I was thrusting into Hana, holding her long legs by the ankles. Her legs were straight and spread wide. She moaned, gazing at me, her fists clenching the futon underneath her.
I leaned forward, pressing with my pubic bone against her clit.
"Oh no," she yelped. "Too much!"
I assumed that she meant 'too good', so I pressed harder, while still thrusting.
Hana shook and wriggled, trying to change her position, but to no avail.
"Taro, please," she pleaded, straining.
Suddenly, I felt the pressure building inside her pussy against my cock, and as I was getting ready for the next thrust, a burst of liquid splattered out of Hana onto my stomach.
I withdrew in surprise, as she cried out and closed her eyes with her hands.
"I'm so… so… sorry…" she sobbed.
I lowered her legs and leaned over to kiss her. "Sorry? Why? Everything is good."
She turned her face away, whining. "No… It… I… peed… I'm so sorry, Taro… I'm so bad…"
I almost laughed, and I was glad I didn't. I'm sure it would hurt her feelings so much more.
"Hana," I said. "Shoosh, Hana. It's not that. You squirted, and that's normal."
She stopped sobbing and peeked through her fingers.
"What?"
"You squirted."
"What's that?"
I kissed her forehead. "That's what some women do when they are very happy."
Her sobs returned. "Only some women?"
"The most fortunate ones, Hana."
She moved her hands away. "Is that so?"
I nodded with as much encouragement as I was capable of. "I promise you. Did the chojo not talk to you about it?"
She shook her head.
"Well," I said, "maybe she didn't expect it to happen so soon. She'll tell you all about it, and you will see that there is nothing to be ashamed of."
She wiped her tears. "Really? You're not just saying it to make me feel better, Taro?"
"No, I'm not just saying it. It's true. You'll see." I wrapped her in my arms. "All it means is that you're very sensual, and your flower is enjoying me very much."
She rubbed her cheek against mine. "I do enjoy your ochinchin inside me a lot, that's true… But… Does that mean I enjoy it too much?"
"No," I said, hugging her tight. "I want you to feel this way. And I would like to see you squirt even more when you're really happy."
She narrowed her eyes, once again doubtful. "You wouldn't mind me spraying you with… that?"
I shrugged. "Not at all. I actually think I'd enjoy watching you squirt."
"Honestly?"
"Yes."
She kissed me deeply, twirling her tongue inside my mouth.
"Thank you, Taro," she murmured. "You're the best person in the entire universe. I'm so lucky to have you as a husband." She kissed me again and again. "I'll do anything you want, Taro. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it… I don't want to disappoint you… You've been so kind to me…"
My cock was boiling from all her talk and kisses.
"I want to cum inside you," I said.
"Yes, of course," she wriggled out of my embrace. "Please cum. I love when you cum inside me."
She spread her legs again, and I resumed my thrusting. With her wetness and the noises she made, I reached a climax very soon.
"Yes! Yes, Taro!" she exclaimed. "You're shooting right into my womb! Heavens…"
And she held me tight as I fell on top of her, whispering, "I love you, Taro. I love you."
I closed my eyes. I felt satisfied and comfortable in her arms. I could imagine myself staying like this forever…
Hana left early in the morning, apologizing for staying too long.
"Your lordship has been blessed by such loving wives," remarked Takumi, appearing at his usual time. Tsubasa had just finished giving me a sponge bath, and I was putting on my kimono. "Did you manage to get any sleep last night?"
"Not much, if you must know," I said, coldly but proudly.
"I'm inquiring only so that I can adjust your schedule for the day if required," he replied, bowing.
I clicked my tongue disapprovingly. "Forget it. I'll survive."
"Very good, master."
I glanced at him. "What's on the agenda anyway?"
"After breakfast, the estate manager would like to review some paperwork with you. Then I'll take you for a horse-riding practice. And in the evening, you are scheduled to receive Haruko-sama and Keiko-sama."
I felt an instant excitement in my lower body… Haruko and Keiko… The naughty me was very much looking forward to it.
"Right on," I said.
Matsuo, the estate manager, showed me a bunch of letters and promissory notes he wanted me to approve.
I sighed. "Are we making money or losing money?" I asked him.
"It's my job to make sure that your lordship's household is making money," he replied, nodding respectfully. "This has been another very good year."
"That's all I need to know, Matsuo," I said, waving away his papers. "I trust your skill and abilities."
The manager appeared touched. "Master, I'll work hard every day to justify your confidence!" He was a lean man slightly shorter than me, with big eyes that now looked even bigger, full of emotion. "Your father was different…" he uttered, clearing his throat, "He was a very detail-oriented person."
I smiled. "You mean he liked to double-check everything you did?" That sounded like my father.
"Well…"
"Don't worry, Matsuo," I said. "As long as I can trust you, you have a free hand in business affairs."
"I owe my life and happiness to this family," the manager said warmly, "so you'll never have to doubt me, Taro-sama."
"Well, then we're good," I said, about to get up.
"One more thing," he stopped me.
"What is it?"
Matsuo sighed. "This issue is partially of a personal nature." He produced yet another paper. "This family from the village of Kuroyama-mura is looking for 30 ryo for their daughter's dowry."
I raised an eyebrow. "From me? Is this a local custom?"
He coughed. "Well, under certain circumstances…"
I didn't have any guesses.
"Do you mind explaining?"
He bowed. "You see, master, there is an ancient local tradition where villagers would exchange a dowry for the first night with the bride."
I stared. "You mean-?"
"Yes," Matsuo nodded. "If a local samurai agreed to provide the bride's dowry, the groom would bring the bride to the samurai's house right after the wedding and pick her up in the morning."
I mused. I already had plenty of women to deal with. I hardly needed another one.
Matsuo seemed to sense my reluctance. "It would be very generous of you to grant their request," he said gently. "Kuroyama-mura doesn't belong to your lordship, but the surrounding lands are yours. The villagers there are quite poor. Bestowing this favor upon one of their families would be a generous gesture. In fact, it might compel them to finally pledge permanent allegiance to you and become vassals of the Matsuda household, something they've resisted for many generations."
I sighed. "Many generations, you say?"
"Yes, master. But I get a sense they are on the brink. And adding Kuroyama-mura would be complimentary for your budget."
I shook my head. "Is the girl even pretty?"
"Yes, master," nodded Matsuo. "I've inquired, and she's the daughter of the village elder. She's simple but attractive, with a slender figure and nice bosom."
"Fine," I said, getting up. We were talking about a quarter of my horse's price, so the hell with it. "You can arrange that. But on the condition that they enter vassalage, too."