felt the intense pain in her chest, all her energy converging towards her mammary glands, awaiting her master's first command. Those enormous breasts—those breasts that bulged her shrine maiden robes against her master's body—now possessed even more rounded curves, their intricate lines defying description even with a pen—silently proclaiming the shrine maiden's readiness.
"This piece... can it help me? To soothe the departed souls..."
"Ah—yes, yes! Master!"
Upon hearing the command, Ba reluctantly released Hugh—though she wanted to continue clinging to her master, it was impossible to play an instrument while in such a tight embrace. However, Tomoe then revealed a rather delighted expression. Her master's Kagura, which she not only listened to, but she could also participate in and become a part of it—what could be more joyful than this?
Most importantly, when playing Kagura, the performer's emotions and reason must be in harmony. If her master hadn't accepted her from the bottom of his heart, how could he have allowed her to play along?
"Um…"
a timid voice rang out at that moment. It was Yayoi, who had stood silently the entire time.
"Sister… should I leave first?" Yayoi seemed a little lost.
But upon reflection, she realized that there was currently no real relationship between Yayoi and Hugh, a very obvious distance between them—since they were going to play Kagura, and it was a dirge for the dead, the less interference the better. That's why Yayoi hesitated about whether she should stay.
“No need, just stand here…or rather…”
It was Hugh who answered for Ba, scratching his cheek as if struggling to find the right words, and said, “I’ve heard Ba talk about you…you seem to be stuck in some kind of mental block…so…if possible…would you like to try listening to some music?”
“Yes! Of course! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!” Yayoi nodded excitedly.
For a shrine maiden who has reached a certain stage of growth and inevitably encounters a period of uncertainty, listening to someone else’s Kagura can sometimes be more helpful in freeing herself from her own worries.
“Thank you, Master, for being able to represent my sister…” Ba bowed deeply—a gesture that must have been quite strenuous for a woman with large breasts!
Although Yayoi might not yet be able to fully grasp the true meaning of the music, simply listening to it would be of considerable benefit to her.
Even if a lament is about to be played… for a shrine maiden, this kind of song that purifies the soul is the most common one she encounters. If Yayoi could hear this piece in person, without any pressure, she would be able to understand it more deeply. Moreover, Yayoi has been learning from Tomoe since she was a child, so with Tomoe as the performer, she can better convey things to her sister that are difficult to teach verbally.
Hugh took out his white fan—the previous atmosphere of being immersed in sorrow had vanished without a trace, and his whole body exuded a rather intimidating aura—and focused on the notes woven in his mind.
Tomoe also held the Kagura bell to her chest—this time she only took out one Kagura bell, which was more than enough, since she was not the main performer, but rather she wanted to make the Kagura exert a greater influence and spread throughout the entire valley.
“Then… let’s begin!”
Hugh took a deep breath, opened his fan, and sang the first note, his feet moving back and forth in a specific direction—accompanied by the song, the bells rang out in a perfectly timed rhythm, and even the sound of the five-colored ribbons slapping in the air became part of the melody.
The music was very similar to the “Atsumori Dance,” yet its essence was completely different—the singing was extremely pure, and even though each step might tread on a corpse, it did not diminish the pure sound quality in the slightest.
The bells, as accompaniment, gradually increased in strength, and the increasing swaying of the breasts seemed to be stirring the closed hearts of the dead—no longer staying in one place, but rediscovering the possibility of ideals…
A dazzling white light emanated from the two of them, and a powerful force descended—“…”
The melody continued to stir their souls, and Yayoi listened silently to this divine music, even trying to breathe less, afraid that any possible sound might disturb the scene deeply imprinted before her eyes.
There were no words, the palpitations simply turning into tears, telling of the emotion on her cheeks.
At the same time, she made this vow in her heart.
--One day, I will replace my sister and become the master's successor...

(Chapter 2) Deviating from the Blade of Light (1)

"Your Highness Hugh, you should be used to it now, right? I look forward to it every single day!" A still immature voice rang out. Although the tone was not very mature, the majesty contained in the words was genuine.
It was not a level that could be achieved through training alone, but rather a natural expression that could only be made by someone who had long held a high position, making people involuntarily listen attentively.
"It's alright. As for killing, I am quite calm."
After taking the teacup handed to her, Hugh took a sip. The tea was not hot, probably because she was sitting outside the shrine's corridor, enjoying the warm afternoon sun, and did not need to use water that was too hot to brew the tea!
Although Hugh was more used to the night when the sun was swallowed up and she could see a sky full of stars, a part of her heart still hoped to be illuminated by light.
The dark fog that had lingered in his heart dissipated as the tea soothed his throat and warmed his stomach. He finally had time to relax and should savor the lingering aftertaste. Moreover, he hadn't forgotten why he was here today.
—The sound of several overlapping voices reached his ears.
With the heightened sensitivity of a Kagura master, Hugh listened intently to every note in the air, his eyes fixed on the light that gradually appeared before him.
A dozen or so priestesses formed a strange array, each holding their own instrument and playing a piece they had recently composed. The priestess standing in the center of the array gently placed her hands on her well-developed breasts and sang a natural, flowing song.
It began with the sound of several Kagura bells.
The wrists extending from the shrine maiden's robes were equally pale and unblemished. She simply raised the Kagura bell high and then gently swung it down, yet the music accompanying the five-colored ribbons sounded remarkably powerful.
After the bell's sound dissipated in the wind, a continuous melody played on a Korean flute followed, accompanied by the shrine maiden's chanting of blessings, inspiring the listener's spirit and igniting a fighting will.
The crisp drumbeats, though not loud, seemed merely decorative, clearly marking the rhythm of the entire Kagura, connecting all the instruments and indicating the specific section of the song.
The music possessed a gentle, feminine quality; the melody, like the high curves of a woman's breasts, gradually climbed to its peak, the shrine maiden's shifting steps perfectly depicting the beautiful arc of her large breasts.
If each component of the Kagura were listened to individually, it would be a meaningless jumble of sounds, but once they overlapped, they were enough to unleash a heart-stirring power—this was Kagura, and a war song fit for the battlefield.
The shrine maiden danced lightly, musical notes dancing between her lips, her breasts swaying and releasing fragrant breezes. Her song seeped into the listener's consciousness, gradually bolstering their fighting spirit.
"The pairing of the Kagura Master and the shrine maiden can amplify each other's abilities by several times, even several times over. Prince Hugh should be well aware of this. The premise is that they can be paired properly. There are countless examples in history of Kagura Masters and shrine maidens clashing."
"In Prince Hugh's opinion, could these shrine maidens be of any use in actual combat?" The slightly childish voice didn't mince words, asking directly.
After all, one should speak according to the audience, and besides, her relationship with Hugh didn't require any useless affectations.
She watched the shrine maidens dancing the Kagura before her, her gaze never wavering.
"Hmm... this question should be asked of Tomoe, Lord Toyo. After all, my specialty is funeral music, and I've never played with anyone else before!"
"With Lord Hugh's talent, you could make Kagura continuously purify the world and exorcise evil spirits, regardless of who you are. After all, you are a 'King' man; these things should be a piece of cake for you."
"You flatter me too much... someone skilled in playing funeral music, why should I ask for praise? It's best to stay in the darkness, away from the light!"
"Don't be so self-deprecating. Light has never belonged to anyone alone; anyone can pursue it freely... However, isn't it a bit much that your music is monopolized by Tomoe? How about trying to become the Kagura Master of the Heike Shrine Maidens?"
"I refuse... a palanquin stained with blood, even with prayers, cannot change the karma it carries. No matter how many embellished words are added, no one will follow." "
What's the truth?"
“Just Tomoe alone is enough to keep me busy. I get woken up by her licking me before I’ve even had a full night’s sleep, and I never have time to recover my energy!”
“How about trying with me? Although my breasts aren’t as big as Tomoe’s, I can still produce breast milk! What do you think? Don’t you think my baby-faced, big-breasted, and breast-producing body is quite adorable?”
“Lord Toya, even if you use this kind of suggestive approach, and it’s almost all true, I still won’t agree. Someone like me has no right to ask for anything, much less the capacity to welcome someone as radiant as you!” Hugh replied with a clear wry smile. Although Toya’s attitude was quite enthusiastic, given his current position, Hugh could only keep refusing.
Although Hugh had extensive playing experience, he had mostly played Kagura alone before, which made it quite difficult to collaborate with others—except for Tomoe Tsukiyo, who could accept him.
Kagura typically requires the assistance of several instruments to produce music powerful enough to move the gods. This is why shrine maidens need to train continuously from a young age, often in groups. However, Hugh is not a shrine maiden, nor does he possess such an environment or experience—therefore, while Hugh can play Kagura alone, his abilities are extremely limited.
"That's true. Even if you are Tomoe's Kagura master, you can only be Tomoe's Kagura master... However, Tomoe is currently busy, and I'm really embarrassed to disturb her!"
"To be honest, Tomoe didn't even ask for my permission..."
"I really want to taste... His Highness Hugh's penis, could I have a taste? Just one lick and I'll remember the flavor perfectly."
"Please forgive me, Lord Hirano..."
"Then, how about I try clamping it with my breasts? Alright~~ Let me serve you then~~"
"Aren't these two questions the same thing?"
Hirano Toya was quite clear that a shrine maiden must have her own Kagura master to unleash the true power of Kagura. With a Kagura master accompanying her, the shrine maiden, when performing the Kagura dance, experiences a kind of intoxication—or rather, an intense pleasure where every cell in her body accelerates and her whole body heats up.
Conversely, if the shrine maiden plays the Kagura alone, this amplified effect is absent; even if the notes are flawless, it's difficult to arouse the gods' interest. Therefore, Natsuya looked at the girl favored by the Kagura master, who monopolized the Kagura master—swallowed hard, and looked at the shrine maiden kneeling between Hugh's legs.
The fourth great priestess of the Saigu Palace, and the only shrine maiden with a Kagura master, Tsukiyo Tomoe, now had her top wide open, revealing the soft, feminine parts of her body. She extended her pink tongue, glistening with saliva, and carefully licked the dark penis nestled between her breasts.
Tomoe's cheeks flushed red; her skin, originally smooth as snow, now displayed a clear arousal, like cherry blossom petals fluttering in the air, displaying the color of late winter and early spring.
The small mouth, which had sung countless sacred prayers, now held a penis, the cylindrical object constantly moving in and out of its mouth. A thin, clear strand of saliva stretched from the glans, connecting with the neat rows of front teeth. The tongue circled along the inside of the foreskin, trying to lick out any fluid that might leak out at any moment.
Although they were in the forbidden grounds of the temple, surrounded by priestesses playing kasagari dance, and with the head of the Taira family, whose status far surpassed that of the Tsukiyo family—Hina Toya—sitting beside them, Tomoe still served her master with complete oblivion, not caring about the gazes of others, not even a single note reaching her ears. Tomoe's hands cupped her breasts, providing the penis with just the right amount of relentless stimulation, but the astonishing size of her breasts completely buried her hands from the front, leaving no trace of them. Only the dark red glans peeked out from the deep cleavage in the center of her chest.
"Gulp!"—As Tomoe swallowed the pre-ejaculate, Natoya also swallowed.
In the air filled with fluttering cherry blossoms, the scent of lust grew stronger—not only did the tip of the penis continuously secrete a clear fluid, but the mammary glands inside her breasts, heated by the penis's heat, were intensely stimulated, causing her pink nipples to harden and flow with sweet milk. The entire lower half of her breasts was wet and slippery with breast milk, making the penis, coated with milk, easier to slide in and out of her cleavage.
Of course, Ba wanted her master to caress her breasts, but since her master and Nadoya were currently talking, it would be too impolite to interrupt them. She could only caress them herself, but the feeling was certainly not as intense as when Hughie caressed them personally, only creating a sense of emptiness, causing Ba to unconsciously suck the glans even harder.
The faint saltiness spreading from the tip of her tongue, the original sweetness of her own breast milk, and the fishy smell permeating her entire nasal cavity—three completely different scents—blended perfectly together, causing Ba's desire to gradually rise. She caressed her breasts even more forcefully, her lips holding the penis tightly.
Judging from Tomoe's attitude, she was truly focused entirely on the penis—even when playing Kagura, she probably wasn't this attentive.
"Tsukiyo..."
“Snoring...sucking... (ignoring)”
“Tsukiyo, did you hear me?”
“Snoring...sucking... (ignoring)” No matter how Natoyo called out, Ba didn’t react at all… or rather, she didn’t even intend to listen.
Once Ba entered service mode, there was only one condition that could interrupt her—after all, they were currently in the palace, and Ba was the Great Priestess, so she still had to give Natoyo some face.
Therefore, knowing that the consequences would be very serious, Xiu Yi could only support his forehead and say, “Ba… Ba! Master is about to give an order.”
“Snoring...sucking... (ignoring)”
“I have something to do tomorrow, I want to go somewhere by myself, so I may not have time to rub your breasts.”
“…” Ba’s movements suddenly stopped completely.
"Barba, did you hear me?"
"...Yes, yes, of course I heard you. How could I ignore Master's words?"
"Oh? But your eyes are so empty!"
"I'm fine. May I ask what command Master needs?"
"That answer doesn't sound like you're completely unaffected."
Barba was so shocked that her brain was still processing the sentence from a few seconds ago.
"I just said that I have something to do tomorrow. I want to go somewhere, which might take up the whole day, and I have to leave early in the morning, so I won't have time to rub your breasts."
"...Huh? Huh? Huh?" Although it took her a while to come to her senses, Barba was still stunned for a long time after hearing Hugh's words, letting saliva drip from her mouth onto her breasts.
After a long while, Ba finally raised her head, removing it from the penis: "Is Master ill? How could you make such a joke? As your master's priestess, I've failed you so badly that you're so ill you can't even understand what you're saying."
"No, I'm perfectly sober now."
"Huh? But in that case, I can't go with Master into the endless world of sensual pleasures."
"I don't remember ever going to such a strange place with you."
"What about the morning service? My breasts won't be able to have intimate contact with your penis then?"
"Yes, just like you said."
"Hahaha, I must have misheard."
"Hahaha, you definitely didn't mishear."
"Hahaha."
"I object───────────────────!"
"Aren't you disobeying Master's orders!?"
"Master's words clearly violate the contract!"
"So, can you listen to me properly now?"
"Huh? Ah, ah, yes, yes."
In short, Ba finally ended her service state, raised her head, her eyes regaining their sparkle, waiting for her master to speak.
However, her breasts remained tightly clamped around the penis, her proud breasts cupped as she carefully rubbed them up and down, not giving the penis any chance to escape her cleavage.
Since her master only wanted to talk to her and didn't ask her to stop serving—Baroka, of course, couldn't stop there. Half her attention was on her master, and the other half remained focused on the penis.
Was this a demonstration to the other priestesses? Or was it a way to seduce them? The only thing that was certain was that Baroka always deliberately made sure the penis was clearly visible to the priestesses, and she increased the sounds of sucking the glans several times over.
Well… at least she was willing to stop serving, which was already a pretty good result for Hughie—although he never intended to wipe away the white smudge left on Baroka's lips.
Hughie scratched his head helplessly. After all, what he had just said meant that he still had to rub Baroka's breasts tomorrow. Baroka realized this, which was why she obediently let go of the penis, swallowing her saliva with reluctance.
Despite being a priestess who chants sacred hymns, Tomoe is quite obsessed with penises. Why did she become like this? Hugh plans to seriously reflect on his life so far. Tomoe,
on the other hand, tilts her head slightly, resting her chin on her breast, revealing an adorable smile that is incredibly endearing—she seems to feel no guilt whatsoever about immediately taking out her master's penis to serve him after he sat down, and even doing so publicly in front of many priestesses.
Natoya had witnessed this situation several times before, so she wasn't particularly surprised. She simply quenched her thirst with tea before addressing Tomoe, saying, "The one who wants to speak to Tsukiyo isn't Prince Hughie, but me!"
"Eh? But then, doesn't that mean I can't use answering Master's question to ask for a reward?" "
Anyway, the reward you want is probably just for Prince Hughie to satisfy his lust!" "
Please don't put it so harshly. This is a personal characteristic! Or rather, a unique quality."
"Unique quality?"
"A priestess who wants to serve Master anytime, anywhere. Whenever I'm near Master, he must be prepared to have his penis inside me. In fact, when Master is in front of me, he doesn't need to wear pants at all, because no matter how much he tries to defend himself, I can always remove my penis."
"So, even if Prince Hughie refuses, you'll still serve me?"
"That's right. To make the master feel comfortable, sometimes it's necessary to force oneself to serve. It's a priestess's duty, isn't it? So, Lord Taira."
"What is it?"
"Would you like to serve the master together? Just use your breasts to hold his penis with me. I'll be from the front, and you can come from the left or right. With your breasts, it's more than enough."
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
"If we follow Lord Taira's logic, serving the master—serving the 'king'—shouldn't have any restrictions. If the master can have both of you, he'll be very happy."
"That's true. After all, Prince Hugh is a man!"
"Once Lord Taira joins in, the master will surely be able to abandon meaningless constraints and insistence. Come, Lord Taira, the master's penis can't wait!"
"The glans keeps throbbing..."
"That's proof of the master's excitement! This intoxicatingly strong scent, doesn't it feel like it's guiding the way forward? Guiding the priestess's path..."
"Since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony. Please, Your Highness Hugh, feel free to ejaculate into my mouth without hesitation—"
"—What! Wait a minute!" Seeing that Natsuya was about to do the same as Tomoe, bringing her head close to his penis, Hugh quickly snapped out of his reverie and reached out to block Natsuya's head.
Hugh instinctively felt a chill run down his spine—not from being brought to the brink of ejaculation by Tomoe, but from Natsuya's eager attitude and the menacing gazes of the group of Heike priestesses behind him.
"Your Highness Hugh, please remove your hand, I can't lick it like this!"
Although Natsuya gave Hugh a calm smile, her entire body clearly intended to move closer to his penis, her small head struggling in his palm.
As the head of the Heira family, Natsuya possessed considerable strength in all aspects, so if her penis were to be taken into her mouth, Hugh felt that many things would immediately become very bad—yes, in every way.
Enduring the pleasure that Ba brought him while simultaneously pushing Natsuya back to her original position, these two drastically different actions caused a slight distortion in Hugh's face. However, Natsuya remained composed, her eyes gleaming with a sharp light completely incongruous with her loli-like face.
"Your Highness, have I misunderstood? Isn't this the moment you've been waiting for, which is why your penis has become so large?"
"That's a misunderstanding! I never had such thoughts!"
"You clearly took off your pants in front of me; your words are hardly convincing!"
"It wasn't my choice!"
"If it wasn't your choice, does that mean I've bewitched you? In that case, Your Highness should be happy that I want to serve you personally."
"Please forgive my firm refusal! I have a master-servant contract with Tomoe, so there's no reason for Lord Toya to do the same, is there?"
"As for reasons, give me as many as you want. If a master-servant contract is absolutely necessary, then Your Highness can become my master! I can become Your Highness's woman and serve you. If you agree, not only me, but the Heira family will fully assist you."
Although the Shinna religion has long been established on this continent, the Heira family remains a supreme noble family, almost a spiritual symbol.
Faced with Naduya's aggressive attitude, Hugh really didn't know how to resist.
"Sigh, I've said it several times before, I'm not someone who can be forgiven, and I'm not capable of accepting Lord Naduya's leniency..."
"Since we've both thrown ourselves into the darkness, we need to improve our relationship. For men and women, direct physical communication is the most appropriate method."
"Given my relationship with Lord Naduya, there's no need to go to such lengths, is there?"
"It's precisely because of our relationship that I must serve you, Lord Hugh. Although we've been on missions together, you've neglected me afterwards, indulging in your own intimacy with Ba. Don't you think that's a bit excessive?"
"I...I was—" Hugh was about to explain when Naduya interrupted him.
"If the goal is to purify the lingering darkness in Lord Hugh's heart, then Tsukiyono can be the first priority, and I'll be second... Would that make Lord Hugh acceptable? Or would you prefer it like this, with me and Tomoe together?"
"Wait...wait a minute! I never said I wanted to make a contract with that Lord Toya! Why does it feel like all the blame is on me?"
"The problem is with you! If Lord Hugh had just devoured me and made me his master, there wouldn't have been any problem at all!"
"Why do we have to bring up a contract?"
"So, does Lord Hugh only agree to make a contract with me if I have breasts as large as Tsukiyono's? Don't let my current appearance fool you; once I receive your Kagura's support, my breasts will grow considerably."
"It's not because of Tomoe's breasts..."
"Your Highness, are you still going to lie through your teeth, even though you were held between Tomoe's breasts and ejaculated into the shrine maidens countless times? I saw it all clearly... the exquisite sword dance Tomoe performed when she received your Kagura... it's so unfair that only Tsukiyo can become the 'King's' war dancer!"
Natsuya completely ignored Hugh's rebuttal.
Only by the King's side can I find my refuge—Natsuya expressed an extremely strong will.
For Hugh, Natsuya was a rather ideal assistant.
Besides her completely different talents compared to Tomoe, as a member of the Taira clan, Natsuya's understanding of ancient books, Shinto, and Kagura far surpassed Tomoe's.
A chance encounter half a year ago, during the great battle to protect Kyoto, allowed Natsuya to stand shoulder to shoulder with Tomoe and receive the Kagura played by Hugh.
To counter large-scale magic, Tomoe performed a Kagura dance—with immense power, yet the steps were clear and transparent—directly neutralizing a large-scale magic capable of annihilating an entire army.
For Tomoe's Kagura dance, not only did Hugh play the Kagura, but Nadouya also simultaneously performed the ritual Kagura, wielding a large coin and channeling her power into Tomoe to unleash its full potential.
The strongest war dancer and priestess—from then on, all priestesses took Tomoe as their role model, determined to dance the Kagura dance that protected Kyoto.
However, Hugh understood perfectly well that it was because Tomoe, as his war dancer—having formed a contract with him, a war dancer with the power of the Kagura master—could perform a dance powerful enough to shake the gods.
To uphold the ideal of coexistence between humans and demons, immense power was necessary… No wonder Nadouya craved the contract so much.
Did Nadouya prefer to personally direct everything rather than remain hidden behind the scenes?
"Hmm, Your Highness Xiu Yi, I feel you have a great misunderstanding!"
"Sigh..."
"In short, I just want to form a contract with you, so I can do the things the readers have been waiting for. Why don't you understand?"
"Don't get angry!"
"Hmph... It's alright. Even if Your Highness Xiu Yi refuses to agree, I have my own ways."
Saying this, Naduye returned to her normal kneeling posture, and the aura she exuded changed accordingly. However, although Naduye stopped there, she instead uttered a warning that made Xiu Yi's whole body stiffen.
"When the time is right... even if it might offend the 'King,' I will still make a contract with you. Please look forward to that moment!"
"Even if that moment comes, I will invalidate the contract... and, have you noticed? The priestess's song has stopped, Lady Natsuya."
Although Natsuya withdrew her body, past experience told Hugh that Natsuya in this state was even more difficult to handle, and he might unknowingly agree to any conditions. Therefore, Hugh decided to forcibly change the subject—for the sake of his stamina.
"Now that the background music has ended... shouldn't we get to the main topic?"
"The main topic?" Natsuya tilted her head, a big question mark appearing in her mind. Only at times like this did she exude an aura that matched her loli appearance. Then, she clenched her fist, slightly twisted her body to accentuate her already prominent breasts, and said with a rather cute smile, "Oh! Are you referring to the contract date between me and Your Highness Hugh?"
"Let me just say this first, you didn't even answer my question."
"Tsk... You won't even eat the food right in front of you, Your Highness Hugh, are you even a man?"
"If the other party wasn't Lord Nadoya, I might consider it."
"Does Your Highness Hugh not want a contract, but intend to treat me as a slave?"
"That doesn't suit your appearance. I've said before, please watch your words."
"Ideally, Your Highness Hugh would treat me as a sex slave and have... you... with... me!"
"Save your daydreams for when you're sleeping. And why are you talking like a... bastard?"
"So, you mean, Ba is serving as a sex slave to Lord Hughie? I'm quite interested in the role of a sex slave, aren't we? Our relationship is pretty much at that level!"
"Please don't pull open your shrine maiden's robes and deliberately expose your breasts... I've said it before, Ba is quite important to me, it's not just a contractual relationship. Compared to Lord Natoya who always digs traps for me, I only need Ba."
Hughie spoke without mercy, deliberately looking down at Ba, who was intently serving him, without even glancing at Natoya.
Sensing her master's gaze, and seeing his penis begin to throb, Ba was clearly quite satisfied with his service, which made her even happier. She spat out the glans from her mouth and licked it tenderly, as if it were a precious treasure.
“Very good, continue like this, Ba.”
“Yes! Huff... Huff... Hmm... Hush... Glug glug... This taste... Master's taste... It's so captivating... Glug glug... Huff... Hmm…”
Ba lowered her head deeply, her long black hair falling onto the stepping stones, making a rustling sound as her head swayed back and forth. Her well-groomed, long eyelashes gently veiled the girl's watery pupils.
Because of licking the penis, Ba's answers were somewhat indistinct, but as the sound flowed from her lips, her tongue did not intend to stop.
Waves of pleasure stimulated her brain, causing Hugh to unconsciously straighten her back. This excessively wonderful feeling allowed Hugh to stay awake during her conversation with Hirana Toya, so as not to unknowingly suffer some unpleasant loss.
"Glug glug... Huff... Sticky... So delicious..."
From Ba's slightly parted lips, one could see the semen that Hugh had previously ejaculated mixed with saliva, forming several pale white strands between her upper and lower rows of white teeth, emitting an obscene smell no less enticing than cherry blossoms.
The entire penis was embedded in her cleavage, the glans gleaming crimson, reflecting a light more dazzling than sunlight after being coated with layers of saliva. As soon as the pre-ejaculate seeped out from the tip, Ba immediately swallowed it. Judging from the blush on her face, Ba seemed to be savoring a delicious nectar, completely intoxicated by it.
"Mmm... Ugh... Uh... Hmm... Glug..."
Ba lifted her top-tier, full breasts high, completely fixing her penis in the cleavage. Her snow-white skin was now flushed with cherry blossom red, forming a stark contrast with the constantly throbbing penis in the center.
The burning heat of the penis caused Tomoe to involuntarily moan. She slowly kneaded her breasts, each finger sinking into the flesh, changing into various sensual shapes with each kneading. Her breasts, in turn, surged with elasticity, relentlessly assaulting the penis.
Ever since Hugh came to the Taira clan palace at the invitation of Hirana Toya, Tomoe had been serving her master. From midday until now, when the sun was already setting in the west, Tomoe still had no intention of resting. Was this the obsession of a priestess, or simply that Tomoe had been in heat all day?
In other words, from the moment Hugh began instructing the Kagura dance until the negotiations with Hirana Toya began, Tomoe had not left the penis for a single moment.
This caused the Taira priestesses to look at Hugh with ill intent. Just based on their status, as one of the highest-ranking priestesses in the Taira clan, Tomoe was not entitled to ask the Taira priestesses to stop serving her. For Tomoe, as long as she could serve her master, she didn't care about other people's opinions. However
, for Hugh, it was practically a humiliating act. Perhaps this was an image Tomoe deliberately created to clearly express her ownership. Moreover, since men had been forbidden from entering the Shrine of Abstinence since ancient times, the long-dormant female instincts of the Heike priestesses erupted all at once when Hugh received special permission from the Shrine's head priest, Hirana Toya, to enter the forbidden area.
Tomoe was more interested in her master's penis than in the sacred music composed of the prayers offered to the gods at the Shrine of Abstinence. Every time Hugh met with Hirana Toya, he would always bring Tomoe with him, which allowed Tomoe more time to bury her head between her master's legs or ride on top of him, swaying her large breasts to her heart's content, satisfying her intense desire to serve.
Because the Tsukiyo family and the Taira family weren't on good terms, Hugh could only make a deal with Tomoe: once she entered the shrine, he couldn't stop her from serving his penis. This meant that every time Hugh talked to Hirana Toya, Tomoe was always in a state of open-leggedness, drooling as she served him.
Although the Taira family shrine maidens, who had been forced to stay away from the world since childhood to cultivate a state of tranquility, couldn't initially get used to seeing Tomoe so openly entangled with her master. Not only were they captivated by the erect penis, but the sight of it moving in and out of the great shrine maiden's body made even the most basic prayers and incantations incoherent, let alone the steps of a Kagura dance.
However, the Taira family shrine maidens had no reason to criticize Tomoe's brazen service to her master.
—With the penis in her mouth, sucking the glans with a "sizzling" sound, Tomoe could still point out how each note of the shrine maiden's music had to be arranged to work.
—With a penis between her breasts and her eyes fixed on the pulsating columnar object in her cleavage, Tomoe still pointed out the mistakes in the shrine maiden's dance steps.
—With a penis inserted into her private parts and her body swaying with desire, Tomoe still managed to give verbal instructions on the composition of the shrine maiden's kagura, pointing out which parts to pay attention to.
To achieve perfect service, even in the midst of endless climaxes, she had to maintain her sanity. This was Tomoe's basic requirement for herself, and judging from the current situation, she could certainly achieve it. After all, she had to keep a close eye on Hugh's physical condition at all times. If her master lost control, it wouldn't be as simple as just losing a few lives.
When the shrine maiden asked Hugh to instruct her on kagura, Tomoe reasonably used it as an extension of her service. The kagura was accompanied by blushing and panting, the scent of cherry blossoms mixed with a pungent, fishy smell that made one's nose tingle, and the singing blended with moans. After a while, the shrine maidens gradually got used to this absurd mode.
Hugh felt that Ba seemed to be plotting something. The five priestesses, who had just finished a round of Kagura, were watching Ba's every move with sparkling eyes. Some were even taking notes, or swaying their breasts like Ba.
It seemed that Ba's insistence on serving the priestesses was indeed to teach them something Hugh didn't know! Thinking deeper, if they could witness the Great Priestess playing Kagura without flinching while a penis was inserted, then even on the battlefield, she would likely be able to calmly chant prayers, serving as a counteracting force against magic.
To fulfill the requirements of the Sakamiya for her master, Ba had already considered several steps ahead—thinking this, Hugh suddenly felt a jolt of electricity run down his spine. He involuntarily looked down and saw Ba still buried her head between his legs, intently licking his penis, swallowing the liquid, and then, seemingly quite satisfied, her face flushed with a slightly tipsy blush.
Hugh couldn't help but reach out and stroke Ba's hair. Her meticulously styled hair, backlit by the sunlight above the shrine maiden, reflected a striking halo. Because it was longer than her waist, the girl's long black hair flowed gently in her half-kneeling, crouching position, creating a striking contrast with her crimson trousers.
Hugh's touch on the head, a seemingly ordinary act of intimacy, caused Ba's entire body to tremble suddenly. She first eagerly took the glans into her mouth, then her pupils, which had been flushed with desire, tightly closed. Her knees tightened, her buttocks pushing the trousers high, revealing her smooth, beautiful curves and trembling skin, as if she were enduring something.
At the same time, Ba cupped her breasts with one hand and reached the other to her nipples, completely sealing the cleavage, preventing the penis from escaping her lips. The breast milk that had been slowly secreting earlier also responded, shooting out two jets of water, wetting her slender wrists and spraying onto her trousers, giving them a rich, milky scent.
The squeezing sensation from the penis made Ba bury her head in her cleavage, her tongue constantly scraping the veins on the shaft, and skillfully using her fingers to push her nipples against the penis. The fresh, warm, and moist feeling of the breast milk, and the sound of her legs rubbing against her skirt, told her that the girl had reached orgasm.
However... Ba could serve quite freely even when being watched by a group of shrine maidens, but now, just being stroked on the head by Hughie brought her to orgasm, and quite violently at that. What was going on with this reaction?
After about ten seconds, Ba ended her orgasm, her mouth slowly opening to release the penis, her breathing unusually erratic. It seemed that Ba hadn't expected her master to suddenly stroke her head!
"Huff... huff... gurgle... huff... master... you scared me..."
The girl gasped for breath, trying to steady her breathing, and the flow of breast milk gradually slowed down. Then, she raised her almost tearful black pupils and looked at Hughie with a slightly dissatisfied expression.
Hugh knew that for Ba, a head pat was a form of praise, but the sudden caress made Ba unable to control herself and reach orgasm prematurely.
This caused her already slightly swollen breasts, due to the breast play, to become even more impressive after the internal mammary glands were activated, with milk filling her breasts and making them bulge like a sack full of water.
"Really! Master, you can't just ambush me like that! That's too cunning!"
Seeing Ba puffing out her cheeks and looking a little angry, Hugh was really confused.
"Huh!? Why am I being scolded? I was clearly praising you!"
"You should have given me some time to prepare! Master is breaking the rules!"
"Okay, okay, I'll let go of your hand, alright—wailing! Why are you holding my hand?"
Just as Hugh was about to pull his hand away, Ba's previously dazed pupils suddenly flashed with a bright light, and she grabbed Hugh's hand, wanting her master to continue patting her head. Moreover, with only her other hand supporting her breasts, her penis was fixed in the cleavage, unable to move, and continued to float and sink in the milk.

(Chapter 2) Deviating from the Blade of Light (2)

"If Master really knows he was wrong, then please continue to pat my head!"
"Why is that?"
"Or say something to praise me!"
"Haven't I already praised you with my actions? There's no need to say it again!"
"Ugh! You just reply to everything I say! You're clearly a master with no presence!"
"You bastard! What did you just say! Don't you want to drink my semen anymore!?"
"I want to drink! I want to drink! I want to drink every last drop! And isn't Master about to ejaculate? This is my reward!"
"Since you know you're about to ejaculate, stop talking nonsense and do what you're supposed to do!"
"This is..."
"...Ba?"
"Master, is this an order...?"
"Ugh..."
"Master~~ I want an order, an order~~"
"Sigh... Don't you know I hate orders the most?"
"Since you are Ba's master, it's only natural for you to give me an order! My breasts are already sore from the swelling, I've been waiting for Master's order!"
"You're really persistent..."
“Didn’t Master already know that? Serving Master is Ba’s instinct, Master’s duty, which is to give orders!”
“Even lewd orders are fine?”
“In fact, I need lewd orders the most! Otherwise, what do you think I rely on to maintain my sanity?”
“You’re saying that again…”
“Because Master is my favorite! Because Master is my favorite!”
“Alright, alright, there’s no need to emphasize that twice.”
“If Master is willing to give the order, I will drink all of Master’s semen, so that my breasts can be bigger, and Master can rub them even more! Ba’s breasts exist for Master!” “
When did this setting come in?”
“If Master is unwilling to give the order, then I will let Master ejaculate continuously all day, all inside my body, until Master becomes dried up. That way, whether Master is willing to give the order or not, I don’t care.”
“Hey! It sounds like you’re considering my feelings, but it’s actually a complete violation of human rights! Are you planning to make me run out of ammunition and do something short-sighted?”
“Don’t worry, Master’s life is at least safe.”
"You actually want to guarantee my life first?! Have you been planning this for a long time?"
"Forced service to the master, that's the meaning of the contract."
"I suggest you reread the contract; it doesn't mention anything like this."
"All the semen the master ejaculates will become my energy, so I can play Kagura for the master! The master should know this best; Kagura not only makes breasts grow, but also increases breast milk—it's a 100% perfect conversion!"
"Then where will I replenish the energy I lose?"
"Of course, I've thought of a solution for the master."
"Oh? What solution? Tell me. " "At
times like this, the master should change their thinking."
"Change?"
"The master needs to broaden their perspective."
"How can I broaden their perspective?"
"Instead of being petty and worrying about the number of ejaculations, the master is lacking in vision. The master should forget about the number and try to satisfy me as much as possible."
"Where is the broad vision in that?"
"As long as Master keeps ejaculating and maximizes the number, Master naturally won't care about the number of times!"
"So that's how it works!! I really shouldn't have asked!"
"Ba is thinking of Master's best interests. To praise me, Master should ejaculate into my mouth right now."
"And you look so smug!"
"If Master is willing to command me and ejaculate into my mouth, Master can also gain experience points!"
"Can I level up once I accumulate enough?"
"Unfortunately, Ba's affection for Master has already reached its maximum, so leveling up is useless."
"Then what can experience points be used for?"
"Converted into the number of times Ba serves!"
"So it's experience points for that!?" "If
Master doesn't accumulate enough experience points, you'll have to start over!"
"Start over?"
"Yes! If Master doesn't want to command, the number of times Master ejaculated today will all be reset to zero!"
"Th-that doesn't mean..."
"After returning, Master must make up for the number of times as agreed. Just lie there obediently, it's very simple, right?"
"Huh... what are you planning to do?"
"Don't worry, Master just can't sleep, nothing serious will happen (asterisk)."
"You want to get to the point where the sun is up all the way through!?"
"We'll do the rest after breakfast. Of course, Ba's breakfast is semen (heart)."
"Can you leave me another way..."
"Of course... you can (melody)"
"Really... really!?"
"Yeah, how could Ba lie to Master? It's just a word swap, of course I can accept it (asterisk)"
"Huh—"
"Since Master doesn't like Ba pushing you down, then Master can push Ba down instead! I prefer Master to do it this way!"
"There's no difference between the two, right!?"
At this point, Hugh felt that the conversation had dragged on for too long. Besides, no matter how seriously he resisted, Ba always managed to steer the conversation back to service.
Ba knew Hugh's physical condition even better than he did himself. With daily physical contact, the compatibility between the two was getting higher and higher.
Hugh had considered indulging in Ba's body like this, but he always felt that if he gave up like this, he might lose something about being human...
Reluctantly, Hugh looked at Natsuya beside him.
Given the antagonistic relationship between the Taira and Tsukiyano families, Hugh assumed that Natsuya would try to stop Tomoe or rush in to interfere.
However, unexpectedly, after Hugh praised Tomoe, Natsuya remained silent, seemingly oblivious to the lewd scene unfolding around him.
From Hugh's perspective, Natsuya seemed completely unconcerned about the activities of his invited guest, calmly basking in the sun, gently sipping his tea, like a soft, cuddly kitten.
Natsuya, as expected of the head of the Taira family, maintained a remarkably graceful kneeling posture; his silence exuded elegance.
Although Natsuya is petite, Hugh, who knows her well, understands that it's the "price" she must pay to gain power and make a vow to the gods. Therefore, even though Natsuya's height and appearance have stopped growing, her breasts are like inflated balloons, displaying a fullness completely different from her loli-like body.
The priestesses of the Shinna religion are traditionally limited to large-breasted girls, especially the priestesses of the Heike family, which has a history spanning hundreds of years. However, Natsuya, who has dedicated her height to eight million gods, has breasts larger than most Heike priestesses, demonstrating the immense spiritual power hidden within her small body.
Of course, in terms of sheer size, Tomoe's "super-powerful" magical breasts far surpass Natsuya's. However, due to Natsuya's petite stature, the contrast between her height and breasts, coupled with her youthful, loli-like face, makes her presence just as striking as Tomoe's.
That being said, Natsuya, who was usually quite talkative and even possessed the talent of a debater, surprisingly did not interrupt Tomoe's relentless pressure, making Hugh feel quite threatened.
Natsuya swirled her teacup, a rather cute smile on her face, but Hugh felt that smile had a deeper meaning... because the loli shrine maiden's narrowed eyes were not due to the strong sunlight, but rather revealed a hint of shrewdness, different from her previous ramblings.
Upon closer inspection, near her temples, which were hidden by her long hair, it seemed that blue veins were bulging—clearly, the head of the Heike clan's anger was continuing to grow, the most obvious evidence being that although her face was smiling, her eyes were not smiling at all...
In this state, it was best not to provoke Natsuya, after all, Natsuya, who was worthy of being the head of the prestigious Heike clan, had obtained the divine status of serving Amaterasu Omikami, and was a legendary figure who defied the laws of life and death and protected the religion to this day.
So, with a mechanical, stiff movement, Hughie turned his neck towards the five Heike priestesses—"None of you move!"
"Ugh!"
—and then, he immediately regretted it.
Almost instinctively, Hughie issued a warning to prevent the situation from escalating further.
The priestesses, who had been watching from a distance, seemed to have conspired to take advantage of Hughie's distraction and stealthily approached him.
They had their instruments tied to their belts, each with eyes of a different color, all fixed on their target—the pillar-like structure between Hughie's legs.
Perhaps due to the profuse sweat from their recent Kagura dance, they slightly pulled open their priestess robes, revealing deep cleavage and the most delicate skin beneath, beads of sweat rolling down their curves towards the deepest part of their valley.
“Very good, very good. First, put on your shrine maiden outfits, especially your chest. Don’t tell me you can’t fit them inside. Then put your hands on the back of your head.”
Fortunately, Hugh noticed something. Otherwise, if the shrine maidens had successfully removed their outfits, he wasn’t sure he could have maintained his remaining rationality.
Relieved, Hugh was about to say something to Ba and lowered his head when he saw his most trusted shrine maiden secretly reaching behind her back to give a signal to the Heike shrine maidens.
—Beckoning, beckoning.
—Closer, closer♀♀♀♀♀)))))))→→→→→ Ba’s penis Hugh
“Shh shh shh…” The sound of the shrine maidens’ split-toe socks grew closer.
“Who said you could move!”
Hugh shouted loudly, but at Ba’s beckoning guidance, the shrine maidens began to wear malicious smiles, slowly approaching Hugh like they were chasing prey. At the same time, they knew their advantage lay in their enormous breasts, so they crossed their arms to raise them and make their presence felt.
Although there was a noticeable difference between them and Tomoe, the five pairs of breasts, all equally large, swayed like countless fists before Hugh's eyes, and they secretly used their fingers to hook their sleeves, letting their shrine maiden outfits slowly slip off their shoulders.
--If quality isn't good enough, then quantity will!
How a woman undresses is a rather professional art, especially in front of a man. On the battlefield, a shrine maiden certainly wouldn't do that, since if it caused an erection in her own soldiers, there would be no point in fighting.
However, facing the man that the head priestess, Hirana Toya, had taken a liking to, the Hirana family shrine maiden had no such concerns. Apart from her face being tinged with cherry blossom color, the occasional petals that clung to her face further accentuated her sacred and otherworldly aura, and the sound of her clothes rubbing against her skin perfectly teased Hugh's heart.
Hugh was already on the verge of climaxing, and now the priestesses were so blatantly provoking him. Their snow-white shoulders were already exposed, their belts were undone, and their taut thighs came into view. The priestess's costumes slowly stretched along the curves of their breasts.
Soon, the costumes had slipped down to the very top, barely held up by the red protrusions. Hugh could clearly see that after a Kagura dance, breast milk began to seep from around the nipples and spread towards the areolas.
Instinctively, Hugh felt a dryness in his throat, and even wanted to urge the priestesses to undress faster. After all, he wasn't exactly a gentleman; otherwise, he wouldn't be here receiving service. But he knew very well that those words were a death sentence for him—if he dared to say them, he would only be drained dry.
So, Hugh barely controlled what little rationality he had left and, facing Ba, who was tightly gripping his penis and watching his reaction with a smile, uttered the command she had been waiting for.
"I...I understand, Ba, I command you! Hurry up and let me ejaculate!"
"Huh? But those shrine maidens all want to serve their master. Master, would you like to see them? After performing a Kagura dance, their breasts must be full of breast milk, waiting for Master to taste!"
"How dare you say such a thing!"
“Because, didn’t Master just ask where to replenish the lost energy?”
“I did ask that…”
“Isn’t replenishing energy with breast milk the fastest way? After all, spiritual power is in breast milk! And Master, you have to drink it directly, please don’t be shy, suck on the nipple and ‘plop plop’!” “
Like what I do to you every day?”
“But this time it’s not just buy one get one free, it’s buy one get five free! The Heike priestesses have directly offered their breasts, if Master doesn’t eat them all in one go, I’ll be worried for Master!” “
Don’t you want to save me?”
“If Master doesn’t drink their breast milk, once the breasts continue to swell like this, the chest will get bigger and bigger, and then Master won’t be able to finish it even if you force-feed it! Does Master want it to become like this?”
“Then I have no way out…”
Hugh covered his face with his hands. Although he knew that coming to instruct Kagura on the dance would mean drinking his fill of breast milk before he could leave, he couldn’t not come because of the promise he made before, and he had to pretend to be looking forward to it.
After the five Heike priestesses finished their Kagura dance, they expended a great deal of spiritual energy. This energy stimulated their mammary glands, causing them to secrete a large amount of breast milk. The thick, milky fragrance filled the air; it was obvious without even looking that a gentle bite to one of their nipples would cause the milk to gush into one's mouth like a torrent of water. Even Tomoe herself was the same, continuously clamping her grip on her master's penis, causing her breasts to feel warm all day long. Each friction sent a slight electric current through her spine. Her nipples touched each other, clinging tightly to his penis, and streams of milk gushed out in rhythm, her cleavage practically forming a hot spring, allowing his penis to soak comfortably inside.
After drinking a large amount of semen, Tomoe's mouth was filled with a fishy, foul smell, and her entire face was covered in a white, half-dry liquid. Several sticky strands were tangled together on her pearly white teeth. However, the great priestess was not satisfied with this; instead, her tongue continued to follow the tip of his penis, craving more of her master's favor.
Hugh frowned, but dared not look up in any direction. From the rustling of clothes he had just heard, he knew the priestesses were a few steps away. If he relaxed his attention even slightly, their five soft breasts would press against him without mercy.
The five priestesses looked back and forth at Hugh's expression, then down at his licking of his penis. The urge in their hearts grew stronger, and they wished they could immediately push their master, the High Priestess, down. They cupped their breasts, which were full of breast milk, and a few drops of milk could even be seen leaking from their nipples.
Hugh had suckled their breasts several times during his visits to the Shrine before. Now, recalling those past experiences, the feeling of Hugh's teeth biting their nipples made their breasts feel even more tingly. Their breasts swelled with milk, clearly expressing their impatience.
Seeing this, Natsuya, who had been standing by and watching, wore an expression of indifference on her face, but inwardly she was overjoyed—hmph, even if Hughie didn't take the bait, the priestesses had already decided on their allegiance! As long as the time came, why would Hughie refuse!?
Simultaneously possessing light and darkness, coexisting with demons, the king who walked on thin ice, even in the Crimson Wilderness, never hesitated for a moment, all for that one vow he had once made.

(Chapter 2) Deviating from the Blade of Light (3)

"Your Highness Hughie..."
Natsuya saw that the time had come, put down her teacup, reached into her bosom, and took out a black envelope from her high breasts. Because it had been placed between her breasts for a while, the black paper emitted a faint fragrance.
Upon seeing the black envelope, Hughie and Ba reacted differently.
"Phew...you're finally willing to hand it over!"
Hugh felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. After all, he had come to the temple today mainly for this black envelope. He had spent the entire day here, and his energy was almost completely depleted. He had nearly lost his mind several times, but thankfully, he finally saw results, and Naduye was willing to hand over the black envelope.
As for Ba—
"..."
"Ugh, don't stare at me like that! Isn't this why Prince Hugh came?"
Just as the loli priestess had said, Ba's tongue continued to circle around the penis, but her eyes were fixed on Naduye. She had some things she wanted to say, but she absolutely couldn't say them in front of her master, so she could only suck on her master's penis and stuff it in her mouth. However, that look in her eyes...it was almost like the expression of someone facing an enemy on the battlefield.
Serving and hatred, Ba had a way of expressing both emotions at the same time. Her body automatically clung to her master, but her attention was fixed on Naduye, and her eyes exuded a pressure. Even the five priestesses who were getting closer and closer to Hugh couldn't help but take a few steps back in fright.
The aura that Ba was displaying now was completely different from when she was serving Hugh. The shrine maidens, not knowing the reason for Ba's sudden change, could only swallow hard and timidly retreat to the side. However, they weren't dressed, since their breasts were full of breast milk, and wearing shrine maiden clothes would definitely be uncomfortable. So, they froze in front of Hugh and Ba in this posture of wearing red culottes with their full breasts exposed.
"Oh... this expression is getting more and more convincing. It seems that spending this time by Hugh's side has not been a waste!"
Even though Ba was staring at her like this, Natsuya's attitude remained relaxed, as if she was not affected at all. She took another sip of tea and turned to look at Hugh. She saw that although he was stroking Ba's hair, he had a wry smile on his face.
After all, as her master, Hugh was well aware of the reason for Ba's sudden change in attitude. Moreover, since he knew the reason, he couldn't scold her. He could only give a slight apology with his eyes when he met Natsuya's gaze.
Natsuya then looked at the shrine maidens who had taken a few steps back. Although they hadn't put their shrine maiden outfits back on, their round breasts were directly exposed to the air, the pink tips oozing sweet breast milk reflecting an alluring glow. However, their faces showed considerable fear, as if they had done something wrong.
Natsuya's expression didn't change much, but inwardly he was cursing. It seemed that, apart from Tomoe, the Taira clan didn't have any shrine maidens who could match Hugh, the Kagura master.
The plan had to be put in advance, even if sometimes ruthless methods were necessary…
“So, Your Highness Hugh, I’m entrusting this mission to you!”
“Hmph… I’m not saying this out loud, but could you please stop provoking Ba, Lord Toya? She’s also a member of the Great Priestess; it’s not good for them to be hostile to each other!”
“Because Your Highness Hugh doesn’t like fame, and I sometimes have to worry about that too.”
“Right now, I’m just an assassin. Fame would only make my work more complicated… Aren’t you the same? Being unknown makes things easier.”
“Your Highness Hugh and I do share many similar thoughts!”
“I’m unworthy of such praise; you flatter me too much.”
“In that case, I’ll help you deal with this black envelope. Consider it a reward, and maybe it’ll make Ba happy too.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing much, but if Your Highness Hugh can’t ejaculate within the next three minutes, I’ll do something very pleasurable for you!”
"What comfortable thing? Sigh! Could it be..." Xiu Yi asked subconsciously, because the malicious smile on Na Du Ye's face sent a chill down his spine. Based on his experience from several negotiations, whenever Na Du Ye showed this expression, it meant she had some tricks up her sleeve.
Sure enough, after taking a sip of tea, Na Du Ye looked towards the main gate of the Zhai Palace, which was some distance away.
Hugh looked over as well. He'd already refused countless times today. Surely Natsuya wouldn't let any more priestesses appear, since no matter how many, Hugh would still refuse.
"Besides making me incredibly happy, this is something I've been eagerly anticipating. Most importantly, it will make Lord Hugh so comfortable he can't speak. What do you think?" "I've been waiting for this
for a long time. Lord Natsuya, no matter how many times I say it, I will not make a contract with you..." "
Hmm, Lord Hugh refuses to make a contract with me, and although I'm quite unwilling, that's not what I wanted to say." Natsuya interrupted Hugh, her lips pursed in a complaining tone, while she wiggled her index finger from side to side.
Just this movement caused her breasts to sway slightly, the bulging flesh below her collarbone seemingly restless, eager to assert its presence within her priestess at any moment.
Because Natsuya's body was quite petite, yet she possessed a pair of large breasts, even when she was simply sitting upright, the contrast between her chest and her frame made her breasts even more conspicuous. So, even though Hugh was being strangled by Ba's enormous breasts, his gaze would still unconsciously drift towards Natsuya's chest, which improved the loli priestess's mood a bit.
"Then, please look over there, Your Highness Hugh!"
"What does that mean—whoa!"
Hugh turned to look in the direction Natsuya was pointing, and as if in response, a series of subtle tremors suddenly emanated from the courtyard where everyone was, culminating in a heavy tremor. At the same time, brilliant light appeared in the distance, alternating between green, yellow, blue, and red, followed by a series of crisp sounds, "clang, clang, clang," clearly the sounds of weapons clashing. However,
unexpectedly, although these lights and sounds clashed with each other, they also merged in some ways. If this were a piece of divine music, it would be very close. Only a priestess with highly developed abilities and experience could forcibly compose a piece of divine music from the chaotic sounds.
As the Kagura master, Hugh was perfectly aware of this, and the unique characteristics of this Kagura melody caused his face to turn deathly pale instantly, as if he had heard a death knell.
"Could it be...could it be—"
"That's right! I asked her to come to the Sai Palace after school, but why things turned out this way, Your Highness Hugh should know the answer yourself!"
Natsuya took another sip of tea, a malicious smile appearing on her face. Because, even from a distance, the sounds of arguing could still be clearly heard.
"—This is Master's scent! Master's semen! Master is doing something really pleasurable with Sister, isn't he? Move aside! Yayoi wants to serve Master too!"
"—Hoo hoo hoo hoo...that won't do! Hugh is currently tuning with Tomoe-sama and Natsuya-sama! Listen carefully—did Hugh just hum? That means Hugh is about to ejaculate!"
"—That's right, Lord Hugh seems harder than usual!"
"—I can't hear you! Move aside!"
"—Clang! Ring ring ring..."
"—So, Kanade has finished tuning with Hugh, and Hugh has sucked out all of Kanade's breast milk. There's none for you. Just watch from there, biting your fingers, little Yayoi." "
—Fresh, unadjusted breast milk. I really want Lord Hugh to continue tasting it!"
"Wh...what?" "
—I forgot to mention, Kanade also drank Hugh's white milk, lots and lots of it!"
"—Hehehehehehe...it's so delicious!"
"—You...you actually did something that makes me so envious! No, you actually did lewd things with Master, unforgivable!"
—"Clang! Ring ring ring..."
—"Hmph hmph, la la la~~"
—"Ah!"
—"Otoha-san, can I ask you something?"
—"If it's about the size of Hugh's penis, Kanade can't say that~~"
—"Ugh...I feel so hot...I keep thinking about Lord Hugh...ah!"
—"Mmm...Emino-san, be quiet. I want to ask Otoha-san, how do you play the Kagura bell sound on the piano?"
—"That's a secret (melody)."
—"Ah! Kanade-san, you're so cunning!"
—"Emino, when did you approach Lord Hugh!? In that case, I also..."
—"If possible, I'd also like to ask Hugh to taste breast milk, ah (asterisk)."
"—Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! You're showing off, showing off, aren't you!?"
The conversation clearly reached Hugh's ears, making his face grow paler and paler. It meant that everything he and the shrine maidens did today had been heard directly by Yayoi.
It was definitely intentional...
In short, judging from the sound of clashing weapons and the melodious singing, Yayoi was probably not far away, and she must be furious!
Sensing the impending danger, Hugh ignored the fact that Ba was still serving him, his penis tightly gripped by her breasts, and pushed himself up onto the wooden floor with both hands, preparing to get up.
Just as he thought that—
"Whoaaaaah! W-what's going on? I can't move my legs!"
"Ugh! Cough...cough...Master...cough..."
"I...I'm sorry, Ba, are you alright?"
"No...I'm fine...I actually wish Master would do this (melody)"
"..."
Hugh discovered that he could move his upper body, but his legs were completely immobile, as if glued to the floor. Because of this movement, Hugh's body couldn't brake in time, and his penis thrust forward, directly piercing Ba's throat. The glans could clearly feel the soft touch of her throat.
Although he had just coughed several times, Ba immediately recovered and took the glans into her mouth again, swirling it around, indeed stimulating her master's sensitive weak point.
However, what Hugh felt was strange was that Ba's service at this moment was completely different from before.
If her service from morning until now had been to satisfy her own desires and pursue the white fluid, now Ba had changed her strategy. Although she still held his penis in her mouth and was indeed attacking, she immediately relaxed her pressure whenever his penis began to tremble.
Clearly, Ba did not intend to let him ejaculate.
For Ba, who knew her master's weakness well, she knew how to make him ejaculate in her mouth. By the same token, she could also prevent him from ejaculating.
"One minute and thirty seconds left, Your Highness Hugh." Nadoya did not look at Hugh and Ba, but just kept drinking tea.
To Hugh, the sound was like a death knell. Coupled with the clattering noises outside, Yayoi was already fighting the guard priestess and would soon burst in!
Once overpowered by Yayoi, he wouldn't be able to resist in his current state…
Seeing the cheerful smile on Tomoe's face, Hugh knew she thought the same thing.
“Tomoe…” “
I didn't!”
“I haven't said anything yet!”
“Hmm… you trying to trick me into saying something? I won't fall for Master's tricks!”
“No, I just wanted to ask…”
“Pull...pull...pull...pull...sisters serving their master together...I never had such thoughts!”
“You’re just admitting it yourself!?”
No wonder Natoya had been keeping him occupied all day, and even Tomoe, who always disliked the temple, had unusually lingered here for so long—this was clearly a premeditated crime! Moreover, Hugh could only look down at Tomoe, unable to look up, because there were five other pairs of breasts waiting in front of him, their nipples already oozing breast milk, just waiting for Hugh to open his mouth and suckle.
However, without permission, the priestesses dared not casually approach the master of the Great Priestess, Tsukiyano Tomoe. They could only hold their breasts, watching Tomoe greedily savor the penis, while they could only swallow their saliva on the side.
Natoya sighed softly, was it regret for the priestesses’ trembling fear? Or contempt for Hugh’s stubborn personality? Perhaps both!

(Chapter 2) Deviating from the Blade of Light (4)

"Don't you want to make a contract with Yayoi, Princess Hugh?"
"Absolutely not."
"Then, how about drinking breast milk other than that of Tomoe?"
"That doesn't seem quite right either~"
"What if I were to make love to you?"
"(laughs)"
"You don't even have a retort!? Damn it, I'm so angry! Wakana!" Natsuya turned her anger towards the other priestesses and called out their names directly.
"Yes...yes!" The priestess whose name was called immediately turned around and straightened her back in response, her breasts bobbing as she did so, spilling breast milk onto the wooden corridor.
She was the priestess with the largest breasts among the five priestesses, and she also had the attribute of breast milk. Compared to Tomoe, she was only slightly smaller. During the Kagura dance just now, she stood in the middle and led the priestesses in dancing the Kagura dance, consuming the most mental energy and producing the most breast milk, her body exuding a distinct breast milk scent.
"What are you still doing! Breast milk is dripping all over your skirt! Hurry up and let Prince Hugh drink it, don't waste it! This is a great opportunity to increase your spiritual power!"
"But...but, Lady Ba is..."
"What do you care what Ba is doing? It's not her who's going to drink breast milk! She's already exposed her breasts, what's there to be shy about?"
"..."
"Just stick your nipple on it and put it in Hugh's mouth, understand?"
"No, I don't want to drink it..."
"Shut up, Prince Hugh! Since you don't want to do it with me, then drink all of your classmate's breast milk! Don't leave any!"
Natsuya, who looks completely like a loli, kept shouting "breast milk" and "nipple," which looked really strange. However, when she put on a stern face, a heavy pressure that was completely opposite to her figure immediately emanated from her, and Hugh had to shut his mouth.
Wakana shook the ponytail behind her head, first looked at Ba, and then her gaze shifted to Hugh, who was refusing with his eyes. Swallowing hard, her face flushed crimson. Being breastfed by a classmate was still incredibly embarrassing. However, having just danced the entire Kagura dance, her breasts were swollen and the subtle stimulation from her nipples relentlessly tormented her remaining rationality. Letting
Hugh drink her breast milk… this wasn't the first time. Remembering the feeling of her nipples being suckled before, this became the final blow to her reason.
Having made up her mind, she took a few steps forward, grabbed Hugh's neck, and turned him ninety degrees.
“Hugh!”
“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! My neck!”
*Smack!
* Ugh, that annoying sound.
But…
after forcing Hugh to face her, Wakana immediately cupped her left breast and shoved her nipple into Hugh's mouth. "Eee-yaaaaaah! Ya...ah...ah..."
"What...mmm! Mmm~~"
The sensation of breast milk being sucked out made Wakana let out a rather sharp cry, her body trembling. White milk also spurted from her right nipple, which wasn't being sucked, spraying onto the corridor and onto Ba's chest, even making his penis a snow-white mess.
Was it because she was wearing a shrine maiden outfit? Or was it because her juniors were staring at her? Wakana felt that this time the feeling was much stronger than before, and her already red face was now almost steaming.
The other four shrine maidens...Wakana's direct juniors, should this be considered a successful or unsuccessful education? Not one of them looked away, all staring wide-eyed at their senior being breastfed.
Their shrine maiden outfits were also undone, their chests and shoulders completely exposed, white milk droplets dripping from the tips of their breasts, emitting a delicious color in the sunlight, and a faint pheromone fragrance.
“Ah…ah…Shu…Shui…drink more…ah…I feel…I feel something…ah…being sucked out…it feels so good…”
“Mmm…mmm…mmm…glug…glug…”
“Shui…my breast milk…is it good? Ah…ah…ah…”
“Mmm…glug…glug…”
“I hate it…Shui, this feeling…is so cute…”
Wakana wrapped one arm around the back of Shui’s head and pressed her breast against his chest with the other, making it easier for him to drink her breast milk. Her face flushed, Wakana looked at the man suckling her breast milk against her chest with a loving expression, her fingers gently stroking his hair, feeling as if she were looking at a beloved person. Breast
milk flowed into Shui’s mouth one after another, the feeling of her nipples being sucked hard, the intense pleasure stimulating her mammary glands, her chest burning hot, making Wakana’s steps a little awkward. However, the hand holding Hugh's head held him firmly, and somehow, as the breast milk continued to be suckled, Wakana felt her strength gradually returning, no longer feeling the fatigue she had felt after the Kagura dance.
Now that she was in good spirits, Wakana naturally hugged Hugh tighter, immersing herself in the pleasure of having her breasts tasted. Her expression slowly changed from shyness to bliss.
The other four shrine maidens, seeing their senior's obvious change, their chests swelling and feeling uncomfortable, were incredibly envious, sucking their fingers and staring intently at the highly sensual scene before them.
Seeing this, Natoya nodded with satisfaction, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
As for Ba? Even though she had reduced the intensity of her service, her master's penis remained as hard as ever, indicating that his attention had been diverted to Wakana.
However, she felt no unhappiness; on the contrary, she was even happier, since this was exactly what she had wanted, and Wakana's breast milk was quite effective.
—"One minute left, Your Highness Hugh."
The words spoken quietly by that night caused a significant reaction from Hugh. Ba
felt the penis not only begin to throb but also begin to thrust back and forth, with pre-ejaculate constantly flowing from the glans, clearly indicating an eagerness to ejaculate. At this moment, Ba cupped her breasts, rubbing the penis with her soft fat. Breast milk flowed from her pink nipples, making the penis wet and slippery, facilitating easier entry and exit.
From morning until afternoon, Ba had been pressed against Hugh's crotch, continuously shaking her massive breasts. Although she hadn't lost much energy, the pleasure had been steadily building. Her originally snow-white breasts now had a faint cherry blossom pink hue.
The breast milk flowing into her cleavage was like soaking the penis in warm breast milk, making it warm and slippery, and causing the penis to swell.
Watching her master's penis enter and exit her breasts, Ba felt immense happiness. She aimed her tongue at the glans protruding from the cleavage and began to swirl and circle it again. At the same time, his gaze drifted upwards, not to observe his master's reaction, but to watch Wakana being breastfed.
"Hmm... Hmm... Wakana-kun?"
"Hehe...ya...ah...it feels so good...ee...eeyaah! Ba...Ba-sama!?"
Wakana, her face flushed but unable to hide her joy as she watched the man suckle at her breast, was startled by Ba's sudden shout.
Feeling slightly off balance, to prevent Hugh from leaving, Wakana quickly wrapped her arms around his head, pressing it against her breasts. After all, Wakana was a Kagura shrine maiden, much stronger than the average girl, making it difficult for her to break free. Only
after confirming that Hugh was still against her chest, his face buried in her breast, and continuing to suckle, did Wakana breathe a sigh of relief and look down at Ba.
"You startled me... Is something the matter, Master Tomoe?"
"I said..."
"Yes?"
"You only let Master suckle one nipple? Don't you want Master to suckle both nipples at the same time?"
"Huh!? Is...is that alright?"
"The pleasure of Master suckling both nipples at the same time is several times greater than it is now!"
"Really...really!?"
"And, it will feel so good that you'll feel like your whole body is melting!"
"Melting...melting..."
"And Master really likes the taste of your breast milk, he won't let go of Wakana's nipples, Master is willing to drink as much breast milk as there is. Letting Master drink breast milk right after the Kagura dance is the most effective, you should have felt your strength gradually recovering, right?"
"Yes...yes...I feel like a new power is being generated in my body..."
"If this continues, perhaps you will really melt...melt together with Master!"
"Th...what do you mean?"
"Hehe...it's about doing some really erotic things with Master...and going even further, the comfort level is unimaginable! Master will also reveal his true nature, pushing you down and making you scream 'Ahhh!' nonstop!"
"...(swallows saliva)"
"But the premise is that Master has to suckle both nipples at the same time! Wakana, are you willing to let Master drink more? Are you willing to offer all your breast milk to Master?"
"Yes...yes! I'd be happy to!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Wakana immediately cupped her right breast and put the nipple to Hugh's mouth. Hugh didn't resist, taking the nipple into his mouth in one bite, sucking on both nipples at the same time, doubling the amount of breast milk, and drinking it down continuously with a "glug glug" sound.
No, it should be said that even if he loudly rejected Ba's suggestion in his heart, when Wakana's nipple was offered, his instinct would drive him to pursue breast milk.
The sad male instinct, the pursuit of breasts is innate.
Her mouth was full of breast milk. With the nipple inside, her Adam's apple bobbed repeatedly as she sucked out the milk and swallowed it immediately, inhaling the sweet fragrance of a young girl's breast milk.
After several intense sucks, Wakana's breasts, like Tomoe's, turned a pale cherry blossom pink. The two originally full and heavy breasts, with the nipples pulled by her lips, became long, cone-shaped.
"Ah...ah...so good...Hugh...drink more..."
"Mmm...glug...glug..."
To restore his strength to ejaculate, Hugh drank large gulps of Wakana's breast milk. However, the biggest problem wasn't with him, but with Tomoe.
On the surface, Tomoe was tightly gripping his penis, even her mouth holding the glans, but Hugh, who had been served by her countless times, knew something was amiss.
"Hmm...hmm...hehe...almost there..."
From the subtle reactions of his penis, Tomoe could tell if it was about to ejaculate, adjusting the intensity of her service to prevent Hugh from ejaculating.
Hugh's gaze shifted from Wakana's breasts, stealing a glance at Tomoe. Unlike his usual infatuated expression during service, Tomoe's eyes were remarkably clear, and he was straining to hear the sounds of fighting outside.
...He was keeping an eye on his sister, wondering where she had wandered off to.
Tomoe had told Hugh countless times, "I hope Master will form a contract with Yayoi," and she didn't just say it; she often set traps for Hugh, nearly getting herself into Yayoi's arms several times.
--"If possible, I have several more sisters...but the one most suitable for Master to form a contract with right now is Yayoi! Of course, if Master has a lolicon streak, I wouldn't mind!" "--"I mind! What do you take me for! Do you think I'm a sponge, that I have to accept anyone who comes to me?"
--"If Master is willing to do that, I'll be even happier! Sisters serving Master together, what a wonderful scene that would be!" "—'Don't make it sound like I've already accepted it! What's going on in your head?'
—'I'm thinking about Master's corpus cavernosum all the time, single-mindedly! That's my loyalty to Master!'—'...I admit I was wrong, I shouldn't have brought this up.' As the master, how could Hugh not know what Tomoe was thinking? However, if Yayoi really pushed him down at this moment, he would feel that some of the principles he held in his life would vanish. But, while Hugh was thinking, Tomoe cupped her enormous breasts, which were too big for his hands to hold, and began to rub them against his penis, using the soft, smooth touch to torment her master. With
Wakana's young breasts pressed against his face and Tomoe's super-sized breasts between his legs, his penis trembled slightly again, releasing a large amount of pre-ejaculate. Tomoe immediately stuck out her tongue and licked it clean, then gently took the glans into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the inside, not letting go of any possible drop of fluid. Then, sensing that the penis might ejaculate, Ba opened her mouth again, only using her breasts to clamp it, fixing it to her chest. The glans gleamed, and a few thin strands of clear saliva extended to her red lips, adding to Ba's filthy appearance.
After tormenting her like this several times, Hugh naturally understood Ba's intentions, so he looked down and glared at her fiercely. However, Ba wasn't afraid. After all, there were several priestesses, plus Natoya to back her up, so she wasn't worried that her master would take the opportunity to run away. Therefore, her black eyes rolled upwards, sending a signal to her master.
-- "Master, what's wrong?"
This was the secret communication signal between the master and the priestesses.
Hugh, with his face buried in Wakana's chest, could only move his eyes to reply.
-- 'You're asking me what's wrong! Hurry up and make me ejaculate!' -- 'I'm trying my best! My mind is full of Master's penis!' To verify her words, Ba even stuck out her tongue and licked the penis.
-- 'Don't joke around! This isn't how you usually serve!' 'Master, are you going to just penetrate me directly?' 'You want to kill me! I don't have much stamina left!' 'Master, you really don't want to make a contract with Yayoi?' 'How many times have I told you! You're enough for me!' 'Oh my! Master is so bold!' 'Anything is fine! Just let me cum already!' 'In that case, shouldn't Master show some reaction?'
'Sigh…'
Hugh was no longer looking at Ba. Even without facing her directly, he knew Ba's expression must be quite sinister.
'I understand, you can choose a place yourself later!' 'As expected of Master! But…' 'What is it now?' 'Master, you wouldn't just try to get rid of me once, would you? It would be better if Master made a contract with his sister, Yayoi would be very happy.' 'I don't think so! Facing the cute Ba, once is not enough, at least twice!' 'Master's smile is so stiff! Don't force yourself.' "—You're mistaken. I should say my face is buried in Wakana's chest, you'd better be able to see it!" "Thirty seconds left, Your Highness Hugh, prepare to make a contract with Yayoi! Shall I make the bed first?"
~~ ...
As Hugh and Tomoe were haggling, Natsuya's voice rang out.
Tomoe's smile grew even brighter.
"But only twice... twice and you expect me to betray Yayoi... how can I, as her older sister, bear to do this..." "You bastard! Remember this! Three times at most! No more!" "Even in full view of everyone? Even in a meeting at the military camp, would Master still be willing to penetrate me?" "As long as we're not discovered, you can say whatever you want!" "When we're doing it, will you command me?" "Besides commands, you can have whatever position you want!" "So, what should Master say now?" "
—'You don't even let this opportunity pass you by!'—'Come on, hurry up, Master, tell me! Or do you really want to...'—'I know! I know! Let me cum! That's an order!'—'Where should I cum, Master (heart)'—'...I want to cum in Tomoe's mouth! Drink it all up!'—'Yes, my dearest Master (heart)' Incidentally, even though they only communicated with their eyes, Hugh and Tomoe's entire exchange took less than ten seconds, which is quite astonishing.
There were still twenty seconds left, which was more than enough time for Tomoe, whose service skills were already maxed out."

(Chapter Two) Deviating from the Blade of Light (5. End)

Originally, she was only gently rubbing her breasts, but now her hands squeezed the flesh from both sides towards the center, making the breasts slightly oval. The pressure increased, completely burying the penis, leaving only the trembling glans exposed.
Having confirmed that she had captured the penis, Ba wrapped her arms around her breasts, as if embracing her master's body, to increase the pressure. Only a large-breasted girl could make such a move.
Ba narrowed her eyes, staring at the penis, an expression of ecstasy on her face. Her master's command had given her a sense of fulfillment… Whether it counted as forcing her master was another matter.
“Gurgle… Ugh, ugh… gurgle…”
"Hehe... Don't worry, before the countdown ends, Ba will make Master ejaculate... Ha~~ Ham, chuw... Huhu, lulu..."
Holding the penis in her mouth and gently sucking, 'Next, I'll serve Master with all my might (heart),' Ba winked at Hugh, a confident smile appearing on her face.
Ba combed her hair back, her tongue beginning to circle the glans, stimulating the urethra with the tip and the surface of the shaft with the coating. The slightly rough sensation sent an electric shock through the already hard penis.
The soft, fleshy breasts... Two-thirds of the penis was buried inside, even the blood vessels were surrounded, blood rushed to it, and pleasure spread from the lower body throughout the body.
Ba, immersed in a state of service, tightly held the tip of the penis, which had finally managed to peek out from her cleavage, into her mouth, her nose almost touching her breast. From the front, the penis was completely invisible.
The penis continued to harden; it had been continuously squeezed from morning till night, yet showed no signs of fatigue. It stood erect, angled along the cleavage, and entered Ba's mouth, trembling slightly, indicating that it was almost ready.
"Mmm, Master's scent...it's intoxicating...twitch, twitch...hah, umm..."
The beautiful shrine maiden's long black hair bounced up and down with the rhythm of her head movements. Because she was kneeling in service, strands of hair drifted down the corridor, stained with some breast milk, exuding a maternal scent.
Ba wrapped her tongue around the penis, but the tip of her tongue never left the glans, swallowing the pre-ejaculate and her own breast milk. Unlike before, when she simply enjoyed serving her master, now Ba... She took his penis into her soft lips, her sticky oral mucosa coating the surface. Each breath she exhaled landed directly on the glans, the scent of fresh breast milk combined with her beautiful breath like a series of punches, assaulting Hugh's remaining rationality.
Ba cupped her large, watermelon-like breasts in her hands, pressing them against Hugh's thighs to hold them in place. Her cleavage gripped his penis tightly, offering a soft, smooth sensation.
Moreover, Ba pinched her own nipples, rubbing them up and down against his shaft. By the rhythm of the hot object pulsating within her cleavage, she could tell what her master was doing. The erect nipples, a sensitive area, are directly stimulated by friction.
Each nipple friction causes freshly secreted breast milk to spray out, staining the pink areolas a snowy white, still warm. The milk splashes directly onto the penis, flowing down the breast peaks and accumulating in the cleavage, forming a sweet, warm puddle, keeping the penis constantly immersed in breast milk.
The stimulation of the breasts and breast milk alone brings the penis close to ejaculation; the penis still relentlessly attacks the urethral opening, urging the fluid inside to come out quickly.
The flesh buried within the breast... The penis, with several blue veins showing on its surface, became even hotter than the skin of her chest, and the glans oozed a large amount of pre-ejaculate, making the shrine maiden look intoxicated.
Above the shrine maiden, Wakana, holding Hugh's head to her chest, looked at the great shrine maiden with an envious expression—though she couldn't see his face, only his jet-black hair and white breasts.
After all, even though Wakana had let Hugh suckle her breast milk before, she had never touched a penis. Hugh would always hold the line, not even allowing her to sneak up on him in the morning.
"B-B-Lord Ba, you didn't play the Kagura dance, but you have quite a lot of breast milk..."
"Hehehe, did you notice? Because I serve my master every day and drink a lot of my master's semen~~~~~ (melody) And... um~~~ phew, even these juices are delicious (heart)"
"Ugh... I, I've never licked them..."
"Oh dear, since my master is already drinking your breast milk, you should be careful."
"Careful?" "
You'll know in a minute (melody)"
"Wh-what? Ah, ah! Why is Hugh suddenly... Ugh... Ah, sucking so hard, ah... My nipples are so numb..."
"Hmm, gulp, hmm... clump~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
Hugh bit both nipples at once, and Wakana's perfect body writhed in agony.
Originally, it was just gentle sucking, but now loud sounds came from Hugh's mouth. After all, he had said that he had to drink all of Wakana's breast milk before he could leave, and with little time left, he could only drink faster. The nipples disappeared into Hugh's mouth, and not a drop of breast milk was left. The smooth texture slid down his esophagus, and the aroma filled his
nostrils. It seemed that even his head was filled with sweetness, making Hugh enjoy it even more.
While the breast milk from the nipple was far less concentrated, its virginal fragrance was a rare treat. Plus, it wasn't heavy at all, so you wouldn't get tired of drinking it.
*Plop!* *Plop, plop...plop, plop!
* Hugh sucked hard on the nipple, his hands working tirelessly, kneading the breast like milking a cow, rubbing the flesh to squeeze out the remaining essence. Fresh breast milk immediately sprayed into his mouth.
"Ah, ah... Ahhh... Hugh, Hugh... I feel... my body is so hot... so numb..."
Because of the Kagura dance she had just performed, and the man's touch on her chest while she drank from it, her breast milk was much more abundant than usual. The beautiful girl's long, light blue hair swayed and flowed wildly across her shrine maiden outfit, dancing with her movements.
If you looked closely, her breasts seemed to have swelled up; her originally pointed, cone-shaped breasts had become heavy, hemispherical shapes from the breast milk, and with just a gentle suck, delicious juice would flow out.
Her nipples were being sucked wantonly, and the intense pleasure made Wakana stick her tongue out of her mouth, saliva constantly flowing from her mouth, and tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, displaying a completely different, lewd posture from when she was performing the Kagura dance.
"Ah...no, no...if you're going to rub my breasts now...uh, uh..."
Hugh, besides sucking on her nipple, cupped her heavy breasts from below with both hands, kneading them with practiced movements, like squeezing dough.
The kneading of her breasts sent waves of pleasure through her body. Wakana squeezed her legs together, rubbing them together. As breast milk flowed into Hugh's mouth, she felt her strength waning. She could only hold onto Hugh's head tightly to avoid losing her balance and falling.
Wakana pressed Hugh's head completely into her chest, her breasts still gripping tightly, trapping his penis. This double attack from above and below brought Hugh to the peak of his excitement for the day.
"Glug glug, mmm... Ba!"
"Mmm! Mmm, tug~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
"Ah, ahhhh... no, I can't take it anymore... breast milk, breast milk is coming out again!!"
Upon receiving her master's instruction, Ba immediately took the entire glans into her mouth, her breasts clamping tightly shut, preventing the penis from moving around. Her inner instinct to serve locked onto the penis that was about to ejaculate.
Wakana felt her body trembling, waves of pain appearing in her breasts and her untouched private parts, tears welling in her eyes. This overwhelming pleasure seemed to leave her somewhat bewildered.
The penis was melting with pleasure, the double breast milk of the beautiful woman and the young girl filling Hugh's mind with nothing but breasts, making it impossible for him to think.
Unconsciously, Hugh arched his back slightly, and Ba naturally didn't miss the opportunity, gently nibbling at the glans in her mouth with her upper and lower teeth.
Plop, plop... plop plop~~~~~! Plop, plop plop~~~~~~~~~!
"Shut up, shut up... shut up~~~~~! shut up, shut up~~~~~~~~!"
Two different liquids erupted simultaneously.
Wakana frowned, pleasure exploding in her chest, making it impossible for her to close her mouth, exhaling sweet breaths, her body arching back like a fully drawn bowstring, her chest thrusting upwards. The
beautiful girl reached her climax, several lightning bolts flashing through her brain, her tongue breaking through her teeth and sticking out of her lips, many saliva forming a thin thread, flowing from the tip of her tongue to her nipples. Her
originally distressed expression instantly turned into a lustful face, her full breasts throbbing, and her pink nipples, already hard to the limit, shot out the last wave of breast milk.
"Aaaaaah! No, no! My, my breasts are numb! Ah... breast milk! If Xiu, Xiu sucks like this... I, I will..." Her
round breasts were tightly grasped, her beautiful body trembling with joy, and all the remaining breast milk flowed into Xiu's mouth during this opportunity. This time, the amount was greater than before, and a rich fragrance wafted from her two mounds of breasts. Wakana was so excited that she tilted her head back, her eyes wide open, and her tongue lolling out, enduring an unimaginable surge of pleasure.
It was probably the first time the younger girls had ever seen Wakana climax. They looked quite surprised, but their faces were also flushed
. Watching their senior climax and ejaculate, they imagined the pleasure and kept swallowing. If you looked closely, you could see that their areolas were also oozing milk droplets, rolling down their breasts, and there were puddles of water around their feet. Some of the bolder girls couldn't help but reach out and knead their own breasts, their palms full of breast milk.
"Mmm... Master is going to cum (heart) Even if it's in Tomoe's mouth... Oh (heart)"
Tomoe's tongue moved faster, and his chest squeezed hard. As he licked the penis, he knew from the rapidly rising temperature that his master was about to give him his fluids.
He cupped her breasts, burying his fingers completely in the soft flesh, kneading them clockwise with his right hand and clockwise with his left, using all the luxurious fat to push against his penis.
*Plop! Plop plop plop... Plop plop plop, plop plop plop!! Plop~~~~~~~~!!
Plop, plop, plop plop... plop plop, plop plop...
* The glans in his mouth swelled, and after a few trembles, his penis ejaculated.
At the same time, his magnificent breasts followed his rhythm, gushing out breast milk with an even more forceful flow than Wakana's. Despite serving him all day, the amount of breast milk hadn't decreased at all.
"Glug, glug... This, this time there's so much... Mmm, glug glug~~~~"
His voice rose high, letting his master release his pent-up desire in his mouth, his lips never relaxing, his cheeks soon bulging with semen.
As her master ejaculated into her mouth, Ba's hands roughly kneaded her breasts, which were enormous beyond normal size. Milk gushed from the pink peaks, its fragrance even stronger than Wakana's.
The shrine maiden shook her breasts vigorously, the soft touch continuing to assault his penis. A large amount of white fluid surged from the base and entered Ba's mouth.
Ba's lips were tightly locked until she was sure Hugh had finished ejaculating, then she swallowed it slowly in small sips.
The semen had barely passed down her esophagus when Ba felt a dazed expression, like encountering rain in the desert. Once in her stomach, her whole body trembled slightly, and even more milk sprayed from her breasts—she must have orgasmed too.
The overwhelmingly strong, fishy smell now filled her nostrils; Ba felt her entire body was permeated with her master's scent.
The mucus clung to his esophagus, requiring some effort to swallow. Only after swallowing all the semen did Tomohisa finally breathe a sigh of relief and open his mouth, a few thin white strands still clinging between his upper and lower teeth.
Seeing the reactions of the three, Natoya picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down with a somewhat resentful expression.
—Tsk.
He narrowed his eyes, and one could almost hear the sound of his tongue clicking.
“Your Highness, three minutes are up. You've passed.”
An agreement is an agreement, and Natoya was quite reasonable in this regard.
Only the loli-looking shrine maiden remained unaffected, her expression perfectly normal, even more composed.
“Huff…huff…um, um-ha…ha-ah…”
After performing a Kagura dance, Wakana's stamina was already noticeably depleted, and her nipples, after being sucked, had become red and swollen, resembling a pair of tiny baby bottles.
Although all the breast milk had been drained, the nipple still emitted a delicious aroma. Wakana felt her entire chest burning hot, and a tingling sensation emanated from her mammary glands, making it impossible for her to close her mouth, with saliva constantly dribbling from the corners of her mouth.
The intense pleasure caused her legs to give way, her knees buckling and kneeling on the floor, her breasts swaying heavily with her disordered breathing. "Luckily, there was still time..."
After confirming that Wakana's breast milk had stopped flowing, Xiu released the nipple, freeing himself from the soft, white flesh, and gasped for fresh air.
His waist trembled, but the two breasts below still refused to let go. Xiu subconsciously glanced towards the sensitive area, only to see a smiling face.
"Master, I want to drink again~~~~~ (heart)"
A blissful smile appeared on Ba's face as he faced the glans that had finally emerged from between the soft cleavage, his eyes filled with lewdness, his hands cupping the breasts and continuing to squeeze them together.
The shrine maiden swayed her breasts, the finest in both quality and quantity, saliva dripping from her tongue, making her glans perpetually glisten.
Below her, Tomoe, brimming with a sense of accomplishment and a blissful smile, stood before her, her full breasts exposed, head slightly tilted, her face flushed red to her neck. As Hugh was still pondering what to say, his gaze suddenly drifted towards the Taira family's front door.
Indeed, the previously loud and jarring sounds of battle outside had silently vanished.
When Hugh's eyes fell upon the two heavy wooden doors—
"—This smells like Master's semen! Master is right here! Drink it!"
*Crack! Crack!*
Long, sharp, crisscrossing cracks appeared out of nowhere on the wooden door, clearly not naturally formed.
Hugh had a very bad feeling.
Damn, with such a keen sense of smell, are you a bitch chasing after Master's stick?!
Then—
bang, bang! Crash!
The two heavy wooden doors shattered into four pieces, flying out at high speed and smashing into two rooms in their path.
Hugh was stunned for a moment, then a very familiar face appeared in his vision—the girl in the shrine maiden's outfit who gave him so much trouble.
"Master~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~! Yayoi hasn't seen you for days~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~! Yayoi will serve Master~~~~~~~~~~!"
Hugh saw the Doppler effect text—no, he should say he felt he saw it—because a girl with long, fiery red hair, wielding a small katana in each hand, charged towards him with gleaming eyes. Yayoi
's aura was like that of a predatory beast encountering its prey. Ignoring the fact that this was the Taira clan's forbidden territory, she slashed at the gate twice with her sword and kicked it open, storming into Taira territory.
Whether it was intentional on Naya's part or not, the Taira clan's archenemy, the shrine maiden of the Tsukiyo family, had even stormed into the forbidden area, yet it was as if the city was empty, with not a single shrine maiden present.
Outside, only Otoha Kanade and Emino Mashiro were responsible for holding off Yayoi. But facing Yayoi, whose mind was filled with the desire to serve her master upon smelling his semen, and whose various abilities increased by 50%, holding her off for three minutes was already quite a good performance.
...They shouldn't have gone easy on her, right? Yayoi's shrine maiden outfit had scorch marks all over it, indicating that she must have been in a fierce battle.
But how did Yayoi know that she was at the Taira's house today? She should have been taking an exam...
"Hehehe...hehehehe...Yayoi's master...Yayoi must make love with her master today..."
How terrifying! Judging from the gleam in Yayoi's eyes, she had even entered some kind of forbidden state!
"Whoa! I don't want to!"
Hugh didn't have time to think much. His legs, which had been pressed down by Tomoe's breasts all day, immediately moved and stood up.
"Huh!? M-Master, what are you doing?!"
"What are you doing? Get out of here! We have a mission!"
"Huh!? I still want to serve Master~~~~"
"Serve my foot! If you don't leave now, all the conditions we agreed on will be void!"
"How can I~~~~ Being penetrated by Master is the meaning of my day."
That's the kind of lewd meaning to his existence.
Anyway, Hugh didn't even have time to put on his pants before grabbing Ba, who refused to put on his clothes, and ran away in three steps.
At the same time—
"Your Highness Hugh, don't forget this."
"Oh! Just follow the instructions in the letter!"
"That's right, please 'make sure' to follow the instructions."
"Your reminder only makes me more uneasy... Waaaaaah! There's no time!"
"The horses are tied at the back door, and the map is ready."
"Thanks!"
Nadoya took out a black envelope, and Hugh took it and ran towards the back door.
Even with Ba in his arms, he disappeared in an instant.
Tomoe hadn't even finished putting on her shrine maiden outfit, leaving a trail of breast milk on the ground.
"Master~~~~~~ Don't leave Yayoi behind! Yayoi wants to go with you~~~~~~~~~!" (Doppler effect)
Huh!
The shrine maidens around Natoya only saw a red shadow flash past.
It was the persistent Yayoi, continuing to chase after Hugh's retreating figure, but her voice sounded very unwilling; it seemed she couldn't catch up.
Looking in the direction Hugh, Tomoe, and Yayoi had gone, Natoya twirled his teacup and spoke.
"Wakana."
"Yes, yes, Your Highness!"
"Have you finished preparing what I asked you to do?"
"Yes, I have already reported to the headmistress, and she will fully cooperate."
"Very good. For the next school year, you will be His Highness Hugh's classmate. You should know what to do, right?"
"...(swallows saliva)"
"You must really like Hugh, right? And you even performed a Kagura dance with him."
"Yes... I remember the feeling very clearly."
"Hehe, don't forget this feeling today. I'm really looking forward to it."
"As a Kagura priestess, my abilities are not yet mature enough, but I will try my best!"
"That's not what I meant... I meant the feeling of letting His Highness drink breast milk."
"Hmm... It's really, really comfortable..."
"However, you need to train even harder, because Kanade and Mashiro have also let Hugh drink breast milk. They must feel the same way you do. There are many competitors, Wakana."
"To become Hugh's woman... I will do anything! This is also to repay him!"
After some time, Hugh successfully escaped Yayoi's pursuit.
Leaving the Heike territory, he rode on horseback with Tomoe.
Tomoe didn't know what she was planning; she just looked ecstatic, sitting in front of Hugh and resting her head on his shoulder.
Although she didn't let Hugh rub her breasts, Tomoe seemed quite satisfied, resting obediently in her master's arms.
At this moment, Hugh was finally able to catch his breath and opened the black envelope to check its contents.
Then—
"What the hell is this?!!!!!"

(Chapter 3) Kagura Dance = Breast Milk (1)

After nearly a whole day and countless amounts of semen, Hugh finally got the black envelope and prepared to carry out the mission according to the instructions inside.
Although it took longer than expected, he was a member of the Shinagata religion, and carrying out the mission was his duty.
...Although it took a lot of effort to get the envelope each time, and he was subjected to the shrine maiden's breast attack every time, at least he did not lose his last line of defense and successfully maintained his principles.
It's so good to have brought Tomoe along...
Even though the Tsukiyo and Taira families are sworn enemies, Tomoe still resolutely followed me into the forbidden Taira territory. The dark, misty feeling in my heart was calmed down thanks to the priestess's power.
No, something doesn't seem right. All the semen was given to Tomoe. By coming along to visit the Taira family, she got more semen than usual. Could she be after that...? Probably not...
"Ahhh... M-Master... Ahhh... Mmm... It's so deep..."
It's said that those who undertake this task don't live long. Dozens of them have died, and their fates were all quite tragic.
But to be honest, Hugh didn't find it annoying. He even liked this kind of task, so when he was asked to participate, he agreed almost without hesitation.
The sunlight shone down, the spring sunshine warm and comforting against his skin.
Hugh replayed the mission's objective in his mind. Although he had lived in darkness for so long, compared to the damp, gloomy environment, basking in the sun brought him a sense of peace.
To establish a nation where humanity and all races could coexist—it was for this goal that he had fought relentlessly, his hands stained with blood, yet he had never regretted his decision.
Inevitably, he occasionally fell into a trance… that pleasure derived from flesh and blood, was he addicted to it…? It was a feeling he was once most familiar with…
However, compared to his past recklessness, Hugh now had family by his side, people who could share his pain, people who were willing to accept everything about him.
"Ah, ah… Master, rub it a few more times… rub Ba's breasts a few more times… umm, um… my womb… I can feel Master…"
Under the bright sunshine, in the western part of the Mainferu Kingdom, Hugh and Tsukiyonoba rode their horses along the Gurul Road.
The Gurul Road was the only road leading to the western kingdoms.
To the north of the Kingdom of Mainferu lies the treacherous Igulo Mountains, to the east a vast, barren desert, and to the south a boundless inland sea—a natural barrier. The
only way to attack Mainferu is through the Gurul Road, the sole entrance and exit.
The Mainferu Kingdom's knights and the combined forces of the Cult of God are currently locked in a standoff with the armies of a major western power, engaging in several small-scale battles at the fortress of Garushak.
Casualties on both sides are low; it's less of a battle and more of a reconnaissance operation gathering intelligence. After all, the Kingdom of Mainferu has repelled six attacks from western powers in the past three years.
The mission must be carried out, so the horses carrying the two gallop at full speed, kicking up a cloud of dust. However, Hughie secretly hopes to reach their destination as slowly as possible.
“Ahhh… nipples… if I pull like this… breast milk will come out… mmm, ahhh…”
The Gluno Road leads to the royal capital, Milus, and Edo, the headquarters of the Shinna religion. Merchants and travelers from all over the world naturally use this important road.
In addition to road repairs, stone slabs have been laid to facilitate the rapid passage of carriages.
There are villages along the Gluno Road. After all, the rivers originating from the Iguno Mountains flow through Mainferu, and the country's policy of coexistence with various races has attracted many new residents.
Looking around, there are cultivated fields everywhere. Although the country is at war, its vitality has not diminished in the slightest, and every village seems very lively.
Hugh nodded. Hugh needed to have a firm grasp of the rapidly changing situations in various countries, the domestic situation, and the Shinna religion's dealings with Mainferu. By personally verifying the lives of the lowest-level people like this, he could discover parts that ordinary intelligence could not find.
Rather than leading a large group, Hugh preferred to act alone, sneaking around in the shadows. Perhaps this was more in line with his nature; the glaring light was an obstacle to him.
"Ah... umm... Master... chest... breasts... so hot and swollen... just a few rubs from Master... and my body... haaaaa... ahhh... no... umm, umm, umm... ah, ahhh... yaaaaaah...!"
The tense atmosphere unique to the battlefield hadn't yet reached this place, indicating that the army hadn't officially started fighting.
According to the information provided by Naduye, the two armies had been locked in a stalemate for four days.
The Western powers, for reasons unknown, remained inactive, while the Mainferu army, with its relatively inferior forces, also maintained a defensive posture, avoiding any possible provocations.
Why did Naduye take several days to assign the mission to him? Could it be related to the mission's content?
Keeping one's hands clean is not enough to protect a country; in a world where different races coexist with humans, one cannot act solely according to human principles. These were words that Naduye had repeatedly warned him about.
Therefore, some things had to be done, and Hugh simply made himself that kind of person.
“M-Master… nipples… attacking the nipples with your fingers… ah, ah ah… too, too cunning…”
“Is that so? Don’t you like Master playing with your nipples?”
“No, not like that… nipples… nipples too… breast milk… ah, ya ah ah… um um… ah ah ah ah!”
Although riding the same horse as Ba, Hugh didn’t hold the reins; instead, he gripped Ba’s large breasts tightly with both hands. Those full fruits not only filled both palms, but the flesh even overflowed between his fingers.
Ba sat on Hugh’s lap, gripping the reins tightly, her face flushed crimson. Her tongue darted out from her pink lips, and clear saliva slowly dripped from the tip.
She was currently wearing a modified mini-skirt, the flesh of her thighs perfectly proportioned, looking quite sexy. A large amount of love fluid slowly flowed down her thighs, leaving several clear streaks.
The penis was inserted into Ba's body, her flesh wrapped around it layer upon layer, and with the strong suction that gripped it, Hugh felt as if all his life force was being sucked out.
To avoid losing his balance while riding the horse, Hugh gripped Ba's breasts tightly, kneading them from below like he was playing a musical instrument, stimulating the inner part of her breasts.
"Mmm, ooh... ah... yaaaa, ahaaa... M-Master's hands... feel so good... hooaaa, mmm..."
"Ba, have your breasts gotten bigger again?"
"Be-because Master kneads them every day... ahaaa... mmm... getting bigger... of course..."
"This weight, this feel, your cup size must have increased again, right?"
"Ah, ahaaa... mmm... 1, 128 centimeters... Master... haaaa, haaaa... ahm, mmm..."
"128 centimeters!?"
Hearing this number, Hugh felt a sense of accomplishment, deeply proud of the perfect result he had developed, a busty shrine maiden who could provide him with breast milk at any time.
Hughie reached inside his shrine maiden robes and grabbed Tomoe's unsuspecting breasts. The moment he felt the cotton-candy-like touch, a warm, sweet liquid flowed down her breasts into his hands. Her
cherry-blossom-like nipples were already fully erect, and as her breasts were squeezed, the accumulated breast milk flowed out, wetting Hughie's hands with this coveted liquid.
Tomoe lowered her gaze, watching her master's hands roam freely over her breasts inside his shrine maiden robes. Her reaction became even more sensitive; her nipples moved uncontrollably, white droplets rolling out.
At the same time, her lower body secreted fluids like a flood, making a sound with each thrust of his penis, creating an even more obscene background music to their conversation.
"Could it be that the reason Tomoe became the fourth Great Priestess wasn't because of Kagura, but because of her breasts?"
"Ah... um... yaaaah... ny-nothing like that..."
"Won't this heavy weight be a burden when you dance the Kagura dance?"
"Yaaaah! M-Master... if you pull on my nipples like this... ahhhh!"
Ten fingers sank into her breasts, only to be immediately pushed back by the elasticity, making Hugh knead them even harder, enjoying the incredibly comfortable elasticity.
Tomoe's breasts weren't just large, but also incredibly elastic, the smooth skin clinging to her palms, impossible to fully grasp even with her hands spread wide, swaying up and down in rhythm with the penis.
Although he had seen those breasts countless times and his penis had often been gripped by them, actually holding them in his hands made them seem even larger.
To make it easier for her master to knead her breasts, Ba untied her breast wrap, revealing her already impressive breasts even more completely.
From Hugh's angle, looking down from a slightly higher position, he could see through Ba's shoulders her breasts, which easily exceeded three digits, changing shape with his hands.
Her white shrine maiden outfit was stretched high forward by her breasts, and due to their enormous size, the fabric around her abdomen didn't even touch her skin.
Hugh lifted her breasts, letting them push against each other to create a deep V-shaped cleavage—a bottomless cleavage, perfect for inserting something.
“Mmm, ah, ahhhhh! Ah, ahhh... Master, Master... Ahhh! It's hitting me again!”
“Ohhhh! You're squeezing so tight, are you trying to break my cock?”
“Be-because... Mmm... Hahh, hahh... Slower... Master, please... Slower…”
“That's what you say, but you're the one shaking your ass, aren't you?”
Ba gripped the reins tightly, sat on Hugh's lap, and let his cock penetrate her directly.
Although the two deliberately avoided the road and chose a side path, the situation of not knowing when someone might appear made Ba even more excited, her private parts flooded.
The horse galloped at full speed, and the swaying of the hooves on the road allowed the two to naturally engage in piston-like movements without much effort. The cock repeatedly struck the cervix, and Hugh's hands kneaded along the curves of her breasts.
Fresh breast milk kept flowing from her cherry blossom-colored nipples, wetting Hugh's palms and leaving several milky white streaks on her wrists.
"Ah, ahhh... ah... ya, um, ooh, ahhh ooh ooh um!"
"Ba, you'd better control your voice."
"But... but... in this situation... ahhh! umm, ya, ahhh... I can't help it... so, so good... with your penis... like this... I can't help it..."
With the penis inside her body, the intense pleasure made Ba's back arch backward, and her breasts stretched her shrine maiden outfit even higher. With the breast milk flowing out, if you looked closely... the shrine maiden outfit, wet with breast milk, was almost transparent at the chest.
Now that Ba wasn't wearing a breast wrap, the shrine maiden outfit naturally revealed the curves of her breasts, and her soft skin, soaked with breast milk, even showed her nipples clearly.
Hugh felt his penis getting hot. Shrine maiden outfits originally emphasized the breasts, and through the scarlet hakama at the waist, the breasts were highlighted, and the white sleeves bulged out a lot, the collar was stretched open, and the curves of the breasts could be clearly seen through the breast milk flowing from the two tips.
The penis rubbed against her flesh, each thrust drawing out copious amounts of vaginal fluid. Ba's breasts were kneaded, her long black hair flying wildly, heavy breaths escaping her lips.
"Haa...haa...M-Master...ahhh...I feel...I feel my breasts and that...are all one with Master..."
"Being penetrated while riding a horse, and you still feel so much? Ba is truly a lewd priestess."
"Yes, yes...haa, haa...because it feels so good...M-Master...it feels so good to penetrate Ba..."
"Can a priestess serving the gods be this lewd?"
"It's...it's alright...ahhh, yaaaah...Ba, Ba is Master's priestess...I'm loyal...not to the gods...umm...but to Master..."
Ba's panting didn't stop, instinctively arching her body, her wet breasts pushing further into Hugh's hands, unconsciously rubbing against the calluses on Hugh's fingers.
Although Ba held onto the reins with both hands, his penis was buried inside her body. Each time her body was tossed up and down by the horse, his penis penetrated deeper, leaving Ba completely powerless.
Hugh instinctively stared at her nipples. The nipples, a tender cherry blossom color, had swollen like a pair of baby bottles, stretching her shrine maiden outfit outwards and constantly leaking the freshest breast milk.
Hugh inserted his penis into Ba, kneading her breasts, which could be described as the highest grade of shrine maiden breasts, letting Ba twist her waist to serve his penis, enjoying the feeling of her flesh walls wrapping around and gripping him tightly.
"Although the purpose is to carry out a mission, I am, after all, the Kagura Master, and I still want to fulfill my duty and play a funeral dirge."
"However... umm, oh... ah... Master... ahhh, ahhh... funeral dirge... it will have an effect on Master's important body... umm... it will affect..."
"I know, I will try to avoid it, funeral dirge can only be played occasionally. Although this is my usual Kagura, it is not something to be praised."
"Um, umhh... umm... I will play Kagura with Master... please let me..."
"Yes, even if I accidentally play Kagura, there is nothing to worry about, after all, I have a weapon that can bring me back to my senses at any time."
"Ahhh... a weapon?"
"That's right, these are these two lolis!"
"Ahhh! Breast milk, breast milk has been squeezed out by Master again..."
"It is because Ba is by my side that I can play Kagura without any worries, and I will not lose myself."
“Master… Ba exists for you… You can use Ba anytime you wish…”
Hugh wrapped his arms around Ba’s armpits and embraced her beautiful body from behind. The breasts of the high priestess of the Shinagata religion were so large that his hands could only desperately knead them, their elasticity overwhelming.
Because the horse was running very fast, Ba’s vagina tightened to prevent his penis from slipping out, creating a strong suction. At the same time, her snow-white breasts changed obscene shapes in Hugh’s hands.
The tip of his penis felt like it was stretching open her cervix. Ba swayed her hips in service, her breasts bobbing along with her, and cute panting sounds escaped her lips.
"Have our temple's reinforcements set off?"
"Y-yes... umm... I heard they set off with the Mainferu Royal Knights..."
"Is that so? That doesn't seem right."
"Umm... Ahhh... M-Master... why do you think that?"
"We're just reinforcements. As a Dark Faction temple supporting the Mainferu Kingdom, we should be on the side of supporting the Knights. However, in the last two or three wars, it seems we've turned the tables."
"Y-yes... so... that's why His Highness... umm... hopes Master will help..."
"As the Kagura Master, will you lead the priestesses in playing Kagura?"
"If Master is willing to guide them... ah, gu... umm... I'll definitely get everyone to dance the Kagura dance..."
"What's the truth?" "
That... that His Highness said... M-Master... if you're willing to make a contract with any priestess... ahhh... it would be best to take this opportunity... to persuade Master..."
"I don't have that idea! Let me make it clear, Kagura and contracts are two different things!"
"And... after the shrine maidens finish their Kagura dance... they wait for their master... haa, haa... to drink... to drink breast milk... and then with their master..."
"S·T·O·P! I can't say anything more! And dozens of shrine maidens, I'd better drink all their breast milk! Do you want all my food to turn into breast milk!?"
"No, not dozens... more than a hundred..."
"You said it! The number I've been hoping to reduce, and you just bluntly revealed the answer!"
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ps: There is a reason for writing the place name like this, which will be explained later

(Chapter 3) Kagura Dance = Breast Milk (2)

Although Ba's expression was still somewhat calm, her breathing was quite disordered, and her mind had long been immersed in pleasure. She could only barely maintain a little consciousness to respond to Hugh.
At this time, Ba would not force the satisfaction of serving, but let her master play with her body, and her waist also shook forcefully.
Her vagina continued to swallow and spit out the penis, and the crack was full of lustful water. The flesh wall was forcibly stretched open, and each time the penis rubbed, it brought out a sweet pleasure that flowed all over Ba's body.
Plop, plop, plop, plop...
Ba kept shaking her waist, and her waist-length black hair, which was smoother than high-grade silk, also swayed. Her charming three-digit breasts also swayed with full elasticity.
“I always feel that every time I’m on the battlefield, instead of the smell of blood, I’m surrounded by a strong scent of breast milk…”
“W-because…it’s my responsibility as a Kagura master…umm…after dancing the Kagura dance…there will be breast milk…especially when playing Kagura with Master…the breast milk will be more than twice as much as usual…”
“Ugh, my head is starting to hurt.”
“Yes, yes…breast milk makes the breasts very swollen and uncomfortable…if breast milk accumulates in the body…it’s actually harmful to the body…”
“So I have to go through several more days without being able to eat normal food?”
“Master, just think about…drinking breast milk…umm…it feels so good…I’ll take care of everything else, don’t worry…”
“That’s exactly what I’m worried about!”
Hugh lifted the breasts from below and thoroughly kneaded the inside of the breasts. The already abundant mammary glands produced a sweet pleasure that made Tomoe’s whole body numb.
The nipples, a color even more beautiful than cherry blossoms, stood fully erect, quite noticeable from the front, almost bursting holes in the shrine maiden's outfit.
Each time breast milk spurted from the nipples, pleasure spread, causing Tomoe's body to tremble, her vagina contracting repeatedly, giving the penis the tightness of being inside a virgin.
The breasts, heavy like watermelons, were supported only by Hugh's hands, constantly shifting and changing shapes, his fingers sinking in completely, the excess flesh of the breasts enveloping his hands entirely.
"Do you have intelligence on the Knights of Mainfellow?"
"Yes, yes... Ahhh... The Royal Knights... immediately launched an attack... but are locked in a fierce battle..."
"Originally, as reinforcements, the Temple army should have followed."
"Yes... Hmm... The Mainfellow army, while skilled in defense... also has... Hmm... a weakness in offense... So... even if Mainfellow goes to war... we will still... continue to wait for our master..."
"Mainfellow is unwilling to relinquish the credit, yet... he has made our army the protagonist."
"Yes... in several battles... Mainfellow has been defeated... Ahhh... although... they were all probing battles... this only confirms... what our master said..." "
That's right, once you take the initiative to attack, you will be defeated, but if it's a defensive battle, we will definitely be able to win."
Hugh grabbed the engorged, red nipple, pulled it high, and rotated it left and right, thoroughly stimulating Ba's sensitive spot.
Each time the nipple is stimulated, breast milk flows out, making the skin of the breast, moistened with breast milk, feel even smoother and more tender to the touch, and the sweet aroma emanating from the entire breast makes one want to keep caressing it.
(The chin unconsciously sways.

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