Here is the translation for the R18 version of Koezaru wa Akai Hana: Suren's scene The Worst Couple.
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The sound of insects singing their seasonal song could be heard in the distance.
At a time of day when I would normally be listening to their relaxing tones, I was in the mood for a tongue-lashing.
Naala:
(I wonder if I’m catching bad habits.)
Suren:
“Hey, pour me a drink.”
Naala:
“...”
Next to me, the owner of those bad habits was having dinner and gave me an order as if it were completely natural.
He indicated a bottle of alcohol with his chin and held out his cup.
(Do it yourself)
“...No”
Naala:
“...No.”
It was a short but strong sign of refusal, and I looked in the other direction.
I hated the way he tried to bend people’s hearts and minds with his pompous behavior.
I don’t know why he’s so concerned about us eating together in the first place, even if this is a Nasla custom.
I tried to ignore him but heard his taunting, provocative voice.
Suren:
“Oh yeah, by the way… that woman named Shalu approaches me every day, begging me to trade you for her.”
Naala:
“...!”
Suren:
“I’m a pretty nice guy, so maybe one day I’ll actually fulfill her request.”
I turn around, grinding my teeth as if to rub out my frustration.
Suren raised his cup, a nasty smile forming on his smug face.
Naala:
“...Here you go, husband.”
I offered his drink in a flat, formal voice. Even that took everything I had, but Suren furrowed his brow, seeming dissatisfied.
Suren:
“That was pretty lifeless.”
Naala:
“This is just how I am.”
Suren:
“Not when you’re with him.”
Naala:
“Him?”
Suren:
“Nalan. I know you smile more when you’re with him.”
Naala:
“Are you sure you’re not imagining things?”
Suren:
“Nope, you were smiling.”
Certainly, when it was just me and Nalan together, that situation might have occurred.
But I’m sure that’s never happened with Suren around, partly because I’m always on edge.
(Maybe he’s just wary of me, keeping an eye out for me.)
(I wonder when he could have seen that…)
Naala:
(I wonder when he could have seen that…)
I thought Suren was only interested in my body, but apparently, that’s not quite the case.
Whether it’s through a monopoly of domination, he seems to want whoever he’s made into “his woman” to have a certain amount of attachment to him.
Suren:
“If you can smile with him, then you can talk normally with me.”
Naala:
“...Why?”
Suren:
“Because I’m your husband.”
He spoke in a tone as if to say “Of course, why would you think otherwise.”
I’m tired of refuting him, so I’ll just let it slide.
Naala:
“Yeah, right…”
I lost what little appetite I might have had, already drained due to fatigue.
Naala:
(But, I have to drink this much…)
On the tray is the liquid meal that Nalan made for me.
I remembered the sweetness that melted on my tongue and consciously woke up my appetite.
All right, I made up my mind and reached for the vessel…
Suren:
“...”
Naala:
(He’s staring at me again…)
That sharp, pointed glare. I lose my appetite every time I feel it.
With a sigh, I let my shoulders drop and put the vessel I was holding back on the tray.
Suren:
“You’re not gonna drink it?”
Naala:
“Maybe later.”
Suren:
“Hmm…”
Silence fell and only the sound of insects dominated our surroundings.
Normally he’d be complaining, so why is he staying silent now?
I had no idea what Suren was thinking, and to be honest, it was terrifying.
Suren:
“...”
I felt a strong gaze on my cheek and I felt a cold sweat breaking out on my back.
I knew he was staring at me, so I kept looking down, trying not to make eye contact, even if I wanted to.
After I had endured for a while, a hand reached out from the side and took the vessel that was on my tray.
I heard what sounded like drinking and knew that the juice had been taken away.
Naala:
(After Nalan went through the trouble of making it for me…)
This is too much, even for harassment.
I turned away to cry, and suddenly I was grabbed.
Naala:
“Wh…”
~Picture~
Naala:
“!?”
I tried to protest, but my mouth was blocked by something soft. Something poured into me immediately, and I almost spit it out.
Naala:
“Nngh, guh…!”
Breathing through my nose, I gasp as a sweet smell pierces my nostrils. Stunned, I recognized the taste and knew what I had been given to drink.
Suren:
“...There, you drank it.”
Naala:
“Wh-what are you doing?!”
My voice trails off, more in surprise than anger.
I never thought that I would be forced to drink it “mouth-to-mouth”.
~End Picture~
Suren:
“Don’t be so surprised, it’s not like we haven’t done more than that.”
He pulled me closer to him, and the horror of that night came back to me. My whole body stiffened reflexively, and Suren laughed in a low deep tone.
Suren:
"Don't worry, I won't do it today."
Naala:
"Then why did you..."
Suren:
"If I leave you be, you won't eat anything. And if I force you to eat something you’d probably just spit it out."
Naala:
"But still, you can't make me drink like this...!"
While I protested, Suren raised his glass and took another sip.
I tried to struggle free from his restraints, but his muscle-covered arms would not budge.
~Picture~
Naala:
"Hmm... hmm..."
My desperate resistance was quickly suppressed, and my lips were pressed together again.
The sweet juice flowing down my throat felt as hot as boiling water.
The moment I moved my tongue to yell, it came into contact with Suren's, and I flinched.
Suren:
“...”
Naala:
"Hm!? Ngh…!"
My fleeing tongue was entangled and sucked hard.
Then, every now and then, his sharp canines would gently bite down, as if enjoying the taste of the juice remaining on my tongue.
Naala:
“Stop…!”
In the brief moment that our lips parted, I turned my face away, but he grabbed my chin and tilted it up again.
Naala:
"Y-you said you wouldn't today..."
Suren:
“I’ve changed my mind."
Naala:
"Don't just go back on your word! You barbarian..."
"Ngh! Stop..."
~End Picture~
I hit his chest several times because I was short of breath. The tongue that had been licked so thoroughly was released, and I breathed heavily.
Naala:
"Is this also a part of a wife's duty...?"
We undressed so close that our noses were almost touching. His narrowed eyes looked strangely passionate, and it made my body tremble.
Suren:
“...Yeah, that’s right my bride. This is a time without boundaries."
Naala:
“N-no…!”
As I was about to be embraced deeply, I instinctively raised my arm, but my hand hit the vessel Suren was holding, and the content of the vessel was splashed all over me.
Naala:
(Ah…)
The thick liquid ran down my neck and slid between my breasts.
I shuddered in disgust, and Suren was next to my ear, his mouth clenched.
Suren:
"Well, isn't it thoughtful of you to prepare such a sweet treat to finish off the meal?"
He sucked and smoothed his tongue over the juices.
The feeling of the moist flesh sliding over my skin opened up every pore in my body.
Naala:
“...!”
Even though he was only licking, the sticky sounds sounded extremely lewd.
He nibbled on my neck several times as if tasting it, and a sensation slightly different from ticklish arose.
Once I had relaxed, he picked me up and lowered me onto the bed next to him.
Naala:
"I thought you wouldn't do it again..."
As my clothes are ripped off, I mutter complaints to vent my frustration.
Suren:
"Huh? Why?"
Naala:
"Because you weren't there last night..."
Suren:
"Oh? So you were sulking because I didn't pay you any attention last night."
Naala:
"That's not true! I just..."
Suren:
"Sorry. I couldn't get away from work last night."
A large hand stroked from my head down to my body as if to soothe me. His hand was so unexpectedly gentle that for a moment I almost relaxed.
"What a stupid thing to do," I stuttered in my mind and glared up at him. This really made me seem like a sulky wife who isn't getting any attention.
Naala:
"It's fine if you didn't come back at all."
Suren:
"Yes, yes. I was lonely without you too."
Naala:
"Stop joking around..."
“Hm!”
Before I knew it, I had been stripped completely naked while protesting.
My chest, which still had juice remaining, was licked, and I flinched.
Naala:
“...!”
When I instinctively tried to cover myself up, my arms were pinned down to the bed, and a strong sense of shame welled up inside me.
His alluring gaze seemed to penetrate beneath my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
Naala:
"...If you want to hold me, turn off the lights."
I was the one who turned on the overhead lights in the room, not wanting to be alone with him in the dark.
But if things were going to turn out like this, I should have turned them all off.
Of course, Suren could see everything about my body, too.
I'm not used to people seeing my body, so even this takes a lot of mental strength.
Suren:
"Why?"
Naala:
"Why...?"
Suren:
"You can't see it in the dark."
Naala:
"You don't have to look."
Suren:
"I want to see you. That way, I'll feel like I've got you."
Maybe in Suren's mind, I’m some sort of trophy or something.
...I know that, but his voice sounds so happy, and I can almost get the illusion that he loves me.
But that's not the case. There's not a trace of love here.
Naala:
"P-please... let's finish this quickly."
Otherwise, I would have been overcome with humiliation and shame.
Suren:
"...That's up to you.”
His ripe tongue pressed against the swell of my breast, running up as if enjoying its elasticity.
Perhaps it was the viscosity of the juice that made me feel the presence of the taste buds clinging to my skin, and my whole body tingled.
My attention was captured by the spot where Suren's tongue was touching, and all my blood rushed to that spot.
But for some reason, he didn't touch the tip of my breast.
Suren:
"They’re already hard even though I haven't even touched it."
Perhaps because he was slowly teasing the surrounding area, I suddenly noticed that the tip of my nipple was sticking out, as if in a state of impatience.
I felt as if he had implicitly called me a "slut," and my face grew hot.
Naala:
"Well, you're the one who licks all those weird places..."
Suren:
"What do you mean by strange? Please, tell me."
With a mischievous smile, Suren lightly sucked on my protruding nipple.
It was only a slight sensation, but it sent shockwaves down to my toes.
Naala:
“Nngh...!”
Suren:
"...That’s a nice reaction."
He slid his arms under my arched back and pulled me to him.
His palms pressed up around my shoulder blades and he applied pressure from the front.
Naala:
"Hmm... ugh."
Having my tip sucked while there was pressure on my chest made the tip tingle more than if it was just sucked.
When his lips pulled my engorged tip, I let out a scream-like cry.
Naala:
"H, uh...!"
Suren:
"Let me hear you more..."
I have no intention of complying with his demands.
But even as I'm being sucked and handled, I find myself getting louder and louder.
Naala:
“Ah! Ah, ahh…! Stop, please… stop…nngh!
The mixed sensation of pain and pleasure creates an inexplicable heat deep in my loins.
Naala:
"N-no… ah."
I feel something a little slimy between my legs, and tears well up in the corners of my eyes.
There's no way that's possible... that I could "feel something."
Naala:
(No, this is too fast...)
I wanted to deny it, but his fingertips traveled downwards, parting the bushes and tracing the cleft.
When I twisted my hips to hide my wetness, he forcefully exposed the depths of my petals.
Naala:
"H-ah...!"
The tips of Suren's fingers were a little dry. My private parts, which had only been damp from my body, were pulled by the dry skin, causing a slight pain.
Suren seemed to notice and changed his touch to one that seemed more caring, and perhaps because I relaxed with relief, the nectar began to ooze out.
He gently kneaded the area around the bud, which had begun to swell, and the area near its opening, with the pads of his fingers.
Suren:
"Does it hurt…?"
Naala:
"Hmm, it doesn't hurt... but..."
At the mercy of this unfamiliar sensation, I accidentally let something slip.
After answering honestly, I bit my lip in regret.
This kind of loving and being loved conversation wasn't suitable for us.
Suren:
"Oh, you’re getting wet…”
My lewd act is immediately commented on, and I feel like crying.
I don't want to get him any wetter, but the more I resist, the more his fingers become slippery.
Naala:
"That's not possible..."
Suren:
"Oh, so what is this?"
The friction was strong at first, but as the rubbing changed from strong to weak, it turned into a numbness.
The nectar that coated his thick fingers finally started making obscene noises.
Suren:
"You sure you didn't get any pleasure from me?"
His wet fingers were held up in front of me, and my face burned with humiliation.
I glared up at him, trying not to let the tears welling up in my eyes spill out.
Naala:
"No way. It doesn't feel good at all."
Suren:
“Oh…?”
He raised one shoulder and narrowed his eyes, a sadistic smile reminiscent of a ruler.
Suren:
"Well then, it seems that anything I do won’t make you feel good."
The weight on my body disappeared and I thought to myself, "Is this the end for tonight?"
Suren:
"So you put it in and do as you like."
Naala:
“Huh…?”
Suren, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, twisted his torso and turned around.
I froze, not understanding what he was saying, when he pointed to the space between my legs with his chin.
I followed his gaze and finally understood.
Naala:
"You want me to put it in myself?"
My eyes are drawn to the base of both thighs, covered in strong muscles - and to his erect penis, which stands erect like a living creature.
I don't want to look, but I can't look away from the strange, sinister presence.
Suren：
"What's the matter? Hurry up. You'll fulfill your 'wifely duties' right?"
The moment I saw that provocative smile, my blood rose with rage.
Gritting my teeth, I shifted on the bed and knelt down to look down.
I consciously clenched my thighs, which were starting to twitch with fear.
Naala:
"I guess I can just put it in myself."
If I backed down now, it would mean I'd lost my heart as well.
I couldn't bear the idea of submitting others to a man who only saw women as tools.
Thinking that this was better than losing the last of my pride, I made up my mind and held up my other record.
Suren:
"Hang on a sec."
I made a bold move to straddle Suren's clothes, but my attempt was thwarted.
I raised my eyebrows and looked over, and he gave me another order with his chin.
Suren:
"Turn around and sit down."
Naala:
“Why?”
Suren:
"Oh, do you want me to embrace you?"
If I say that, then there's no way we could connect face-to-face. I don't want him to think that's what I want.
Naala:
“...Fine, I get it."
I straddled him backwards and timidly placed my hand on his curved member.
I felt it flinch the moment I touched it, and the fear I had forgotten in my anger returned to me.
And when I touched his penis for the first time, it was harder and more eerie than I had expected.
Could something so thick and long really fit inside me...? Illuminated by the wax light, the mass of flesh looked like a murder weapon.
Naala:
(But this is the only thing I have to do...)
I knew it was possible from my experience the other day. But when it came time to actually insert it, I remembered the pain and hesitated.
As I glared at him, he hit me from behind in a mocking tone.
Suren:
"If you're scared, should I wait until I get used to it?"
Naala:
"Get used to it...?"
Suren:
"Yeah, I'm gonna stir up that mess of yours and play with it until you beg me to make you feel even better."
His fingers caressed my inner thighs, tracing sensitive spots.
I grabbed his provocative hand, took a peek behind me, and leaned forward.
Naala:
"...It's fine. I'm not scared at all."
I placed my hand on something hard and aimed it at my entrance, which was twitching with fear.
I took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and as I exhaled, I lowered my hips.
~Picture~
Naala:
“Eek…!”
Suren:
"What's wrong? You're only going in a little bit?"
Naala:
"H-Hold on... I'm going to put it in right now."
That said, the sheer size of the presence I felt inside made me want to run away.
My entrance was tingling as it was pushed open, and I feared it might tear apart.
Naala:
“Guh..!”
I take another deep breath and finally swallow it all the way down to the tip.
A dull, gradual pain spreads from the inside, and my inner thighs go into spasm.
Naala:
“U-ugh…!”
Still, holding back the tears, I desperately tried to lower myself, when I heard stifled laughter next to my ear.
Suren:
“Hehe…”
Thinking that he was making fun of me, I twisted my head and glared at him... Then he grabbed my chin from under my head and forced me to face him.
Naala:
“What are you doing…!”
Suren:
"It's a great view, isn't it?"
Naala:
“What…”
Up until that point, I'd been so focused on what was below that I'd barely looked straight ahead.
But when he pointed that out, I remembered what was there - a large full-length mirror.
The mirror reflecting the wax light gave a clear picture of me with my legs spread wide, preparing to accept what was in me.
Naala:
“...!”
Suren:
"Do you see it? You, trying to take what's mine into yourself..."
His rough fingers were protruding near the entrance, which had swelled due to their union. I followed his movement with my eyes and intensely regretted it.
The fact that my wet private parts were exposed, and my current position, were all so embarrassing that I wanted to die.
Suren:
"Don't run away. Make sure you know who you belong to."
My disheveled state, something I didn't even want to know about, appears right before my eyes...
I quickly turned my face away, but was grabbed by the chin and forced to face it again.
I had been ordered around and had accepted his domination. The cruel truth that was projected onto my face dug into my heart.
Suren:
"Giving in already? Your resolve is pretty lukewarm."
Naala:
“!”
I bit my lower lip and tried to hold back my tears. I made up my mind that I definitely wouldn't cry, and closed my eyes just once.
I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and at the same time lowered my hips.
Naala:
“Ugh…!”
Suren:
"Hey! Don't put it all in at once...!"
Naala:
"Shut up..."
Even though it was my second time, it still hurt this much.
As the hot mass of flesh went deeper inside me, an intense pain shot up through my head.
It felt like my organs were being pushed up and were going to come out of my mouth.
Naala:
"Ugh... ugh..."
Suren:
"— Let’s leave it at that."
When I stopped and looked up, I could see Suren in the mirror was furrowing his brow, looking as if he was enduring something.
Could it be that he was in pain too?
It felt like I'd finally defeated someone, and a slight sense of superiority welled up inside me.
Naala:
"I-it’s not all the way in yet, you know."
This time I put my body weight into it, swallowing it even deeper.
I felt the dead end being pushed up, and I lost my breath.
Naala:
“Ugh…!”
Suren:
"Ugh! Hah... haa... Idiot... That was so unexpected, that I almost let it out."
Naala:
“Huh?”
I was so focused that I couldn't hear what he said. At least, Suren looked frustrated during the race, so I guessed my revenge was successful.
I felt a little happy and said proudly.
Naala:
"Huh... I put it all in."
Even though I had vowed not to cry, as I spoke tears began to flow.
His soft lips sucked them up, letting them run down my neck.
Suren:
"...Yeah, that's right."
I expected him to respond sarcastically, but the voice I heard sounded so emotional that I was confused by his response.
Suren:
“!”
As the tension eased and I started to relax a little, I felt him twitch inside me.
The smooth part of the head of his penis rubbed against my cervix, sending spasms deep inside my stomach.
Naala:
“Hmm…”
Suren:
"Nice voice…”
Naala:
"What?! You idiot, why would you say... Ah?!"
Just as I was about to reply, he grabbed my waist and thrust lightly.
I reflexively squeezed his shaft tighter, and a muffled voice came from behind me.
Suren:
"Your insides are... particularly narrow."
Naala:
"Hah, ah, oh..."
The joint was pressed tightly together and then rocked gently.
As the same movements were patiently continued as if to loosen up my inside, the pain gradually began to subside.
There was still a sense of pressure, but it wasn't unbearable.
Naala:
"Huh, ah...?”
I was confused by the change in my senses. As if sensing this, he shook me violently, as if to gauge my reaction.
Naala:
“Hyaa!?”
Suren:
"Don't squeeze me like that."
When I was shocked and stiffened my body, it seemed to put pressure on my insides. Suren's thing jumped out as if angry, stimulating my inner walls.
Naala:
"Ahh, haahh...!"
Suren:
"Just a little more... relax."
Naala:
"It’s too much... Ah!"
Even though this was my second time, there was no way I could relax. I look at Suren in the mirror with teary eyes.
Suren:
"Don't look at me like that... you'll get killed.”
Naala:
"Huh!?"
My nipples were pinched as if to reprimand me, and my back arched. Before I could even realize that the intense sensation was pleasure, he penetrated deep inside me.
Naala:
"Hi! Ahh!"
My swollen clitoris and swaying breasts were being crushed. Combined with the penetrating movements inside, a chill-like sensation rose up from her waist.
A huge amount of nectar overflowed from deep inside, and the sticky, squishy sounds grew louder.
Suren:
"Oh, your uterus has dropped… It's sucking me in deeper than before..."
Naala:
"Ah, ah, huh…?"
My mind was hazy and I couldn't make out exactly what Suren was saying.
Suren:
"Look... yours is hungrily sucking on my dick... it feels so good, you can't stand it."
Naala:
“ Ah, hnn, no way… It’s not, ah!
Suren:
"What are you talking about, it’s not?... Your insides are twitching deep like crazy... desperately craving my seed!"
Naala:
"Ahh!? Ah, ahh! No, nooooo!”
Suren:
“If you don’t like it inside, then relax a bit more… if you keep going like this it’ll come out… Are you okay with that?”
Naala:
“S-stop…!”
I shook my head slowly as I heard the threatening whispers. The moment I heard them, even though my head was telling me it was no, deep inside my body trembled with ecstasy.
A strong numbness spread from my waist to my whole body, and the walls of my vagina pressed against Suren's thing as if begging for it.
Naala:
"Ahh! Ahh!"
The slimy insides are rubbed and pushed open, making my thoughts cloudy.
Suren:
"Ngh, ugh…!"
The next moment I felt his rod bounce, hot droplets slammed into the deepest part of my body. The impact triggered something in my head to explode.
Naala:
"Yaaaahh!!!"
"Haa... haa... haa..."
What on earth had happened?... I felt so tired, and my lower body was in spasms.
Just as I was about to lose strength and slip forward, I was pulled back and fell backward.
~ End Picture~
– I was being held by Suren. Yes, I vaguely knew that, but I was so sleepy that I didn't feel like resisting.
Suren:
“...You just came.
Naala:
“Huh…?”
Suren:
“You came, right?”
It wasn't just about feeling sleepy; my consciousness was fading rapidly. But the weight of the load was so heavy I couldn't help it.
I had no idea what he was saying, so I asked again, half asleep.
Naala:
“Wh…at…?”
Suren:
“H-Hey!?”
As I fall asleep, I hear the final line.
Suren:
"...Haa. What a stubborn woman."
Ah, it must be just my imagination.
The voice sounded exasperated, yet infuriatingly kind.
~ END~
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