Harem Of The Oshika Clan - H039 The Fiftieth Day Ceremony

H039 The Fiftieth Day Ceremony

The black car carrying Reiran-san and me left the mansion’s entrance, circled a third of the estate, and headed northeast, passing through the usually closed northeast inner gate, driving slowly.

Heading straight northeast leads to the Oshika Shrine. The car passed the outer gate and entered the shrine’s grounds.

When the car stopped in front of the main hall, Reiran-san got out first and opened my door. I stepped out carefully and climbed the stone steps to the hall.

At the edge of the wooden floor, I removed my sandals. Reiran-san, who accompanied me this far, placed them in a nearby rack.

“Go ahead.”

“I’ll be back.”

I bowed lightly to Reiran-san, who saw me off, and approached the open doors of the main hall. Inside, the heads of the Oshika clan’s branch families were gathered.

As I passed through, the heads bowed in unison. Behind me, two shrine maidens closed the doors. My heart pounded, but I feigned calm, walked to the center, and sat cross-legged on a prepared cushion.

The heads raised their faces and turned forward.

Today, in the hall where Hikaru’s funeral was held, we’re conducting his fiftieth day ceremony. I didn’t know until told, but in Shinto rites, this is the ceremony marking the end of mourning, held fifty days after death—similar to Buddhism’s forty-ninth day.

That said, practices vary by sect, and I’m unsure if the Oshika Shrine’s ceremony aligns with others, given its unique status. For now, I’ll follow the priestess and maidens’ instructions.

As I settled, the female priestess and four maidens appeared from the back. They bowed, the priestess sat before me, and the maidens knelt two on each side.

Before the priestess was an altar, with Hikaru’s urn at its center.

In a solemn atmosphere, the priestess began chanting a prayer. I listened quietly.

Incense filled the hall, but we didn’t offer any. I sat still, briefly recalling Hikaru, whom I’d only met once, until the ceremony ended.

After a time that felt both long and short, the hall’s rite concluded. The priestess, maidens, heads, and I stood.

The priestess took the urn from the altar and handed it to me. I held it carefully, ensuring it wouldn’t fall.

She walked toward the back, and, prompted by the maidens, I followed.

The priestess led, followed by me, surrounded by the four maidens, with the forty branch heads behind. We exited the hall, passed through a covered walkway, and reached the rear. In tabi socks, we crossed a white stone path, descended steps, and entered a half-underground circular building.

This structure, behind the shrine, is the mausoleum, housing the Oshika clan’s ancestral urns.

Inside was a wide circular room, about ten meters in diameter, with a ceiling over three meters high. The walls had countless niches, some holding urns.

Four large openings led to even larger chambers, reportedly.

At the room’s center was an altar. Oddly, a wide bed stood before it. Why a bed here? My first visit, so I don’t know if it’s permanent or for today.

I followed the priestess to the altar and stopped, waiting for the heads to enter.

Once all were inside and two maidens closed the entrance, I handed the urn to the priestess at her prompting. She placed it on the altar and stepped back. Two maidens offered flowers.

The priestess recited a brief prayer, and we observed a moment of silence.

Then, she turned, looked at me, and smiled.

“To ensure the late Oshika head, Hikaru-sama, departs to the afterlife in peace, the current head, Akira-sama, will engage in intercourse with each branch head to send him off.”

“…What?”

Wait, no one told me.

While I reeled, the maidens removed my haori and untied my hakama, leaving me naked except for tabi. After a week of maids undressing me, I didn’t resist. So that’s why I wore no underwear today.

The priestess untied her hakama, letting it fall. She, too, was bare underneath.

“Uh, so, with all forty?”

“With me and the maidens, forty-five.”

She removed her eboshi and hairpin, her long black hair cascading down.

“But forty shots is tough…”

“Forty-five.”

That’s not the point.

Forty or forty-five, that’s beyond a day’s ejaculation limit. How many hours would it take?

“No need to worry. We don’t expect you to ejaculate inside everyone.”

But she didn’t deny I’d need to penetrate them all.

“First, you’ll ejaculate inside me. Normally, the head’s wife or fiancée would do this, but as you have none, I, as priestess, will serve. Then, you’ll penetrate each branch head for up to five minutes, switching if you ejaculate or after five minutes if you don’t. Finally, you’ll penetrate each maiden for five minutes, concluding the send-off.”

So, only the priestess requires ejaculation; the rest need five minutes of thrusting. That’s… about four hours of continuous sex. A four-hour endurance test?

I might ejaculate a few times, shortening it. Ideally, I’d finish just as one woman’s time ends and ejaculate immediately with the next. Ejaculating with all forty-five is impossible, so I’d hold back when close until the next woman.

…What am I thinking? Even for a ritual, treating it like a duty is disrespectful. I need to make them feel good, or I’m not a man—my penis would be ashamed. Even if impossible, I should aim to ejaculate in everyone. For Hikaru and past Oshika heads watching, I can’t just endure four hours pathetically. To send him off peacefully, I’ll give my all to seed all forty-five.

“Understood. I’ll do my best with all my spirit.”

“Please do.”

The priestess lay on the bed, legs spread. Prompted by a maiden, I climbed on.

The maidens joined, one gently stroking my half-erect penis with delicate fingers.

The priestess touched her spread groin, parting her vagina and rubbing her clitoris.

Her mature beauty’s shameless display and the young maiden’s touch turned my partial erection fully hard.

The maiden reluctantly slid her fingers off and left the bed. I gripped my penis and knelt between the priestess’s legs.

Then, I realized something crucial—I didn’t know her name.

“Excuse me, what’s your name?”

“I haven’t introduced myself. My apologies. I’m Meneko Sakumi, priestess of the Oshika Shrine.”

Sakumi-san. Got it.

“I’m going in.”

“Please.”

No foreplay, but she’d prepared herself, so it’s fine. I pressed my tip against her moist lips and pushed in.

“Nku, u!”

“Haaaa!”

I groaned, and Sakumi-san moaned longingly. It’s like Reiran-san’s sensation—writhing vaginal walls clinging, caressing from all sides.

Despite the pleasure twisting my body, I thrust deeper. The grip wasn’t tight, but the teasing walls felt incredible.

I wanted to ejaculate, but that wouldn’t satisfy Sakumi-san. The ritual only needs ejaculation, but as Oshika head, I have pride—born this week. I must make her feel good, even if I can’t make her climax.

I pulled out and thrust again, moving rhythmically. I grabbed her breasts… so soft, amazing! Not huge, but large enough to spill over my hands.

I kneaded her soft, ample breasts while thrusting.

Smack, smack, smack, smack.

Gucho, gucho, gucho, gucho.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, uun!”

The vaginal walls and folds clung, the stimulation intense—not overwhelming, but the complex pressure and friction were too much.

“Ku, u, I’m coming!”

Spurt!

Throb, throb, throb, throb.

I poured semen into her mature womb.

“Ku, sorry, I couldn’t make you climax.”

Still inside, hips trembling, I apologized to Sakumi-san below. She seemed to feel it but was far from climax.

“No, it felt wonderful… n. Please, another time.”

“Yes.”

I want to make her climax now, but with many women waiting, I’ll save it.

I pulled out from her enchanting vagina.