Two wives. My father's wife. Two concubines. Other women.
Hana was different from all others. Maybe because she didn't come from a noble family – her father was a gozoku, or a village leader – or maybe simply because she was raised with less attention to outward piety, whatever the reasons, she was pleasantly uninhibited in the ways she responded to me in conversations and in bed.
Even on our second night together, she was already taking the initiative in choosing sex positions and making genuine sounds of pleasure when something felt really good to her.
She lost her virginity almost pain-free, and after that she immersed herself in exploring lovemaking and experiencing fully the thrills of our nights together.
Our second night ended with me erupting deep inside Hana in the doggy position, and she came very hard at the same time, too.
We fell on the mat, and she snuggled next to me, her head on my stomach. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked it, and played with it with the joy of a child who found a great new toy.
"Taro, I love your ochinchin so much," she said, staring at it point blank. "Men with beautiful members must be very proud of them." She turned her head to glance in my eyes. "Are you proud of yours?"
"Not sure about proud," I chuckled. "But I do think it's quite good."
"You should be proud," she said, cooing to my cock. "You are so, so cute! He has to be proud of you, my perfect ochinchin."
And she kissed and licked it some more.
"I wish I had one," she said. "I would be very proud of it!"
That made me laugh.
"If you had one, I wouldn't marry you," I said.
She crawled up my body and kissed my chest and neck. "Well, that's unfair, my noble husband. If you truly loved me, you'd marry me even if I had a better ochinchin than you."
I grabbed her face with both hands and, kissing her, rolled over on top of her.
"You made my ochinchin want to enter you again," I said. "Fortunately for me, you have a perfect pussy for my ochinchin."
"That is true," she murmured, wrapping her legs around me as I penetrated her. "Heavens, I love it inside me so, so much! Give it to me, Taro!"
Needless to say, she had much more of my cum inside her by the end of the night.
The following morning, I had an unexpected visitor.
Takumi informed me that Yukiko's chojo had requested to speak with me in private.
"Master," she said, bowing deeply, "I don't want to celebrate early, but I think your labors with your wife are beginning to bear fruit."
I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"Madam is late already by more days than ever before," the chojo explained. "And some other signs also point to the successful conception."
Yukiko got pregnant?
"Are you keeping a close eye on her health? Do you have any concerns about it?" I asked.
She bowed again.
"I'm looking after every aspect of Madam Yukiko's health and hygiene very carefully," she replied. "If heavens don't predestine otherwise, she is going to do very well during her pregnancy. Would your lordship like to be kept abreast of madam's condition?"
"Yes," I nodded. "How often are you going to report it to me?"
"I'd recommend twice a week in the beginning, and once madam is safely on her way through the first month, I can apprise you once a week."
I nodded again. "That would work. Thank you. Oh, and tell Madam Yukiko not to come here after breakfast for the next few days."
She left, and I sat for a while, contemplating what the news meant to me. Yukiko was finally pregnant. She wanted to give me an heir, and it appeared that she was going to. Was it going to change her? Was it an unpleasant piece of news for Hana? And why did I think of that before I even got excited about having a child?
I sighed just as my trusted chamberlain reappeared.
"It's a little complicated, having two wives," I deliberated aloud.
"Yes, master," he nodded respectfully.
"Women, Takumi, are complicated," I continued.
"Indeed, master."
I shrugged. "Or do we, men, complicate matters by worrying too much about them?"
"If you pardon me for saying it, master, but your generous and sensitive nature makes you feel more deeply the concerns for the women around you," said Takumi. "An average samurai simply takes what he wants, adjusting it only for the very basic needs of others, and rarely experiences emotional quagmire managing multiple wives."
I shook my head as I gazed at him. "You sound just like my brother-in-law, Takumi," I said, "Do you know that?"
"No, master."
"Well, you do. Aren't you happy to have such a thoughtful master? Or would you prefer an average samurai you just described as your master?"
He bowed very deeply and spoke from that position. "I apologize if I gave you a reason to think that, master. I'm extremely happy with my master, and I pledged my life to you, which I can give without hesitation for you even at this very moment." He raised his gaze. "All I was trying to say, your lordship, was that your unique nature and sensitivity make dealing with the women of your household feel more onerous than it has to be."
I processed.
"So you're saying, it feels difficult to me because I'm too nice?"
He bowed. "A person's desires have no limits. It's especially true for women, master. No human is able to reach the limit of pleasing them to the extent of their desires. It's said that a samurai sets the boundaries of what's possible to facilitate the happiness of others."
There was something in what he was saying, yet again.
"So you mean, if I say you can only have two rice cakes and give you two you'll be happy, but if I say you can have as many cakes as you want and give you five, you're still going to be unhappy?"
Takumi nodded. "It indeed seems to be the way that we, the imperfect humans, see happiness."
I clapped my hands together.
"I shall give it a serious thought, Takumi," I said. "From tomorrow on everyone will be able to get only one rice cake, if they deserve it, or none otherwise."