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William Rex 2nd Birthday Campaign: Story (2024)

Chapters 1 - 3

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!! Contains spoilers from William's main story !!

1st Birthday Campaign Story

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I occasionally find myself reminiscing about the very first time I touched the pair of hands that took lives and gave freedom to others at the same time.

I have no regrets about surrendering everything in my life to those hands.

That’s why, today too, I’m by your side and singing my songs of love for you to my heart's content.

…

On my beloved’s birthday, I went to see my lover earlier than anyone else.

Kate: Happy birthday, Will!

William: Thank you, Kate. Looks like my little robin woke up earlier than usual today.

Kate: I did that to be the first to wish you a happy birthday.

William: Ahh, so that’s why this morning feels more wonderful.

William: What’s that tea trolley with the delicious looking black tea and sandwiches?

Kate: It’s your special birthday breakfast. I borrowed the kitchen this morning to prepare it.

Kate: Ah, but that's not all. I have more surprises prepared for you today—

William: … Fufu.

Kate: Will?

William: Nothing. I shall not doubt your confidence.

My cheeks turned red, it made me both happy and embarrassed to hear his jolly laughter.

Kate: Today’s your special day, and it has to be memorable for you.

Kate: I’m sorry for being so greedy.

William: You know that your greediness is what I love most about you, villainous woman.

Will smiled and gently pulled me closer by the waist.

William: Come, Kate. I shall enjoy the best breakfast with my adorable lover.

After finishing the dessert strawberries,

William: So, what does my greedy little robin want to do today?

Kate: What do you say about going to a photography studio to have your photograph taken?

William: A photograph… I’ve never thought of that.

Kate: I want to immortalise you, the embodiment of evil, as the fairytale keeper.

Kate: Words are wonderful indeed, but I feel that photographs are meaningful as well.

May my records of the self-righteous King’s sins be passed down from generation to generation, like a spoonful of poison warning against committing evil deeds.

“Look, the self-righteous King will come if you commit evil deeds. Therefore, you must never be evil”.

Because a fairytale can only end when evil has received judgement.

Kate: … You don’t want to?

William: I’d love to, this is a wonderful present you thought of. Thank you, Kate.

Kate: I’m relieved to hear that. Knowing you, there must already be one or two photos of you taken without your consent,

Kate: Besides, Her Majesty is quite a big fan of taking photos… right?

William: Yes, there's even a saying that “she is the pride of England’s photography”.

William: However, excluding a few candid shots Victor took, there has never been a proper photograph of me.

Kate: Why is that so?

William: Her Majesty never allows herself to be photographed. It’s unfair that I’m the only one being photographed, right?

William: Even though she has a role to play in this evil too, I’m the only one being known as the villain.

William’s exaggerated shrug brought a smile to my face without me realising it.

William: My “very first” photograph. I love this present from you.

(Will’s first… hehe)

Kate: Then let’s hurry to the photography studio. I have the carriage ready— ah.

When I was about to stand up and head out, Will pulled me back and I fell into his chest.

William: Before that, I want a birthday kiss.

Kate: … But we’ll be late for the photoshoot.

(I want a kiss too.)

(But I know that if we kiss, we won't be able to stop.)

William: You’re being a naughty girl, saying things that go against what your heart desires and making me out to be the bad guy.

William: Kate, “what do you want”...?

He easily exposed my innermost desires, unravelling my heart like loosening a knot.

There was no point trying to hide anything from Will.

Kate: Will, I want a kiss.

William: Shall we do that until we get tired of it, Kate?

…

We would never get tired of kissing, so we reluctantly parted our lips and made our way to the studio just in time.

Studio Owner: I’ve been awaiting your arrival!

Studio Owner: We have lovely weather today, so we can have a photoshoot both indoors and outdoors.

Studio Owner: Where would you like to have your photos taken?

Kate: … Will would look amazing outdoors. Ah, but he looks good indoors too.

Studio Owner: Ahaha, let’s do both then. This way, please.

Kate: Oh, thank you…

William: You’re so lovely when you’re being loyal to your desires. Well then, I shall live up to your expectations.

The photoshoot began a few minutes later, and it didn't take me long to realise what Will meant by those words.

(W-William… he looks PERFECT!)

With every pose Will struck, I could only sigh in awe.

William: How do I look, Kate?

Kate: … Perfect. Ah, please show us a wink.

William: Ahahaha! I’m glad you're enjoying this.

— At that moment, the doorbell at the entrance of the studio rang.

An elderly couple walked in.

Elderly Woman: My, are we a little too early?

William: We were just about to take a break. Would you like to proceed with your photoshoot?

…

Studio Owner: Let’s start the photoshoot! Alright, here we go.

We decided to watch the elderly couple during their photoshoot.

Under the clear blue sky, their smiles and the present moment were captured with every click of the camera shutters.

(They lived a long life together snuggled up like this… how beautiful.)

Watching them hold hands, their hands wrinkled from old age, my chest felt tight.

“Destruction” awaited Will and I with open arms at the end of our love story.

There was no knowing for certain that our destruction wouldn't come tomorrow.

There might never come a day when we could lean on each other lovingly like that elderly couple.

(Even so, I have no regrets. I will continue to live freely by Will’s side until the final moment of my life.)

(It's my freedom and my heart’s desire to love him until the end.)

The heart that Will set free continues beating to this day.

William: ...

William: I have a favour to ask of you, Kate.

Kate: What is it? It’s your birthday, so I’ll do anything you want.

William: Sounds promising. Well then, will you take a photo together with me?

Kate: Together?

William: Yes. You’re allowed to refuse if you don't want to be remembered as the self-righteous King’s lover.

Kate: Let’s take a photo together!

Kate: … Actually… I’ve been wanting to take a photo with you…

William: Ahahaha! I had a feeling you did.

William: If that's the case, let us flaunt our evil to the fullest.

— I wonder what the people looking at our photographs in the future will think of us?

Will they think of me as a foolish woman who was spell-bound by the sinful self-righteous king, leading to my own destruction?

(I don't care what they’ll say about me.)

(Because my heart is free and happy.)

…

Upon returning to the castle after the photoshoot, I guided Will to the dining room.

All the members of Crown were present to celebrate his birthday as planned.

We had cake decorated with strawberries, enjoyed a delicious feast, and drank wine until late into the night—

…

Kate: Mm… nn…

I was roused from my sleep by the gentle sunlight hitting my eyelids, my body wrapped in the sheets and the heat from last night still lingering.

(Ah, Will and I got intimate last night, and we fell asleep right after—)

(Is Will still asleep?)

I slowly lifted my head from Will’s chest that smelled like roses and caught his eyes, the colour of blood gazing at me.

His eyes seemed to hide a gentle rainfall.

Kate: … Will?

William: … Kate.

William: How many more of such special moments will we have?

His tone sounded more serious than usual, I gazed at Will while being held close to his chest and listening carefully to his every word.

William: I don't mean that I’ll let you die easily, but…

William: We’ll never know for sure whether fate will take you away tomorrow.

Kate: Yeah…

William: However, that won't make me regret or give up on loving you…

William: No, instead, that’s why I—

Kate: Will, mm…

William pressed his lips to mine.

The kiss felt more passionate than usual, and I found myself reflexively clinging to his shirt—

Our lips finally parted and he whispered in between ragged breaths.

William: I will risk everything I have to love you.

William: I will listen to and cherish the voices from your heart, and sing the melody of the finest love song.

At that very moment, Will and I shared the same emotion in our hearts.

We didn't know what would happen tomorrow, making that moment all the more precious.

I felt alive.

Kate: Sometimes… I wonder…

Kate: What kind of facial expression will I be wearing when my ultimate destruction comes?

Kate: I think… I’ll surely be smiling happily.

William: … And when I’m holding your happily smiling dead body in my arms, your poison will spread and stop my breathing too.

Kate: … At that point of time, shall we go to sleep together at the finishing line?

William: … Yeah, sounds good to me.

William: But let's put that plan on hold for a bit.

William: For now, may I kiss those beautifully wicked lips of yours that can charm even the most sinful of men?

Kate: Yes… kiss me, Will.

Kate: Mm… nn…

William: Kate…

The desire in his gaze, the smell of roses in the air, the feeling of his hot fingertips on my skin.

Everything Will gave me fueled my desires and made me breathe.

(I was as good as dead before I met Will.)

I spent my life suppressing and killing my heart, ignoring my inner voice.

I felt lost, not knowing what I wanted.

Loving Will might’ve made me born again.

Kate: Will, Will…

William: … Hm?

Kate: If I keep being loved like this… I might never bear to leave you.

William: Want to hear something that’ll benefit you?

Kate: …? What is it? Please tell me.

William: I requested a day off on the day after my birthday.

William: Because I wasn't confident that I’d be able to let you leave this bed.

Kate: E-Eh…?

I was surprised for a brief moment before I burst out laughing.

Kate: … Fufu, ahaha!

Kate: I didn't expect you to surprise me again this year!

William: It’s not as if you don't know that I’m very loyal to my desires?

Kate: Yes, of course I know that.

William: So, Kate. Shall we make love in bed again, or—

Kate: I want it all. Give me a taste of everything.

William: Alright. … I was just thinking the same thing.

William: We’ll make love so hard, you’ll have scratches on your back.

Kate: Ah.

Will laughed as I looked in surprise at the scratches I left on his back last night.

…

A few days after Will’s birthday.

I went to the photo studio to collect the photos we took on his birthday—

Studio Owner: Huh? Didn't you just come to pick up your photos earlier on?

Kate: Eh? Was Will here?

Studio Owner: Yes. Fufu, the two of you sure think alike. The photos turned out wonderful too.

(I missed him. … This is embarrassing.)

(But it makes me wonder if Will was looking forward to seeing the photos. I’m happy if that's true.)

Kate: Thank you for taking such wonderful photos of us.

Studio Owner: …

Studio Owner: When he came to collect the photos, I told him “you look happy”.

Kate: Eh?

Studio Owner: But—

– Flashback Start -

William: Happy, huh. That’s strange, because people can never know what’s in another person’s heart.

William: Even though someone appears to be happy, they may be burdened by the feelings of loneliness, conflict…

William: Take these photographs for example. When the future generations look at them, it’s up to them how they want to feel.

William: But that's alright.

William: … Only the people in the photographs know the truth.

– Flashback End –

Studio Owner: That was why I couldn't help but ask him a question.

Studio Owner: “Is your heart happy?”

Kate: What did Will… what did he say?

Studio Owner: “It is, as long as I’m living with her”.

Kate: … I-Is that so?

(I… I see.)

Unexpectedly learning of Will’s genuine feelings made me so, so incredibly happy, I nearly cried.

At that very moment, I felt truly happy.

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rou-luxe · 11 days

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bro I just had a revelation I don't know if I've been stupid or not yk how elbie and william are friends but that's not really explained

this might get long so it's under the cut

they're both "royals": queen of hearts and evil queen I wonder if there's a deeper reason

but since they're friends, that might be why William lets Elbert carry you out in his path (commence: Elbie commits second male lead 😭😭). but then, wouldn't William ask that of any of his coworkers? doesn't he trust them enough? or maybe since Victor wasn't around he chose the next option?

why is Elbert so obsessed with you during William route (apparently it's because being with William -> MC more happy / smiles -> more beautiful)? there's gotta be another reason other than that. and Elbert and William don't seem to interact that much either. PLEASE. PLEASE CYBIRD. I want to see them talk and drink tea together 🔪🔪

same here for Ellis??? are they just chill calm cuties??? harrison path-ers help me out here???

slightly suggestive up ahead (Alfons)

and then of course there's this 😨 100% assumption but...

Cybird. What do you mean "playmates". why didn't they just say buddies or friends like the other two pairs above... (Alfons has the ability to satisfy all of Liam's curiosities... 😭)

does this mean canon yaoi these two don't seem to interact that much either so what is Cybird yapping about

strange how it's just the alice in wonderland trio that has this "well we don't talk much but we're friends" buddy system. the trio are on friendly terms in general also. maybe they're the one thing holding everyone together /j

roger feels like an honorary member of the briar duo at this point 😭😭

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ellisgirl · 7 months

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Ellis Twilight — I Want to Know Every Inch of You Collection Event

Seperate Bodies 🔞 tw: suggestive, NSFW

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Victor asked me to take the Crown's physical measurements for the purpose of health management and research—

I visited Ellis, who was easy to ask first, and it turned out to be the right decision.

Thanks to his great cooperation, the measurements proceeded very quickly.

Kate: “Thank you for your cooperation, Ellis. This concludes the measurement of your upper body."

Ellis: "That's good. By the way, Miss Kate, there's something I was curious about......"

Ellis: "Can you lend me a hand?"

Kate: "......? Yes, sure."

I held out my hand, wondering what he was going to do, and Ellis's hand came to rest on mine—

My hand was guided and touched his chest, which was bare…..for measurement.

I feel his moist skin all over my palm.

Ellis: ".….If you're interested in my body, you can touch it."

Kate: "Eh!? Uh, how.….”

Ellis: “Because I felt like I could feel your eyes piercing through me while you were measuring for my chest. ……Was it my misunderstanding?"

Kate: "You misunderstood..., there was nothing.”

Ellis looks slender when he's dressed, but when he takes his clothes off, he has an unexpectedly masculine body.

Although the measurements are taken seriously, I couldn't help but admire his thick chest and his well-defined abdominal muscles.

(I thought I was keeping a level head, but he knew.... How embarrassing……)

Ellis: “As much as you like, Miss Kate, go ahead.”

Kate: "E-Even if you ask me to go ahead….."

Even if I'm interested in touching another person's body, especially a man's body, my reservation and embarrassment will prevail.

(I know you're saying this for me, Ellis, but....I'll say no.)

I tried to take his hand away, saying It was fine if I didn’t touch him.

However, Ellis is holding my hand tighter than I imagined, and I can't get away from him even a little.

Ellis: "You don't have to hold back on me, so feel free to check with your hands."

You noticed I tried to take my hand away, your hands are literally so strong.

(If you've told me this much, it's not right to say no.….isn't it?)

(If I reject him excessively, then it seems like I'm being weirdly conscious of Ellis.....)

Deciding to accept the kindness, I slid my hand over his skin.

Kate: "....Muscles are softer than I thought. I thought it was harder."

Ellis: “When you're relaxed, yes. When you're exerting yourself, though, it gets harder......"

Kate: "Wow, that's amazing...!”

(Still, I think people are reluctant to have their skin touched...)

(Is Ellis used to being touched by other people…..?)

Even though the fun seems to rise, my heart is in turmoil at the defencelessness of Ellis, who let me touch him without any odd hesitation.

Ellis: "What's wrong?"

Kate: “Well......I was wondering if you do this to anyone who asks you to.”

Regret comes immediately after speaking out.

I knew Ellis was kind to everyone, but I speak as if I’m blaming him.

Ellis: “…..Don't worry, I didn't do anything that you would be worried about.”

The reply was ambiguous, as if it were an answer, but it wasn't.

I also notice a strange pause before the reply.

(What are the things that worry me? Have you ever let some else touches you, if only a little?…..)

Ellis's trivial words and actions have stuck with me, and I don't feel refreshed, as if a lees has settled in my mind.

(There's no reason to feel like this, but why am I.….)

Ellis: “If it still bothers you... Do you want to try touching somewhere else?”

Ellis: "....I really haven't shown this place to anyone, I haven't let anyone touch it."

Ellis: "Only for Miss Kate, special"

Kate: “Eh….”

Ellis pulled my hand again.

The hand that was touching his chest went down through his stomach.....and stop at his waist.

Kate: “….Ellis?”

Ellis: “No one touches it from here down, so go ahead.”

What Ellis is showing is below the bottoms... his lower body.

Kate: "Ah, uh..... This is not usually a place to let people touch, is it?"

Ellis: “What would you like to do, Miss Kate?”

Ellis: "Rather than normal or common sense, I want to do what you want to do."

Ellis: "I've been thinking about how to make you happy."

Even if that feeling of Ellis is one that is poured out without division to all.

I was the only one in his eyes right now.

Kate: "I, am......"

(......If there is a place on Ellis's body where only I am allowed, I want to touch it.)

The sweet sound of "special" made me forget to reply and my throat started to throb.

Ellis: ".....You can do whatever you want."

I finally gave a small nod as my gentle forgiveness.

Ellis: “Shall we proceed slowly? Let's start with........to the first joint of your finger."

Is Ellis pulling my hand, or am I proceeding with my own will? I don't know anymore.

My fingertips slip under his bottoms without any sense of reality, as if I were in a dream.

Ellis: "Second joint........”

Kate: “Ah.”

My advanced fingertips feel the rough texture of the skin. It's hot and humid inside.

Ellis: “Hmm. …..fufu, I’ve gone all the way in to the base of your fingers, haven't I?"

Ellis smiled like a child whose prank had succeeded.

Contrary to that innocence, I felt like I was doing something I shouldn’t...., I was scared.

Kate: "Uh, I guess..."

I came to my senses and pulled out my fingertips, grazing the deep part of him.

Ellis: “Nn…gh”

(……!)

Ellis: “Sorry..... I was so ticklish, I made a weird noise."

Kate: “N-no, it’s not….”

Ellis's sweet voice, which leaked a little, remains in my ears.

(The fact that I'm the only one who can touch Ellis here...)

(And that lovely voice I just heard, is that just for me?)

The thought of it is irresistibly lovely and makes me want to touch and listen to it again.

(But, as expected, no more...)

Ellis: "....More touches if you like, Miss Kate."

Taking my hesitant hand again, Ellis let me touch it through the bottoms.

Kate: “……Uh”

I gasped as I felt something passionately insisting on the area I touched.

Ellis: "This is what happened, so...I would like you to lend me a hand."

Kate: "B-but...I already had taken your body measurements.….”

I finally remember my job and give my opinion with a voice that seems to disappear.

Ellis: "Well then..... Do you want to check here with your hands? If it's a measurement, then there's no problem."

Kate: "...............I got it."

(It's just an extra of his body measurements, just to make sure......)

Like a butterfly lured by sweet nectar, I slipped my hand there again.

Ellis: “Ah... Haa….."

As I stroke him slowly while watching him, Ellis lets out a hot exhale of aggravation.

Ellis: “Miss, Kate…..”

(.....I'm weird. I can't take my eyes off him.)

He is so lovely, so cute, so disturbed by my hand that I want to see more of him.

Driven by the impulse, I moved my fingers with a strong and weak pressure so that Ellis could feel good.

Ellis: “……Nngh”

Kate: “Here…..is it?”

Ellis: "Nnm..... There, it feels good...."

His hips swayed loosely as he rubbed against my hand.

I was happy to know that I wasn't the only one who wanted to be touched.

(.....I want you to feel even better with my hand.)

At first, it was only my fingertips, but gradually I used the whole palm of my hand to wrap it up and continued to stimulate it.

Ellis: “……Nngh!”

Kate: "I-I'm sorry. Did I push too hard...?"

Ellis: “No... I'm fine. I just felt so good I was about to lose it."

Ellis: “You can touch me however you like. ....I'll make my place exclusive to you, Miss Kate."

(I, exclusive….)

The haze in my mind that I felt when I thought Ellis might have let someone else touched him cleared up.

(I see….. I wanted to monopolise you.)

(I didn't want anyone else to touch or see Ellis...that's what I thought)

If you know your feelings, there is only one thing to do.

As time permits, I continued to touch where only I was allowed and stare at Ellis, who exhaled shallowly.

Fin.

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sakivonobsidian · 2 months

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Gilbert von Obsidian If you served your master ～Beast and Maid～ voiced story

☆ I don't usually translate so there will be probably lots of mistakes, sorry in advance ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

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There is one person who mustn't be defied in the country of Obsidian, where military and ore reign.

The calamity of the world, the trampling beast—only he possesses those evil titles, without exception.

Gilbert: A maid having such courage to defy her master, huh? What did you just say? Say it again.

The atmosphere in the room was so oppressive that breathing was difficult.

My master was smiling pleasantly but his blood-coloured eye showed no hint of amusement.

(My body is trembling even when we're supposedly lovers.)

Gilbert doesn't mind the difference in our status as maid and master and pays no attention to our forbidden love

That’s because he is the absolute ruler of this land.

He openly loves me without minding other's opinions but still he sometimes directs his killing intent towards me mercilessly.

Gilbert: Just this time I'll forgive this.

(...Don't run, Emma. Even against Gilbert, there are things I cannot yield.)

Clutching my so tight it hurts, I face Gilbert.

Emma: I won't return to my room.

Gilbert: Oh...you want to be punished that badly, huh? You're doing something right now that could get you killed, you know?

Gilbert presses the cane he was holding against my throat.

Gilbert: There's no mercy for a maid who doesn't obey her master's orders.

Emma: ...

“I might be killed for real”

With his hand pressing firmly against my throat, my heart screams of danger.

Yet, I refuse to retreat, and instead, I grasp Gilbert's cane.

Emma: I won't change my mind, even if I'm killed.

Gilbert: Why?

Emma: Because I truly love you.

Gilbert: Hmm... you're quite brave, aren't you? Isn't being a maid about obediently serving one's master?

Emma: No. It's about considering and acting in the master's best interest. If a maid simply obediently follows orders, then she's no different from a slave.

Gilbert: I see... maybe I've been too permissive.

Gilbert drops the cane and then grabs my neck with his cold hands. I never avert my gaze even when my throat is lightly pressed.

(Ah... it smells like blood.)

When I had that thought my face was blocked by a beautiful face who pressed his lips against mine.

Emma: ...

Gilbert: Just kidding.

The oppressive mood that filled the room vanished as if was an illusion and it became easier to breath.

Gilbert: Looks like I've been exposed. If you're that worried, shouldn't you hurry and bring the medicine box? And while yo do so, you could maybe tend me too.

Emma: Y-Yes!

(Finally, he acknowledged it.)

I hurriedly move away from Gilbert and pick up the medicine box that is always kept in the room.

The box is supervised by Gilbert's own physician and contains first aid supplies and treatment tools to treat both external and internal wounds.

(Gilbert usually hides illnesses and injuries skilfully.)

(But lately, I've become better at seeing through it.)

I don't know if it's whether Gilbert is unconsciously letting his guard down or if I've developed a deeper understanding towards my master.

However, since Gilbert doesn't take care of his own body, whether as a maid or a lover and even if it means risking my life, I couldn't turn a blind eye to it.

Gilbert: You seem pleased.

Gilbert chuckles in disbelief and sits on the bed.

Emma: There's no reason not to be happy. Since Gilbert, who always refuses to show weakness, has finally relented.

Gilbert: It's not like I mind being seen. However, if you see a wound you'll make a face like you want to cry, right? I like to see you cry, but it annoys me when the reason are the wounds inflicted by someone else.

Emma: ...Your range of jealousy is too wide.

Gilbert: That's just how much I love you.

Gilbert seemed to be in a good mood as he casually returns my previous words.

(...Maybe, despite everything, he didn't dislike it.)

I approach the bed and sit beside Gilbert who takes off his clothes so he can be treated more easily.

On his exposed left arm, there were painful traces of previous bleeding.

Emma: ...Did you get Walter-san to look at it?

Gilbert: Haha, no way.

Emma: Gilbert-sama...

Gilbert: The wound it's not that deep. It'll be fine if you just put some medicine on it.

Emma: If that's what you say...

(My master is always in a position where his life is targeted.)

(Injuries that would never thought of are probably common for Gilbert.)

I wipe away the blood, apply the medicine, and bandage it.

I can't avoid feeling the pain, even though it's Gilbert who's injured.

(...This is bad.)

Though I'm determined not to make a face like I'm about to cry, I involuntarily frown.

I lower my gaze as I can't hide or disguise it under a smile and Gilbert, who wears a shirt now, lifts my chin with his finger.

Gilbert: You'd be punished if you were just a maid, but you're also my lover. I'll make an exception for you... but in return, should I have you serve me?

A brief kiss changes Gilbert's behaviour completely.

He transforms into a seductive figure and pins me down onto the bed.

Gilbert: Come on, open your mouth. Or are you going to defy me again?

Emma: …No.

(If I have to cry, I'd rather drown in Gilbert's embrace.)

Emma: But I don't like this position.

Gilbert: Oh, defying me after all?

Emma: It's not that…! It's just that... it strains your arm, Gilbert-sama.

I manage to free myself and sit up. Gilbert, in turn, ends up rolling onto the sheets.

Gilbert: Alright then, let's do it like this.

Emma: ... ...

Gilbert: Maid, you know what you should do, right...?

(Truly, this man...)

Breathing deeply, I straddle Gilbert's body while trying to calm my racing heart that is now agitated by a different reason than before.

As I kiss his cold lips, his hand wraps around the back of my head.

Our tongues intertwine, and his cold lips, occasionally nibbling at me, grow warmer.

When I retaliate with a bite, Gilbert raises his knee and mercilessly rocks between my legs.

Emma: Ahn...!

Gilbert: ...Your know that for every bit of defiance you'll have to work harder to please me, right?

The pleasure forcibly dragged out overwhelms my body.

I can still say that I love this evil prince even when being faced with intimidation, threats and the attempt to drown me in pleasure.

Because the love that overflows from his red eye reflects his true feelings and they can't be hidden.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #gilbert von obsidian spoilers #イケメン王子 #イケプリ #ギルベルトフォンオブシディアン

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I’m His Cherished Doll (Jude Jazza)

Just in case but MDNI bc it’s quite suggestive. Very sorry some things might be inaccurate and could probably be worded better but I tried my best to match the JP’s nuance (key word tried🥹). Story belongs to CYBIRD ofc.

The crown surrounded me who had became small because of a potion I accidentally took.

(No matter who I choose, it won’t be simple….)

As my eyes were swimming, my gaze met Jude’s who was talking to Roger.

(…Jude doesn’t seem to like small creatures)

(He would step on it, saying he got irritated looking at it)

Jude: What’s with that rude look on your face.

Kate: What are you talking about?

Jude: Don’t play dumb, you’re pissing me off.

Ellis: Kate, would you like Jude to take care of you?

Kate: Eh!?

Jude: Ah? Absolutely not.

Jude: She’s going to cry out loud about how she can’t change back.

Jude: What a pain.

Kate: I-I won’t cry.

Jude: Hn? Is that so.

He looked down at me with a mocking look and I felt frustration rise from the depths of my stomach.

(It’s my fault this situation happened…)

(Whatever the outcome is, I will stand firm.)

Kate: Then please watch over me, I definitely won’t cry.

Jude: ……

Victor: Does that mean you want to ask Jude to take care of you?

Kate: Eh? Ah…….

I hesitated for a moment. I can’t imagine what I will go through.

(But… If I pull back now, it would mean that I’m admitting Jude was right and I don’t like it.)

Kate: …..Yes, I would like to ask Jude.

Jude: Ha………

Jude looked away to a distant place*** in disgust and sighed,

He picked me up by the collar.

Kate: Kyaaaa!?

Jude: It would be better for you to not rage/struggle, princess.

Jude: If you slip and fall, you might accidentally get stepped on, right?

Kate: Hih……

The smaller the size, the more powerful this ruthless villain’s face gets.

Jude: You’re already tearing up. If you want to take back what you said, why don’t you do it now?

I’m sure I will glare back at those amethyst eyes that look down on me.

(…….. I will definitely not lose….!)

—————

Jude left the castle with me picked up.

Kate: Jude, if I’m left hanging like this I would for sure…….!

Jude: You could be targeted by some bad guy or get eaten by a bird.

Kate: Could you please hide me then……?

Jude: There’s no place to hide a creature that won’t crush it.

(…..Well, indeed.)

Jude’s shirt and jacket had no breast pockets,

If he were to put me in the pocket of his pants, I will surely be crushed to death.

Kate: …..How about wrapping me with the palm of your hands…..?

Jude: ………

Jude’s palm gently rolled around my torso.

(Ah………….)

His fingers were so long that it was more than enough to go around my torso,

My instinctive sense of danger rose when I felt slight tightening.

Jude: You know what? You’re so cute I might just crush you.

Kate: …….Nn

Suppressing my fear, I gripped the fingers around my body.

Kate: Sure. Then I will bite your hand and resist.

Jude: ……Tch

Jude clicked his tongue in annoyance and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt with one hand.

Kate: ? What are you doi- Wa!?

Just as I tilted my head back, plop, he threw me into his shirt

Kate: Hey…..!?

When I realized that I had been thrown into the space between Jude’s bare skin and his shirt, my face heated up.

Kate: Wha-What the……. You can just use your hand…….!

Jude: You’re so noisy. I can’t smoke if I hold out my hand.

Kate: But…. This…..

No matter how much my body shrunk, my arms and cheeks were touching his bare body.

The thought of touching Jude’s bare skin made me feel a sense of wickedness.

(I smell the bitterness of cigarettes…… and a sweet smell that scares me a little)

Usually, I can only faintly smell the scent as we pass by each other, but it envelopes my entire body, making my heart flutter uncontrollably.

Jude: ….. By the way, if you try anything naughty, I will crush you through my shirt.

Kate: I would never do that….!

Jude ignored my upset state and calmly walked away.

—————

(Here, the library….?)

Jude pulled me out from his shirt and tossed me onto the sofa set up on the side,

He walked among the bookshelves as if he already knew what he was looking for, and picked up a book that appeared to be it without hesitation and returned.

Jude started to read the book while sitting on the sofa, and I spoke to him softly.

Kate: Today’s work, is it okay if you don’t go……?

Jude: ……….

Kate: ……….. What are you reading?

Jude: ……….

Jude seemed determined to ignore me.

(……. You could just tell me a little.)

I scoot over the sofa and climbed on Jude’s lap.

Jude: …… Oi

(The letters are too big….. And the words are too difficult to understand…. “Plasma Half Life”?)

(Must be a medical journal or something….)

Jude: ……….

The moment I leaned forward between the pages to read the words at the top-

Kate: … Ah!

Suddenly, the book snapped shut and crushed me.

Kate: Wha-what are you doing……!?

Jude: What, I thought it was a bug but it was a talking bug.

The book pops open, and my body that had been sandwiched rolls onto the page.

Kate: Un-Unbelievable………

Jude: How bad of you to climb on top of the book. Apologize to the book.

Kate: That’s……

Kate: ….. Indeed, I may have misbehaved.

(…. I’m the one causing you trouble, but I get mad at you for being a little mean to me.)

(I…. Maybe I’m a little crazy)

This situation we’re in is my fault.

No matter what the outcome is, I’ll stand firm….. I was trying to be strong like that, but the truth is.

(I’m anxious and confused.)

(Perhaps… I was trying to take it all out on Jude)

Kate: ….. I’m sorry, Jude.

Jude: I told you to apologize to the book, not me.

Jude picked me up from the top of the book and tossed me next to him on the sofa.

Jude: Enough. It’s time for the princess to shut up and go to sleep.

Kate: ……. Okay.

Curled up on his knees, Jude started reading again.

The sound of long fingers turning pages, and occasionally the sound of a pen being used to take notes.

Listening to such sounds, I gradually felt sleepy.

Kate: ……. Un.

Suddenly, I woke up to the sound of someone talking.

(Jude….and Ellis….?)

Ellis: I’ve already informed to postpone the meeting that was scheduled today.

Ellis: Also, that buyer came again, this time saying he wanted to have a business meeting and left some samples.

Ellis: And then…

As I gradually start to wake up, various paperwork comes in.

(… I knew it, he still had work to do today…)

Ellis: You didn’t bring Kate around with you, is it because you didn’t want her to get into all sorts of trouble?

Jude: Ah?

Ellis: Jude who is watched by various kinds of people….

Ellis: If they see Kate outside in that state, I don’t know what they’ll do to her.

Jude: ….NO.

Jude: Here, take this to Roger.

Ellis: What’s this?

Jude: A summary of the literature that damn doctor gave me this morning. Just give it to him and he’ll understand.

Ellis: Ah… Did he say he might need it to help Kate change back?

Without answering the question, Jude waved his hand to shoo Ellis away.

By that time, I was already wide awake.

(Ah……)

I felt weight on my body and leaned over to see that Jude’s jacket was draped over me.

(…… Why)

You bully me and try to make me cry, yet you show such kindness when I’m asleep.

My heart tightens as I’m enveloped by the sweet and bitter scent that I have unexpectedly become familiar with.

(Jude’s scent….)

The scent I inhaled made my core hot, as if it had been ignited.

Jude: You’re awake at last, Sleeping Beauty.

Kate: ……

My heart skipped a beat. When I looked up, I saw amethyst eyes staring at me.

Kate: …… Thank you.

Jude: Huh? You must’ve mistaken it for good morning.

Kate: No, I meant……….

Kate: Work…. You took a break from work to do some research for me…..?

Jude: You were eavesdropping, nasty woman.

Jude: I didn’t do it for you. It’s just to get this bad omen/charm over with.

Kate: Still…

Kate: It made me happy.

It was very embarrassing to tell him, so I clutched his jacket tightly.

My face feels hot… and my body feels hot too.

(… It must be the side effects of the drug.)

(I’m sure of it.)

I immediately gave reason to this strange reaction my body gave.

Otherwise, the heat would be uncontrollable.

Jude: … Ha.

Suddenly, Jude’s long fingertips lifted my chin.

Jude: What’s with that face? You’re such a gullible woman.

Kate: …..

My chest tightened and my breath hitched.

Why does my heart beat so loudly even when I’m told such terrible things.

Jude: What, you’re so breathing so hard. You’re aroused.

Kate: …..

Jude: If anything happens to this tiny body, it will break you.

Kate: Ah……

With a poke on my shoulder, I fell into the sea of Jude’s jacket.

His scent grew stronger, and I felt a sweet tingle in the pit of my stomach that made me feel dizzy.

Jude: ……..

As if he could see right through me, Jude’s fingertips firmly pressed on the area just below the navel.

Kate: Uhn, ah……..

My legs jumped and I instinctively squeezed my thighs together.

Jude: …. What, you got turned on from this? You’re really bad huh.

Kate: …..

My heart pulsed violently, and I closed my eyes tightly to cover up the tears that were slowly seeping out-

Kate: ….. Eh!?

Jude: …..!

Like a silk ribbon unraveling, my body smoothly returned to its original state.

Kate: Ah….. I’m back……!? Why…..!?

Jude: The drug must’ve worn off.

Jude: It was either naturally diluted by metabolism or it decomposed.

Jude: Ha-….. Shit, all that research I did was for nothing.

My heart was still racing when Jude clicked his tongue in irritation.

(T-Thank goodness…….)

(I don’t know what would have happened to me if I couldn’t go back-)

Jude: …. So, how long are you gonna stay dressed like that?

Kate: ….. Eh?

(Dressed like that?)

I looked around and saw that the doll clothes I’ve been wearing had fallen to the side of the sofa.

(Huh? I, right now-)

Kate: P-Please don’t look at me!

I quickly got up and put on Jude’s jacket that was under my body.

Jude: Oi, that’s mine.

Kate: C-Can I please borrow it for a moment………

Jude: I don’t like it. You must’ve wet it from earlier. It’s dirty.

Kate: Wet…..!? I-I won’t get it dirty……..

Jude: Oh? Then, let’s see.

Kate: Let’s see….How……?

Jude: Don’t you get it?

Jude put his hands on the sofa and brought his face closer to mine.

I watched his long fingers sink into to the soft sofa, right next to my knee…..

Kate: ………..

I felt a rush of excitement, and I hurriedly pulled the front of his jacket tighter, pressing my thighs together.

Kate: N-No, no………..

Jude: ………..

Jude looked down at me with a cold look and without saying word.

I became conscious of the jacket that was under my bottoms, which made my body hot.

(…. If this keeps up, I’ll really-)

My heart was pounding and I took a deep breath to regulate my breathing.

Jude: …. What are you expecting?

Jude withdrew without revealing the inside of the jacket.

Kate: I-I’m not expecting anything…….

Jude: Liar. You’re getting all teary-eyed because you’re imagining getting it all dirty.

The heat is so palpable that my body stiffened.

Jude: If you get it dirty, you will have to compensate for it, but if you don’t then I’ll let you borrow it.

Kate: C-Compensate…..

Jude: What will it be?

(Compensation, what)

What will he make me do.

I don’t know, but I’m sure it would thicken me up, but not hurt me. Yes I’m sure of it.

If I imagine, my body would probably get even hotter-,

It’s because of the sweet and bitter scent that still haunts me.

The End.

*** They used the idiom: 明後日の方

* It’s 4am there are probably errors I missed

#hes very actions speak louder than words #even tho his words are already strong enough haha #95k story was pretty packed #jude jazza #ikevil #ikemen villains

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otomefiend · 9 months

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Victor

Story Event: I want to steal you (95k bonus)

Thanks Cybird for being awful teases. I guess that's how it's going to be with Victor then. By the end, Kate will die of thirst.

I have a sudden urge to give this girl a harem ending. 😏

~~~

I opened my eyes to the rare sight of all members of the Crown gathered together.

William: "It's time for you to choose to whom you're going to belong to, Kate."

(To choose... 'whom I will belong to'?)

(What's with William all of a sudden ---)

I wanted to laugh it off and say what a joke it was, but the atmosphere was too serious for that.

Moreover, the William I knew always seemed free-spirited and fun but most certainly wasn't a jokester.

(Then what does this all mean...?)

When I suddenly crossed my sight with Harrison's, I blurted out instinctively.

Kate: "Harrison, what the heck is this all about?"

Harrison: "Unlucky for you, what Will said is basically it."

Harrison: "Everyone here wants you so badly, they can't wait to get their hands on you."

Harrison: "I like you, Kate. Now, is this a truth or a lie..?"

Liam: "That's not fair, Harry. Kate, choose me... I'll go crazy without you."

Elbert: "Kate, look only at me... I want you... I don't want anyone else to have you."

Alfons: "You can't be satisfied with those tedious men. Wouldn't you rather do something shameless and fun with me?"

Roger: "It's my job to play with you, isn't it? I'm certain I can torment you until you cry."

Ellis: "Kate, I'll make you happier than anyone else... so choose me."

Jude: "The moment I take my eyes off you, you're immediately being hit on... Didn't I put a collar on you so you'd know who you belonged to?"

Kate: "What on earth happened to you all...?"

William: "Now then, Kate. `What would you like to do`?"

I stood there stupefied and completely lost for words until someone took my hand.

???: "--- Kate. Here, come with me."

Guided by their hand, I run out into the corridor. Only then did I get a chance to look at the face of my saviour.

Kate: "......Victor."

Victor: "Phew, I'm glad I could get you out."

I felt instant relief wash over me under the gaze of his jewel-like eyes.

Kate: "I... have no idea why this is happening..."

Victor: "I knew it was a matter of time."

Kate: "Huh..?"

Victor: "You're so charming, Kate. It's no wonder that living together under the same roof made everyone fall in love with you."

Kate: ".......Victor."

Victor: "I have no idea who you're going to choose."

Victor: "But I'll always keep watching over you. Think of me like a large birdcage."

Kate: "Birdcage..?"

Victor: "Yes, I want to see you live freely. See what you want to see, do what you want to do."

Victor: "I'm sure those things will make you an even more wonderful lady."

The door to the birdcage called Victor was always opened.

Always watching over me and setting me free. ...... I guess that was what he meant.

(I'm glad Victor feels this way. His words couldn't be more reassuring)

(... though I wonder why I feel a little bit lonely?)

Victor: "Those are my true feelings. Nevertheless... let me add one more thing."

Victor: "Kate, the last man you choose whilst flying freely..."

(Ah..?)

Suddenly, my arm was pulled and I found myself in his strong embrace.

Victor: "...is going to be me."

The scent of the deep night that accompanied Victor enveloped my whole body and finally made me realise the meaning behind the loneliness I had felt before.

(Ah, I see...)

(I wished for Victor to want me like this...)

(Not as a bystander but an interested party)

As soon as I became aware of it, my chest ached so sweetly that I couldn't even put my arm around Victor's back.

Victor: "What will you say to that, Kate?"

~~~

Kate: "Y-yes..!"

Victor: "........"

Kate: "......w-what?"

(......)

(Maybe that was all ---)

Victor: "Haha! I was going to cover you with my coat since you were having a nap, which is quite rare for you, I might add."

Victor: "Are you awake, Kate?"

(Ugh, I knew it!)

Kate: "I'm sorry, I can't believe I fell asleep while you were reviewing my report..."

Victor: "I'm hardly surprised. You were working on it until late, weren't you?"

Kate: ".... how do you know about this?"

Victor: "I noticed that light was pouring out of your room."

Victor: "You always give your best, Kate. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your honest work."

Kate: "......... no, no, not at all!"

As the vivid memory of my dream resurfaced, I felt my cheeks begin to heat up.

(... why such a dream? I have to try not to be overly self-conscious about it)

While I let my gaze wander, trying to hide the content of my dream,

(What?)

I noticed a beautiful birdcage on the office desk.

Kate: "Victor, that birdcage..."

Victor: "Hmm? Oh, this one?"

Victor: "This is, my dear Kate"

He lifted my chin with his index finger and narrowed his eyes.

Victor: "--- something to keep you locked in."

(---!)

Victor: "Just kidding. It looks like Elbert got a mynah bird, and Al asked me for a cage for it."

Victor: "I've heard that mynah birds can talk..."

Victor: "Huh, Kate? Is something wrong?"

Kate: "This is bad for my heart... Victor."

Victor: "It is...?"

~~~

#ikemen villains #ikevil #victor #ikevil victor #ikevil story event #bonus story #fan translation

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 10 months

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Give Me Everything You Have

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Emma: “...........”

(Why...?)

Emma: “...........”

(Why aren’t you saying anything!?)

Emma silently waited for my birthday to come.

Silvio: “What happened to you earlier?”

Emma: “What are you talking about?”

Silvio: “You have this intense gaze like you’re about to pounce on me.”

Emma: “Don’t worry about it.”

Silvio: “Don’t be ridiculous.”

(Damn it, just say it already.)

(You want to celebrate my birthday, don’t you?)

For the past few days, she’d been restless and unable to calm down.

It was evident that she was secretly preparing something for my birthday.

(Just tell me you want my time, and I’ll give it to you.)

Silvio: “By the way, it’s not good for you to stay up so late. It’ll affect your health.”

I thought if I urged her to go to sleep, she would tell me she wanted to celebrate my birthday.

Emma: “I’m an adult. I’ll be fine.”

But she wouldn’t back down.

Silvio: “That’s not an excuse. Should I put you to bed like an adult, then?”

Emma: “No, thank you!”

While we were having such an exchange, the bell rang to tell us that it was midnight.

(Damn it, time's up.)

(Well, whatever. I'll make you regret not asking me directly.)

(You probably have no idea what my birthday is like.)

As expected, the moment midnight arrived, there was a knock on the door.

(These people never get tired of doing this year after year.)

Emma was about to say something but gave up, and I opened the door.

What I saw was a long line of people.

Emma peeked out from behind me and glanced down the hallway, utterly speechless.

Emma: "This is…"

Silvio: "It's always like this on my birthday."

Silvio: "Everyone tries to get my attention, resulting in fierce competition."

(This is such a hassle.)

Birthdays were nothing more than diplomacy and negotiations. Honestly, I wasn't excited about it.

(If only you had asked, I would've brushed all of this aside.)

(There are hardly any people here genuinely celebrating my birthday.)

Naturally, it wasn't always like this.

As the first prince, I have had glamorous birthday parties since I was a child, but their purpose was not for celebration; it was solely to maintain my mother's image.

That damn old man would only attend at first and then leave immediately, making it a laughably insincere birthday.

The number of attendees was small, and everyone celebrated out of obligation rather than genuine joy.

That changed when I gained money.

As my assets increased, more and more people came forward, expressing their desire to celebrate my birthday.

And that was how it evolved to the point where there would be long lines as midnight struck.

But those people, after saying “Happy birthday,” immediately shift the conversation to official duties and business matters.

Even though the number increased, in the end, it was still the same back then.

(But you’re different, Emma.)

(Hurry up and celebrate me.)

Even the next morning, the celebrations continued without interruption. After finishing breakfast and heading out into the city, the situation worsened.

(It’s even worse than last year. Probably because it’s been decided I’ll be the next king.)

There might be some among them genuinely celebrating, but I couldn’t help but be skeptical.

As I walked, trying to navigate the crowd, I suddenly felt someone firmly grabbing my arm.

It was Emma, desperately clinging to me, determined not to let go.

(Why are you so adorable like that?)

(Or not.)

Silvio: “You...!”

Emma: “If I don’t do this, we’ll get separated!”

Silvio: “Don’t do such things in public.”

Emma: “I was just holding onto your arm!”

Silvio: “That’s exactly the problem. “

Silvio: “Even though so many people are watching today, you’re too cute that I can’t keep a straight face.”

Emma: “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you!”

Silvio: “Ah, is that so? Then I won’t say it again!”

(Damn it. There’s no way I can spend the day as usual.)

(If you’re that desperately clinging to me like this, I’ll give you another chance.)

Using the knights to shake off the people, we managed to enter an alleyway.

Finally, we had a moment alone together.

Silvio: “Those guys should tone it down a bit.”

(How I behave depends on how this girl will act...)

(What's with this sad face?)

Contrary to my expectations, her face was filled with signs of worry.

(Where did that spirited attitude from midnight go?)

Her determination to celebrate seemed to have long disappeared. Instead of displaying virtues like modesty or consideration, she appeared to be consumed by negative emotions, despite her audacious nature.

Emma: “Prince Silvio...”

(I’m pissed. Damn it.)

(Why do you look so resigned?)

I grabbed her chin in frustration and kissed her.

Emma: “What are you...”

Silvio: “You just made a face like you’ve had enough.”

Emma: “Huh?”

Her eyes widened.

Silvio: “You should come at me more seriously.”

Emma: “What do you mean...?”

Silvio: “*sigh* You wanted to greet me, right?”

(How could I not notice this, you idiot?)

Silvio: “Then don’t give up until you give me everything you got.”

(No need to be modest.)

(So reconsider.)

I messed up her hair and turned my back.

I returned to my official duties, suppressing the urge to take her away immediately.

Nokto: "Hmm, you seem a bit grumpy this year."

Silvio: "You can tell?"

A party was being held in the dance hall as my birthday reached its final stages.

Since entry was only allowed with an invitation, familiar faces, including that fox-faced Rhodolite, were here.

Nokto: “Do you want me to guess?”

Silvio: “No need.”

Nokto: “If you want to be with Emma, you should just say it honestly.”

Silvio: “Shut up.”

(He’s sharp in these situations, and I don’t like it.)

Nokto: “But if you continue like this, your birthday will be over.”

He looked over at Emma, who had a thoughtful expression on her face.

Silvio: “It’d be more worth it if she willingly asked me herself.”

Nokto: “Why?”

Silvio: “Why do I have to explain it to you?”

(Purely because it makes me feel good.)

(And it’ll show that she really wants to celebrate with me.)

Although I didn’t put it into words, Nokto seemed to have sensed something and shrugged his shoulders in exasperation before leaving.

Immediately after this, an incident occurred.

Silvio: “What are you thinking, you idiot!?”

As soon as I returned to the room with Emma in my arms, those words slipped out uncontrollably.

Emma: "I told you it was a gift!"

Emma: "God, you're so shy!"

Silvio: "Who are you saying that to, you damn woman?"

(I was waiting for you to ask me to give you my time, but you chose that method.)

(And even did it boldly in front of so many people.)

(That...)

Just remembering that embarrassing incident made me blush and feel overwhelmed.

(No, I can forgive "that", but not after what happened after that.)

Emma: "If I did that in public, I knew you would react this way."

Silvio: "You...!"

Emma: "Are you mad at me?"

Silvio: "Of course not. I'm just..."

(Aren't you aware?)

I gently placed Emma down in front of the mirror.

Even though she was confidently and cheekily saying those things, she seemed to have finally noticed that her face was completely flushed.

Silvio: "Don't make that kind of face in public. It's making me want to pounce on you."

(This face is something only I should see.)

Emma: "I-I'm sorry."

Silvio: ".........."

Emma: "........"

We gaze at each other through the mirror.

(Basically, you're late.)

(If you're going to take me out like that, you should have done it in the morning.)

As the silence dragged on, her expression became increasingly uneasy.

Despite her usual cheeky demeanor, she couldn't fully maintain an arrogant attitude, which caused me to burst out laughing.

Silvio: "Alright, alright, I give up. Sorry for teasing you."

Silvio: "From now on, I'll give you all my attention."

Emma: "Really? But you still have guests."

Silvio: "You're more important than any guest."

Silvio: "Besides, I'm sure everyone took the hint."

Emma: "Prince Silvio, aren't you tired?"

Silvio: "I'm not tired, so bring me the cake already."

Emma: "Why would there be a cake?"

Silvio: "There's no way you wouldn't get me one for my birthday."

(To be honest, I've never eaten a birthday cake before.)

While there was usually food at my birthday parties, a cake has never been brought out.

Just like in Rhodolite, there was a tradition here in Benitoite to celebrate with a cake, but the fact that no one really celebrates it wholeheartedly became evident in situations like this.

(Though that fucking dog has one every year.)

Silvio: "I'm hungry, so hurry up and feed me."

Emma: "Is that the reason you didn't eat much?"

Silvio: "It'd bother me if I couldn't eat your food."

(You don't need to pay attention to that little detail.)

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, I sat down on the sofa and leaned back.

Surprisingly, Emma's cheeky smile shone brilliantly.

Emma: "I suppose I have no choice. Today, I'll spoon-feed you."

Silvio: "*sigh* Is that all? It's not enough, you know?"

Emma: "What? Do you want me to feed you mouth-to-mouth?"

Silvio: "Why did you think of something like that? Well, maybe it's not a bad idea."

Emma: "It's a bad idea!"

Silvio: "Don't you dare challenge the birthday boy."

(I'm beyond help since everything you say and do looks cute.)

Despite being exasperated, I gestured for her to come closer.

Without hesitation, she approached me, and I grabbed her hand and pulled her into an embrace.

Silvio: "I told you earlier to give me everything you got."

Emma: “Ah...”

(I've been feeling impatient today, so a cake and a present won't be enough to satisfy me.)

Silvio: “Just so you know, I won’t let you sleep until you’ve completely celebrated with me.”

I teasingly stroked her back, and she responded with a nod.

Emma: “All right. As you wish.”

(No take-backs.)

(I ain't holding back, so prepare yourself.)

Afterward, I got excited over my first-ever birthday cake and the handmade embroidered amulet bag she had given as a gift.

I thoroughly enjoyed my birthday, which was usually nothing but a hassle.

As for the extent of that enjoyment一

Emma: “I can’t believe it.”

Silvio: “Ha?”

Emma: “Isn’t it already morning?”

Silvio: “Yeah.”

She hadn't moved an inch since earlier.

It was probably because of the fatigue and the slick wetness between her legs that was preventing her body from moving.

(I didn't plan on holding her until morning.)

Contrary to my thoughts, I reached out from behind and touched her legs.

Even though I devoured her so much last night, the insides of my chest were still screaming that it wasn't enough.

Emma: "Your birthday is over."

Silvio: "It's not over until I say it's over."

(It's not really like me not to want my birthday to end.)

Just when I thought she might be surprised, I heard her soft laughter.

(I feel like she can see through everything.)

As if to express my discomfort, I buried my face in her neck, and her sweet voice further stirred me up.

Silvio: "I tasted a lot of you last night, but you're still so sweet."

Emma: "Prince Silvio..."

It looked like she was reaching her limit as she showed signs of wanting to escape.

I put my hand on her head and blocked her movement, not intending to let her run away.

Silvio: "I won't stop."

Silvio: "This gift belongs to me, and I won't let you take it away. If you understand, get ready to be loved."

Emma: "I don't want to."

Silvio: "Ha?"

Emma: "Because it's your birthday."

Silvio: "So what?"

Emma: "In other words..."

Emma: "It's you who should be loved."

(………)

Emma turned around and surprised me by kissing my lips.

She was usually shy and only gave peck-like kisses, but today, perhaps due to her lack of shame, she actively intertwined her tongue with mine.

Silvio: "You've become quite the erotic kisser, huh?"

Emma: "Whose fault do you think that is?"

(Is it because of me?)

I found myself laughing again at her blushing expression.

(Receiving birthday wishes from someone feels so good. I never knew it could make me this happy.)

(I wish this feeling could last forever. I’m already looking forward to next year.)

I’d realized for the first time how different it feels to be celebrated out of obligation compared to being genuinely celebrated from the heart.

No gift could match the emotions she had given me.

Emma: “I might just kidnap you next year.”

Silvio: “*sigh* I’ll make a special exception and allow it.”

Emma: “Don’t regret those words later, okay?”

(There's no way I'm going to do that.)

(Even if I receive anything else in the future, there's no treasure greater than you.)

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ His POV

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I love the effort cybird put in making every puppy suitor a different...breed? But i gotta say, Napoleon is the soppiest wettest most pathetic little beast. Look at this thing.

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Ellis Twilight Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: I just deepl and google translated my way through this because I wanted to know what’s going on, so there are definitely mistakes but I believe I managed the general gist of the story. Anyway, it’s just a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes. Ikemen Villains belongs to Cybird.

Another note: I know Ikemen Villains is set in victorian London, but I will use the japanese suffixes because I prefer them.

Ellis: Here you go, Jude.

Jude: ... Ah?

Jude-san looked stunned for a moment when he sa Ellis-kun who had brought me with him.

Surprinsingly, he said nothing.

(... Or rather)

Kate: I will accompany you as a fairytale writer, thank you very much.

Jude: ... Tch.

He clicked his tongue at Ellis-kun, who seemed to realize that there was no point in saying anything, and completely ignored my presence.

Ellis: I delivered the offer to the procurement department last night, which is leaving today.

Jude: Of course. If it doesn't arrive first thing in the morning, I'll have to take a pay cut.

(I can't believe you're working for Crown and you're even working for the company. ... You're both so busy.)

I followed alongside Ellis-kun behind Jude-san, silently observing him as not to disturb him.

I found out through observation that ...

Jude-san runs Raven, a diversified trading company ...

... they were doing a wide range of business with branches abrod.

He had a business meeting in the VIP room of one of the best department stores in London, had a meeting with the inspector at the Port pf London ...

The time that follows the two of them around flies by in a flash.

And speaking of the two working together ...

Jude: No deals until this is settled.

Jude: You were dishonest, so you deserved it. If you don't want to get out of debt, then spit up blood and make up for it.

Jude-san has a sharp tongue and a sharp mind ...

It seemed that business partners looked up to him, business rivals envied him, and employees were in awe of him.

On the other hand ...

Ellis: Fine, I'll take care of the rest.

Ellis: I'll teach you what you don't know and we'll fix it together.

Soft-spoken and attentive, Ellis-kun was well-liked both inside and outside the company wherever he went.

(They're kind of brilliant opposites, aren't they?)

In the meantime, the short hand of the Big Ben was about to pass the apex.

Jude: I don't want the writer to follow me. I don't know what they'll say if I show up with extras.

Ellis: Mm-hmm. Okay.

Kate: Thank you for allowing me to accompany you.

Jude: I can't wait to see if I can say the same thing the next time we see each other.

(What does that mean ...?)

I tilt my head, not understanding what he means.

Jude: You brought him here, so you should clean yourself up. I can't touch you.

Ellis: Yeah ... that's the plan.

(... I guess Ellis-kun gets the message.)

Jude-san walks away without so much as a glance at me, and Ellis-kun turns to me.

Ellis: You're tired. I'm sorry I brought you around.

Kate: No, not at all! I am physically strong. I was trained as a mail carrier.

Ellis: I see. I'm glad. ... Then, let's go to the next one.

Ellis: Can you hang out with me just a little bit longer?

I was asked to go out with him a little longer, and here I am ...

(Why are we here ...!?)

It was the post office where I worked.

When I was hesitant because of the crowd, Ellis-kun turned around.

Ellis: What's wrong?

(That's as much as I'd ask ...)

Kate: It's my workplace, so I know a lot of people, but ... is it okay if I meet them more than a month in advance?

Ellis: Victor said there are no restrictions except for going out alone, so why not?

I blinked at the answer, which was more laid back than I expected.

(That's not what a person being monitored says, but ... is that okay??)

Ellis: I have some mail I want to send. I'll go take care of it.

Kate: Yes ...

Moreover, leaving me there, Ellis-kun heads for the counter.

(What if I ask someone for help or something and confidental information is leaked ...)

I can't hide my bewilderment at how carefree the 'surveillance' is.

(At least, I guess that means Ellis-kun trusts that I would never do such a thing.)

(Or rather ...)

(If information is leaked, at that point, everyone who knows about it, including me, will be dealt with ...)

... "Shall we kill her?"

When I remembered that he had made such a remark, without hesitation, I shook my head in a panic ...

Coworker with braids: Kate!?

Kate: Ah.

Coworker with braids: Kate! Hey guys, Kate's here!

At the sound of her voice, our coworkers notice and gather around me.

Coworker with red hair: Kate, how can you suddenly be serving in the palace?

Coworker with black eyes: We were all worried.

(I just suddenly stopped coming to the office, and they are so worried about me.)

(Even more, I can't tell them.)

(And that I don't know if I'll be able to come back safely in a month, ever.)

(But ...)

Not wanting to cause worry, I gulp down my anxiety.

Kate: I'll be fine. But it's only my first day, and I don't know what's right or wrong.

Kate: I'm sure I'll figure it out.

Coworker with braids: I'm sure that a person who has turned Sleigh and Kramer into good costumers will be fine no matter where they go.

Coworker with red hair: I'd miss you if you were suddenly gone.

Kate: I'm ... really sorry about that. It's something beyond my control.

Coworker with braids: Well, it's not every day you get an order from the Palace that you turn it down.

Coworker with blick eyes: But I'm rooting for you, Kate.

Coworker with red hair: Hey, take this!

Coworker with red hair: I bought it for all of us to give to you if you stopped by. I'm glad I was able to give it to you.

Kate: Oh ... so much?

My arms are piled with gifts of this and that.

Blanket, cookies from my favourite store, and a letter from the colleagues.

Kate: Thank you ...

I'm holding my happiness in my arms, but I can't move an inch because I'm afraid I'll drop something if I move ...

Ellis: I'll take it. Give it to me.

The baggage is snatched from next to me.

The eyes of my colleagues turned in unison to Ellis-kun.

Coworker with braids: Who ... is he? Kate's boyfriend?

Coworker with red hair: Oh, I know him! He's the kid who escorts the scary traders.

It was a complete beehive of activity.

Coworker with braids: Kate, please explain your relationship with this handsome man!

Kate: Ummm ... we know each other from our work at the palace, we just met yesterday.

Coworker with braids: Hmm ... that seems a bit close for my taste, though.

Coworker with red hair: I doubt that ...!

Kate: Hey, everybody, just calm down ...

As I'm placating my excited coworkers, Ellis-kun takes the rest of the luggage, all of it, out of my arms.

Ellis: I'm sorry for all the fuss. I'll wait for you outside.

Kate: Oh ... I'm sorry too! I'll be right there.

Ellis: Take your time.

I give a small bow to everyone and see Ellis-kun off to the outside.

(I'm sorry I put you on the spot ...)

Coworker with braids: Marriage before return, huh?

Coworker with red hair: Congratulations!

Kate: I'm telling you, it's not ...!

... The commotion eventually died down when the director's voice came from the back of the room, saying "That's enough of that".

After exchanging a few words with my colleagues, I went outside to find Ellis-kun waiting for me, leaning against a lamppost with his luggage.

(Even from a distance, it's quite a view.)

With his supple body and long arms and legs, he stands out in the city.

Kate: Sorry to keep you waiting.

Ellis: No, not at all. ... You could have talked to them more.

Kate: It's okay! Um, my colleagues made a terribly rude remark ...

Even though I only work with him, they may have made him feel uncomfortable by calling him my boyfriend.

(Something I wish I could apologize for ... Oh, yes.)

Kate: There is a good baguette restaurant near here. Let me treat you there as an apology.

Ellis: ...

His eyes, filled with light, stare at me as if they have found something.

Ellis: I think I understand a little better why you get so many gifts.

Kate: Eh ...?

Holding a large bag full of gifts from my colleagues, Ellis-kun stepped out to me and ...

... he brought his face so close to mine that our foreheads touched.

Ellis: No, you don't have to treat me, but I'm curious about the restaurants you recommend.

(... Ellis-kun, I don't understand what's talking about.)

But surely, his kindness had penetrated my heart.

As evidence, my second meal with Ellis-kun was much more pleasant than the breakfast.

Kate: Wow, it's late ...

When we left the restaurant, dusk was approaching.

Ellis: ... Let's go back to the castle.

Ellis-kun looked out at the cityscape as it was beginning to darken, absentmindedly.

It was the first time I had heard a slightly urgent voice, and I immediately realized that he was excited.

(I'm sorry to keep you up at this hour, but maybe he had plans for the evening.)

Kate: If we go down the alley this way, we can take a little shortcut.

With the knowledge I had acquired as a postwoman, I entered a narrow alley.

Ellis: Ah ...

Ellis: Well, I guess it'll be okay if we're together.

The sun is being blocked out, and the alleyway's growing dim.

It was almost time to get out into the lighted street.

Men in hunting capes: ...

Suddenly, a man appeared to block the way, and I tried to pass him by avoiding him on the side of the road.

(What ...?)

A man stepped forward, but his path was blocked.

Feeling something strange in the air, I turn around and see two men appear from behind me as well.

Man in hunting cape: Jude Jazza's woman?

(Jude-san?)

Kate: No, I'm sorry I'm not ... but who are you?

Man in hunting cape: We'll check the facts later. Catch her.

The three men suddenly took things out of their pockets and attacked.

(What ... eh!?)

Ellis: Kate-san, hold this for me for a moment.

Kate: Wah ...!

Confused, I accept the package containing the gifts from my colleagues.

Ellis-kun pulled out a black-bladed knife, which bounced off the blade of the man in front of the group.

Ellis: It might be a little scary, but it'll be over soon.

(...)

While I am speechless, he is knocking them down one by one, just as he said "It'll be over soon".

He pulled out his knife to counter the blade, and basically just his long arms and legs seemed to suffice.

Ellis: Good job.

The unconscious men were lined up tightly on the shoulder of the road ...

When Ellis-kun's hand touched the top of their heads like a finishing touch ...

... the wrists of the men, still unconscious, snapped together as if in prayer.

Kate: Oh my god ...! How did you do that?

Ellis: When I touch the head, I can detain the wrist like this.

(I just remembered ...)

... a 'cursed' person possesses abilities that ordinary people do not have.

In the back of my head, Roger-san's voice comes back to me.

Kate: Is that ... what Ellis-kun is capable of?

Ellis: Yes. That's right. It's so much easier not to need a rope at times like this.

Ellis-kun came over smiling as if he had finished his work.

He took the package from my arms again.

Ellis: Jude has a lot of enemies everywhere, so he often gets attacked like this.

Ellis: It was unusual for him to have a woman around, so I guess that gave them the wrong idea.

(Resentment ... I see.)

What I can understand is the result of observing the work during the day.

(It must be a tough job at a trading company to be attacked like this on a daily basis.)

Ellis: ... I'm sorry.

Kate: Ellis-kun has nothing to apologize for! Thank you for protecting me.

But Ellis-kun lowered his eyebrows and shook his head.

Ellis: Actually, I could have predicted this. This is what might happen if I took you out.

Ellis: But ... when you found out I was going to work today, you looked worried.

Ellis: I was selfish and got carried away. ... So, I'm sorry.

(Ellis-kun ...)

I know it sounds selfish, but I want you to know that everything you did today was for me ...

I already knew enough.

(The breakfast, the stories he told me about the members of Crown, the fact that he let me accompany him to work ...)

(Maybe, he even took me to the post office.)

Kate: I've been happy all day ... so there's nothing to apologize for.

I smile to tell Ellis-kun that I appreciate his kindness.

Ellis: ... Hm, good.

The smile on Ellis-kun's lips was as warm as the last light of the day ...

Perhaps it was because the approaching darkness made me feel impatient ... I felt a strange stirring in my chest.

When I return to my room, I open the package of gifts from my coworkers.

"Kate, I care about you."

"Please let me know when ..."

The kind words in the letter from my colleague touched my heart deeply.

(I'm glad Ellis-kun took me to the post office so that I could receive this.)

Ellis-kun tried to make me smile, so I feel very happy right now.

I stepped into a different world.

I can't go back to my daily life for a month ...

I was so frightened, and I felt like he was telling me "It's going to be okay."

(I'm feeling more confident than this morning that I can make it through the month.)

(Especially if Ellis-kun is with me.)

... And the next morning, with new determination.

Victor: I heard that Jude's business partner attacked you yesterday?

Kate: Oh, yes, but thanks to Ellis-kun, nothing happened.

Victor: It's a good thing, though ... before the contract expires ...

Victor: That means Crown's confidential information is at risk, too! Isn't that right?

Ellis: Yeah.

Jude: I have a bad feeling about this.

In response to his grumpy voice, Victor plastered a big smile on his face ...

Victor: Good, Jude, Ellis.

Victor: I want you two to be responsible to guard Kate!

(What!?)

Jude: Hah?

Ellis: ... Guard?

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『 Drowning in A Lustful Night 』 Story Event

Ellis Twilight

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Liam: I heard that chocolates laced with aphrodisiac are popular these days.

One afternoon, Liam was talking about a rumour he heard.

Liam: People are advertising these chocolates as something that can let you know your lover’s truest desires.

Liam: Stuff like what they’re enduring because they love you, or things they haven't been able to say, you know?

Liam: It’s especially used during certain activities done in the bedroom at night… looks like it can enhance the intimacy between lovers.

…

Then one night, I had completely forgotten about that silly rumour I heard.

Ellis: Oh, right. Look at this, Kate.

It was a chilly night. Ellis took out a small box while we were having a casual conversation before bedtime and opened its lid for me to see the contents.

Kate: Are these… heart shaped… chocolates?

Kate: How cute. They look delicious too.

Ellis: These are the chocolates Liam was talking about.

Kate: The ones Liam talked about… no way!

Ellis: Yup, they seem to have been laced with an “aphrodisiac”. I got these from Allie at the tavern.

Ellis: I was told that it’ll be okay if eaten with a lover.

I stared in surprise at how casually Ellis said that.

Kate: So these are the rumoured…

Ellis: Do you want to try them?

Kate: What!?

Ellis: Because you’re a kind person, and… I feel that there are many things between us that can’t be said.

Kate: I don’t think so.

Ellis: … Really?

Ellis tilted his head and peered at me, while I tried hard to think of what I could say to him.

(Things that I can’t say to Ellis… hmm.)

Our relationship was as sweet and close as lovers, but it was also as faint as the twilight before evening turns to night.

Out of fear of our relationship being ruined, I definitely did hold myself back from saying some things, several times.

Ellis: I want to know… the emotions you usually wouldn't show.

Ellis: I’m sure that I can make you even happier if I know what they are.

Kate: That’s why you got the chocolates…?

Ellis: Yeah, that’s right.

(Liam mentioned something about “knowing your lover’s truest desires”.)

(Since these chocolates are laced with an aphrodisiac, eating them would make us feel like… that, right?)

(Ellis is suggesting we eat the chocolates, despite knowing what kind of effect they will have…)

An uneasy feeling slowly crept into my chest.

Kate: Ellis…

“Would you give this chocolate to just anyone if it would make them happy?”

(Will it put him in a tight spot if I ask him that?)

(Will Ellis keep his answer a secret from me if he knows it won’t make me happy…?)

Ellis was always kind and sweet when talking to me, but there was a possibility that he had many unspoken words.

My gaze was drawn to the aphrodisiac-laced chocolates that could reveal “unspeakable things”.

(... If Ellis eats them, maybe he’ll be honest and say those words to me without hesitation.)

I was curious about Ellis’ true feelings, and so I—

Ellis: … I won’t force you. If it’s something you don’t want to do, then I don't want to do it eit— oh.

I picked up a piece of the chocolate and ate half of it.

Kate: Mm… you too, Ellis.

Ellis: … Huh?

Kate: Please eat half too.

There was a hesitant look in Ellis’ eyes.

Kate: I want to know too… the things you “can’t say”.

Ellis: … Mm, got it.

Ellis ate the chocolate I held between my fingertips and savoured the sweetness.

The two of us anticipated what might happen while relishing the chocolate together. However…

Ellis: … It tastes like regular delicious chocolate.

Kate: … Raspberry flavour?

Ellis: Mm, I like this taste.

Kate: … Hehe. Could this be how it sets the mood between lovers?

I couldn’t help relaxing my shoulders and bursting into laughter.

(If I think about it calmly, I just did something quite daring…)

(I’m glad nothing happened.)

For a while, Ellis and I talked about the chocolate while sipping on hot milk.

We talked as we usually would — and it was time for us to return to our rooms after washing the mugs.

(... Hm?)

Kate: Ellis… I have a feeling that my face is very red right now.

Ellis: … I was about to say the same thing. Your face is flushing red, Kate. Are you running a fever?

The moment Ellis touched my forehead with his palm—

Kate: ahh…!?

A wave of pleasure ran through me like an electric current.

(W-What was that…?)

Ellis: Kate, could it be…

(Is this… the effect of the aphrodisiac?)

Kate: Are you also…?

I gently touched Ellis’ cheek.

Ellis: Nn…

Ellis’ shoulders shivered and a noise escaped his lips.

Ellis: … Apparently.

I felt his heated breath on my forehead.

It made me conscious of the heat starting to rise from the pit of my stomach.

(Oh no… the chocolates were the real deal.)

Ellis: … This is just right, let’s give it a shot.

Ellis: Tell me everything you want me to do, even things you normally wouldn’t say to me.

Ellis: I’ll fulfil them and make you happy.

Kate: ah…

Ellis gently ran his fingers down my neck, sending a sweet numbing sensation through my spine and making my legs nearly give way.

Kate: E-Ellis… wait, I…

Ellis: Mm, I’ll wait. I’ll wait till you forget all about your shame and be completely honest with me.

The dishevelled breathing of two people filled the room in the night.

…

Kate: Haa… aah…

Ellis: Haah… are you okay? Do you want some water?

Ellis carried me back to my bed when my legs became too weak to stand.

He sat on a chair a short distance away from the bed, looking after me.

(My body feels hot… the sheets rubbing against my skin is making me feel weird…)

Ellis: Here, have some water. … Fufu… the effect of the chocolate is very strong.

(Ellis is likely feeling the same way too…)

We were under the effect of the same drug and my body felt like it was on fire, yet all Ellis cared about was my wellbeing.

Ellis: … Is there something you want to say?

Ellis: You can say it, Kate. … I want to hear you express your feelings.

Kate: Ellis… if you’d do anything to make someone happy, regardless of who they are…

Kate: Would you eat this chocolate with them…? Even if it's someone you don't want to eat it with?

Ellis: …

Ellis: Is that what you couldn't say to me? You ate the chocolate because you wanted to ask me that?

Ellis: … Why do you want to know that?

Kate: Because…

(I want you to treasure yourself.)

(I don’t want you to do things that'll make you unhappy.)

(Also… maybe I…)

(Maybe I want to hear you say that you are the chocolate “because it’s me”...?)

Realising my feelings made me so embarrassed, my ears were burning.

Ellis: Fufu, you went silent… you can't tell me although you ate chocolate laced with aphrodisiac?

Ellis: I… I’ll say it. I’ll tell you what you wanted to hear so badly that you had to resort to this.

Ellis: If it’ll make someone happy, I’d eat the chocolate.

His response caused a sharp pain in my heart, but the pain was soon soothed by a gentle voice.

Ellis: But I won’t eat it with anyone else.

Ellis: This is what’s been bothering you… right?

Ellis even saw through the reason why I could outright tell him about it, and smiled at me with blushing cheeks.

Kate: Why… why would you go so far just to make me happy?

Ellis: That's because…

The faint smile on Ellis’ face faded away like the last bit of light from the setting sun disappearing in the horizon.

Ellis: Because I like you… I guess.

Ellis: My greatest joy is in making time stop for the person I love when I make them the happiest they’ve ever been.

His voice was calm, gentle, and… gloomy.

(Do you really like me?)

(What was that about stopping time? Why does it make you happy?)

I bit down the urge to fire those questions at him.

(I’m still afraid of knowing the answers.)

(... The claim that those chocolates could let you “know their truest desires” is a big awful lie.)

The aphrodisiac did nothing to make me ask the questions I truly wanted answers to, all it did was fuel the carnal desires intensifying inside of me.

Ellis: Kate, you look like you're having a hard time. … Can I touch you?

Kate: Haa… y-yes…

I shook my head, and Ellis came over to sit on the bed.

Ellis: I’ll make you feel more comfortable. It might be embarrassing if I do it from the front, so…

Ellis had me sit in front of him and lean against him as he hugged me from behind.

Ellis: Haa… okay, I’m going to touch you. … Fufufu, I feel dizzy.

Ellis: Where do you want to be touched now? Your chest? Or… lower?

Kate: Anywhere… you want to touch…

Ellis: … Haah.. you’re sneaky.

Ellis: … Then I’ll touch you here.

Kate: Mmm, aah…

He kissed me on the ear, and my body felt a sweet numbing sensation.

Kate: Is this… what you like…?

Ellis: Nn… I like watching you feel good…

Kate: Nnn…. hnngh.. aah…

I could feel my underwear getting wet from the light kisses he planted on my ears and neck.

He played with the peaks of my breasts through my loosened blouse and corset, but the tingle I felt in the pit of my stomach told me I desired a very specific kind of stimulation.

Kate: Ah… Ellis…

I rubbed my thighs together and heard a shameful wet sound that only heightened my embarrassment.

Ellis: So I have to touch you here… to make you feel less painful?

Ellis slid his hand down my stomach, to my belly button, and lower.

My thighs that were squeezed shut opened up on their own in response to the hand slowly creeping under my skirt.

Kate: Aahh…

Ellis: Haa… it's impressive you put up with this for so long… it must've been painful.

He slipped his hand under my soaked underwear and stroked the wet spot between my legs, as though he were rewarding me for being “good”.

Kate: Aaah… n-no…

After only a few strokes, my body still under the effect of the aphrodisiac easily went into climax.

My head went numb, I felt momentarily relieved of the uncomfortable throbbing feeling that plagued my body.

Kate: Hngg… haaa…

Ellis: Haa… let me see your face, Kate.

Kate: Nn…

Ellis: … Fufu, you look very happy. … Maybe it'll be even better if I can give you more pleasure.

(More…)

His words seemed to instantly reignite the fire deep inside me.

Ellis’ fingers went deeper into my now incredibly needy core.

Ellis: Do you like it when I touch you here?

(Does Ellis really want to touch me? Or is he only doing this because I want to be touched?)

I was afraid to ask, but my heart was dying to know.

Kate: I want you to do what you want… Ellis.

Ellis: What I want…

Ellis: … What should I do?

I felt Ellis’ hot breath behind my ears.

Ellis: I’m starting to get confused… whether this is what you want or what I want… I don't know…

Ellis: That’s… important.

He hesitatingly paused his fingers over my wet nether region.

Kate: Ahh.. ah…

(I'm too needy right now… it’s painful.)

(But… Ellis is in even more pain.)

Ellis: Hey, Kate… say that you want it.

Kate: …

Ellis: … You want it.

The desperation in Ellis’ voice as he tried to get me to beg him made my chest tighten.

(I have a feeling that Ellis is trying to tell me that he wants to be wanted… and he needs a reason to touch me.)

(Is the aphrodisiac making me go crazy?)

Kate: I… I want it…

Ellis: …

Kate: Ah.. ahhh…

He pushed his fingers into me with a lewd wet sound.

A few pumps of his fingers inside me was enough to make my back arch.

The back of my head rubbed against Ellis’ chest, and he kissed me on the forehead.

Kate: Nn… ah…

Ellis: Haa… you're so cute, Kate.

Ellis: Does it feel good? It’s still not enough…

I felt the heat of something warm from Ellis pressing against my behind when he hugged me tight, my insides reflexively tightened around his fingers.

(If Ellis really wants it…)

(If the reason is because I’m special to him…)

For a moment, I almost thought that it would be alright for me to surrender my body to him.

Perhaps, at that moment, I was really happy.

(Don’t think about that now… don’t say it…)

(We don’t know if it’s only because of the aphrodisiac.)

Kate: Ellis… ah, aah… wait, too much… hngg

Ellis: Haah… you’re so lovely, Kate… I want to make you feel even better…

We didn’t understand each other's real desires, I only drowned in the sweet moment of pleasure Ellis gave me—.

…

Ellis: Oh, good morning, Kate.

When I awkwardly walked into the dining room the next morning, Ellis greeted me as usual.

Kate: G- Good… good morning, Ellis.

Ellis: I saw that the bakery had a new item this morning and it looked delicious, so I bought it. Let’s eat it together.

Kate: Okay… wow, it really is delicious.

He sat down next to me and whispered into my ear.

Ellis: I couldn’t ask you yesterday because you fell asleep, but…

Ellis: When we touched each other like last night… how happy were you…?

Kate: …!

There was that gloomy light flickering behind Ellis’ eyes again.

Kate: … When I eat new bread with you… it makes me happy.

Ellis: …

Ellis: Fufu, I see.

Ellis: In that case, I’ll make you happier.

His calm and carefree smile hid that gloomy look away.

(If only… we could bare our hearts to each other without fear someday…)

(Will there come a day when I can finally say that I’m the happiest I've ever been?)

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Silvio Ricci - Engagement Event - Another Terrible Summary

(Silvio: "W-what the?")

Standard Disclaimer: I do this for fun. I don’t, and never would, claim to be proficient at JP. There will be mistakes herein. There will be dialogue I choose to smooth out or change, because it feels choppy just straight translating. There will be the occasional snarky aside and irreverence and just plain summarizing. If you’re looking for 100% pure accuracy, without commentary or localizing, this is not for you. If you don’t mind that…then proceed, and I hope you enjoy! And please, support your local localizer (they make this stuff look easy) and Cybird by playing the games and routes when they come to English.

Things to know before this (THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SILVIO’S MAIN STORY):

It follows the romantic (or ‘canon’) ending to Silvio’s route, which means that he and Emma are already engaged seeing as how they were at the end of his route. It also references the circumstances surrounding that - how Emma posed as a disgraced noblewoman and rescued Silvio from his father and prison by demanding Silvio take responsibility for ‘debauching’ and rescue her honor via marriage. Silvio has also been officially named the king’s successor, and will be the next king of Benitoite when his fathers steps down. It also references the epilogue where Emma works herself ill, and how horrible of a person Silvio's mother was.

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The Jewel of the Ocean has been passed to Silvio - recently the news of this has begun to make the rounds through Benitoite, and the topic seems to be on everyone’s lips. The merchants especially are thrilled with this…but that’s not the only tea everyone’s spilling.

We open on a couple of merchants chattering away down by the docks about the approaching engagement ceremony for Prince Silvio where everything is made Official, and the two men are talking about the lucky lady in question. They say how rumors have it she’s a beautiful woman, on par with any national treasure - gifted too, and having had studied at Rhodolite’s court. She’s kind and dang near a saint.

One of them mentions too how he heard how crazy in love with her Silvio was, and how anytime the prince opens his mouth it’s to say something about her, and the other seems impressed and says how much he’s looking forward to the ceremony.

As they pass by and on their way, a figure darts into a nearby alley as if to make an escape…and we find Emma crouching down there, groaning about a stomachache and freaking out in her thoughts over why the heck everyone seems to think she’s some sort of PARAGON.

Silvio’s there, hand on her back and asking if she’s alright, and she confesses she might not be alright. Didn’t he hear all that?? Whose girlfriend are they talking about, this PARAGON OF BEAUTY AND GRACE AND TALENTS, this SAINTLY WOMAN.

Silvio says they’re talking about her, obviously, and Emma says is that really how I seem?!

She’s freaking out, clearly. She’d been super excited to come out on the town with Silvio when he’d asked, their first actual date in awhile, but she’d been totally unprepared for the rumors that are apparently going around about them.

“Doesn’t seem off to me,” Silvio says, matter of factly, and Emma’s over there like PRESS X TO DOUBT. Asking him how that’s so.

He kind of hems and haws a bit, awkward silence and he can’t look her in the eyes as he says she’s beautiful, and plenty capable, and other than being the whole being a bit sassy thing she’s got a pretty decent personality.

Emma’ stunned at actual legit compliments from Silvio, still processing as he points out that it’s better than them gossiping about things that aren’t true or are nasty isn’t it?

“But what about when I’m presented at the engagement ceremony and everyone’s got this sky-high expectations…” she frets. “Everyone will be disappointed when I don’t measure up, and they might say ‘She’s not good enough for Prince Silvio.’”

Of course she’s been giving it her all, ever since they decided to formally announce the engagement alongside the formal declaration of Silvio as the king’s successor. She’s been working her ass off from morning to night studying etiquette and everything else she might need to know as a princess, alongside getting her wardrobe ready and planning the details of the ceremony and the reception party…she’s exhausted, mentally and physically. But even so she wants to be woman worthy of Silvio, the next king.

She tackles him practically with a hug, setting Silvio spluttering and redfaced and reminding her for the umpteenth time she’s supposed to warn him before she does something like that - to which Emma rebuts that if she warns him he still sometimes tries to escape, so it’s best to surprise him.

Burying her face in those hella nice-smelling man tiddies, Emma takes a deep breath of Silvio-scent and is reenergized.

“Where’s your usual sass?” he asks. “Don’t let something like this intimidate you.” He tells her that if everyone’s saying good things about her, all she’s gotta do is be confident and stand tall. But he also chastizes her for being too stubborn and reminds her she doesn’t have to go so dang hard on all this.

“No, no,” Emma argues, saying that if she doesn’t work hard now when will she work hard?

“Not your whole life long,” Silvio counters. “I didn’t bring you here from Rhodolite to make you work yourself like a madwoman. I already told you what the gist of your most important job was, didn’t I?”

His words are a reminder of that day on the beach (at the end of his Romantic route) where he had told her what her most important duty was, as the woman of the next king: to dedicate all that she was to him, and in return he’d love her till she couldn’t stand it.

She's fluent enough in Silvio-ese to see those imperious words for what they really meant - he wants the kind of relationship where he can love and be loved in equal measure. And she realizes she must seem pretty exhausted if Silvio is worrying about her this much. He's bossy as all getup…but he's hella overprotective.

She lifts her head and there's those sea-blue eyes right in front of her - along with a suspicious Silvio. Who has right to be because she surprise kisses him. He's left wide eyed and surprised as she tells him she was thinking how she loves him.

He points out that came from left field and she’s just shrug - and then Silvio has his revenge by taking her chin in hand and laying a passionate kiss on her that has her scandalized. They’re still in public technically and all! He laughs at her hnnng face and she’s silently fuming over how only a few seconds ago it was him all embarrassed and now he’s Mr. Cocky, pouting as she looks away and he tousles her hair.

“Anyway, you get what I’m sayin’?” he asks.

She asks if he’s referring to her trying too hard, and he confirms - only to get angry again when she says she’ll accept his sentiment at least but she’s gotta be able to stand proudly beside him if he’s going to love her, and although he might worry about her she asks him to please let her do her best for now.

He’s glowering silently, and she tells him he’s got his scary face on.

He says it’s probably because she’s totally missing the point of what he’s trying to say, and she fires back that he’s too overprotective.

“Shaddup,” he scowls.

“But I love that about you too!” she declares, and he turns red and tells her not to get carried away. Clearly not disliking her claim - he’s just obviously embarrassed by it.

The whole situation might be literally making her feel ill, but she’s not about to back down from this challenge. If she’s gonna share a life with Silvio, she’s got to be able to handle something like this.

~~~~~~~~

The next day, Rio stops her in the hallway and asks if she’s doing alright. He’s gotten his memory back now and works as Silvio’s aide, but still never hesitates to show concern for her as well just as he always has.

He asks if she has a fever, and she’s dklsjfds HOW DID HE KNOW?? She had woken up that morning lethargic and unwell, but it’s nothing major - more like the bit of fever she’d come down with when she’d overworked herself when first coming to Benitoite.

She assures Rio she’s fine it’s nbd, but he’s not happy with that answer,worried it might get worse and urging her to take a day off or so - before he cuts himself off and realizes she can’t.

A fact she confirms, because she’s supposed to be hosting a party today to meet and greet many of the young noblewomen of the country before the engagement ceremony. It’s hella important for her to lay the groundwork of future relationships here, and to help her make friends and ease into Benitoite society better. So even if she has to push herself, she’s gotta make it through today at least.

“Rio, pleeeeaaase. Don’t say a word to Silvio,” she begs him.

“...If he finds out, he’ll lock you up for sure,” Rio agrees with chagrin. He’s clearly not thrilled with her request, but she knows he can’t deny her, and reluctantly he agrees to keep mum on this - but he tells her he’ll have medicine ready, and reminds her if she gets any worse to cancel things, consequences be damned. He and Silvio can more than handle the fallout, and it won’t reflect badly on her.

She thank him, glad that it was Rio who noticed she was sick. If it had been Silvio, she’s positive things wouldn’t have gone this smoothly…and she vows to herself to be sure to avoid him at all costs today.

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…Only for us to open the next scene aboard a ship, with a silently staring Silvio, and an oh shit Emma.

Given that she’s to be royalty, and given the traditions of Benitoite amongst the elite to throw parties not at mansions but on board ships, she’d asked Silvio to arrange one to host her party on. This particular vessel is one of Silvio’s own, and it wouldn’t be strange to see the owner aboard - if it had been a day without business meetings or other things on his agenda.

Why is he here?!?!

She’d been making the rounds, greeting all the ladies aboard before the ship was set to depart, when the tyrant himself had appeared all of a sudden and grabbed her by the hand. “Let’s go.”

She vehemently protests this idea, and he scowls over the fact that she can put up such an argument when she’s feverish - which has her now wondering how the eff does he know about her being sick?! No wait, more importantly, she KNOWS he’s got a packed schedule today!

She’s digging in her heels just as hard as he’s trying to drag her off, insisting all the while that he’s just imagining things.

“If you think I’m gonna buy that, you must have a flower garden for a brain,” he fires back. (Hello Motonari?)

“Flower garden or whatever, read the room!” she scolds him, At first, most people didn’t seem to know what to make of her as the next king’s fiancée…and now they’re all just looking on this scene in shock. The whole party is ruined!

He scoffs at the need to do anything of the sort, and as she keeps trying to resist he finally just picks her up and goes to make off with her.

“Knock it off,” Rio sighs. “Can’t you see she’s not having any of this?”

Now Emma’s stunned, realizing Rio is there too and blocking Silvio’s path, shaking his head. Silvio says he doesn’t give a shit if she doesn’t like it, and Rio reminds him he should and urges him to put Emma down.

“If I put her down, she’ll run away,” Silvio counters.

“If you know she’s gonna run away, then you clearly know you shouldn’t be forcing her,” Rio frowns.

“Shut up. I don’t need you telling me what to do,” Silvio argues.

Emma realizes it’s no use when Silvio’s gotten himself worked up like this, and if she throws a fit and ends up getting herself hurt it’ll just make him all depressed. She tries to shoot Rio a wink to say it’s alright, and seeing this Rio immediately goes into crisis-containment mode - apologizing to all the guests for the fuss his ‘idiot brother’ has made with his usual charm and charisma.

In moments he has all the ladies gathered there eating out of his hand, showing off his now-practiced socialite face, the one he’s been honing more now that he’s in the public eye as Silvio’s aide.

While a grateful Emma watches him charm them all, she suggests to Silvio they take this somewhere else to talk and he seems to agree. Still pissy though as he kicks in the door to a nearby room on the ship and carries her inside the space as luxurious as any fine room on land.

The silence though is so absolute you could hear a pin drop, only the sound of the wind and the waves, before Silvio finally speaks.

“Did you take any medicine?” he asks, taking a seat on a chair. Still holding Emma in his arms.

She tells him she did, before she came aboard, but realizes that if he doesn’t know whether she did or not he clearly must not have talked to Rio. Not to mention she highly doubts Rio would break his promise to her. “How did you know I was sick?”

He says she just doesn’t seem to have her usual vim and vigor, and that has her taken aback slightly to realize that Silvio’s been paying close enough attention to her to take note of such a minor change.

“When would you have noticed that?” she asks, baffled. There shouldn’t have been any occasion for him to see her that morning.

“When you were talking with everyone back at the port,” he explains.

“You’ve been watching me for awhile then, I take it?” she asks, but he refuses to answer that. “What about your work?”

“...It’s all finished,” he finally replies.

She’s still in disbelief at that, because the day is hardly even close to over, but Silvio waves it off as merely being damn good at his job. Emma’s not buying this though, and she points out that even if he IS hella capable it seems impossible he’d have the time to come by the port after his work was done.

Scowling he tells her to knock the line of questioning off - he’s clearly not interested in spending any more time on the topic, and he tells her once again they should leave.

There’s still a million things she wants to say, but she settles on this. “Do you really not trust me?” He wants to know why that’s even a question, and she goes on to elaborate. “Even if I say I’m fine, you seem to refuse to believe me at all.”

He lapses into a shocked silence at that.

It’s the same thing as yesterday, Emma thinks. Silvio worries about her more than anyone else in the world, and he’s trying to shelter and protect her as his fiancée…but that’s not what she wants. If she back down here, if she lets him have his way, he’ll spoil her for the rest of her life.

Meeting his displeased gaze, she cradles his cheeks in her hands. “Is your fiancée such a frail woman? Did I not once rescue a prince locked in prison?” His expression sobers as she goes on. “I love ‘Overprotective Silvio’ too, but…trust me now. And when it’s all over, you can tell me ‘good job’ all you want. I’m not marrying you to be cosseted - I want to be your betrothed so that we can stay by each other’s side and be there for each other in the hard times and the good.”

Silvio remains silent, and she can’t read his expression well enough to tell if he’s convinced or not. So, feeling as if she has no other choice…she takes him off guard with a swift kiss to the deep frown carved in his forehead and slips off his lap as he’s still stunned, racing out the door and back to freedom outside.

“Ah, damn it, she ran away.” Silvio curses aloud in the empty room…before he quietly states that she hasn’t said anything he doesn’t already know.

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PREMIUM END: HIS POV

Ever since I fell in love with that woman, I’ve been saying strange things. Even though I know it’s all just a burden on her…

From the shadows of the back alley, Silvio sneaks a peek at Emma chatting with the women at the port. The dress she’s wearing today is supposed to be a simple, refined design - but when Emma wears it she’s stunning, like a rose in bloom that charms everyone with its beauty. It’s a sight he could stare at forever….but he sighs when he feels the presence of someone else in the empty alley.

“Hey, don’t follow me, damn dog,” he grumbles at Rio.

Rio scoffs at that. “It’s my job to bring back the idiot prince who left his job.”

Silvio’s annoyed by that, as Rio comes to stand beside him and look over at him incredulously. Silvio defends his leaving by saying he’s done the essentials at least, but Rio points out there’s still a bunch of paperwork left to tackle.

“It’s fine if it waits until tomorrow. I’ve got more important things to do,” Silvio argues.

“You’re too overprotective, no two ways about it,” Rio sighs.

“Shut up,” Silvio retorts. “ She doesn’t exactly take very good care of herself, so better overprotective than not.”

Rio doesn’t say anything in reply to that, and Silvio lapses into musing to himself how Emma just casually does reckless things - she’d already worked herself into collapsing from fever once before. And when he’d taken her out on the town the other day, it was obvious the pressure and exhaustion were getting to her. Trying to reassure her about the rumors the merchants were spreading due to his own infatuation had only seemed to make things worse, and made him worry more. Hence his clandestine party watching.

He was right to come, though, he reasons as he clicks his tongue with irritation at the distant Emma and observes she’s def not feeling well.

“You noticed?” Rio asks, and Silvio points out to him how Emma’s lacking her usual spark. Rio seems surprised that Silvio can tell that from even this far away…but to himself, Silvio thinks how it’s not any wonder he could see that, given how much time he spends watching Emma.

But…can he really let her go to that party in such a state??

He takes a step forward as if to follow her onto the boat, only for Rio to stop him. “Hey! Don’t interrupt! You know Emma doesn’t want your help.”

That just pisses Silvio off, that Rio thinks he knows what Emma’s thinking. But most of all, he hates this - he can’t stand seeing Emma in pain or suffering.

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After the party, in the carriage he’s stuffed Emma into the moment it was over, the world’s longest and most awkward silence reigns until Emma’s finally fed up.

“Ahhhhrgh! What’s with the silence?!” she cries.

Silvio can’t think of what to say though, wracked with guilt as Emma’s words keep coming back to him.

“Do you really not trust me?”

It’s not that he doesn’t have faith in her, things just sort of ended up this way, and he’s frustrated trying to think of what else he should have done. Is she really trying to tell him that leaving her to her fever was the right thing to do?? He’s got things he wants to say to her, but he can’t seem to get his thoughts together well enough to articulate it no matter how desperately he wants to…and he only grows more frustrated with himself for not being able to put his feelings into words.

“If you have something to say, just say it!” she tells him.

“Sick people shouldn’t be shouting,” he scowls.

“I am not sick,” Emma argues.

He tells her not to lie, even as he concedes that her complexion’s improved at least. Putting a hand to her forehead to test her temperature, which seems normal now.

She suggests it might be due to her stress finally having ended, but to himself Silvio still vows to have a doctor take a look at her when they get home.

“You had a stomach ache the other day, and a fever today,” Silvio frowns.

“It’s fine to be a bit under the weather, as long as you get through it,” Emma counters. To himself he thinks that he’d do something about it long before it got to that point, but his train of thought is cut off when she prompts him again. “So, back to the subject -”

He’s still silent, unable to find the words, and feigns ignorance as he pointedly stares out the window to avoid her. The sea outside the carriage is calm, but his heart is in turmoil, as if struck by some great storm.

“The ocean is beautiful today, isn’t it?” Emma asks, seemingly having given up on the conversation as she looks out at the scenery as well.

“You wanna stop and see?” he offers, and she asks if that’s okay.

He tells her he’s got nothing else going on today…but he’s thinking how much he knows going to the beach makes her happy. And he’ll get this all straightened out, he’s determined.

With the sunset for a backdrop, he and Emma stroll along the beach - but he can’t stop the frown from creeping back onto his face, and Emma is too sharp to miss the expressions he makes.

“Are you angry?” she asks finally.

“Not with you,” he replies.

“Then, who are you angry with?” she presses.

“Myself of course, I guess,” he admits, and falls into his own thoughts again.

He knows the sort of woman Emma is, and yet he dared try and stomp all over her will. And worst of all, even though he was aware of it, all he could seem to do was annoy her.

Truth be told he, he’s really pissed at himself.

Emma comes to a stop, and he does as well a few steps later. The sound of the crashing waves seeming to chide the silence.

“I know it’s a selfish worry,” Silvio begins. He says that he knows being exhausted or anxious isn’t any sort of reason to shirk your role, and that he knows she wants to fulfill her duty as the king’s consort perfectly. Even though it’s not easy, he shouldn’t have thought trying to escape it was the right thing.

“You realize all that, and yet you still tried to take me away today?” Emma presses.

He admits that he does, he gets all of this and he knows all of it, but he still can’t help what he thinks. “I don’t want you to have to suffer because of me…” Silvio says, resigned. “I honestly don’t know how to make the woman I love happy.”

In the past, he was always surrounded by nothing but money. Never truly wishing to make someone else happy, so he’s clueless in this regard. But…Emma’s happiness is the only thing he ever wants. If money could buy it for her, he’d gladly spend every last penny he had…but that would never work.

He’s at a complete loss, fumbling like some kind of child. And that feeling has only grown stronger as the preparations for their engagement ceremony began and the burden fell harder on Emma. Working herself half to death like this, is she really happy?? True happiness should be her having the freedom to laugh, foolishly carefree, all the time.

He’s well aware that he’s hopelessly lost here, because he doesn’t understand the happiness of others.

“Sometimes, it occurs to me…” Emma begins, and he looks at her quizzically. “That you’re pretty adorable, aren’t you, Silvio!”

Scowling and redfaced, he asks if she’s trying to pick a fight - here he is, tying himself up into knots over this and she’s over there grinning?!

He grabs her head and musses it a bit, and she laughs out apologies.

“Quit grinning,” he grouses.

“People tend to do that when they’re happy,” she tells him, and he wonders aloud what exactly about what he just said made her feel happy. “All of it.”

He’s baffled, but Emma goes on to tell him she’s happy every day, actually.

“That’s coming from the woman who was on the ground with a stomachache yesterday?” he argues.

Emma says she was mostly joking around, and he was egging it on kind of too even, wasn't he? He’s still confused how that would make her happy, and she tells him it DOES, because it’s obvious how Silvio loves her with every bit of himself…a revelation that only leaves him stunned.

“I can do my very best every day because of you, and I want to work through it,” she explains. “You are my happiness.”

He’s unable to process this, reeling as he tries to puzzle it out. Emma is adored by so many people, unlike him - he never considered that something as simple as being loved would bring her happiness.

Aloud, he wonders if his worries seem stupid, and if something that simple is really enough to make her happy.

“It’s not that simple,” she assures him. “You’re the first person who makes me happy just by being there.”

He’d thought…that it was just him that felt like that. That surely Emma, who is used to being loved by everyone, would feel differently.

Or so he’d thought.

Without even realizing it, a smile comes to his face.

“Silvio…are you happy?” Emma asks.

He gives her crap about her eyes being blind, before admitting that he wouldn’t be smiling if he wasn’t happy right? She joyfully agrees, and offers him a smile brighter and more dazzling than the setting sun. The look of someone truly happy.

He does have something he wants to say to her - it’s finally hit him. Even with his worry for her, the overprotectiveness and being a burden on her, there’s just one feeling he wants to be sure she’s aware of.

“I’ll say this just one time,” he tells her, schooling his expression to seriousness. The midsummer sun shining on him, so hot he’s practically sweltering…but he wants to be sure he shares this with her before the ceremony. He takes a deep bracing breath of the sea breeze, and blows it out. “You’re the only one I’d ever be such a fool in love for.”

I can’t remember who I was before I met you, he thinks. That’s how crazy he is about her.

“I’m only going to say that once in my life,” he prompts her again, as she remains utterly silent. Vaguely affronted as her face remains turned down at the words he’d thrown away all his shame and pride to utter. “How can you not say anything?”

Now it’s just getting embarrassing, and he’s silently pleading with her to say something, anything at all. Grasping her chin and tilting her head up - only to find Emma’s face bright red, the deep blush covering even her ears and neck. Not a trace of her usual sass to be found.

“D-don’t look at me!” she sputters.

He’s blown away by her face, before he grins and tells her she’s 100% adorable, which only has her gasping that it’s a low blow to say something like that now.

He’ll take the cheater accusation though, gladly, he says…and to himself he’s thinking how gd frigging much he loves her as he steals those warm lips. Kissing her to keep her from realizing how head over heels he is too.

This moment, mesmerized and lost in her, with the sound of the waves crashing distantly - this is the most priceless of treasures. Something he could never ever buy, not with all the riches in the world.

~~~~~~~~

A few days later, the ceremony takes place to name Silvio heir and Emma his fiancee properly. Thanks to her efforts, the party goes off splendidly…

For some reason, the soon-to-abdicate king stops Silvio in an out of the way corner. He’s frustrated at being kept from Emma, but he bites back the urge to lash out over the waste of time.

“Hey, old geezer. If you don’t have shit to say, I’m gonna leave,” Silvio warns.

“Still talking like that? If you’re going to be king, you should at least clean up that filthy mouth,” the king warns.

Silvio says he only talks like that to the king, and he dismisses him, ready to leave, when the king stops him. He tells Silvio they’re not finished talking yet, and he offers the prince a drink. Practically shoving it into Silvio’s hand and filling it to the brim - a tradition for greeting and for blessing happy occasions in Benitoite.

Unhappy but unable to refuse, Silvio drains the glass in one go…and the old man does the same.

“You…” the old king begins. “Aren’t really like ‘her’ after all, I guess.”

The ‘her’ in question is his mother, Silvio knows. And just thinking of the woman who laughed as she tried to murder the current queen countless times makes him feel sick to his stomach. “Who’d wanna be like that bitch? I have no interest in being some kind of beast. Course, I’ve got no interest in being a nasty old codger like you either.”

The old king angrily says Silvio’s got a real gift for distracting him. “I thought I’d congratulate you even if it’s just a formality, but I guess that’s not necessary.”

“Ha, just now figuring that out?” Silvio scoffs.

The only one the king’s ever given a shit about was that fucking dog - it seems too late to try and be putting on an air of fatherly concern now, Silvio thinks. He slams the glass down on a nearby table and turns away.

“Do a good job, Silvio,” the king says to his back. “...It’s hard work making a woman happy in this position.”

He doesn’t need to be told something like that, he thinks. He already knows. The current queen has had her life threatened many times because of her position, and the king can’t keep her safe from everything. “Don’t worry, old man,” he tells the king as a parting shot. “Unlike you, I’m plenty capable.”

I’ll never make you unhappy, is his silent vow to Emma.

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Back in Silvio’s room, he’s got a new trial to deal with - the fact that by the time he escaped the old man and made it back to Emma, it was clearly too late. His fiancee is utterly obliterated after being toasted by so many well-wishers, and is uncharacteristically rather tipsy. Giggling at him and generally acting drunk now that they’re safely in private, although she’d managed to keep it together at the party and present a sober front.

She pleads with Silvio to acknowledge how well she did after drinking so much, and he grudgingly does - scowling though as he says how everyone in Benitoite is used to this sort of thing as a celebration but she’s from Rhodolite and not yet, so she shouldn’t overdo it.

“Okaaaaay,” she draws out.

“Can you drink some water?” he asks, and she proudly agrees she can manage that, downing a glass…but she’s getting as much of it on herself as she is in her mouth, spilling out around the edges.

“No, clearly you can’t. Are you doing that on purpose?” he asks suspiciously - it wouldn’t be the first time Emma has pretended to be drunk around him. (She does this in his route and forces him to carry her back to the carriage) But he’s pretty sure she’s not faking it this time…and he’s trying real hard not to be a perv and ogle the way she’s gotten the whole front of her dress wet.

He pushes the naughty thoughts aside and takes a nearby cloth to dry her off, which leads to her smiling up at him all dazedly and hugging him tightly.

“W-what the?” he asks, flustered.

“Silvio…tonight…is the first night since we got engaged,” she points out.

He’s still redfaced and silent as he notices the Benitoite gem winking on her ring finger, the one he’d given her as an engagement ring. An unmistakable reminder of the way their relationship had officially changed that leaves him reeling.

“I—I want to tell you that I love you a lot,” Emma goes on. “I love you so much Silvio!!”

And he’s left at an utter loss as to what he should do now…

TBC in epilogue!

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Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight — Villains Want to Embarrass Little Robin Story Event

Epilogue

Kate: "Ellis's "request"... Is this okay with you? Are you sure?

Ellis: "Yeah. Date with Jude and Miss Kate on my day off."

Jude: “There's no such thing as a date with the three of us.”

Each with a gelato of a different colour in hand, we sit on the stairs and look out over the city of London.

Ellis: “I saw that Miss Kate seemed to be having a good time on her last mission, so I thought the three of us would be good together."

(Looks like fun..... Was it?)

I try to remember what happened a few days ago.

I was surprised by Mr. Jude's Queen’s English,

I was blown away by Ellis's outrageous act,

Sleeping in a bed with the three of us.….

(......Well, the last one shocked me the most anyway)

I can't say that it was fun, but it was certain that laughter came to mind more than fear.

(Once again, it's thanks to the two of them that we were able to finish the mission safely.)

Ellis: “Here, Miss Kate. I'll give you a bite of mine."

Kate: "Wow..... Actually, I was a little curious of your gelato’s flavour, thank you very much."

I lick the chocolate-coloured gelato with my words.

Kate: "!....so sweet and delicious"

Ellis: "Fufu... I'm glad."

Ellis: “Give me Jude's, too."

Without waiting for Mr. Jude's response, Ellis ate the light yellow food in a single bite.

Jude: "Tsk.... I'm telling you to stop eating without permission."

Ellis: "That's right, I'm sorry. But it was delicious, thank you for the meal."

Ellis is the same as always, even to Mr. Jude who seems to be in a bad mood.

After working together with several missions, I get the sense that....... The two of them do not get along well with each other, but it is natural that they have each other's backs.

(......Somehow, it's nice)

I was a little jealous, and when I was staring blankly at Jude's hand,

Ellis: "Miss Kate, do you want to eat Jude’s too?”

Kate: "What?"

When Ellis suddenly said that, my voice turned inside out.

Kate: "No, I was staring at him for a different reason.”

The tip of Mr. Jude's tongue scoops up the pear gelato.

(Ah... but it sure looks delicious.)

Jude: “…..Do you want it?”

Kate: "Eh, is it okay.......?"

I was puzzled when he offered it to me, but I put my lips to it and extended my tongue.

But just before the tip of the tongue touched, the gelato went away.

Kate: “…….?”

Jude: “.....Ha, your face."

Mr. Jude laughed at me who was stuck with my tongue out, and licked another mouthful of gelato.

Kate: "Hey, that's terrible.... Fiddle with my appetite….!”

Ellis: “All right, all right. ......Next time you can eat his like I do, Miss Kate."

Jude: “I told you not to do that. I'm going to beat you to a pulp.”

Ellis said as if he suddenly remembered while I quietly enjoying my own portion of lemon gelato.

Ellis: "Oh, that's right. What is Miss Kate's request?"

Kate: "Eh? Oh...”

Kate: “I'm fine with it because it was the two of you that kept me from being exposed."

Ellis: "But you did a lot of hard work, right?"

Ellis: "I want to fulfil your “request”."

Jude: “………”

Mr. Jude is looking towards the day after tomorrow, as if to say that this question and answer is meaningless.

Kate: "Well then......"

Kate: "Can you tell me how Ellis came to work at Jude's company?"

Ellis: "Is that a request for me? Or a request for Jude?"

Kate: "Both of you. This one is enough."

Jude: “It's a bunch of nonsense. You don't need that useless information.”

Kate: "Yes, it's fine."

Ellis: "Well... I wonder where to start."

Ellis: “When I first met Jude in London, he put me to sleep with his curse ability right after a few words.”

Kate: “Eh…..!?”

Ellis: "That was the first time Jude realised his ability, right?"

Jude: "I thought he was dead because he suddenly rolled to the ground."

Kate: "So, what happened...?"

Jude: "He woke up when I was smoking."

Kate: "Were you smoking next to someone you thought might be dead.....?"

Ellis: "At that time, I thought maybe he was the same as me, so I also showed my ability."

Kate: "...You mean that you restrained Mr. Jude's wrists...?"

(I don't know what to be scared of...)

Jude: "You don't need that part.”

Ellis: “So, since I didn't have a place to stay, he took me to his house.”

Kate: "Yeah... They say don't follow people you meet for the first time......"

Kate: "Or rather, Mr. Jude shouldn't bring someone you've met for the first time to your house...?"

Jude: “I don't need you to tell me how to manage my life.”

Ellis: "And, I signed the contract."

Kate: "I'm starting to feel like I'm listening to a bad scam experience...... With the way things are going, why did you sign.....?"

Ellis: “I don't have to worry about food, work, or a place to live. .....because he promised me."

Ellis: "I'm waiting for the time when Jude will be the happiest in his life."

Kate: "A promise that will be fulfilled at that time, you mean?"

Ellis: "Yes. He promises to fulfil my request when that time comes."

Kate: “Your request?”

Ellis smiled and avoided the answer.

Ellis: "But... It's hard to come. I wonder if Jude has always been unhappy."

Jude: "You're so noisy."

Kate: "What about Mr. Jude? Why did you decide to hire Ellis?"

Jude: “His physical ability and his curse are useful. He's definitely a bit of a nutcase."

Jude: "There's no way we're going to miss this precious labour force."

Kate: ".....Aiming for the body......?”

Jude: "Stop using creepy phrases."

(Mr. Jude wants to use Ellis conveniently, and Ellis wants Mr. Jude to grant his wish.)

They are by each other's side for each other's purposes...... I guess it's a contractual relationship.

(But...... I feel like that contract was finalised because it was these two people, not anyone else.)

Anyone else would surely have had a different outcome.

I think it's stronger than the bonds of friendship and love.

Ellis: "Well, next's Jude's turn."

Jude: “……..”

After thinking a little, Mr. Jude pointed at me,

Jude: "...From here”

His fingertip pointed across the main street.

Jude: "Run as fast as you can to the bookstore five blocks away and buy these."

On the paper that was given to me, there was a lot of the name of the book.

Kate: "Why do I need to run as fast as I can....?"

Jude: "It's boring when it's just an errand, isn't it?"

Jude: "....Will you keep your promise?"

(That's right......)

Kate: "I'm going......!”

I ate the rest of the gelato and ran through the city of London.

Ellis: ".....You don't have to run.”

Jude: "If you let her walk too long, she'll look back."

Ellis: "Four, five... seven? Who is it this time? Those who have a grudge against Jude again?"

Jude: "I don't know."

Jude: "Three minutes. Finish it before the princess comes back."

Ellis: “Give me two and a half minutes. You'll be thirsty, I'll have to buy you some water."

Jude: "Tsk..... If you do it, you should do four people."

Ellis: "Understood."

Without making any arrangements or exchanging eye contact, the two casually stepped into London’s thinly lit streets.

With the image of Kate coming home breathless.

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