Minamoto no Yorimitsu's Unforgettable Happy Wedding Night
About this chapter I apologise if there are something you don't understand. Because well you know I am not so good at understanding japanese/chinese poems.
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"Master."
"Everything you want is ready."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu, holding an inkstone of clear water, respectfully spoke to the man in front of her.
"So, what should I do next?"
"Um..."
Ian took the inkstone and clear water from Minamoto no Yorimitsu and gently placed it aside.
"Then Yorimitsu, next—"
"Just trouble you a little bit, to temporarily act as my paper."
Then he pointed at the futon prepared for their wedding night.
"Lay down so I can begin"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu glanced at the place he was pointing at and quickly nodded.
"I see, I understand."
"Then—"
The warrior obediently lay down there.
"Master, please don't have too many concerns."
"Okay."
The belt around the waist of the kimono was pulled open.
The moonlight covered Minamoto no Yorimitsu's body like a veil of white gauze.
She looked as if.
She was dyed into the cleanest rice paper, unable to be stained with any dust.
However, for Ian at this moment.
What he was really thinking about in his heart was actually another thing.
[Although Minamoto no Mitsunaka approved your marriage to Minamoto no Yorimitsu.]
[But you have not forgotten what he said.]
[Minamoto no Yorimitsu has a secret that neither you nor he knows.]
[You decided to find out about this as much as possible on your wedding night.]
[This is a contact unrelated to lust.]
[You just want to protect her.]
Looking at the paper that was laid out in front of him by Minamoto no Yorimitsu herself, Ian didn't have too many ripples in his heart.
After all, as long as he wanted to, he could actually see such scenery at any time.
However—
He couldn't let her realize this kind of thing on her wedding night.
After all, if she knew that the object of her marriage was thinking like this at this moment, she would be somewhat mentally affected.
That is absolutely not acceptable.
So praise her well.
"Yorimitsu."
"Yes, Master."
"You are so beautiful."
"Really?"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu, lying quietly on the futon covered with her untied kimono, looked a little shy.
Her voice became emotional:
"If I am beautiful, please take a few more glances, Master."
"I would be very happy."
However—
Although she said such words, Minamoto no Yorimitsu was actually somewhat embarrassed.
After all, as the eldest daughter of the Minamoto clan, it was not so easy to completely show her most innocent self in front of another man.
At least psychologically, it is a bit difficult to accept.
Fortunately, this man is him.
After recalling the past experiences, everything has a feeling of being logical and fruitful.
However, Ian had other ideas.
He said:
"Yorimitsu, although it may be a bit inappropriate, I have some questions I want to ask you now, can I?"
"Of course, as long as I know, I will tell Master."
"Well, that's great."
Ian responded to Minamoto no Yorimitsu while using the brush she prepared to lightly dip the inkstone of clear water.
"Yorimitsu, do you remember what happened when you were a child?"
"What happened when I was a child?"
Although Minamoto no Yorimitsu felt that Ian's question was a bit strange, she still thought about it very seriously.
She nodded and replied:
"I can probably remember some."
"Then—"
Ian picked up the brush and leaned towards Minamoto no Yorimitsu's face.
"A little further backward?"
"A little further backward?" Minamoto no Yorimitsu asked with some doubts, "Master, what do you mean?"
"Um... for example, when you were born."
"This..."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu frowned slightly, and then shook her head.
"Sorry, Master, I don't remember what happened at that time."
[You are not surprised by this result.]
[Few people can remember what happened when they were born.]
[After all, even you don't remember what happened on the day you were born.]
[You realize that it is unlikely to trace the root of the matter by relying on Minamoto no Yorimitsu's memory.]
[But you are not nervous—it is just one of your means.]
[You have other ways.]
"Yorimitsu, can you close your eyes first?"
"Okay."
Responding to her former master, Minamoto no Yorimitsu slowly closed her eyes.
Picking up the moistened brush, Ian lightly wrote words on her cheeks with clear water.
This is not a simple text.
It is a curse seal disguised as a waka poem.
After writing all the long and short scarlet sentences, Ian, as an onmyoji, can know what Minamoto no Yorimitsu in front of him is carrying.
This was originally an onmyoji technique that should not be used.
After all, profit and loss are balanced, and no matter how powerful an onmyoji is, he cannot change this law.
But for her, Ian is willing to pay some price—such as part of his life.
Of course.
This is far from his limit.
He can't have an accident now, otherwise Minamoto no Yorimitsu will have to be a widow.
The clear water fell on Minamoto no Yorimitsu's delicate cheeks and then flowed down her facial features.
Under Ian's control, they finally presented a stable appearance, as if they were ink marks staying on paper.
After writing so intently for a while, Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who had been silent, suddenly spoke in a low voice;
"Master, can I make a request?"
"Yes, Yorimitsu, tell me."
"It's just—" Minamoto no Yorimitsu closed her eyes tightly. There was no sign of opening them.
"Can you recite them when you write waka poems?"
"If the wedding night is so deserted, I feel a little lonely."
"..."
[You suddenly realize that you have forgotten something.]
[Tonight is indeed the best day for you to find out Minamoto no Yorimitsu's destiny.]
[But at the same time, this is also the most memorable moment in her life.]
[Although she doesn't mind being the paper under your pen, it doesn't mean that she has no desires in her heart.]
[You decided to change your plan a little.]
[You clearly know that you must give her a memorable wedding night to fulfill your due responsibilities.]
"No problem."
Ian replied with a smile.
"If you are afraid of being deserted, Yorimitsu, I will sing for you."
The man already knows this kind of content.
Therefore, even if he writes and chants at the same time, there is no problem at all.
And in order to make Minamoto no Yorimitsu less nervous.
Ian also deliberately adjusted his tone to make it sound more soothing than usual.
"Master, you are really an elegant person."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu on the case closed her eyes and praised.
"Even in this situation, you can still grasp the rhythm of the waka poem."
"That's all because of you, Yorimitsu."
"Because of me?"
"Well... without beautiful scenery, how can there be the mood to compose a song?"
Ian picked up the brush, and his eyes followed her cheeks all the way down.
The most uneven place on the paper is in front of you.
"Yorimitsu, I'm going to continue."
"Okay, Master."
Hearing Minamoto no Yorimitsu's response, Ian lowered his head, touched her pussy and gently stroked it.
The sweet scent soon came from the air.
Moreover, compared to the previous time, Ian could clearly feel the abundance wetness contained in it at this moment.
When his fingers got inside, he thought that he probably won't have to worry about not finding a water source anymore.
"Yorimitsu, you are quite prepared it seems?"
"Yes, Master."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu's face was slightly red, but her tone was as gentle as ever.
"Since I promised you to 'nurture' memories for you."
"Then no matter how troublesome the problem is, I will try to solve it."
"So—"
"Please don't be surprised by this, Master."
"I understand."
Ian didn't go any further.
But he knew very well that he had to give Minamoto no Yorimitsu a deeper sense of participation.
The wedding night must not be sloppy.
So he leaned closer and sucked on her lower lips
And then began to chant his poetry.
The spring of sweet water was gently excavated by the great onmyoji.
The beauty flowing down from the high mountain lingered on the pale white body.
The bristles of the brush were submerged in the Runhe River.
This is a beautiful mountain view.
Replace snow with water.
Ian continued to chant waka poems, and the pen in his hand also became tactful.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu's face became more and more rosy.
The slightly raised corners of her mouth implied that the warrior's heart had completely immersed in this sugar-filled contact.
The sound of waka poems rang out, and the brush moved smoothly.
The white rice paper had a bit of clan sweetness, and even the air of the wedding night began to become misty.
Pause.
The tip of the brush hesitated in the warrior's abdominal depression.
"Yorimitsu, can you still accept it?"
"No problem."
"Please continue, Master."
The brush marks washed in all directions.
The great onmyoji's waka poem was also left with the last song.
In a moment, the spell could be verified on Minamoto no Yorimitsu.
"Yorimitsu, it's almost over."
Ian said so.
"Really?" Minamoto no Yorimitsu still seemed to be a little unsatisfied.
"I thought you were going to write all night, Master."
"Nothing like that."
"No matter how good the poem is, it must have an ending."
Ian picked up the brush and dipped it in clear water again.
This time, the place where the waka poem was written was the narrow pass on the rice paper.
The onmyoji's chanting sounded, and the bamboo brush's peak hair penetrated every corner of the left side of the rice paper.
Disturb;
Open.
The brush fell into the gap of the newly opened rice paper, which seemed a little procrastinating.
Ian didn't say much, just silently added a bit of strength and pulled it out.
He reached out and stroked Minamoto no Yorimitsu's beautiful hair, and then asked in a low voice:
"Yorimitsu, this waka poem may be a bit long."
"Master, I know... no matter what, I will accompany you to finish writing the waka poem."
"Okay, I understand."
The great onmyoji no longer hesitated.
The movement of the brush tip became more and more violent.
The bamboo brush dipped in clear water was gradually confiscated by the mouth, and what trembled along with it was the warrior's body.
The pair of white hands grabbed the edge of the futon, blushing.
But she didn't say a word because of this, and she didn't have any complaints.
Being able to become a piece of rice paper under his hands on the wedding night is already the most beautiful moment to fulfill her dream.
And at this moment, Ian's voice came.
"Yorimitsu, if you really want to make a sound, but you don't know what to say—"
"Then sing the waka poem with me."
"Eh... can I?"
"Of course." Ian smiled slightly, "This is a poem written for you, naturally it can resonate with your voice."
"I... I understand!"
The couple who were married sang a waka poem about objects on their wedding night.
One person recited the words, and the other person composed the music.
All kinds of emotions are hidden in the combination of the two, until the pen enters three points.
The song is over;
The sound is exhausted.
Ian let go of the control of the brush in his hand.
The next moment.
The water blossoms burst out in the pure-colored moonlight, and the clear and faint fragrance permeated the silent night.
With a click.
The brush fell to the ground, lying quietly on the lake reflecting the new moon.
This was Minamoto no Yorimitsu's most diligent chant.
Her proud chest rose and fell slightly, and her lips exhaled streams of heat.
But Ian's mind at this moment was completely on another matter.
That is the invalid waka poem.
["Waka" did not take effect.]
[This means that even if you paid the price of your life, you cannot see everything she is carrying.]
[What did it touch that made it like this?]
[You realize that the "thought" in the foundation of the Minamoto family may be Minamoto no Yorimitsu herself.]
[You know this is not a good thing.]
[But you will never run away.]
"Master." Minamoto no Yorimitsu's slightly panting voice came.
"Was my performance this time okay?"
"..."
Ian knew that what he was thinking was not something he should tell Minamoto no Yorimitsu.
At least—
He shouldn't do this on her anticipated wedding night.
"Yorimitsu, I am very satisfied."
"The waka poem you composed is wonderful and full of vitality."
"And now—"
Ian walked to Minamoto no Yorimitsu's eyes.
On the case, she saw the magic weapon floating in the air on her face.
Everything goes without saying.
Feeling the temperature flowing on her cheeks, Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who closed her eyes, felt extremely happy.
Because this is the wedding night she wanted.
A night to spend with him freely.
This will be the most unforgettable time in her memory.
[You spent a sweet night.]
[You officially became Minamoto no Yorimitsu's husband.]
[Minamoto no Mitsunaka, who accepted all this, began to use his power to plan a way for his daughter to enter the officialdom.]
[And Minamoto no Yorimitsu is indeed very competitive.]
[She followed the same path as her father and made friends with the courtier Fujiwara clan.]
[As her husband, you also rose to prominence and became a well-known figure in Heian-kyo.]
[The harmonious couple status of you and Minamoto no Yorimitsu spread widely in Kyoto and was even compiled into ballads.]
[And the waka poem you made on your wedding night was also sought after by the nobles.]
[But whether it is you or Minamoto no Yorimitsu, you miss the beauty of exorcising ghosts even more.]
[It's just that the ghosts in Kyoto have already fled everywhere because of your reputation, and it's hard to find traces.]
[You can only recall the past days in your spare time, and then look at each other and give each other a knowing smile.]
[A few years passed like this.]
[Just when you thought everything would continue to be calm, the situation took a new turn.]
A young man named Watanabe no Tsuna appeared on the streets of Kyoto.
He was seriously injured and dying.
But he was still reciting a sentence that Ian and Minamoto no Yorimitsu missed very much.
"I want to kill oni." the young man said.