Koezaru wa Akai Hana  or The Crimson Flower that Divides Lunar Coupling  is a R18 otome game that was released in the West for the Switch BUT without most of the R18 content (like a certain other R18 that was released). So here we are again, translating the spice they left out so we can enjoy the game to the fullest! ⚠ Please be warned! This game contains some graphic content! Some of the scenes might not be everyone's cup of tea . The more graphic scene will have a warning sign. ⚠  Story Will Naala’s future be one of subordination, or…? The story unfolds on a continent where the number of women has drastically decreased due to an incurable disease known as “The Rot.” A young girl, Naala, lives in the southern country of Rus. Her mother is abducted by the northern country of Nasla, leaving her as an orphan. Her childhood friend Auri, the next king of Rus and someone whom she adores like a brother, supported her through her hardships. Several years after that nightmarish night…Naala was welcomed into the royal family, and began to feel at ease in her life as Auri’s bride to be. However…The nightmare begins again, as a decision will have to be made in front of the Nasla army that is kidnapping women. A fictional world that’s full of exoticism. This is a romance adventure game for women that depicts rich romantic relationships that involve the character’s countries, along with conflicts and beliefs. Official Synopsis Translations Touya: -Time to Choose / Coming Soon... -Sweet Kisses / Coming Soon... -Lovely Life / Coming Soon... -The Pits of Paradise / Coming Soon... -Shaky World / Coming Soon... Suren: -Time of Selection / Coming Soon... -The Worst Couple / Coming Soon... -Bonds / Coming Soon... -Final Chapter: The Battle of Love / Coming Soon... -Final Chapter: Broken Bird / Coming Soon... Nohl: - Beginning of Dinner ⚠  - The Bride's Night  - Broken Bonds 1   ⚠  - Broken Bonds 2   ⚠ -Final Chapter: Pet Slave ⚠ Ruzi: - Remnants of Heat - Final Chapter: Never-ending Research Naran: - Melting Words - Final Chapter: Fareway Future Cef: - The Couple's Hand - Final Chapter: Gentle Tone Characters Touya | VA. Shinnosuke Tachibana The king of Nasla, who ascended to the throne just one year ago. In accordance with a law that his father, the previous king established, he kidnaps many women from Rus (including the heroines) in order to prevent their bloodlines from dying out. However, he also established the Nasla Selection Law, preventing things such as violence against women. With policies that differ from the previous king, he spends his days thinking about ways to protect women’s feelings. Suren | VA. Eiji Miyashita Nasla’s military commander. On the battlefield, his authority is second only to the king. As his attitudes towards the opposite sex are pompous and coercive, he is feared by the Rus women, but his subordinates trust him immensely. Contrary to his crude appearance, he is quick-witted and very astute. Nohl | VA. Chihiro Suzuki The king’s most trusted vassal, in the political arena his influence is second only to the king’s. While he may seem kind and agreeable, sometimes his cold-blooded side can be seen in his stance of putting the country above all else. He doesn’t seem to have any interest in romance, dodging the issue with a smile even if a woman asks him about it. Ruzi | VA. Masatomo Nakazawa A young man that the heroine comes into contact with normally as everyone around him is embroiled in competition to find their bride. He is a pacifist with a relaxed nature, who does not anger easily. Through his profession as a doctor, he is extremely popular among both men and women, and often acts as an arbitrator. On a certain rule, he will work together towards the same goal. Naran | VA. Noriaki Sugiyama A lively guy who thinks of Suren as an older brother, and is always following him around. His personality is straightforward and pure, but this sometimes makes him clumsy emotionally. On a certain route, he provides emotional support for the troubled heroine. Cef | VA. Toshimitsu Oda The only son of the minister of the opposition forces. Currently he serves as the minister (his father’s) secretary…officially at least. He is a troublemaker who doesn’t care for taking a wife and doesn’t take anything seriously. Under his philosophy of “don’t get into conflict with anyone” he has lived an idle life. However, on a certain route, he’ll be inspired by the heroine’s recklessness and bravery, and little by little… Source

Here is the translation for the R18 version of Koezaru wa Akai Hana:  Nohl's scene Broken Bonds. ⚠DISCLOSURE: Please keep in mind the content warnings of this scene which are: Public Play, Verbal Humiliation. Translated Video Select: Options ⇀ Events ⇀ Cef ⇀ 壊れた料2 Stepping out into the hallway, I looked around me to make sure there was no one there. Once I was sure no one was there, I began to slowly walk down the hall. Naala: “...” With each step I took, the lewd wet sounds seemed to grow louder. If someone were to hear me and find out that I'm walking around with a dildo inside...  Just thinking about it makes me want to burst into tears. Naala: (I need to finish this quickly somehow...) However, if I walk too fast I might drop the dildo. With that fear constantly on my mind, I can't walk fast and I become even more aware of what's buried inside me. Naala: “...Mm” The feeling of humiliation blurred my vision and tears threatened to spill. But I didn't want to give up halfway through, as it would mean giving in to Nohl's as well. Naala: (I don't want to lose because of something like this...) If I could get him to carry out my orders, maybe he would start to see me in a new light. Maybe our relationship could go back to how it was before... With these thoughts in mind, I walked down the dark corridor. Naala: “Hah, hah… hah…” Was this corridor always this long? Just a few steps felt like a thousand miles. Just walking and minding the space between my legs took more energy than I'd expected. Touya:  “Naala?” Naala: “! Touya!” I was about halfway to Touya's room. I was worried if I'd be able to make it that far, so I let out a cry of joy at the unexpected arrival of my savior. I couldn't help but thank the spirits. Touya looked at me quizzically as I spoke in a garbled voice. Naala: "Um, well... Nohl asked me to give this to you..." Touya: “Nohl did?” Naala: "It's some urgent paperwork, so… ngh!" That instant, my whole body stiffened. The essence of the Nohl that had been poured into my body oozed out from the gaps in the plug, dripping down my thighs. If any of it were to spill on the ground, exposing myself right in front of Touya, I would have no excuses. Naala: (Please, don't notice...) Touya: "?…Is something wrong?” Naala: "I-it’s... nothing.” I tried to disguise the fact that I was being rude by handing over the documents, but I couldn't stop my hands from shaking. Touya: “...” Naala: “Do you, need something?” Touya: “Ah, no… it’s nothing.” I felt like he had seen me looking flushed, but it seemed I had jumped to conclusions. Touya took the document and read it using the moonlight. Touya: "Ah, this is it. It wasn't in a particular hurry, but... I’m glad to receive it. Please tell Noll that I'm grateful that he submitted it so quickly." Naala: (...Nohl, you liar) (Why is this happening...?) I can't stand to be subjected to this. Naala: (Why is this happening to me…?) Questions just kept swirling around in my mind. Naala: (Anyway, I can't let Touya find out...) If I were to be found out, I don't know what excuse he'd use to blame me next time. I shudder as I remember that cold gaze. Naala: (...)  At the same time, the painful heat that had penetrated inside me also rebelled deep inside my body. Naala: “...” Why does my lower back ache so much? A chill-like numbness runs from my lower back through to my brain. Touya: “…Do you maybe have a fever? Your face is a little flushed.” Naala: "I-I’m fine. Anyway, I'm glad I made it in time.” Pretending to be relieved, I let out a breath. My breath was so hot that it was no longer possible to act normally. Touya: "Don't push yourself. If the work is too tough, I'll let Nohl know." His sincere tone and gaze made me feel guilty. Even though he was so worried about me, I couldn't tell him the truth. Naala: "I’m fine, so... I’ve got to go back to work..." I can't breathe. I don't want to stand there for even a second. I begged Touya, looking at him, wanting him to just leave me alone. Touya: “...” I saw Touya's Adam's apple go up and down as he swallowed. Naala: “Touya…?” Touya： "Ah, no..." Touya looked away, as if embarrassed. However, my thoughts were too cloudy to consider what that meant. It was already difficult for me to continue the conversation, so I took a deep breath. Naala: “! ...Ha” Touya: "...You seem in pain." Naala: “......” Not wanting to say anything more, I shook my head. Touya: "Would you like to rest in my room?" Naala: “...What?” Shocked by the sudden offer, I looked up. ...There's no way I can accept it. I feel like if I accept it, things will only get worse. Touya: "If you're okay with that..." Naala: "Sorry... But I..." ???: "Oh, you were busy?" Naala: “!?” A cold voice came from behind me, making my shoulders instinctively jump.  I timidly turned around and saw Nohl standing there with a smile on his face. Nohl: "Did my wife do something wrong?" Touya: "No, I was just worried because she seemed a little unwell." Nohl: "Oh no, that's not good. I will take her back, so please return to your room, Lord Touya." Touya: "Well then, I'll leave it to you, but don't push her too hard." Nohl: "I understand." Listening to the sound of his footsteps departing, I took a deep breath. I felt like I had been under the water for a long time and finally emerged to breathe. Naala: "Hey, isn't this enough? I've walked quite a bit and even handed the documents over to Touya." The voice I let out was more pathetic than I expected, and it didn't sound like my own. Nohl: "There were some unexpected events... but well, I had fun, so I guess it's okay." Seeing Nohl smile, I let out a sigh of relief. With the sole desire to put an end to this nightmare, I accepted his words of forgiveness. Nohl: "Well...since it's been a while, so I'll take it off now.” Naala: ”!” I was startled when he suddenly grabbed my clothes. Without paying any attention to me, Nohl reached for the dildo buried inside me. Naala: "S-stop, we’re in a hallway." Nohl: "You wanted me to get it out quickly, right?" Of course, I wanted it to be removed as quickly as possible. But there was no way I could expose my legs in a place like this where so many people were passing by. I twisted my body in shame, and found myself pressed hard against the wall, so hard it hurt. ~Picture~ Naala: "Ouch! No, stop... Stop it!" Nohl: "I'm just doing what you want." Despite my desperate resistance, my underwear was pulled down and Nohl's hand came into contact with the dildo. It was only a light movement, but my lower abdomen twitched from the external stimulation. When it was slowly pulled out, I tightened my grip as if to keep it in place. Naala: “Ah, ha…” Nohl: "Oh, it looks like you don't want me to pull it out." Naala: "Oh no!” This time he pushed in instead. At the same time that a dull pain spread, a sense of pleasure welled up within me and a moan escaped my lips. Naala: (No... Even though it's the middle of the night, someone might notice...) I put my hand over my mouth and forced the moans back into my throat. Naala: “Hm, mm…” Nohl: "Can you hear it? My semen and your nectar are mixing together and making a nasty noise..." Naala: "P-please… stop..." Just when I thought he'd pulled out, he pushed it back in again. And as he put it in and out again and again, a clear pleasure began to make my hips twitch. Pain and pleasure. Conflicting sensations tore at my thoughts. Naala: "Ahh... no... no." Nohl: "It's starting to come together quite a bit..." He removed the dildo to check its condition. Immediately, the essence of the Nohl came out, mixed with the honey. Naala: "Hmm... haa, haa…” Nohl wiped the cloudy liquid that was running down my thighs with his fingertips, then rubbed it back into the shallow part of my vagina. Naala: "Ah, fu... ah... ha, ha, ha... ugh..." While feeling annoyed at the way my breathing inevitably quickened, I glared at Nohl. Naala: "...You're a hopeless pervert." In the current situation where I have no room for error, all I can say is this. I wipe away the tears of frustration with the backs of my fingers. Nohl: "I'll return those exact words to you." Naala: "What do you mean?" Nohl: "Because you followed my orders." Naala: "How does that..." Nohl: "Why didn't you ask Touya for help?” Naala: “!” I felt a shock as if I had been struck by lightning. My lips trembled as I opened them to argue. ...Calling for help didn't even come to mind. Nohl: "Lord Touya is the king of Nasla. One word from him would easily cost me my head." Naala: "So… why…?” Nohl: "You have now truly become Lord Touya's friend... your situation is different from the beginning." "You should have had the option of asking that 'power' for help." "But... you didn't." Naala: "That's because I couldn't think straight because of the unreasonable orders you gave me..." Nohl: "That is probably true. You choose pleasure over being saved." Pleasure...? The situation, filled with impatience and irritation, cannot be summed up in such a simple word. Even as I felt a sense of rebellion, I realized that I had already been defeated. "I must not oppose a Nohl," "It's impossible to oppose him" – even these beliefs were nothing but signs of defeat. Submission to Nohl had been etched in my heart a long time ago. Naala: “I-I…” Nohl: "If you don't like it, you should just say no... So you're the real pervert."  "You’re the one who wants to be treated like this." Naala: "N-no... that's not it..." Nohl: "You’re already twitching around, looking like you want something." My hips jump in a jerk as he strokes the opening of my cavity. My body, which had had the dildo inside it just a moment ago, was incredibly sensitive, and even the slightest stimulation caused a strong reaction. The cavity, which kneads its edge as if guiding me inside, no longer feels like a part of my body. Nohl: "This is where you like it, don’t you?" Naala: "Ahh!" His fingers were buried deep inside me, making me gasp. As he stimulated my most sensitive spot, a wave of pleasure flooded my entire body. Naala: "I don't like it." Nohl: "Oh, really?" My attempt at resistance was laughed at. My voice was hoarse, and my body was limp. If I were to deny it in this state, it would only seem laughable. It was probably obvious at a glance that I was trying to be stubborn. Naala: "Really..." Nohl:  "Well then... let's ask them." Nohl put his hand under my knee and grabbed one of my legs, lifting it. Before I could resist, he inserted his hard tip into my exposed private parts. Then, in one go, he thrust himself in… Naala: “Aah…!!” Without waiting for my insides to get used to him, he immediately began violently thrusting in and out. Though it was sufficiently lubricated, the cavity was not used to the act and still felt pain. Though not as bad as the first time, a dull, burning pain was building up deep inside my body. Naala: "Ouch, it hurts... ouch, ah! It hurts, Nohl..." Nohl: "There's no other way. This is your punishment..." Naala: “...!” Nohl: "Well... I guess you'll get used to it soon..." That can't be true... or so I thought, but as the thrusting continued, the pain gradually faded away. Instead, a strange sensation rose within me, and even though I wanted to escape, I was held down firmly, so I continued to be pinched in place. Naala: "Ah, no, no, no, ah, ahh, ahhh, ahh...!" Nohl: "You're... ha, ha... lying..." "You're drooling down there, hungrily sucking my dick..." Naala: "That’s...!" Nohl: "You... slut." Naala: “!” The sensation that gradually grew stronger was now clearly imprinted on my five senses as a pleasurable sensation. The hard flesh had loosened up completely and was now completely wrapped around Nohl’s shaft. Nohl: "You’ve completely loosened up it seems... I can't believe you were still a virgin until not too long ago..." Naala: "Huh?! Ahhh!" He dug deep enough that I was afraid my stomach would burst. He pushed up against my cervix from below, and I nearly lost consciousness. Amid intense pain and pleasure, my whole body trembled violently. Naala: "Agh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh!" Nohl: "It's all the way in... Can you see it...?" Naala: "Ah, ha, ahh, hmmm, hmmm!" Nohl: "...What a nice voice. But if you're too loud, someone might notice you..." "Oh, that reminds me... this is the place Lord Touya passes by after work." Naala: “!?” My mind, which had been numb from the pain and pleasure, suddenly woke up. I looked at Nohl's face in disbelief. Naala: "S-Stop it, Nohl!" Nohl: "Since we're here, let’s let Touya see you like this." Naala: "No!!" Nohl: "...If you want me to finish quickly, you'll have to try your best to please me." Just as Nohl had said, the only way to escape was for him to end the act. It was frustrating, but I was determined to end it, so I focused my attention on Nohl. Nohl: "Y-yes... it feels so good... It's so tight, so hot, and I can't stand it..." Naala: "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!" As my mushy insides were stimulated and stirred up, my vision began to blur. I was desperately trying to tighten around Nohl inside me, but with each rough thrust into my depths, something inside my head was breaking apart... Before I knew it, I had even forgotten where I was. Nohl: "Well, it's about time... I’m about to cum" Naala: "Ahh?! Ahhh!" Nohl: “!” I could feel Nohl's shaft twitching and spasming, releasing semen deep inside me. Breathing heavily, I was enveloped in a vague sense of despair. ~Picture End~ Naala: “Ah… ha…” My body was completely limp and I couldn't stand without support. Nohl's hands were gentle and caring as he embraced me, and I even felt a sense of comfort. Nohl: "Oh, I forgot,  Lord Touya will be working late today." The words that reached my ears left me speechless, and I couldn't speak. A muddy sense of fatigue made my body feel strangely heavy. Naala: (Nohl... Why you...) As my head slowly cooled, I thought to myself. Once the pleasure was over, all that was left was a sense of decay… Naala: "Nohl... why..." Gradually my vision grew dark, and the thread of tension I had been holding onto snapped. As my consciousness faded, I felt the tears that had welled up in my eyes being gently sucked away. Nohl: “You are mine…” "You, whose body and mind have been defiled by me, can never go back to the way you were..." It's like a spell, repeatedly worked on and instilled in me. I ruminate on it while sinking into the darkness… Naala: (I can't go back...) I wanted to be someone who could protect someone. Yes, to be a strong person... like my father used to be. But now... I can't be that kind of person. There was no way I could. ~END~

Here is the translation for the R18 version of Koezaru wa Akai Hana:  Nohl's scene Broken Bonds 1 . ⚠DISCLOSURE: Please keep in mind the content warnings of this scene which are: Dubcon, Verbal Humiliation, sexual violence . Translated Video Select: Options ⇀ Events ⇀ Cef ⇀ 壊れた料1 Naala: “Haa…” After the dinner party ended, I returned to my room and sighed. In the end, he only touched me once, but being on guard, not knowing when he might touch me again, had left me needlessly tired. Naala: "Alright..." Sitting on the bed, I stretched the muscles of my stiff body. As I did so, I reminisced about that night's dinner party. Nohl was smiling throughout and at first glance seemed to be in a good mood. Though I felt a strange sense of discomfort, I was sure that the party had ended in a way that Nohl was satisfied with. The smile he had when he stood up was almost too refreshing. Naala: (Yes, it was too refreshing...) When I remembered, I felt a chill run down my spine for some reason. I turned to Nohl with a wry smile, wondering if he was tired or had maybe caught a cold. I wanted to get an early night today and rest my body and mind. Naala: "Nohl, I'll turn in first…” Nohl: “...” Naala: “...?” I was about to say that I'd go first, but my mouth froze. That was because he had an expressionless face, the polar opposite of his refreshing smile. Sitting in a chair beside the bed with his legs crossed, Nohl just stared at me. His face, which was impossible to read, had a cold air about it. Naala: "Are you... angry?" Nohl: "…About what?" Naala: "I don't know." Nohl: “Ah yes, you probably don’t know. After all, when it comes to something that happens to you, you instantly lose all sense of danger.” Naala: "What do you mean? If you're angry, please explain it to me." Nohl: "I'm not angry, I'm just annoyed." Naala: "I want to know the reason why." Nohl: "Ah, the reason." He spoke in a rare, dismissive tone and laughed. Nohl picked up the brush from the desk and played with it in his hand, trying to vent his frustration. Nohl: "...If you were forced like that, would you open your body to anyone?" The color drained from my face at this unexpected criticism. Why did I have to endure this, saying it was for the sake of my work? I was growing increasingly annoyed as well, and in the end, I snapped back. Naala: "Usually I could say no. But today I'm at work and I'm not sure how to respond." Nohl: "If it’s for work, the bet or the women. If it was for any of these things, you would eventually give in to them, even if you ended up humiliated." Naala: "What are you talking about? That's not why...!" Nohl: "You have taken the place of your best friend and become my wife. How can you deny that?" Naala: “!” Nohl: "When you brought back the barbarian's mark before, you were probably thinking about the women and couldn't refuse until the last moment."  "Even with your relationship with Lord Touya, I was positive and thought we should join forces because it would benefit everyone."  "You're always, always, always worried about others and putting yourself last." Naala: “...” He was right about the things that happened with Suren and Touya, so I couldn't argue with that. As I choked up, Nohl sarcastically retorted. Nohl: "See, you can't deny it." Naala: "That’s…" Nohl: "Your devoted kindness and strength... I hate it so much." Naala: “...” I thought we'd gotten a little closer, and that he'd acknowledged me. But now, all that comes out of Nohl's mouth are words that belittle me. I felt more sad than frustrated, and tears started well up in the corners of my eyes. I pouted, trying not to cry, and Nohl's smile changed. Nohl: "Please don't cry, my lovely princess…” He smiled at me, and for some reason... it made the hair on my entire body stand on end. His kindly narrowed eyes didn't bring me any comfort, instead, my whole body began to tremble. The sense of unease I'd felt at that dinner party grew even stronger, and I felt as if something sinister was crawling up from under my feet. Naala: "I-I'm going to bed now.” Instinctively having a bad feeling, I quietly step out of Nohl's sight. I’m not entirely convinced, but if I’ve angered him, I should wait until Nohl calms down for now. Talking to him in his current state would only lead to an argument. -- But that plan was quickly dashed. Nohl: "...Strip.”  Naala: “What…?” Nohl: "Didn't you hear me? Take off your clothes." Nohl now had an even more compelling presence than usual. Looking into the depths of his unreadable eyes, I felt as if I was being dragged to the bottom of a cold lake. Naala: “...” I grabbed my trembling shoulders with my own hands, closed my eyes, took a few deep breaths, and then, having made up my mind, opened my eyes again. Naala: “...Alright” It was impossible to refuse orders. The situation was frustrating, but more than anything... I felt sad that I was back in that kind of relationship with Nohl again. Naala: (I thought we were connected by trust, not just the bet...) Maybe it was wrong to have high expectations of Nohl... As if to cut off my disappointment and my desire to cry, I took off my clothes. Naala: "...Is this okay?” Nohl: "Now, put your hands on the desk over there and stick your butt out towards me." Naala: “...” As I took the position ordered, my private parts, exposed to the air, trembled. My body involuntarily recalled the nightly caresses. I wondered if I would be touched, licked, and given pleasure again... Ironically, despite my feelings, my body was becoming aroused. Nohl: "Higher, so I can see better." Naala: “...” She removed her hands from the desk and raised my hips higher. I felt his gaze tracing my private parts, and the nectar that had been teasing me from the beginning began to overflow from the depths of my body. Nohl: "Spread your legs.” Naala: “Mmm!?” Immediately after he said that, something cold dripped onto my buttocks. The unidentifiable liquid ran down my body, sticky and clinging to my petals. Naala: “...” Nohl: "Just stay still." Even without being told, Nohl's voice was so cold that it froze my whole body. I couldn't even move an inch. I was terrified that if I disobeyed he would do something terrible to me. Naala: (But if I just follow his orders, he'll be back to normal in the morning like always.) While I was thinking about this, I heard the sound of clothes rustling from behind me. It was likely Nohl's hands touching his own clothes. As soon as I heard that sound, my body, which had once frozen, began to heat up again. The unbearable pleasure of being stimulated by a hot penis came back to my mind. Naala: “Ah…” Nohl's shaft was placed at the opening of my vagina. The whole process of having my vagina stimulated, and then having semen smeared deep inside - I had completed it all in my head. By the time the wet, squelchy sound of honey reached my ears, my heart was pounding even more. The moment I imagined him rubbing and kneading me furiously… ~Picture~ Naala: "Higghh?! It... hurts!?" Suddenly, a sharp pain hit the top of my head. It felt as if my lower legs had been torn apart and a thick, hot stake had been driven into my head. The shock was so great that the back of my eyes began to flicker, and tears immediately flooded my eyes. In confusion, I tried to get up, but he immediately pinned me down by my waist. As if to overcome my instantaneous resistance, the pressure was placed even deeper inside. Naala: "Eek....ugh....!" My inner thighs spasmed with pain. My head was in such a state of confusion that I couldn't understand what had happened. Naala: "Wh-what… are you doing?" It was then that I finally turned my head and looked behind me. Before my eyes could trace the length of Nohl's body, the white mask approached me. And then, a voice that could even be described as sweet reached the back of my ears… Nohl: "What do you mean... I'm fucking you deep inside…” He shook me two or three times as if to confirm. The forcibly opened bulging wall pressed tightly against the hot stake, pulling the mucous membrane tightly. Naala: "Agh, ugh...ugh..." Even though it was slimy like a liquid, I wasn't used to it. My walls were tight and I felt like they might burst at any moment, and I shivered with fear. Naala: "I-it hurts... It hurts, Nohl…” My body was being violated, and my self-esteem was peeling away from the inside. Not able to hold back my pride, I turned my tear-filled eyes towards Nohl. Nohl: “...” His eyes slowly narrowed as I faced him. I let out a sigh of relief, thinking that I had been forgiven, and then he cried out in an amused voice. Nohl: "It looks painful... But it feels really good to me..." Naala: “Hyaa!?” The end of the whispers overlapped with a scream. Instead of pulling out, the ferocious thing began to penetrate my cervix. Naala: "Ugh! Ugh, uhh...! Ah, no! Take it out... please, take it out!" He thrusts upward violently, causing my body to convulse violently. Nohl: "Ha, it feels like I'm being ripped apart... Your insides are so small...Haa, haa....it's lewdly entangling me..." Naala: "H, Ah! Ah, ah, ugh...!" Nohl:  "If it's this narrow... it might tear." His tongue licking my earlobe spun vicious words. I felt fear at his sadistic tone and my vagina spasmed in urgency. Regardless of my emotions, the nectar of my body was flowing to protect me. Nohl: "Oh, you're already wet... Are you feeling excited after being treated so badly...?" Naala: "Ah, that's not it! Ahh! Agh!" He slammed his hips into me violently, as if to blame me for even being wet. It felt like someone was hitting my internal organs directly with a blunt object. I should only feel pain, but my body's juices were overflowing as it tried to defend itself. Nohl: "Look... can you hear that...? I can hear the sound of you taking my thing deep inside you and feeling pleasured..." He kneaded me vigorously as if to mix air into me. The lewd sounds of our lustful flesh rubbing together, squishing and squashing, stuck to my eardrums. No matter how much I shook my head the sound continued, giving me a terrible illusion. Naala: "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ah...!" My brain, accustomed to the pain, became numb, urging me to believe the words and sounds I was being given. After a while, the depths of my stomach, which was being pierced, began to heat up. Every time the dead end was pushed up, it twitched and tightened, tightening what was inside. Nohl: "You're bleeding a little..." Naala: “...!” A finger was inserted between my legs, forcing me to turn around. A hot tongue licked my body, which was covered in tears and sweat. Naala: "Hmmm, ugh.... ahh, ahh, ahh...!” My hair, my skin, my insides - everything was being violated. My cervix was ​​being pierced and it hurts so much I couldn't stand it... but my insides are throbbing. Flustered by the rising pleasure, I twisted my hips, only to be penetrated even more violently. The pain brings me to the brink of losing consciousness, and at the same time, a wave of pleasure hits me. I trembled and tried to escape the sensation, but the rubbed mucous membrane created a new stimulation. Naala: "No... No more! Ah, ha, ha, ha, please... forgive me..." Nohl: "It's fine, I'll forgive you." Naala: “R-really…?” Nohl: "Yes... Even though it was your first time, you lasciviously took a man deep inside you and moaned. So I’ll forgive you for one of your misdeeds..." Naala: "Y-you got to be kidding me... Just one?! Ah, ahhh!" Nohl: "Ah, ha... A husband with a promiscuous wife can never let his guard down..." "If left alone, she'll seduce all men with her charm..." While criticizing my lewd behavior, he cupped the blood from my broken hymen running down my thigh. His fingertips, now red with blood, were licked right in front of my eyes. Nohl: "I am the only one who knows this taste in the entire world..." Naala: "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh...!" I bite my lip, not wanting to let out any more screams.  I want to wake up from this nightmare quickly. That's what I wished for, but every time he thrusts I'm brought back to reality. Nohl: "You really have a lewd body... You're begging for my semen, your depths are sucking me in..." Naala: "Ahh, hi, ahh, ahh!" Nohl: "As you wish... I'll cum generously inside you..." Naala: "Huh?! N-Nooo!" The contents inside swell further. Terrified at the thought that my mucous membrane would be torn, I tried to run away, but he grabbed my waist so hard it hurt. He thrusted deeply into me, and the heat that had been building up inside me exploded. Nohl: “Ngh…!” Naala: “Aaah…!!” My insides were tightly pressed together, and I could feel the twitching of his penis. This seemed to indicate the amount of droplets being expelled, making me feel even more hopeless… Naala: "Hiccup... Ugh, ugh..." I shed tears without knowing why I was so sad. It felt like my mind and body had been torn apart, and I couldn't organize my thoughts. Nohl: "Now you are all mine." A husky voice filled with lust was blown into my ear. The sound of insanity echoed in my ears, and I heard it from somewhere far away. Naala: “…Are you… satisfied?” Nohl: “......” Naala: "Then please, let me go." I was surprised at how cracked my voice was. I wanted to be alone as soon as possible, hug my knees and cry. My heart was more scattered than my body, which was in pain. Nohl: "...Not yet." Naala: “...?” His cold voice made it clear that he was still not done yet. Sobbing, I turned around, and Nohl's palm was placed on my lower abdomen. Nohl: "If I move now, everything I've poured in will spill out." His gentle smile sends shivers down my spine. Without releasing me, Nohl opens a desk drawer. Naala: "What, is that…” Was all I could ask with trembling lips. I stared in shock and saw something shaped like a penis. Norhl's shaft, covered in blood and semen, was pulled out with a slither. Nohl: "It would be a waste if all the semen I poured out were to spill, right? That's why I have to put a stopper in..." What did he just say? What is he planning to do with that thing in his hand...? Naala: “...” His beautiful smile sent chills down my spine. My body tried to flee in a panic, but he held me down from above, and something hard touched my still-shining entrance. Naala: “...!” I didn't have time to cry out, as a dildo was sunk deep inside me. Naala: "Ugh, ugh” It was disgusting to have a foreign object that didn't belong to anyone sink into me. The shock was so intense that I felt like throwing up, and in that moment soft lips came onto my lips. As the foreign object was pushed deeper into me, my lips were pecked several times. Naala: "Hmm...huh..." Once the dildo was completely inside, the discomfort in my lower abdomen grew even stronger. I wanted to grab it out right away. Nohl looked down at me with amusement, as I trembled, and traced the opening of my vagina as if to check for the "plug." ~Picture End~ Nohl: “Don't take it out today." Hearing his calm voice, my eyes widened in surprise. Naala: “Wha–” Why? Why would he do something so horrible?... My grief is so intense that I can't find the words to continue. Nohl: "As long as you can get through this without dropping it, you can remove it." Naala: “...... Alright.” I no longer even had the energy to resist the permission that had been given to me. Trying to avoid stimulating my lower abdomen as much as possible, I removed my hands from the desk. Naala: "...Hmmm." My face contorts with the intense foreign sensation. Nohl: "...Ah, that's right, there's something I'd like to ask of you." Is he planning to make things even harder for me? I glared at him, my eyes twitching, and he thrust some documents in front of me. Nohl: "Please deliver this to Lord Touya's office.” Naala: "R-Right now...?" I looked down at my own body. Even though my clothes were covering my body, the space between my legs was stained with blood and semen. If I don't take a bath, I might get exposed at some point. I'd just been violated by a Nohl. Naala: “...” Nohl: "These are urgent documents.” He orders me to hurry up and leave. His cold gaze shows no sign of forgiving me for refusing. Naala: "...I understaand.” He was just going to humiliate me, changing hands and objects until I did what he wanted. If that was the case, it would be best to leave the room as soon as possible. With that resolve in mind, I slowly stood up. The moment I turned my body upright, something inside of me dug into it. Naala: “Ngh…” Nohl: "It looks like it's painful. Shall I pull it out for you? Naala: "Can you... do that?” Nohl: "Ah, but I'm busy... let me call Esta and have him pull it out." Naala: "...No need.” I took a step, but I couldn't put any strength into my knees. Every time I moved, the contents of my body rubbed against the cavity, causing my skin to become raw. Nohl: "Well then, I'm counting on you." Naala: “...” He sent me off with a radiant, beautiful smile. I glared at him from the side and thought to myself:  My husband is definitely more terrifying than any demon. ~END~

A story from before the events of Kyoto Winds. After having visited Hijikata, Sannan spots a suspicious-looking Ibuki and decides to follow him to see what he's up to. Translated Video It had already been about four months since we left Edo and began our activities as the Roshigumi in Kyoto… Keisuke Sannan: "... I'm sorry to bother you this late, Hijikata. Do you have a moment?" After I called out, I heard a reply from inside. Toshizo Hijikata: "Sannan? It’s fine, come in." Responding to a voice coming from the other side of the shoji screen, I quietly opened the door. Hijikata stopped writing a document and turned to look my way. He seemed very tired, probably because he hadn't slept properly for the past few days. Normally I would tell him to get some rest, but... Keisuke Sannan: "Sorry I'm late. I've finished checking the documents you asked for." Saying this, I handed over the documents that Hijikata had been giving me. Toshizo Hijikata: "Thanks for that. So, what did you think?" Keisuke Sannan: "It should be fine this time around..." After hearing my answer, Hijikata's eyebrows quirked in relief. Toshizo Hijikata: "...I'm glad that's the case. It's a waste of time to have to redo these documents so many times." Keisuke Sannan: "People of the samurai family are very particular about appearances and formalities." "I know this is difficult, but for the sake of the future, please get used to it." Hijikata shrugged his shoulders playfully, however... Judging from his expression, he didn't seem particularly upset. He probably thinks of this as a way to give Kondo a boost, so it wouldn’t be too much of a bother. And I felt the same way. Keisuke Sannan: "I’m sure you are aware, but now is the critical moment." Using Serizawa's connections, he was able to make connections with the Aizu clan, but... Being unfamiliar with exchanging paperwork, he had more documents rejected than he could count. It must have been tough to overcome that and to be able to receive a salary from the Aizu clan. While the other party is probably keeping an eye on the current political situation in Kyoto... And thinking about how to make use of us. Suddenly, I noticed Hijikata blinking sleepily. I had finished my business, so I probably shouldn't stay too long. Keisuke Sannan: "...Well then, I will be turning in." "You should as well, Hijikata, you need to rest. You'll have a busy day again tomorrow." Toshizo Hijikata: "Please go easy on me. See you tomorrow." After our usual light-hearted exchange, I left Hijikata's room. Anyway, I have to get up early tomorrow, so I guess it's time to get some rest. Thinking that, I was about to head back to my room when… Keisuke Sannan: “...?” I stop in my tracks as I see a figure moving in the dark. Is that... Ibuki? What on earth is he doing out this late at night? At this time of day, he should have been back at the Maekawa residence by now… Keisuke Sannan: "What are you doing here, Ibuki?" Ryuunosuke Ibuki: “...!” The moment I called out to him, he looked shocked and froze. Then, after a moment of silence, he seemed to be struggling with how to respond. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "No-nothing in particular...! I was just thinking about heading back. So well, I'm off now!" With those words, he ran away from me as if he was fleeing. His behavior was rather suspicious. What on earth could he be up to? So I decided to secretly follow him. ~Next Sense~ Hiding in the shadows, I followed Ibuki... Even after leaving the gate of the Yagi residence, Ibuki didn't go back to the Maekawa residence. He just stood there, looking around restlessly. What on earth was he planning to do here? Could it be that Serizawa had told him to do something...? Just as I began to have such suspicions–  I heard the sound of footsteps approaching from a distance. Ibuki heard it as well and... Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "Hey, try to keep it down. It looks like Sannan and the others are still awake." Suddenly, the people who had made the footsteps stopped in their tracks as if they were in trouble.  And then… Heisuke Toudou: "Sorry, sorry. It's been a while since I last went out drinking, so I got a bit cocky." When Ibuki heard that, his eyes widened again. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "I told you to keep it down, didn’t I?!" After saying that, he looked around again. It seemed that Nagakura and Harada had returned home with Toudou. Where on earth had they been out this late at night... There seemed to be no need to go out of my way to question them. After making sure once more that there was no sign of anyone nearby, Ibuki spoke. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "...Anyway, why did I have to help you guys break curfew?" Shinpachi Nagakura: "You idiot, there's no way we could break curfew without some help." Sanosuke Harada: "That's right. Sannan in particular has an extremely keen intuition when it comes to these sorts of things..." Keisuke Sannan: "Oh, and what exactly do you mean by that?" I asked as I emerged from the shadows. Heisuke Toudou: "Ugh, Sannan...!" At that moment, everyone’s expressions became tense. Keisuke Sannan: "'That’s no way to greet somebody." "What on earth were you guys doing out this late at night?" "You all know there's a curfew, right?" Sanosuke Harada: "Well, that's, how should I put it..." Of the three, Harada is particularly bad at lying. He looks at the others, questioning how they should answer. Keisuke Sannan: "Did you go out to Shimabara?" "You must have had a great time, being able to enjoy some delicious alcohol." "However, you do know that's not why we came to negotiate with the Aizu clan, right?" Then Nagakura and the others hurriedly began to make excuses. Shinpachi Nagakura: "You’re wrong, Sannan! You misunderstand! We weren't just going out drinking...!" Heisuke Toudou: "That's right! This is all for the Roshigumi!" I knew it was just a desperate excuse, but… Keisuke Sannan: "Oh? Is that so? Please, elaborate." At this, Nagakura and Toudou visibly started to look away... Heisuke Toudou: "W- well, uhm... someone dropped their wallet, so I helped them look for it!" Sanosuke Harada: "Yeah, that's right! Also, I need to gather information in Shimabara for the Roshigumi...!" ...If they had given me a more clever excuse, I might have let it go. Keisuke Sannan: "I see, so that's what it was. I understand now." The moment they heard those words, the three of them visibly relaxed. Heisuke Toudou: "See, I knew you’d understand! I expected nothing less of you, Sannan!" Toudou spoke in a cheerful tone, as if he had been lucky enough to escape with his life. ~Picture~ Keisuke Sannan: "If what you just said is true, then there are a few things I need to confirm." Shinpachi Nagakura: “Huh…” The three of them looked awkward as they heard what I said. Keisuke Sannan: "First of all, Toudou, it's wonderful that you were kind to someone who lost their wallet." "I hope you will continue to set an example for the other corps members." "Ah yes... how about using your days off to help townspeople in need?" Heisuke Toudou: "W-wait a second! Why would I do that–" Keisuke Sannan: "Oh, don't you want to be kind to people? Or were those words just now a lie?" When I question him, Toudou is unable to argue and falls silent. Keisuke Sannan: "And Nagakura. I understand that you gathered information in Shimabara." "Can you tell me in detail what information you gathered?" I asked, looking at Nagakura through my glasses. Several beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Shinpachi Nagakura: "Huh? Umm... I was certainly gathering information, but..." "I don't know if it would be useful to you, Sannan..." Then Harada, who had been silent up until then, suddenly blurted out as if he couldn't bear to watch any longer. Sanosuke Harada: "Heisuke, Shinpachi, maybe it's time to give up?" "No matter how hard we try, we'll never be able to fool Sannan." Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "That's right. And won’t coming up with bad excuses make things only worse for you guys?" Keisuke Sannan: "...You two seem to understand the situation quite well." "Well, since you're here, let's have a nice long talk." ~End Picture~ Afterward, I took the three reluctant men into a room... I gave them a detailed lecture on the mindset of the Roshigumi. I wondered if someday they would become aware of their responsibilities as senior officers. ...For the time being, the outlook was not particularly bright. ~END~

Here is the translation for the R18 version of Koezaru wa Akai Hana:  Nohl's scene The Bride's Night. Translated Video Select: Options ⇀ Events ⇀ Cef ⇀ とある花嫁の夜2 Naala: “Haah…” After the banquet, I returned to our room and sighted. Ultimately he only touched me once, but I felt tired, being constantly on guard, not knowing when he would touch me again. Naala: “Oh… kay…” I sat on the bed and stretched out my body muscles. While doing so I recalled tonight’s banquet. Nohl, who had smiled from beginning to end, seemed to be in a good mood. Although I felt something strange, it must have ended in a way that was convincing for Nohl. His smile when he stood up from his chair was almost too refreshing. Naala: (Yeah… too refreshing…) Remembering it made me feel chilly for some reason. I wondered if I was too tired and had caught a cold. I smiled wryly and turned to Nohl. I wanted to sleep early tonight and rejuvenate myself, mentally and physically. Naala: “Nohl, I’m gonna go to bed…” Nohl: “...” Naala: “...?” My mouth froze when I tried to say that I’d go to bed first. He had an expressionless look on his face, which was the exact opposite of that too-refreshing smile. Nohl, sitting on a chair beside the bed, crossed his legs and just stared at me. A face that I couldn’t tell at all what he was thinking felt chilly. Naala: (No…) From his gaze, I knew there was an underside to what I thought was his chilly gaze. Hotly entwined, I felt it relentlessly licking my body. I got goosebumps, I felt different from the chills. Naala:  “Nohl…?” I tilted my head awkwardly and asked with reluctance. There was no reply, but instead, his well-formed lips slightly parted, exposing his red tongue. His pale fingertips were buried between his moist lips. Nohl: "...This tastes the best out of all the dishes on display." Naala: "What taste?" Nohl: "The taste of your honey." Naala: “!?” Come to think of it, those were the same fingers that had traced my petals before the dinner party. When I realized the meaning of that gesture, I felt dizzy with lust. Naala: "There's probably no taste left anyway..." Nohl: "What? The taste and aroma are still there." "It's a very erotic and enticing taste..." As he licked his fingertips with a smacking sound, I fell into the illusion of him touching my petals. My face grew hot all at once, and I couldn't bear to look at him, so I turned away. Naala: (...) Glancing away, I noticed that Nohl's brow furrowed. As he uncrossed his legs, a premonition shook me deep inside. –Soon, his punishment would begin. Nohl: "Who said it was okay to seduce the messenger?" Just as I'd expected, his voice began to take on a harsher tone. I timidly raised my head, and Nohl stepped up to me, grabbing me by the chin. My upward-pointing jaw was grabbed in such a way that it hurt a little, and his lake-colored eyes drew closer to me. Naala: "I seduced him…?" If Nohl had never played such a prank in the first place, I would have been able to remain calm, my skin would not have been stained, and my eyes would not have become misty. But that doesn’t matter now, it’s already too late. If Nohl was a shadow, then even the purest light would be consumed by him. No matter what excuses I would come up with, I have no way of escaping this. Nohl: "Yes, that’s right." The way he nodded magnanimously was reminiscent of a generous master. Just when I had let my guard down for a moment, wondering if he had been forgiven, a dangerous light flashed in the depths of his beautiful eyes. Nohl: "If anything, your body is the biggest sinner, giving off such a sweet fragrance..." Naala: “Mm” Nohl: "This scent would drive any man crazy..." He whispered into my ear and sunk his teeth into my neck as I trembled. As if it were a continuation of the dinner, he bit me sweetly over and over again, and a sound escaped from my nose. Naala: "Ha, ah..." Nohl: "I wish you were so ugly that no one couldn't look at you. Then I would be the only one who could admire you and desire you…” Even though he said it with a look of disgust, his tongue was gentle as it traced my skin. As he continued to taste my neck like fruit, my mind gradually became fuzzy. I often felt like I was on the verge of letting out obscene screams, but each time I held on to the sheets tightly to endure. Nohl: "You make that face after just a little lick... A promiscuous wife must be a constant source of worry for her husband." I don't know what kind of expression I made, so it's hard to say. Moreover, it's all Nohl's fault that I've started reacting like this, so it would be a bit unfair to blame me. My eyes welled up with frustration, and one of his neatly shaped eyebrows moved just once, as if in convulsion. I felt a sense of déjà vu, and searched my memory. Ah, that's right. He had the same expression on his face when I tried to lose my virginity that night he was needed. Nohl: "...Please don't look at me like that. When I see your tears, I can't bear it..." A voice resembling an exclamation escaped from between my wide-open lips. Listening to it with a hazy head, I expressed my doubt with a sigh. Naala: "Hmm, hmm...?" Nohl: "I want to fuck you until you're a mess, make you cry some more, and make your insides melt until you say that you only want me..." Naala: "?! I told you I wasn't interested in carnal desires... Eek! Ah!" His knee parted my closed thighs, and the space between my legs was pushed open. My private parts, left in an awkward state for hours, trembled as if they were impatiently waiting. Nohl: "Yeah, I'm not interested in ordinary women. To me, most women in the world are boring meat puppets." While I thought the expression was extremely harsh, it was also very Nohl-like so I couldn't help but chuckle. However, as soon as he kneaded my petals with his knee, my laughter faded away. Nohl: "From that perspective... perhaps you were special from the beginning." Naala: “What…” Nohl: "From the very beginning, I wanted to trample upon this noble body and mind..." Naala: "Ahh, ah, ah...!" Nohl: "Wow, it's gotten pretty hot down here already." Naala: "Huh, uh... no, no..." Each time he pressed with his knee, I felt a numbness and a rise in heat. I could feel the damp cloth rubbing against me, and I realized that he was already rubbing my nectar into him. Just as Nohl had said, I had become a lewd woman, and a feeling of shame welled up inside me. Nohl: "Such lascivious and fragrant flowers should be picked quickly..." In an instant, my clothes were pulled off and I was thrown onto the soft bed. It wasn't rough, but the movement was more hasty than usual and I was confused and started to sit up. However, before I could get up completely, both of my arms were pinned together and my back was buried under the sheets again. I don't know when he'd taken it out, but the hand that wasn't restraining me was clutching a braided rope. Nohl: "You belong to me. Your hair, your skin, your lips... they’re all mine." Naala: “Ah…” Nohl: "I want to seal that voice within my arms as well..." ~Picture~ While raining kisses on my skin, he skillfully tied both of my arms. To finish, he tied me to the posts of the bed, completely immobilizing me. It didn't hurt, but it didn't look like I would be able to untie myself. In a way, I was impressed that he could accomplish all of this without even looking at his hands. Naala: "No, untie me..." Nohl: "It's your fault. You were stealing the envoy's attention..." Could it be that he's jealous...? The thought made my heart beat faster, even in this situation, and my body even felt joy. Rather than the unusual situation, I was more confused by myself. Nohl: "You're really good at this... I didn't know you were a pervert who gets excited when tied up." Naala: "No... Ah!" Though I wanted to deny it, I couldn't help but let out a cry as my wet petals were parted and my swollen bud was caressed. Nohl: "Tell me what's different. Look..." Naala: "Ahh! Ahh, ahhh...!" My bud was pinched so hard it hurt a little, and my back arched. The sudden, strong stimulation made my legs tremble, and then two fingers spread the opening of my vagina. The viscous nectar dripped out, and the sensation sent shivers down my spine again. Naala: "Haa, haa, haa..." With my upper body still restrained, it was all the more frustrating and unbearable. The thought of me trying to hold back only made me anticipate the pleasure that lay ahead, and my breathing gradually quickened. In addition to the shame, the strange sense of elation at having my body freed eroded my ability to think normally… Naala: "Hmmm, ugh..." He stroked the area around the twitching opening of my vagina. But he didn't touch the essential part inside. I was so frustrated that tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. The lips that sucked them up smiled with satisfaction. Nohl: "You seem to have become pretty greedy…" As he thrust his finger in and out shallowly, I felt the walls of my cavity close tightly. The insides pulsated as if begging for it to be pushed deeper, harder. Nohl: "Hehe, you'll have to wait a while. It's still too early for you to come..." After he whispered this, I followed him with moist eyes as he sat up. A moment later, there was a rattle and Nohl's penis was held up in front of my eyes. Nohl: "First of all, I must punish this slutty thing that tempts men..." The corners of his mouth formed a smirk as he laughed, and pressed my breasts together against him, enveloping his hot arousal. It was my first time doing this, and the shocking sight took my breath away. And while I was choking back a cry of surprise, Nohl began to move his hips. The sight of the raw manhood sliding in and out between the gaps in my breasts violated my brain visually. Just watching the hot stake gradually swell made me feel as if I was being pinned inside, and I swallowed my saliva. Naala:  “Mmm…” Just once, the tip came close to my lips. It was pulled back at that last moment, and for some reason, I felt an intense sense of dissatisfaction. Perhaps my brain was melting from staring at this strange sight. Naala: “Ah…” Just as I was about to close my eyes, trying to regain my senses, the hands that had been pressing on my breast pinched my nipples, causing my eyes and mouth to open. The fingers that held my nipples together began to squeeze them, varying their speed and intensity. A tingling sensation began to form from the tips of my breasts, and gradually my mind became hazy… Nohl: "...You seem to be feeling left out." Nohl, who had apparently been watching the movement of my throat, chuckled huskily. When I looked away in frustration, he grabbed my chin and forced me to look straight ahead. Nohl: "You can lick this." Naala:  "This?" It's not like it's candy, so why should I be happy about being given permission? Through my rational thoughts, another part of me made the tip of my tongue tingle. To my head filled with pleasure, it sounded like a very sweet invitation. ...I want to lick it. I want to lick it, take it in my mouth, to feel Nohl's excitement inside my body. A lustful desire burned my thoughts, and made the tip of my tongue extend. Naala: “Mm…” I timidly stuck out my tongue and touched his arousal. Not knowing what to do next, I started by licking all over the smooth part at the tip. Perhaps I used too much force, as when my tongue pressed against the sensitive tip, I could hear a muffled voice coming from above me. Nohl: “Ngh…” Thinking that it might have hurt, I tried applying pressure again, this time more gently. I heard the husky voice again, and I vaguely thought that perhaps this was the spot that Nohl sensed. Naala: "Hmm, hmm... hmm..." Nohl: "Ha, ha... where did you learn to use your tongue so lewdly..." Even though he called me "lewd," I felt like he was asking for me, and that made me happy. Getting into the mood, I inserted the tip of my pointed tongue into the recess and pressed hard. The bitter taste gradually became stronger, and I made a throaty noise. Naala: "Hmmm, hm." Nohl: “...” Just when I had finally gotten the hang of it, Nohl suddenly pulled back, leaving my tongue licking the air. When I looked up in dissatisfaction, Nohl's Adam's apple moved violently. I sensed his masculine lust in that movement and from his profuse sweat, and my skin stood on end. There was a heat in the depths of his gaze, and he became strangely excited, unlike his usual self. Nohl: "Ha... Seriously, you... just how far have you gone..." The frustrated voice disappeared between the kisses. All of my thoughts were entangled in the sticky tongue that ravaged the inside of my mouth. Naala: "Hmm, phew... ah." The wet petals were kneaded with the same force as he licked the inside of my mouth. His nectar-covered fingertips made a lewd, squishy sound. Nohl: "You're wetter than before... Did you get excited while licking me...?" Naala: “...” ~Picture~ As I remained silent, his stiff, curved cock stroked the entrance overflowing with nectar. He sank only the tip shallowly and pulled back at the perfect position. Naala: “Ngh… ah…” The tip of his penis, wet with pre-cum, rubbed against the slimy opening of my vagina. The caress between our mucous membranes made my lower abdomen heat up to an unbearable degree. Nohl: "...Shall I put it in?" Naala: "Ahh, ha, ah, ahh..." My hips trembled with each smooth rub. I fell headfirst into pleasure. The cavity that should have been unexplored was pulsating as if it had been violated countless times, craving Nohl's heat. Nohl: "... Shall I really impregnate you while you're still a virgin?"  "That way, I can keep you bound to me without having to tie you up with rope like this." Perhaps the sadness in my body was making my heart weak. I felt happy about his attachment to me, and a single tear ran down my cheek. Naala: (Do I... want to be bound to Nohl...?) When I thought about the reason for this and realized the feelings deep in my heart - a sort of affection for Nohl - the tears overflowed even more from the pathetic feeling. Once the dam was broken, there was no way to stop them, and in the end, they just spilled out in large quantities. Naala: "Uhh, ugh... hiccup..." Nohl: “...” Maybe… the happiness I'd felt at being acknowledged had been distorted by his gentle caresses every day, and that's how I ended up in this shape.  I felt pathetic, but once I'd acknowledged it, my heart felt warm… and I was confused by my own fluctuating feelings. Naala: (He hasn't even said he likes me... Why would someone who calls me a toy without any hesitation...) The words Nohl had said to me before, "Fall in," came back to her ears. ...Ah, this must be it. My heart had been saturated with the lewd caresses they had every night, acts that could almost be described as abnormal. I now wanted Norhl's love, not just his body… Naala: "You only think of me as a toy, so why are you so...obsessed with me?" I was so frustrated and embarrassed that I was the only one who had fallen, I couldn't bear it. I glared at him, tears streaming down my face, and for a moment his lake-colored eyes opened wide, then slowly narrowed. It was as if he was overjoyed and couldn't help it. Nohl: "...Do you want my heart?" Naala: “...” His hand stroked my face and his voice that rang in my ears was so gentle that it made me sad. I felt like my heart was being toyed with. Naala: “... I don’t.” Nohl: "Even after shedding such sweet tears?" He gently kissed my eyes, sucking away my tears. Sobbing lightly, I repeated my denial, which was clearly an affirmation. Naala: "No…" Because it would be so frustrating if I'm the only one who "likes" him. Nohl: "...You’re lying." I get annoyed when he says it with an exasperated tone. I think it's pretty unfair to demand his feelings only from me. I sniffle and glare at him. Naala: "What do you want me to say?" Nohl: “...” I wanted to fight, but my tearful voice made it seem like I was refusing to fight. This made me feel even more frustrated and I pouted. Then, Nohl's fingertips were placed on my wrinkled lips. I opened my mouth slightly in surprise, and my tear-stained lips were gently kissed. Naala: “...” His sweet kiss was like that of lovers, and I was drawn to him. When I asked what he meant by looking at him, his lips parted slightly and formed a self-deprecating smile. Nohl: "...There's no point in telling me or making me say it. For the first time in my life, I realized I had to endure things like that." Naala: "That's... mmm!" Suddenly, he started to suck on my nipples, making me arch my back. The caresses resumed, and once again, I was drawn into the waves of pleasure. Naala: "Ahh, ahh, ha, ah...!" Nohl: "Tonight, I'll rub it generously inside you. Until you no longer have any doubts about my questions..." Naala: "Ah! Stop, not there, don't...!" My throat arched back as I let out a moan. Even as I did so, my chest trembled with sadness. Although he had already thrust his semen inside of me countless times, I had never once felt Nohl itself. This made me feel extremely empty and sad. In tandem with my feelings, the opening of my vagina sucked onto Nohl's tip, trying to invite him deeper inside. Nohl: “Ngh…” "Ah... if you move it that much, it'll go all the way in..." Rather than flinching at the warning, I felt a tingling sensation. The more I became aware of the throbbing walls of my insides, the heavier and hotter my stomach felt. Before I knew it, I was making noises as if carried away by the fever. Naala: "T-That's fine." Nohl: “Huh.” Naala: "I said, it's fine... I want you." Nohl: “...” ~End Picture~ Perhaps as I succumbed to pleasure, the line between love and desire had become blurred. But that was my honest feeling right now, my desire. Nohl straightened out the movement of his hips and gazed down at me. Eventually, as if drawn by our intertwined gazes, our lips met. The ecstasy was fleeting, as I was overcome by the sensation of my entrance widening. ~Picture~ Naala: "Yee…!" Nohl: "Take a few short breaths... yes, that’s it..." Naala: "Haa, haa, haa..." The pain was so intense it reached my head. Still, I took shallow breaths as instructed and somehow managed to get it all the way in. Naala: "Agh..." Nohl: "...It’s all the way in." Naala: "Really…?" As I endured the pain, trembling, Nohl released the restraints on my hands and gently embraced me. Soft kisses rained down on my fingertips, arms, and forehead. Naala: “Mm…” Nohl: “...” While I was distracted by that, the pain gradually faded, and I felt our mucous membranes becoming familiar with each other. My inner walls were entangled in Nohl's desire so much that I could make out its shape. Feeling our tight, gap-free connection, I was filled with a strange sense of happiness. Naala: "Um...um, is it going to be painful?" I'd expected him to thrust more violently, so I began to worry that I'd made a mistake with the plan. I looked up with teary eyes and heard Nohl's throat clear. He seemed to chuckle at my reaction, and whispered in my ear. Nohl: "...I'm waiting for your lewd reaction." My mind recalled the meaning of the words, and my body moved accordingly. My vagina began to wriggle on its own, tightening its grip, and a muffled voice rang out. Nohl: “...” A light shake brings back the dull pain. I twitch, and Nohl's fingers begin to tease my bud. At the same time as the pain, an indescribable pleasure wells up from the pit of my stomach. Overwhelmed by different sensations, my consciousness flickers. Naala: "Ah, h, ah... ah!" The area around my vagina comes into contact with his pubic bone, rubbing deeply into the depths. As I continue to be rocked slowly, I gradually get used to the pain, and my stiff entrance releases. There's still pain, but a tingling sensation deep inside me that surpasses it begins to grow. Naala: "Ahhh, ahh, ahh! No... No!" Nohl: "Haa, haa, haa... What's wrong?" Naala: "When you do that... something strange happens inside..." Nohl: "Hehe, how naughty... You were a virgin just a moment ago, but now you're feeling it..." Naala: "Hmm, hmm... don't you like it...?" Nohl： “?” Naala: "Do you, uh... not like this kind of thing, Nohl?" I've never heard in detail about his experiences with other women, so I don't really know. Perhaps he was disgusted by me for being too promiscuous... Just thinking about it makes me sad, and I want to cry. Nohl smiled and kissed the corner of my eye, which was welling up with tears again. Nohl: "No... I love excellent students..." Naala: "Ahh, ahh! Hmph...!" From that point on, Nohl's hip movements became much more intense. Naala: "Ya, ah, ah, ngh, mmm!" Mixed with the dull pain of the loss of my virginity, a sense of pleasure began to spread. I desperately tried to pick up the sensation in order to escape the pain. Naala: "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh...!" Nohl: "Ha, ha, ha, it's almost here... I'm about to cum." "Where... do you want me to cum...?" Only one answer came to my mind. In my mind, wracked with pleasure, there was no other answer. I frantically moved my tongue, which didn't move properly, to form words. Naala: "Ahh, I... want it... inside me." Nohl smiled with satisfaction at my answer, and with a sweet, husky voice, he blew into my ears. Nohl: "...As you wish, I’ll give you plenty." His hips moved more violently, gouging out her most sensitive spot. Her mucous membrane, pulsating with pleasure, was squelched and crushed, until the point where they were joined became dripping wet. My spasming vagina tightly wrapped around Nohl's arousal, continuing to move as if begging for him to quickly release his heat. Eventually, as if it could no longer bear it, the heat inside swelled and exploded at the deepest part. Nohl: “...!” Naala: "Ahh, ahh...!" Nohl: "Haa, haa, ha...wow, a lot came out...look, your insides are filled with me..." My semen-filled honey was kneaded and hot drops spurted out along with an obscene watery sound.  Savoring the feeling of it running down my buttocks, I fell into a comfortable sleep… ~End Picture~ Naala: “...” Suddenly, I woke up, feeling something missing beside me. It seems I had dozed off and when I opened my eyes and saw Nohl, who appeared to be reading a letter in the candlelight. Naala: (I wonder if he's working...) I honestly don't remember when was the last time I saw him sleep. I started to worry that if he continued living like this, he'd collapse one day. Naala: (If he hadn't made a contract with me, he would have had more time...) Thinking about it like that, the guilt I'd been turning a blind eye to up until now rears its head. I'd won the challenge, so it was only natural. He should work even if it meant ruining his body. ...But I couldn't bring myself to be so brazen as to think that. Maybe because our skin had just touched, I felt all the more sorry. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I quietly called out his name. Naala: “...Nohl” Nohl: "? Oh, did I wake you up?" Naala: "Nohl... why did you keep your promise to me?" Nohl: "Don't put me in the same category as those who break promises." Naala: "...Maybe I shouldn't have thought of it as a promise?" Nohl: "That's a strange thing to say." Naala: "But... as a political assistant, you could have easily pretended that a promise with just a girl didn't matter, right?"  "I know that promises are important to you, but that's why I'm wondering why you made a promise with me." Nohl: "...I made a bet with you." Naala: "Yes, that's right.” Nohl: "Betting is only meaningful if you do it seriously. There is no beauty or fun in a gamble where you plan to run away from the start."  "So when you think you've lost, you do your best to fulfill your promise. That's all there is to it." Naala: (I don't know if Nohl is serious or not... I really don't know what to make of him) "I thought maybe you'd acknowledge me a little." Nohl: "Did you say something? I must have imagined a misguided plea." Naala: "Sorry for misjudging me. Hmmm, I didn't say anything. Nohl: "...I don't have time to embrace someone I don't acknowledge. Please understand that." Naala: “Huh.” Without any regard for my desire to hear more, Nohl went quiet. He had been reading for a while now, so he should have finished the letter by now. But he continued to stare at the same letter. Naala: "...An important business letter?" Nohl: "More than important..." He hesitated as if searching for the right words to say. As I waited without rushing him, a small sigh made the flame of the candle flicker. Nohl: "...It’s a letter from my hometown.” Naala: "! You mean…” Nohl: "Yes, I thought that if I reached out to my family, they might be willing to listen to me, so I tried my luck with them..." “...” I was curious to know what he had to say next, but even more than that... I was shocked that he had contacted his home country, which he hated so much, for my sake. Sensing Nohl's sincerity, my hands trembled with joy. I suppressed my excitement within my heart and tried my best to open the envelope calmly. Naala: "...Did they make any unpleasant requests?" Nohl: "No... I think it's a welcome response." There was something about the way he said it that made it sound like he had something stuck in his teeth. Since he was usually the type to say whatever he wanted decisively, the vagueness of his expression bothered me. If he were to put a mental strain on top of the physical strain, he would really collapse. Growing worried, I was about to get off the bed when Nohl approached me with the letter placed on the bed. Nohl: "Your body is still sore, so just lie down.” I was gently pushed back onto the bed, and my shoulders relaxed. To finish off the experience, he kissed my forehead softly, and my heart melted at the feeling of being loved. Nohl: "Goodnight, my princess..." Perhaps he was teasing me, enjoying my reaction. His whispers were so sweet that I couldn't stay quiet and listen. I rubbed my hot cheek against his outstretched hand and repeated the "serious joke" to him. Naala: "...Good night, my husband." Nohl: “...” The gaze he was giving me was so gentle that it made my heart flutter. And so, for the first time, I sunk deep into a deep sleep, watched over by my "husband"... ~END~

Here is the translation for the R18 version of Koezaru wa Akai Hana:  Nohl's scene Beginning of Dinner 3. ⚠DISCLOSURE: Please keep in mind the content warnings of this scene which are: Public Play, Verbal Humiliation. Translated Video Select: Options ⇀ Events ⇀ Nohl⇀ 晩餐の始まり3 One day, a few days after that day. Naala: “Is that true?” Nohl: “You really are quite doubting.” Naala: “But, if it’s true, that’s really amazing!” The report brought by Nohl delighted my heart. I took a deep breath to calm my uplifting spirit. Nohl: “Are you really that excited?” Naala: “It’s exciting for me at least.” Apparently, Nohl kept his promise to me. It seems that he secretly contacted neighboring countries, and planned to invite women to Nasla from other countries. One of the small nations that responded said that they would send an emissary to Nasla. Naala: (He really did keep his promise…) He’d told me that I won, but I didn’t actually know if he was working as he said he would. If he hadn’t, it wouldn’t be out of the question for him to break a verbal promise. Somewhere in my heart, I had prepared myself for him to avoid the whole thing. Naala:  (But… he kept up his end of the deal.) What I have been hoping for may come true. I want to bounce around with a feeling of intense joy. When I took another breath to calm myself down, I apologized internally for the anxiety I had regarding Nohl. Naala: “...Thank you, Nohl.” Nohl: “You won the bet, so this is a natural right. Therefore, gratitude is not needed.” Naala: “Even still, I’m happy.” Nohl: “Were you thinking of me as trash who would not keep my promise?” Probably because of his experiences of having promises broken, Nohl treats people who break promises as trach. Recalling what I’ve observed so far, I haven’t seen him break any promises. Naala: “...I’m sorry.” Nohl: “For what?” Naala: “I underestimated you. I thought that it wouldn’t be surprising if you broke your promise.” Nohl: “Though we may be a married couple with the same purpose, we are from enemy countries, so it’s quite natural to think so. On the contrary, if you hadn’t prepared yourself for that possibility, you’d be disqualified as my wife.” Naala: “But, I watched you every day, so I should know your beliefs, but I still doubted you, I think that’s rude, regardless of being enemies or allies. Nohl: “...Hmm, so you watched me every day?” His lake-colored eyes narrowed. His quiet voice produced a sew appeal that rang in my eardrums. Suddenly my heart rate jumped as I could feel the blood racing through my veins. Naala: “Well, it’s natural to see you as we live in the same room.” I’ve been very weird these days. Whenever I see those eyes, my heart starts to race. I wanted to stop as I might run out of breath, but his thin, well-shaped lips touched my earlobe without hesitation. Nohl: “So you watched me, thought about me enough to understand my disposition…?” Naala: “...I mean, isn’t it normal to observe the behavior of your trading partner?” Nohl: “Please tell me how you were looking at me. Let’s start with the mornings…” Naala: “Why… why do we…” Nohl: “If you want to apologize for your disrespect, then you can tell me at least this much, right?” Naala: “Fine, I understand.” “First, when you wake up in the morning and you’re in the room, you burn your favorite incense. With your eyes closed in that scent, you…” It’s very beautiful. Unlike when he’s facing me, he seems to be more relaxed, and just a little bit sexy. With his eyes closed, standing next to the window in the morning sun, I thought that he was as beautiful as a spirit. However, this is a secret, as I sneaked peeks from under the covers. Saying it would be embarrassing. Nohl: “I what…?” Naala: “...” A voice mixed with a sigh is pushed into my ear canal, rushing me. I can feel my violently beating heart in my mouth, as my words are pushed from the back of my throat. Naala: “You… look beautiful.” Nohl:  “You like my figure that much?”   Naala: “...I think it’s beautiful, so I don’t hate it.” Nohl: “I see. You are intrigued by me because my appearance is peculiar to you.” Naala: “Maybe that’s it…?” This felt like a guided cross-examination. While thinking in the corner of my head, that beautiful and peculiar face approached me. Naala: “...What?” Nohl: “...Perhaps, now with various conditions overlapping, you are seeing an illusion.” Naala: “An illusion?” What’s he getting at? His fingers, quite slender for a man, addressed my questioning lips. Even his gesture to silence is seductive, killing my voice. Nohl: “Well, considering how things began, everything may seem to be an illusion. Perhaps you should let yourself be pulled in by that illusion.” I don’t understand what he means, but I’m shaken. My heart is racing, and it’s getting harder and harder to see with my eyes at close range. Nohl: “Go ahead and fall in. If you do, I will dote upon you, enough to make you melt…” Naala: “Wh… what?!” ~Picture~ At the moment when I could no longer stand the excitement and my lips opened, the lips which had been speaking at a precariously close distance overlapped with mine without warning. With his arm, he turned me around and brought me in by the waist, our bodies in close contact. I opened my mouth wide to protest, but then his lips fell in even deeper. Naala: “Nnngh! Mmm…” An elaborate kiss, one of which I had never experienced before. While I was dumbfounded, my tongue was swept away by skillful movements.  Nohl: “Relax more… yes… that’s a good girl…” A sweet voice, reminiscent of a gentle teacher, numbed my brain. I was robbed of the energy to resist. I was slowly licked, from the smooth part on the back to the noisy taste buds, and a mysterious numbness ran down my spine. Naala: “Mmm… ahh… Nohl…” I wanted to complain, but for some reason, I called out his name. Perhaps his darting tongue has driven me crazy, and I can only respond with a sweet voice. Raising my eyelids a little, my gaze met with Nohl, who also had opened his eyes. His tongue thrust in deeper as if rebuking what he saw. Naala: “Guu… mmm…” I had trouble breathing, and the saliva that had been accumulating spilled from the corners of my mouth. Nohl’s tongue wiped it away. Nohl: “...Apparently, I need to teach you everything, starting with kissing.” With my difficulty breathing my thoughts were clouded. I raised my face while I panted, and I was drawn in by my waist again. Naala: “Ah… ah… why…this…” My lips that were asking the meaning of these actions were closed with a light kiss. After a few pecks, this time something other than suffocating clouded my thoughts. My lips were gently sucked, and my knees trembled. Nohl: “...Why? I can hear something strange.” Naala: “...Mmm…” Because he was whispering between kisses, it was like I could but yet could not hear him. The words he spoke melted in my head. Nohl: “You are mine. I don’t need a reason to love you, do I?” Naala: “Mmm… this is being loved?” Nohl: “What else would you call it…?” At the moment when it was confirmed, I felt an ache in the back of my chest. This is odd. It’s almost like I’m happy. For Nohl, it wouldn’t be out of the question for him to cherish one of his toys, so to be happy about that, it’s ridiculous. …So, that’s not it. I’m not happy. This is an illusion, because I’m lost. ~End Picture~ Nohl: “I’d like to ask you about afternoon and night… but I don’t think you can take it, so we shall save that for next time.” He finally let go of me, and I felt relieved… The loneliness mixed with relief is probably due to confusion. Looking down with my hot face, I heard a voice filled with joy. Nohl: “I shall be looking forward to tonight.” ~Next Scene~ I would learn what he meant by those words at night. Naala: “Banquet with the emissary?” Nohl: “Yes. It has been pushed ahead to tonight.” Naala: “This really is sudden.” It must be nerve-wracking to have dinner with someone with political ties. Naala: (Political work really is difficult.) The fate of the Rus women depends on this as well, so it’s important for me too. However, since I can’t be involved in political affairs, it’s kind of like someone else’s business. I was vaguely imagining the banquet scene that way, but the following words caused my eyes to widen. Nohl: “Therefore, please accompany me.” Naala: “Me?” Nohl: “Yes.” He nodded, as if it were natural. Naala: “Um, but… if I go with my short hair, your negotiations won’t be successful.” Nohl: “Why?” Naala: “Why… I mean, generally speaking, short-haired women are considered ugly, right?” Nohl: “That’s quite a negative way of thinking.” Naala: “I’d like you to say that it’s a prudent way of thinking.” “You don’t want to be despised by a foreign country as a man with an ugly wife.” No matter what my personal opinion may be, customs are customs. We may need to worry about appearances in public. Naala: (I don’t mind being ridiculed, but I don’t want to interfere with Nohl’s work…)  Nohl: “...Hmm.”   He placed his elbow at his stomach, and put his chin in his hand. I got a bad feeling looking at that. As I know from observing him, this is what he does when he’s planning something. Nohl: “If you’re worried about that, then I shall make you beautiful.” Naala: “...What do you mean?” I’m skeptical of the smile directed at me. It’s suspicious. Very suspicious. Nohl: “The more you break the conventions of beauty, the more beautiful you are.” He extends his hand, and I feel like I want to run away in the opposite direction. However, his condition of “not disobeying him” hung heavy on my head. …But before that, internally I was slowly losing the urge to defy that devilish smile. ~Next Scene~ Naala: “...Nohl, did you prepare this?” At Nohl’s instructions, the room became as spectacular as an exhibition, though I had no idea where everything came from. I was casually excited about the beautiful costumes and jewels in front of me.  Naala: “Beautiful…” Costumes finely embroidered with gold and silver threads and jewels that shine dazzlingly tempt me. Things shone as I took them into my hands. Nohl: “I guess you are a woman after all. You can’t help but gush with beautiful things in front of you.” He giggled at me, and I glared back in regret. Naala: “What. Got any complaints?” Nohl: “No. I like straightforward women.” Nohl, as he approached, switched his gaze between me and the costumes lined up. Perhaps he was thinking about which one best suited me. Naala: “...These are nice outfits, but I don’t think they’ll look good on me. Especially with this hair…” Nohl: “Then, let’s put on a little makeup before trying the outfits on.” Naala: “Huh, make-up?" Nohl: “Your facial features are well organized, but adding some color to it will make the outfit look even better. It would be enough to compensate for your hair.” Naala: “...” Nohl: “Please sit down there.” This preparation is necessary so that I don’t hold Nohl back. I can't go against him here. Giving up, I did as told and sat in the chair near me. Nohl: “Well then, let’s start applying.” Upon those words, he took out a wooden bowl and began kneading something inside. With his scooping motion, Nohl’s fingertips became faintly dyed red. Just as I was thinking that the contrast with his white skin was beautiful, Nohl’s face approached, Naala: “...!” I was taken aback, remembering the kiss this morning. Nohl: “I can’t apply makeup if you don’t sit still.” Naala:  “Yeah, but…” Nohl: “Look this way. We do not have time.” Naala: “...” That peculiar, beautiful face was before me. Long eyelashes. Blue eyes that are clearer than the sky. Each one seems to be a delicate work of art, and I’m impressed by Nohl’s beauty. Nohl: “...Your skin is quite delicate and beautiful.” Naala: “...Really?” His big hands touched my skin, and I realized that this kind of beauty could also be achieved by a man. His fingertips that traced my cheeks felt a little cold, which felt good. Naala: (Or, maybe my cheeks were running hot…) The more aware I became of the touched area, the hotter I felt in those places. To distract myself, I dared to ask trivial questions. Naala: “What are you applying?” Nohl: “It’s blush.” Naala: “This is a first for me.” Nohl: “Your skin is white, so this gives you more complexion.” His knowledge of makeup… of course has nothing to do with being a political assistant, so I’m impressed by his abundance of knowledge. His dexterity would put other women to shame. Nohl: “I shall apply lipstick, so please look this way.” Naala: “Like this?” Nohl: “Part your lips slightly.” After raising my chin, Nohl’s fingertips slid across my lips. Perhaps trying to apply it carefully, he slightly touched the inside of my lips. Tracing the soft mucous membrane, my body froze for a moment. Naala: “...” Fortunately, my reaction seems to have gone unnoticed. His fingertips left my lips after applying the lipstick. Nohl: “We’re finished.” Naala: “...Thank you.” Looking into the mirror, I was surprised at how I changed. Naala: (Wow…) My skin was whiter than usual, smooth, and my cheeks were slightly red. My lips were colored beautifully red, and looked more mature than usual. Naala: “...Where did you learn how to do makeup?” Well, since this is Nohl, who “ate up all the fruit”, he would have had plenty of opportunity to practice. Imagining that, my chest tightened with a strange pain. I shouldn’t care about what kind of woman Nohl has slept with in the past, so why do I have these stupid feelings? Nohl:  “Now, let’s change into the outfit I prepared for you.” He presented the outfit without caring about how I felt about it. It was a bold outfit with an open chest. Naala: “It’s lovely, but…” Nohl: “Are you dissatisfied with my choice?” Naala: “No, but…” Nohl: “Then hurry up and disrobe.” Naala: “Huh?! Now?!” Nohl: “Oh… have you forgotten our contract?” Naala: “...” Nohl: “We don’t have much time. Hurry.” Naala: “I… I got it.” I hesitated, but this wasn’t the first time I’d been naked in front of Nohl. Why do I feel embarrassed about it now? …I calm my chest, which is in agony with shame. Naala: (Ah, well… at least he doesn’t have to stare at me anymore…)  As I awkwardly stiffened, his eyes told me to “hurry up”. In these times, Nohl doesn’t forgive me until I follow his orders. I know that, unfortunately, so I made up my mind, and bit my lip. I let go of my shame as I exhaled a big breath. Naala: “...There, I took it off.” Nohl: “Your wrap as well.” Naala: “...” I took it off silently, as I didn’t have the energy to resist anymore. The sound of the wrap falling on the floor felt distant. As I did this, of course Nohl was staring at me. With a half-tired head, I wondered if he would ever tire of looking so much. Naala: “...It’s off.” While I was changing clothes, I heard a noise at the edge of my field of vision. Apparently, he took out a different makeup tool. Unable to make eye contact, I don’t know what he’s doing. Nohl: “This balm makes your skin look beautiful. As the outfit has a wide open chest and back, let’s apply it to the visible areas of your skin.” Naala: (Oh, I haven't even put my coat on yet...) Before I could protest, the balm was applied to his palm, and then placed at my neck as he slid down. Naala: “Mmm…” Although he was just applying balm to me, it still gave me goosebumps. Reaching the end of my neck, beads of balm that had fallen down to his fingertips slipped down my cleavage. His fingers chased after it. Nohl: “I must apply the balm thoroughly.” Naala: “...” His finger sent down my cleavage repeatedly. He applied the product painstakingly, and then, as if to check the shape, he circled halfway around the bottom of my breast. The soft outline was broken down, and it swayed with his movements. Naala: “Ah…” Nohl: “I’m just applying balm.” My breasts had begun to get used to being shaken, and with the added pressure, they were changing shape to suit Nohl's pleasure. Unable to bear watching, I turned my eyes away, but my attention was focused all the more on it. Even though they weren't being touched, the tips of my breasts began to stick out. Naala: “...” Nohl: “Oh, is something the matter?” His deliberate way of speaking irritated me. I wanted to complain, but saying it with my nipples erect like this wouldn't have any effect. Just as I was feeling frustrated, he started to stimulate my pointed nipples, kneading them as if they were being played with. Naala: “Nnn…!” My nostrils were affected by the fragrant aroma, and the friction sound of the rubbing violated my ear holes. Nohl moved his palms exaggeratedly, creating an obscene flapping sound on my skin that wouldn’t have been made with normal movements. Influenced by the sense of smell, touch, and sound, my head gradually became numb. Nohl: “I’m only seriously applying balm to you… to react like this, you’re quite the bad girl.” Naala: “No…” Nohl: “No? If not, then what is this?” My nipples became even harder as they were being teased. My whole body trembled as he pinched my engorged nipples. Next time, I wonder how relentless his fiddling will be. Thinking about it caused my body to run hot. Nohl: “Oh, I must apply it to your arms as well.” Naala: “Huh…” His fingertips flowed along my arm, and I suddenly let out a stupid voice. It’s embarrassing. And it seems like he was expecting this. Naala: “...” Nohl: “Oh? Would you rather I be touching somewhere else?” Naala: “...No.” Feeling regretful, I tried to respond in a cold voice, but my chest where he teased me ached, complained with dissatisfaction. His palms ran down my back and towards my lower body as I endured. Naala: “Hey, you don’t have to do my legs. They’ll be hidden by the dress.” Nohl: “Oh, you did not notice? The dress has quite a large slit at the hem. Therefore, we should apply it to your legs as well.” Naala: “...” Nohl: “Sit on the bed.” He gave an order while applying more balm to his palm. As my head went numb, I couldn’t think of any good counterarguments, so I did as I was told. As my hips sank into the bed, Nohl knelt in front of me. He held one of my feet and stroked slowly from my toes. Naala: “...” I muffle a voice while looking down at the top of Nohl’s head. Seeing him kneel, a position I’d never seen him in, also gave me a strange, uplifting feeling. Moreover, because of the slimy balm, I felt like I was doing something indecent. Naala:  “You don’t have to be so thorough…” Nohl: “If I am not careful, your dress will be ruined.” His detailed movements, applying it to each and every pore only made it more sensitive. My skin trembles no matter what he does now, even his normal hands start to look mysterious. Naala: “Huh… Ah…” The voice that leaked out was surprisingly sweet. I closed my mouth in a hurry with my hands, but I couldn’t undo the sound that came out. Hearing my voice, Nohl's spine rose, and his palm slid up my inner thigh. He ran his hands back and forth around the base of my legs, a sensitive area, with an exaggerated movement. Naala: “Ngh…” It was getting harder to hold back my voice at this point. As his fingernails dug lightly into the soft part at my base, my unspent secret place began to ache and I felt like crying. I wanted this hellish pleasure to end quickly. But I also wanted the comfort of my hot skin... Conflicting desires alternated between one another, making my head spin. Naala:  “Ah…” When he massaged my tight spots, my legs opened even though I hadn't been told to. Suddenly, I tried to close them, but Nohl's shoulder stopped me. Naala: “D-Don’t…!” Nohl: "...It's wet." Naala: "Of course it’s wet..." Nohl: "Because of all this...?" He peered at me so closely I could feel his breath. His gaze pierced me, and my whole body felt like it was burning. My face turned red with shame. Naala: “S-stop looking…” Nohl: "Sure, as you wish." My request was easily granted, and I felt both relieved and disappointed... As I frowned with mixed feelings, I suddenly felt heat on my petals. ~Picture~ Naala: “Kyaa!?” Nohl: "Instead of looking at it, I’ll just taste it..." I had never expected to be kissed there. I had started to close my thighs in surprise, but Nohl's hands grabbed them and stopped them. The tip of his sharp tongue parted the petals and smoothly slid along them. Naala: “No! Ah, stop it…!” Nohl:  "Hm... Please don't struggle." Nohl grabbed my waist tightly, holding me down so I couldn't escape. Sucking my already swollen bud noisily. Naala: “Mmm…!” An intense sensation I had never felt before ran up my spine. All at once, I lost the will to resist, and the strength drained from my legs. Nohl: "Hmm... Really, we're about to have a dinner party, and yet you're overflowing like this..." Naala: "Ah, ah! Stop...! Hmph!" Once my resistance had subsided, he began to soften my bud. I arched my back in response to the tingling stimulation, and then he took it in between his lips and handled it. Then, as if by surprise, he started to lick me gently, leaving me at his mercy. Naala: "Ahh, ahh! Please... stop, I’m begging you...!" I shiver as I feel nectar spurting out from deep inside my body. I was so embarrassed, but I couldn't help enjoying it. As I become aware of this, the nectar starts to overflow even more. Naala: "N-no... Ahh, ah...!" Nohl: "...You’re overflowing again. At this rate, you will never get cleaned up." "If that's the case, don't stimulate me," were words I wanted to say but turned into moans. In addition to the kisses with his lips, he traced the petals with the pads of his fingers. Naala: "Ah, haa... that's it..." Nohl: "You don't seem to dislike it at all. Look, you're drooling and looking like you want something..." The opening of my vagina was caressed as if to warn me of my lewdness. Stimulated, it roars greedily, just as Nohl had said. The inside of my vagina starts to wriggle on its own, calling out to him to go deeper. Nohl: "Is this really what you wanted...?" Naala: "Ah! Ah, no, don't put it in... nooooo!" His fingertips which had been tickling my entrance made a lewd squishing sound as they entered. Perhaps because the outside had been teased so much, my insides began to swell with impatience. As if to soothe them, the walls were slowly caressed and spread. Nohl: "Let’s see, where is your most sensitive spot... Ah, I guess it's here." Naala: "Huh?! Ahh! Stop, stop, no!" When the tip of his finger grazed a certain spot, a painful sensation shot up to the top of my head. Every pore in my body opened and sweat began to flow profusely. With each push, I shivered like a fish that had been pulled up onto land. Naala: "Ah, ahh, not... there, ahh... ahh, please, stop...!" My breathing grew faster and faster, and the back of my eyes was getting hot. Tears are blocking my vision. Before I knew it, the number of fingers inside had increased to two, and they were rubbing my sensitive spot with an almost relentless urge. I was frightened of the sensation of being pushed up into some unknown place. I was almost there... on the verge of reaching the peak of pleasure. ~Picture End~ Nohl: "Oh, come to think of it, we were in the middle of getting ready. Since you also seem to want us to stop, shall we stop here?" Naala: “Uh…?” Suddenly, he pulled out his fingers, and I looked down in shock. The man there had a calm, composed face, in stark contrast to my breathless self. I felt like crying, and bit my lower lip tightly. Nohl: "What's wrong? I thought you wanted me to stop?" Naala: “...” My yearning flesh tingled and ached. I want to twist my hips and rub the flesh inside myself. The more I feel that urge, the more my body twitches and spasms. Just a little more stimulation would make me feel better, but I couldn't get that little bit. This torturous hell was driving my mind crazy… Naala: “...” Please, undo me, thrust into me, make me come - a lewd wish is rising to the top of my throat. Ah, it hurts. I want to say it. I want it to end. If I say it, Nohl will surely smile a devilish smile and give me the greatest pleasure ever. Naala: “Ah… ah…” But how could I say something so embarrassing? "Make me come" was just too lewd, as the parts of my body that had yet to taste a man twitched. Nohl: "You look so eager. Ah, perhaps you want this...?" ~Picture~ Naala: “...!” Nohl’s stiff penis was held up right in front of me. His beautiful face could easily be mistaken for that of a woman, but his strength was beyond my imagination. The numerous veins stand out in different ways, eloquently expressing his heat and hardness. Naala: “...” I swallowed. I realized that it wasn't out of disgust, but excitement, and the embarrassment made me want to die. My mind might have exploded. After all, the moment that a maiden's fear flickered across my mind was only for a brief moment. Naala: “...” Why do I have such an urge to reach out for Nohl's thing in front of me? Why are my legs tingling so much? I wanted to look away, but the more I looked, the more my half-finished insides started to leak honey. Nohl: "Well, just tell me... If that's what you want, I'll give you the greatest pleasure..." The sound of the tip of the hot stake parting the petals made my heart skip a beat. My entrance was already more than wet enough, and ready to welcome Nohl deep inside. Naala: “...!” ...But if I cross this line, I feel like not only my body but my heart will fall to Nohl as well. I clenched my lips tightly and shook my head. Nohl: "You're not being honest. This place is completely loose and mushy..." "It's like you're crying and wanting me to pester you right now..." Nohl began to move, using his hips and hands, with the tip of his penis pressed against the opening of my vagina. The shallow, half-insertion only gave me a light sensation of pleasure. It made the depths of my vagina ache even more, and I couldn't help it. Nohl: "...If you keep leaking this much, it might just slip in." Naala: “!” My breath hitched with excitement. Even though my mind was refusing it, the depths of my body were telling me I wanted it so badly. As I shook my hips begging for it, his hot cock sunk even deeper inside me. Naala: “Ah…” Just as my excitement and anticipation were building, thinking that he would end up going in if he continued, Nohl suddenly pulled back. Nohl: "No, you have to say it first. You want it… don't you? Naala: “No…” The shallow thrusts were repeated again. This time Nohl placed his hand on his penis and began to rub it up and down from the bud to the shaft. As my sensitive spot was kneaded, a wave of pleasure spread from my loins. Nohl: "Just say that you want it... I'll take that best part from before and knead it into a soft mess..." Naala: "Ahh, ahh, ahh..." The moment he said it, I remembered that painful pleasure, and my whole body trembled. I just wanted to say it. I wanted to beg him, to rub my hips against him. It would probably hurt like crazy, but that would be fine. I wanted him to spread me open to the depths and knead me wildly. Naala: "Ugh, ugh...fuu..." I covered my open mouth with my hand. If I made any more noise, I would end up shamelessly begging. Nohl: "...You’re quite stubborn." Naala: “Ah!?” Wasting no time, the movement of the tip of his penis, which had been rubbing against my genitals, sped up. As the slimy bud was pressed at short intervals, my mind became hazy and honey overflowed in a flood. A strong sense of pleasure ran up my spine, as if I was being chased by something. Naala: "H, Ah! Ahhh... ah!" Nohl: “...!” Sticky, hot semen was splattered all over my private parts. As I received it, a comfortable floating sensation enveloped my body. Nohl: "It seems you've reached it too…" A hint of lust oozed from his calm expression. I purred at the sensuality not usually seen in Nohl. Why was I so excited...? Nohl: "It's been a while, so I got quite a lot out of it... see." He caught the semen he had just released between his fingertips and smeared it onto my still-twitching bud. The semen that had dripped down to my entrance was first lathered around my vagina, and then finally pushed inside. Naala: "Ah! No..." The semen mixed with my love juices was pumped deeper and deeper. My cavity, already sensitive from just reaching orgasm, swelled with delight and swallowed Nohl's finger. Nohl: "Hehe... Maybe this will make you pregnant with my child." Naala: “Huh…” Nohl:  "Even though you're a maiden, you can bear my child. I wonder what kind of expression you'll make..." "It would be fun to just enjoy it without penetrating you like this again..." Naala: “...” Ever since I discovered Nohl's true nature, I had prepared myself for the possibility that I might conceive a child someday. But this is too much. I’ve now experienced the taste of Nohl's semen before I’ve even experienced his heat… ~End Picture~ Nohl: "Well, you can put it on now." Naala: “Huh…” Nohl: "Did you not hear me?" Naala: “...” As I sat up, I heard a wet sound coming from between my legs. It was so lewd that I shivered. Naala: "Um... Nohl. I feel uncomfortable if I go out like this, so could I take a bath?" Nohl: "No. Please continue to the dinner party. Naala: “But that’s…” Nohl: "Hurry up." Naala: “...” His order was absolute. Feeling desperate, I slowly put on the rest of my clothes. The slimy feeling between my legs made my already sluggish body feel even more sluggish. Nohl: "Come on, let's go." I wanted to bite the hand that was guiding me reverently. With every step I took, the sound of bubbles leaking out of my clothes... was all I could worry about. Naala: “...” ~Next scene~ As I walked along with my head down, Nohl suddenly put his lips close to my ear. He blew in a meaningful voice, husky with a smile. Nohl: "...It smells of lust." Naala:  “...!” My heart flushed with heat. Contrary to the anger in my heart, a sweet ache swelled in my lower abdomen, made me want to cry even more… My dinner guest seemed like a very serious person. Even though I had short hair, he didn't show any sign of displeasure and instead returned my greeting politely. It seemed that Nohl's choice of makeup and outfit had paid off. The envoy repeatedly complimented me, calling me "beautiful." The emissary:  "So, changing the subject, is the wife of the political assistant from Rus?" Naala: "Yes, I'm from Rus." The emissary: "I've never been to Rus, so what's it like?" He must have been in a good mood because he only asked me questions that were easy to answer. Naala: "Of course, in Rus we–" “!?” At that moment, a bolt of lightning ran through my body. Nohl, who was sitting next to me, slid his hand under the table up my inner thigh. Perhaps the alcohol had raised his body temperature, but his palm was unusually hot. Naala: (...Stop it.) I glared at him with a wish in my heart. However, I only got that annoyingly beautiful smile in return. The emissary: "Um… my lady?" Naala: “Oh… um…” Nohl: "I apologize, my wife isn't used to these kinds of situations, so I'll answer in her stead." The emissary: "…Is that so" Nohl talked nonchalantly, all the while continuing to play with my private parts. My private parts were already wet with nectar and semen, and just welcoming Nohl's fingers made me numb. Naala: “...” Nohl: "Oh, your collar is bent." Saying this, Nohl leaned in towards me. His hands slid down the back of my neck, and his lips drew closer to my ear. The closer we were, the more out of breath I felt, and all I could think was "Please finish this quickly," but… Nohl: "Tonight's food smells delicious." "Oh, pardon me… or is that the smell of your desire?" Naala: “!?” The things whispered to me were so lewd that I nearly screamed. I was so embarrassed, I just wanted to disappear right then and there. ...But at the same time, I found myself feeling extremely aroused for some reason. Naala: (This can't be happening...) I hoped that the current situation, and my lust, were all just an illusion. In a way, dealing with the envoy with such a pleasure-dazed mind required more guts than persuading the minister… ~Next Scene~ I dragged my heavy body back to my room. The dinner party, which felt so much longer than it actually was, had finally come to an end. I couldn't put enough strength into my legs, so Nohl was now supporting my waist. Much to my displeasure. Naala: "I didn't think you were such a pervert. Nohl: "If admiring one's wife is considered perverted behavior, then all men in the world are perverts." Naala: "You're a special case." "Ha, but in front of an emissary, really..." "Hmm?!" My lips were forcefully pressed together and pushed back any complaints. My legs, which had no strength to begin with, gave way and I fell onto the bed behind me. Naala: "Hm, huh...wait a second...!" Nohl: "You were very attractive in front of the envoy, your face bright red and filled with pleasure."  "I wanted to drop the food on the floor and devour you right then and there..." Naala: "That's the same thing you did earlier... ngh!” A finger is inserted into my moistened honeypot. Having been played with so much, the place has become hypersensitive to any stimulation. Nohl: "Since you seemed dissatisfied..." Naala: “It’s enough… Ah! Hmph, I’m tired…!” Nohl: "It seems this stubborn woman needs to be punished." "I’ll drive you to your breaking point... and put my semen deep inside you..." Naala: "Ah, ah, ah...!" ...And so, once again, I was smeared with semen, unaware of Nohl's heat. As I anticipated the end, a corner of my mind began to cool in inverse proportion to the heat of my body. Naala: “...” This is all just a delusion. An illusion. –Not being able to hold Nohl in my arms is so heartbreaking it crushes my heart. I'm sure my heart was just being pulled by lust. Nohl: "You are mine, my alone…” His sweet voice rang out making my thoughts go haywire. I prayed all night long for this pleasure-filled hell to end… ~END~

Hakuouki Reimeiroku  was originally released in 2010 on the PlayStation 2 and the PlayStation Portable. It details the Shinsengumi’s creation prior to the events of the original Hakuouki. The story follows Ryuunosuke Ibuki, who lives in the Shinsengumi headquarters after Kamo Serizawa picks him up off the streets. Story When Ryuunosuke lost his mother as she succumbed to illness, he wandered aimlessly without living support. On the way to the capital, he was attacked and robbed, leaving him with no food or money. When all that was left was just his starvation to death, he met Serizawa Kamo and was picked up by him. Although reluctantly, Ryuunosuke ended up traveling with him and for the time being, lived at the Shinsengumi quarters. Though he held some prejudice due to his past, his encounter with the Shinsengumi brought about changes to his stubborn heart. This is a story of a nameless youth, in a time of turmoil at the end of the Edo period. (Source: Hakuoki wiki ) Translations Side Stories: - Iba's Side Story - Souma's Side Story - Sakamoto's Side Story - Kazama's Side Story - Shinpachi's Side Story - Yamazaki's Side Story - Sanan's Side Story Characters Hachiro Iba | VA. Mamoru Miyano Hachiro Iba is a member of the shogun’s guard who has known the Shinsengumi for years. He’s also inherited one of the most popular dojo in Bakumatso, Edo, through his family name. Despite his charming looks and his very gentle & refined appearance, he is one badass swordsman who’s trained together with the Shinsengumi captains. He’s also Chizuru’s childhood friend. Kazue Souma | VA. Yuki Kaji A new recruit of the Shinsengumi who was a former soldier in the shogunate army. Isami Kondou sees potential in him so he was immediately appointed as the chief’s page. Ryouma Sakamoto | VA. Daisuke Ono Originally a samurai from Tosa, Sakamoto is the ronin responsible for negotiating the alliance between the Satsuma and Choshu in an effort to overthrow the Shogunate. Sakamoto has a very progressive view of politics and he believes that the Japanese government should become more like a democracy. Chikage Kazama | VA. Kenjiro Tsuda The head of the demon clan in the west. Chikage Kazama possesses an arrogant and cruel persona and is severely prejudiced against humans. He is somehow connected with the Satsuma Domain together with his demon comrades, Amagiri and Shiranui. Shinpachi Nagakura | VA. Tsuboi Tomohiro The Captain of the Second Division and one of the most skilled warriors of the Shinsengumi. Unlike the other captains who started as a nobody before they claimed their Shinsengumi titles, Shinpachi was born into a samurai family but was never interested in a life of luxury as he wanted to earn his role as a samurai rather than reaping its benefits through his family name. He ended up in the Shiei Hall where he met the other captains and that was when Kondou took him. Suzumu Yamazaki | VA. Takayuki Suzuki Yamazaki is a member of the Watch division in the Shinsengumi. As a doctor’s son, he’s also well-versed in the field of medicine. He is very devoted to the Shinsengumi and respects Hijikata as his commanding leader. Keisuke Sanan | VA. NObuo Tobita One of the Vice Commanders of the Shinsengumi, also referred to as a Colonel in their organization. Sanan gained his position due to his intelligence in battle tactics as well as his headstrong personality which garnered him the respect of the other Shinsengumi captains. Despite his kind and gentle appearance, he posses an ominous side, especially when angered. Source

A story from before the events of Kyoto Winds. A mysterious figure has been stopped roaming around at night and has both Ryuunosuke and Yamazaki freaked out (both for VERY different reasons). Translated Video The humid rainy season had finally come to an end, and summer was drawing closer day by day. I heard that summers in Kyoto are harsher than the summers in Osaka where I grew up... To be honest, I was feeling a little melancholic. Then, one night, Ibuki and I were called to Vice-commander Hijikata's room. It was a muggy night as usual, but the atmosphere in this room was clearly different. I could guess what was on the Vice-commander’s mind… He's surely thinking only about outwitting Serizawa, the current head of the Roshigumi. As a member of the Watch, I have to help the Vice-commander as much as I can. Susumu Yamazaki: "We've been quietly investigating the movements of the newly recruited warriors," "but so far, it seems that none of them have been acting strangely." Our role as the Watch is to find out about incidents occurring within the unit and the condition of its warriors. If an enemy spy has infiltrated, we must report this to the Vice-commander as soon as possible. The Vice-commander looked lost in thought for a short while, and then… Toshizo Hijikata: "Okay, you can step back. From now on, please be sure to stay vigilant." Susumu Yamazaki: "Understood, then..." After bowing to the Vice-commander, I tried to leave the room, but… Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "Ah... Please hold on  a sec." Ibuki suddenly cried out. Toshizo Hijikata: "What is it? Is there something else?" In response to the Vice-commander's question, Ibuki looks somewhat uneasy and lowers his eyes. And then… Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "Well... I might just be reading too much into things." Toshizo Hijikata: "……Into what?" The Vice-commander frowned at this meaningful introduction. What on earth is this about? Eventually, Ibuki spoke, gazing at the Vice-commander. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "The new recruits were saying they saw a strange figure in the barracks yard at night." Susumu Yamazaki: “...!” The moment I heard Ibuki's words, I thought my breath would stop. Toshizo Hijikata: "What's the matter, Yamazaki? Do you know something?" Susumu Yamazaki: "N-no... It's nothing." As expected of the Vice-commander. To think that he noticed my momentary emotional turmoil. Fortunately, it seems he had no intention of pursuing this any further. He stared at me for a while, then turned his gaze back to Ibuki. Toshizo Hijikata: "...Maybe they saw one of the warriors going to the bathroom in the middle of the night." Ibuki tilts his head in dissatisfaction with the conclusion the Vice-commander has tentatively reached. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "You think so? But then it's not some ghost, who could it have been..." But it seems there isn't enough solid evidence to continue digging any further... Ibuki didn't say a word after that. The Vice-commander then looked back and forth between me and Ibuki, then… Toshizo Hijikata: "Okay then, you two can head back. Let me know if anything else happens." Susumu Yamazaki: "Understood, then... Let's go, Ibuki." I urged Ibuki to stand up and guided him out of the Vice Captain's room. Perhaps it was because he was freed from the indescribable tension that had been hanging over the Vice-commander's room... Ibuki stretched slightly. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "...But still, I wonder what it really is. That shadow thing I mean." Susumu Yamazaki: "...Y- yeah." It was as if he had taken me by surprise and brought up the subject from earlier, and I was unintentionally shaken. Could it be that Ibuki had noticed something...? No, Ibuki wasn't the type to ask indirect questions like this. Susumu Yamazaki: "...As the Vice-commander said earlier, it must have seen a corps member or someone from the Yagi residence." He answered calmly, but Ibuki didn't seem convinced. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "Maybe, but then wouldn't they’ve noticed each other?" Susumu Yamazaki: "It's dark outside, with only the stars to light the place. No one would’ve been able to see each other's face." Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "Yeah, but still..." Ibuki continues to press on, however… Susumu Yamazaki: “...Ibuki” I glared at him as I called his name, and he looked a little taken aback. Susumu Yamazaki: "Such foolish ghost stories should not be spread among the warriors." Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "What do you mean, not it’s not some stupid story I-" Perhaps mistaking it for an insult, Ibuki raised his voice a little. Susumu Yamazaki: "I'm telling you to refrain from making statements that could lead to misunderstandings." "The new members of the Roshigumi are all of different social standing and backgrounds." "What good would it do for us to spread rumors that could upset those members?" I don't mean to speak so overbearingly, but... I don't want him to pry any further into the details of the figure. Ibuki seems fed up with this… Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "...I get it. As long as it's not like some shady character sneaking in, I don't care." Susumu Yamazaki: "I'm sorry for speaking so rudely, but I..." Ibuki then raised one hand and ended the conversation. Then he just walked away to the entrance. It was getting late, so he probably wanted to go back to the Maekawa residence and rest. Susumu Yamazaki: "...Maybe I should have thought a bit more about my phrasing." As Ibuki's presence faded away, I couldn't help but say those words. But this is bad. I couldn't believe that a corps member had seen me. The number of corps members will likely increase in the future, so I'll have to be even more careful from now on. Thinking about this, I headed to the room assigned to the Watch. ~Next Scene~ After lighting the lantern... I removed the ceiling paneling. Then I took out a black kimono from a box hidden in the attic. When I put the kimono on, I felt an indescribable sense of elation. Susumu Yamazaki: "...When I put on this outfit, I feel more serious." I stretched my arms and legs slightly, then... I drew my sword from its sheath and took a stance. Nobody can know about this just yet... I'm sure the Vice-commander would understand. For now, I must train for the day when I will be on duty in this outfit. As I sheathed my sword as was lost in thought– I suddenly heard the sound of the sliding door opening behind me. I hastily turned around, and there was… Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "Hey, Yamazaki, about earlier..." Ibuki was about to speak but froze the moment he caught sight of me. His eyes widened in shock, and he opened his mouth to shout something. –No, I won’t let you! ~Picture~ The moment I thought that, I pinned Ibuki down and blocked his mouth. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "Ugh...! Let go...!" Ibuki struggles to escape from my arms, but... I skillfully fend him off and restrain his movements. Susumu Yamazaki: "I'm sorry, but I can't let you go. I don't want you to go around telling others what you saw." Ryuunosuke Ibuki: “...!?” Susumu Yamazaki: "I'll let you go if you promise not to reveal anything about what you just saw… So, how about it?" "I don't want to be rough with you since you’re a fellow member." Ibuki glared at me with a suspicious look in his eyes for a while. But then… Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "F-fine, I get it! I won't say a word to the others. Are you satisfied now?" I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally heard words of surrender. Susumu Yamazaki: "...I’ll keep you to your word." ~End Picture~ After telling him that, I released him. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "...So what’s up with that strange getup?" Susumu Yamazaki: "There's nothing strange about it. I look perfectly normal for a Watch member." Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "What?! What do you mean?! I thought you were dressing up for a festival or something!" Ibuki says in surprise. Susumu Yamazaki: "It’s absolutely nothing strange! Watch members hide in the darkness, working secretly for the Corps." "There couldn't be a more suitable outfit for us." I was being serious, but Ibuki sighed, looking unconvinced. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "You say that, you just want to play ninja, don't you?" Just before Ibuki finished speaking, I drew my sword and made a move. He looked shocked and his throat was trembling, but then… Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "Oi, watch it with that thing! Don't just pull out your sword out of nowhere!" Susumu Yamazaki: "Watch what you say. Don’t make any misconceptions." Ibuki muttered quietly to himself, "I don't think it's a misunderstanding..." Perhaps fearing that he would be faced with another sword threat if he said anything unnecessary, he didn't say anything more. However… Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "... Besides, if you're dressed like that as part of your duties as the Watch, there's no need to keep it a secret." Susumu Yamazaki: "Well, that’s..." I couldn't immediately think of how to respond. Of course, I was proud that I had nothing to be ashamed of about my actions. Susumu Yamazaki: "...Right now, the Roshigumi has just been formed, and everyone is busy." "It would be better to wait until the time is right to reveal the truth." Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "What do you mean, when the time is ripe..." Ibuki was so shocked he couldn't speak and his shoulders slumped. Susumu Yamazaki: "Ibuki, will you keep quiet about this?" Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "...Yeah, yeah, I will. I don't have any interest in telling other people secrets." "Well, good night then. Make sure you don't go out into the courtyard in the middle of the night or get seen by the other members." After saying that, Ibuki left the room. ...Does the fact that he took the trouble to come here means that he had something to ask of me? –Well, never mind. I'll ask him about it tomorrow. Eventually, I took another look at my appearance in my Azuma ninja outfit. Susumu Yamazaki: "It's a pity, but... I can't stay like this forever." There's no telling if someone might come to visit again, just like before. Susumu Yamazaki: "I won't be working in this outfit for now, though..." Still, I'm sure this outfit will come in handy someday. With this conviction in my heart, I began to get changed. ~END~

Here is the translation for the R18 version of Koezaru wa Akai Hana: Naran's Final Chapter Faraway Future. Translated Video Select: Options ⇀ Events ⇀ Naran⇀ BEST END遙かなる未来 Naala: “...Is this the last of our guests for today?” Even though I turn 25 this year, consciously I still feel like an inexperienced girl. Despite this, I don’t know why many men come to me for relationship advice. Naala: (But thanks to that, I feel like I’m getting a lot older…) Rumors spawn more rumors… and now my room has become a “mental health clinic”, as Naran calls it. However, in reality it’s a consultation center. Since I’m very tight-lipped, I think it’s a good place to come and complain, even if I do say so myself. These rumors have even reached the assembly, and just last year, I was singled out for “guiding ideology.” I’m just listening and giving what I think is a fair answer, but it was terrible reputational damage. Naala: (Well, I guess if there are any soldiers who actually change their minds, it would cause problems for the assembly.) Most of the people who come to me for relationship advice are young men and women who are relatively flexible in their thinking. They also have a passion for not letting old laws and pressures get in the way. So, even though I did not intend to induce them to think in our direction, if I told them the truth about the painful feelings of the women, many men sympathized with me and changed their minds. But the times are changing, whether I want it to or not. Even without my activities, people would have noticed sooner or later. Just what is the real enemy in these times? Even Shalu, who must have escaped safely, would have been happy to see Nasla’s current situation. Naala: (It would be nice if the assembly was as flexible as these young people. They never listen to anyone at all.) I recall the time when I was held captive on suspicion of being a political offender. The reason why I don’t feel bitter is that I remember everyone’s kindness at the same time. Naala: (What would have happened if everyone hadn’t protected me?) I was saved by King Touya, the Rus women, and most surprisingly of all, the military commanders. They said things like, “I took Madam Naala’s advice seven years ago, and thanks to that I was able to get married.” They used to be underlings, but now they’re all digging into the upper echelons, so the flow of time is terrifying. Seven years ago, I never would have imagined that a consultation center that started out of nowhere would hear fruit like this. As a result, so many powerful people sided with me that the assembly had to give up. Aside from the occasional assassin sent to kill me, things are pretty peaceful. Ah, well, I’m glad I learned how to wield a sword. Naala: “Mmm… Maybe I’ll have a drink until Naran comes home.” With so many visitors I’m a bit tired of talking. I stretch out and lean up against the window sill. Naala: “A full moon…” Every time that golden circle appears, I’m reminded of the oath from that night. Maybe the reason why my emotions haven’t faded at all is because it’s combined with the impressive sight of the full moon. It’s been seven years since Naran and I exchanged vows as comrades and became husband and wife. …It feels both long, and short, as the flow of time is mysterious. Naala: (I guess we’re going to grow old this way, keeping our feelings bottled up.) But I don’t feel sad about that. With the man I love by my side, we’re moving together towards a significant goal. It’s been a tumultuous few years, but recently I’ve come to think that this is a good life. Naala: (Though to be honest, it is pretty sad.) I guess I’ve become brazen enough to use the word “sad”. With the exception of my constant worry… Well, lately I’ve become a bit defiant. It may be selfish or shallow, but love is love and can’t be helped. Once I accepted my feelings, I felt strangely refreshed. Now I can be next to Naran with a sense of peace and calm, and people who have seen us have even called us a “mature couple”. Naala: (This is why people even regard me as the one wearing the pants, even though we’re about the same age.) “I’ll rejuvenate myself once here, as a woman.” Naran: “Ah, that’s no good. If you do that, then young foolish men, like I used to be, will come running to you.” Naala: “Ah! Welcome home, Naran. You’re back early today.” I was so happy that I ran over with a trot. Looking up at his slightly higher face, he gently patted me on the head. Naran: “I’m home. I'm back because today’s a special day.” Since then, as he had declared, Naran had steadily risen in the world through his bloody efforts. A year ago, when the country across the sea invaded again, he performed as well as the war god Suren, and impressed the people around him. Even excluding my personal bias towards him, I think he’s become as strong as anyone else, both mentally and physically. So mesmerized by the presence of my wonderful husband, I almost missed what he had said, so I hastily asked. Naala: “What’s so special about today?” Naran: “What do you think?” Naala: “Aw, don’t tease me.” As I said this, looking closer, I noticed that Naran had Suren’s keepsake wrapped around his head. He’d always hung it on the wall and treasured it like a painting, so I wonder what brought about this change of heart. Naran notices my gaze and smiles softly. Naran: “I just thought it was about time.” Naala: “Hmm, did you set some kind of deadline for yourself?” Naran: “Deadline… rather, it was more like a goal. If I make it this far, I should be able to carry his sentiments entrusted to me.” Naala: “This far?” Naran: “Yeah. I’ve been saving it for this day.” Seems like something really good happened to him today. As I was confused and tilted my head, Naran suddenly knelt down and took my hand. Naran: “...Today, I’ve been appointed as the military commander.” Naala: “R-really?! That’s great, Naran!” “Your performance last year was truly remarkable.” Naran: “Yeah. I think that’s probably a big part of it.” In the past, even Suren achieved military success by fighting off invaders. It’s quite a coincidence that he would be appointed to the highest position for the same reason. Naala: (No… it’s not a coincidence. It’s the result of Naran’s hard work.) “I’m sure Suren would be happy for you as well.” Naran: “So tonight… I can finally say it.” Naala: “? Say what…?” Naran: “...Naala. Please become my wife, for real.” Naala: “What…?” Naran: “Now, I can finally be with you forever. If we have a child, I’ll be given the right.” Naala: “! Wait, so… that’s why you haven’t touched me for seven years?” “Because if we had a child before you became an aristocrat, I’d have to marry someone else…?” Naran: “I thought I’d prepared myself, but enduring for seven years has been unimaginably unbearable.” Naala: “But, seven years ago you said you didn’t love me anymore…” Naran: “Yes, I said that what was in my heart wasn’t love. And what I’m talking about goes far beyond love.” “I truly love you. I have wanted all of you, but I have held myself back.” Naala: “...!” Naran: “If you don’t understand, I’ll say it again. Naala, I love you more than anything or anyone in the world.” “So I want you to take my hand, this time as my wife.” Naala: “...Your stubbornness is almost refreshing.” Naran: “Haha, once a man decides something, he should see it through to the end. …I learned that from my brother.” Naala: “I don’t think even Suren could match the strength of your convictions. Seven years… Seven years.” Too much time has passed to create a sweet atmosphere instantly after being told of his feelings. Suppressing my surging feeling of joy, I spoke in a slightly pouty manner. After all of the twists and turns, this much can be forgiven. Naala: “What would you have done if I chose a different man in the meantime?” Naran: “I thought I’d be fine with that if it made you happy.” “But, if you stayed by my side until I gained my rights… I was determined to propose to you at that time, fair and square.” Naala: “...I thought you didn’t see me as a woman.” Naran: “There’s no way, even hypothetically, I could ask someone I felt that way about to marry me. I’ve become this strong because I felt you’re the only one I wanted.” “...Naala. Will you give me a reward for being so patient?” He hugs your waist and puts a finger on your chin. When my face turned upward, his soft lips met mine. Naala: “Mm…” Unlike the roughness from seven years ago, it is filled with an enveloping gentleness. Just as my jaw relaxed from the comfort, his hot tongue parted my lips and entered. Naala: "F-fu… haa..." The undulating tip of his tongue traced the rows of my teeth and smoothed over the roof of my mouth. I was irritated by the slow movement, and the root of my tongue tingled. Naala: “Mm, ha… Naran…” Naran: "When you call me like that, I won’t be able to control myself..." Naran's tongue intertwines with my begging tongue. I was slowly savored from the base to the tip, and my breath gradually increased. Even though we've only kissed each other, my body felt hot. As I let out an excited sigh, saliva dripped from the gap between my lips. Naran licked up the dripping drops and stroked my mouth deeper and stronger. Naala: “Mm… ah…” Naran: “You’re so lovely, Naala.” As he turned his face towards me, his sweet voice made me almost faint. Naran's arms supporting me were reassuring, but I felt frustrated as it seemed like I was the only one catching up. Naala: "H-hmm… you somehow seem better than back then… Did you practice?" Naran: "I've held you countless times inside my head, but that’s all." Naala: “I-Is that so?” Naran: "Yeah. When we were eating together, or when we were talking next to each other… Whenever I saw your cute lips and tongue, I always wanted to eat you like this." "Did you know? You have a very elegant way of eating. That's why I can't really see inside, so when I do see it sometimes... I get so excited..." Naala: “You say some astonishing things..." Naran: "I guess so. All men react when the girl they like is around." "Just like this……" Suddenly, I felt something pressed against my lower waist, and I realized that there was something hard there. My cheeks suddenly became hot and I looked down, but then he pressed his lips against my ear. Naala: “Mm…” His damp tongue traces the hollows of each ear. A grating, obscene sound echoed right next to my skull. He licked my eardrum, making me tremble involuntarily. Naala: “Haa…” Naran: “…Come here." My weak body was led to the bed. As we lay down hugging each other, I could hear Naran's pounding heartbeat. Naala: (Ah…) It felt like proof of our mutual love and it made me happy. I hugged him tightly, and Naran returned it with the same strength. Naran: "Can I take it off...?" Naala: "Y-you don't have to ask." Naran: “Haha, sorry. I've never experienced anything like this, except for that one time in the bathroom. So I'm worried if I don't ask... What parts do you dislike, what parts feel good, etc..." He whispered as it trailed down my neck and unclasped my jacket. I felt like a fruit being peeled as each layer was carefully removed. I become embarrassed when Naran treats me like this. Naala: “Well, it looks like you got everything under control.” Naran: "That's not true. Look..." After taking off his clothes, Naran took my hand and placed it on his bare chest. I felt his heart beating violently behind his muscles, and my body relaxed a little. Naran: “Do you think I can stay calm even though my seven-year-long wish has finally come true?” Naala: "People who are truly panicked don't report it themselves... like me." Feeling a little frustrated that I was alone and shy, I reached out to touch Naran's underwear. As I stroked his cock through his cloth, he felt even harder. Naran: "N-no, hold on. I've decided that we'll have fun together tonight." Naran said in a gentle tone and took off all his clothes. And when he lay down on the bed underneath me… ~Picture~ Naran: "So now I have to make you feel good too..." Naala: “Huh? ….Ah!” Naran's lips touch between my opened legs. I tried to close them reflexively, but his hand gently stopped me. The thought of my private parts being exposed right in front of Naran made me feel so embarrassed that my face felt like it was on fire. Naran: “My wish has finally come true, so show me everything. Let me lick all your cute parts..." Naala: “Ah! Mmm…!” Naran: "Hmm...hey, which do you prefer, here or here...?" The tip of his tongue exposed the petals and licked my sensitive bud and its surroundings. When he asked me this while I was being caressed, even his breath became a stimulus and made the skin of my whole body stand out. Naala: "J-just... don't ask... Ah!" Naran: “Even when you were with my big brother, did you shake here like this...?” Naala: "H, ahh... why did you do that..." Naran: "...Because I'm jealous." His honest words resonate in my heart. Even though I think it's childish that I'm happy to be jealous, I just can't control my heart. I felt as if my senses were being squeezed by his love, and my lower abdomen convulsed in response. Naran: "You’re getting wet..." As if to mock me, he scoops up the honey with his fingertips, and blood rushes to my face. When I looked away in embarrassment, Naran's stuff appeared right in front of me. His penis was dark red and looked like it was about to burst. I gulped at the lewd sight and couldn't help but stare. Naran: "Naala, shall we feel good together...?" Naala: "Together…?" Naran's hips swayed, and I realized what he was trying to say. After I hesitated in embarrassment, I took the plunge and pressed my lips to his manhood. The moment I touched the tip, the hard, taut rod jumped. Naran: "Ah… it feels so good…” I was happy to hear how he felt. I wanted him to feel even better, so I took him in with my whole mouth. Naala: “Mm… ha… ngh…” However, I felt embarrassed in this position and I wasn’t very good at it. As if sensing this, Naran moaned. Naran: "It's okay. It's dark and you can't see, so there’s no need to be embarrassed." It's true that the night was now shrouded in darkness, but the moonlight was brighter than usual and the wax light was flickering. I was so worried that I couldn't move, but suddenly my bud was sucked strongly. Naala: “Hiya!? Ah! Naran: "Sorry, sorry, I can't see very well, so my bad." Naala: "I know you can see just fine… Ah!" After this was repeated several times, my cries of protest turned into cries of disapproval. As if being guided by Naran, who was leaning forward a little, I timidly took him into my mouth. Naala: “Mmm… ah… ha” Cleaning it with the inside of my cheek and working it up and down while sliding the mucous membrane. I licked away the bitter taste I occasionally felt and traced the protruding veins with the tip of my tongue. Naran: “I’m going to touch you inside…” Maybe it was on purpose or maybe he’s just being shy. But the fact that he kept asking for my approval made me feel even more embarrassed. I couldn't help but be conscious of the places he said he would touch. When Naran's finger parted my opening and slowly entered me, the honey that was inside me came spilling out. Naala: “Ah, hah…!” Naran: “It’s overflowing…” While rubbing the inside with his fingers, he sucks out the bud. Naala: “M-mm… mm!!” As I was chasing only my own pleasure, the thing in my mouth moved as if protesting. Even though I know I shouldn't, my mouth almost stops moving. Still, I managed not to let go and continued to move my jaw up and down. Naran: "Y-you're pretty good at it... so good... I just might..." Naala: "Hmm, hmm! Ah, too...hi…” The heat gradually built up in my lower back, and I couldn't stand it anymore. When I turned around with teary eyes, Naran, who had swallowed his saliva, spoke up in a desperate voice. Naran: "I'm almost at my limit... Come here..." I sat up and touched his outstretched arm. He took my hand and we laid down, hugging each other again. ~Picture~ Naran: "...Can I put it in?" Naala: “Geez, are you really gonna keep asking me?” I can't help but think it's pretty mean of him to come this far and still have to ask for permission. As I responded with a sulky voice filled with shame, his lips came down next to my ear... and a voice husky with lust blew into my mouth. Naran: "If I don't do this, I'm afraid I might mess up. I'm worried that I'll destroy you with all the feelings I've built up..." Naala: "...I don't mind making a mess, so please give yourself to me quickly. I've always wanted to become one with you as well..." Naran: "You’re horrible. I tried so hard to suppress it..." I thought the hard tip pushed my entrance wider, but in the next moment, I was pushed forward with my hips. My whole body went limp as I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time. Naala: "Ah!? Aaah...!" Naran: "I-I won't be able to hold back anymore..." The area, which Naran’s tongue and fingers had teased, easily swallowed his taut shaft. When I wrapped it all the way to the root, I was filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction. –I have finally become one with Naran, the person I longed for so much. Tears of joy roll down my temples. Naran: "! Sorry. I guess it must have hurt..." Naala: "N-no, that's not it… I was just so happy when I thought about finally becoming one with the person I love..." Naran: “!” Perhaps in response to my words, the heat inside me swelled even more. Feeling a man's desire for the first time in seven years feels just as strong, and it makes me feel a little uncomfortable. I shake gently as if to release my twitching cavity. Naran: "So tight..., haa, haa, are you, alright...?" Naala: "N-n-uh... I-I’m fine, so... move more... ah-n-more... let me feel you." Naran: "T-that's really cruel... If you provoke me like that, I might... lose control..." Naala: "I wasn’t trying to provoke you… hey!" I was thrust into the deep end, and my vision flickered for a moment. My cervix twitched from the excessive stimulation and stuck to the glans as if trying to swallow the heat. When a hard part is squeezed around it, it spits out honey as if its cavity has been broken. Naala: "Ah! Aah! Nah!" Burnt with desire, my hips sway on their own. My legs wrapped around Naran's waist as I unconsciously tightened my insides. I pulled him closer to me as if begging him to go deeper. Naran: "Ah... your insides are so tight... Does it feel good for you too...?" Naala: "Ah! Ah, yes... it feels good...! It feels incredible, Naran...!" Naran: "D-dammit...!" Suddenly, Naran stops moving. I was about to move out of frustration, but Naran's hand grabbed my waist and stopped me. Naala: "N-no, why...!" Naran: "Fu-, haa, haa, haa...sorry... it just feels so good that I almost came..." Still inside me, I felt him trembling and convulsing. Apparently, he held back from climaxing. However, despite stopping halfway, it did not wither, rather it seemed to grow as if to show dissatisfaction. Naala: "Geez… y-you could have let it all out..." Naran: “But that would’ve been a waste… I just want to enjoy this a little longer…” I was rocked gently again. Because the movement had slowed down, the lewd wet sounds could be heard even louder. Naran: "Haa, our fluids are getting mixed together... it's all messy..." As if to prove his words, my insides were kneaded and torn. Every time Naran moved, a mixture of nectar and semen spilled out of the opening of my cavity, making lewd, squishing noises. Naala: "Ah, ah, mm… my insides… are completely filled with you." Naran: "Y-you dummy… please don't say such cute things… if you keep this up ...haa… I won’t be able to hold...!" "If you tighten it this much... I can’t.." When he said that, I became conscious of the opposite, and my insides wriggled as if they were being constricted. Immediately, his heat swells. His shaft stretched to its limits, rubbed my vagina roughly, making my hairs stand on its end, and it feels incredibly good. Naala: "Ah, ah...! Naran... Naran!" I was so in love with the way it was spasming as if it might burst that I held on tight, tensing my lower abdomen. As the pressure inside her became even stronger, Nalan bucked his hips against hers, letting out a lustful moan. Naran: "Uh... Naala... I love you, Naala...!" Naala: "Hi! Anh, ah...!" Naran: "Fuck, ah... I’m... cumming...!" As he dug deeply, a sharp light flickered in the back of my mind. My inner thighs twitched as I felt myself being pushed to orgasm, and at the same time, Naran's body released its desire. The depths of her stomach rippled with pleasure, and I moved, trying to swallow more semen deeper. Naran: "Haa... haa, haa, haaaa..." "...Amazing, so much came out. If this keeps up, I think we might have a child soon..." He whispered while still inside me, making my insides tremble again. Naran sighed in satisfaction and rocked his hips a few times. Naala: “Ah, haa… no, d-don’t… I-I just came.” Naran: "I know… you’ve been convulsing a lot..." Naala: "N-n... Stop teasing me." Naran: “Well, I’m just so happy… It’s like I’m still dreaming, doing this with you…” Naala: "Hehe... did you feel so good that you thought it was a dream?" Naran: "Yeah… I can probably do it three more times tonight." Naala: "What!? Three times!?" No matter how excited I am that we are finally together, I can't do it three more times. It's been a long time since I've done this, so I've used up all my mental strength. As I questioned him with my eyes, Naran whispered to me with a big smile on his face. Naran: "Well, you know, we're still young." Naala: “T-that’s not a reason… ah!?” While I was still protesting, the thing inside grew larger again, causing my words to jump around. Even though he had just finished, it felt like he was getting harder than before. Naala: "D-don’t tell me... are you serious?" Naran: "Yeah.....I'm super serious." Naala: “Nnn… mmm… wait!” Naran:“...Not happening, I’ve been waiting for seven years, so I can’t wait any longer.” “So… desire me, Naala. Say you love me.” Naala: “...Geez.” We intertwined our fingers to melt the rising heat. I feel like I can't breathe as my feelings grow. Naran: "Please…" I would probably have told him even if he had not asked for it. Naala: “...I love you, Nalan.” Feeling the heat seeping into my body, I picture the future in my head. Naran and I will have a child that will carry on our will, and that child will also weave love, and become someone’s hope… that kind of future. …And this is a love that will undoubtedly continue on to children across time, just like the great river that flows through our continent. ~END~

Here is the translation for the R18 version of Koezaru wa Akai Hana: Naran's scene Melting Words 2. Translated Video Select: Options ⇀ Events ⇀ Naran ⇀ 落ける言葉2 Finally the morning came, after a mostly sleepless night. I squint my puffy eyes in the dazzling morning sun. Naala: (No one likes being compared to someone else…) Regret has been swirling around in my head since last night. The more I tried to sleep, the more I saw Naran’s sad face, keeping me awake. Naala: (I have to apologize to Naran…) But apologies need reason and explanations. And then I’d have to explain the emotions contained in those words. For Naran, My feelings must be nothing more than a burden… Naala: (Even so, I still have to apologize to him…) I was completely unprepared, but I stepped out with renewed determination. ~Next Scene~ Naala: (He’s usually training in the garden around this time…) Naran trains his sword skills early in the morning every day before going to the military. Taking a guess and peeking out there, as expected, I found him out there swinging his sword. I follow the beads of sweat running over his supple muscles with my eyes and fall in love with him for a brief moment. Naala: (...! Ah, now is not the time for this…) I scold myself and walk up to him. Nalan turned around when he noticed my footsteps and I almost stopped breathing as soon as our eyes met. Trying to look calm, I consciously relax my tense facial muscles. Naala: “Good morning, Naran.” Naran: “Good morning.” Apparently he’s not angry anymore. Seeing his soft smile, I was about to apologize, when… Naran: “Ah… I’m sorry about yesterday. Leaving so suddenly and all.” Naala: “Ah, no, I’m the one…” He turned the tables on me with his apology, causing the words I was about to say to get stuck in my throat. With his words having murdered my momentum, and as I tried to speak up, he turned around as if busy. Naran: “Sorry, I’ve got an early start this morning. I’m probably going to finish late tonight, so you should go on to sleep.” The topic was blatantly dropped and I was stunned to see Naran’s back as he ran off. It’s as if he doesn’t want me to touch him. Naala: (Do you not even want to talk to me anymore…?) Once again, regret weighs heavy on my head and heart. Ah… I could just fall to the ground and cry. Naala: (This is not the time to be wishy-washy.) Even if it's a sham, we are a married couple, so we can’t be so awkward around each other. I slapped my cheek with my palm to rouse my body and soul, which was about to sink into the ground. ~Next scene~ Naala: “Naran, you idiot” We didn’t talk to each other for such a long time that, instead of an apology, a curse came out of my mouth. Even days later, Naran was still quite busy. When I tried to chase him down and talk to him, he ran away from me for a variety of reasons. Naala: (It’s true that he is busy, but…) (You could at least let me give you my excuse…) I don’t know what to do, and the time just goes on and on. Having dinner alone feels so bland that I start to eat less and less. Naala: “But I can’t just leave it…” Considering my physical condition, I couldn’t leave it behind, so I ate it to wash it down with the wine that was on the table. As I kept repeating this, my vision gradually became blurry…. Naala: (Despite my confidence in my drinking capacity…) Maybe it’s because I didn’t get enough sleep, and drank without eating much. My vision wavered, and my hand shook as I held the cup. Naala: (...Tonight, I wouldn’t mind too much if I drank…) While I hesitate to indulge myself in alcohol, there’s also a part of me that thinks that escaping to alcohol once in a while isn’t so bad. After finishing my meal, I continued to gulp down a cup of wine one after another. Naala: “It’s like I’m lovesick…” I was in fact suffering from distorted emotions. What unites us as a couple for the sake of our dreams is not romantic love, but a sense of duty. At least, that’s how Naran feels about me. Perhaps the most important thing for Naran now is to live a life that’s worthy of his brother. So hugs but… no kisses. And yet I have fallen in love with my husband. Naala: “How fruitless…” I’m stuck on the concept. Putting it into words made me feel worse, so I emptied the contents of my cup. Naala: (Uhh… the world is spinning…) I shook my head to wake myself up, which made me feel even more woozy. Unable to endure it, I plopped down on the desk and felt nauseous. Naala: (This is really bad. …I should cool my head…) I stumbled when I got up to open the window to sober myself up. As soon as I put my hand on the desk it tilted awkwardly, unable to bear the one-sided load. Before I knew it, I was tumbling with the plate and liquor on top of the desk. Naran: “Naala?!” Immediately after the loud noise, the door opened and Naran jumped in. He always calls my name before entering the room, but tonight he seemed to be more flustered than usual. Naran: “This is…” Blindside by the disaster on the floor, he wondered just what was going on. When his eyes met mine as I sat up, his eyebrows lowered in a puzzled manner. Naala: “Ah, Naran, come in.” Naran: “Are you… quite drunk?” Naala: “Ahh, should I not be?” Naran: “I didn’t say that, but…” Naala: “Hehe, sorry ‘bout that. I put my hand down, and then I fell down…” As I staggered, trying to clean up the broken plate, Naran rushed over to me. Naran: “It’s fine, I got it.” Naala: “I can do it myself.” Naran: “No, you’re just going to injure yourself picking up shards in your current condition. I’ll clean up, so you sit down.” Naala: “...I’m sorry.” Naran: “I’d much rather hear “thank you” here.” Naran’s hands wrapped around my shoulders as he picked me up. With dazed steps, I stood up and was led to a nearby chair, where I collapsed into a sitting position. Naran: “Could you have a seat and wait a bit?” Naala: “Mmm…” I nodded, and the tip of my nose came into contact with his black hair. Naran is just that close. He’s peering at me out of concern. Naala: (Naran won’t run away from me…) I was both so happy and so sad that I found tears forming in my eyes. With my moist eyes, I stare into his brown eyes, as if pleading. Naala: “I’m sorry about the other day… It’s not what you think.” Naran: “...” Naala: “I want you to know that at least. I hate not being able to talk to you.” Naran: “...I’m sorry too. I really have been busy, but I guess I made you feel lonely.” A kiss fell on my fingertips and I felt my body temperature rise with the heat. Softly touching the inside of his lips, I feel numb all over, as if the alcohol has made my senses go haywire. Naran: “Be a good girl.” Naala: “Hmm, you’re treating me like a kid.” Naran: “Drunks are the same as children.” Laughing as he spoke, Naran went back to cleaning up the broken plate. I look vaguely at Naran’s back, listening to the sound of debris being cleared away. Naala: (Being such a bother to Naran… What am I doing?) Beginning to feel apologetic for sitting still, I found that I could no longer sit still. Driven by the feeling that I have to clean up after myself, I get up with vigor. Naala: “I really should…” The words “clean up” didn’t come out. My head was heavier than I thought, and I couldn’t hang in there. Naran: “...Naala!!” “Why did you get up, all of a sudden…? Do you feel sick?” Naala: “Now, I just… I’m not drunk. That’s why I can take care of myself.” Naran: “Ah… Yeah, all drunks say that.” Naala: “I’m not drunk…” Naran: “Yeah yeah. But I’m glad you didn’t get hurt. My wife unexpectedly can’t hold her liquor.” Naala: “...No way! I don’t have a drinking problem…!” Naran: “Haha, okay, okay.” He laughed at me. I cry, feeling ashamed at the thought that Naran might have been taken aback by my disgraceful behavior. Naala: (No… If I’m drunk and crying, I’ll be even more annoying…) My own hand, which I move, feels fuzzy, as if it’s swollen up. So when I rubbed my wet eyes, my face was kind of sticky… Naala: “? I wonder what this is…” Naran: “Ah, that’s the alcohol from when you first fell.” Touching it again, my body felt wet all over. If this is all alcohol, then yeah, it must be quite a lot. Naala: “Sticky…” I feel like the alcohol smell coming off my clothes is going to get me even more drunk. I can’t stand being so unsightly like this. Thinking with my sluggish head, I felt the urgency to get undressed as soon as possible. Naran: “Wa… wait, wait! You can’t get undressed here.” I was about to take off my upper garment when he grabbed my wrist vigorously. I think in a wobbly, hazy, spinning world. Why is Naran so impatient here…? Naala: “? Why?” Naran: “Because…” “Ah, well… I mean, you can’t. If you want to take your clothes off, let me go out into the corridor…” Naala: “!” And then he’ll leave me again. Do I have to spend another night shivering with loneliness? Naala: “No! You can’t go!” Naran: “...!” Clinging to him reflexively, I buried my face in Naran’s chest. I didn’t want to bother him, but the power of alcohol has made me quite selfish. Naala: “Don’t go…” Naran: “...” Naala: (Ah, Naran’s scent, it’s been so long…) As I rubbed my cheeks against the comfort, I felt my sticky clothes heavy on me again. Come to think of it, I’m still drenched in alcohol. Naala: “Disgusting…” Naran: “?! Wait a minute!” He muttered against my sticky body, but Naran seemed to think that I was going to throw up. He looked cute and funny, so flustered, so I held onto him even tighter. Naala: “Hehe…” I don’t want to bother him. Then again, I do. I have to let go of him. Then again, I don’t want to. Conflicting feelings go round and round in a distorted world. Naran: “Could you let me go for a minute? If you’re not feeling well, I’ll go get some water…” Naala: “No.” I let out a deep breath as I hugged him tightly. I was preparing myself for Naran to toss me aside in disgust, but instead, I felt his hand caressing my back. Naran: “Okay. I’ll go with you, so let’s go to the bathroom. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t change clothes.” He holds me up before I can react to his words. My swaying vision only seemed to accelerate my intoxication even more, so I closed my eyes tightly. Naran: “Don’t worry, I won’t drop you. Well, you might not find me to be as dependable as my brother was…” Before I can say that’s not the case, my body sways, and I reflexively close my mouth. ~Next Scene~ Naran: “Whew, we’re here.” I’m gently lowered into the washroom and lift my heavy eyelids. I tried to stand up on my own, but I couldn’t get any strength in my legs at all. Naran: “Are you okay?” Naala: “Ugh…” It seems that I’m not alright. I feel more drunk than when I was in the room, perhaps because of all the shaking when he carried me. Looking through my hazy view, I managed to figure out that this was the bathroom. Naala: (Why am I in the bathtub…?) (Oh yeah, in order to change clothes and wash my sticky body…) (So, I gotta get undressed…) As I go to remove my clothes, I hear a panicked voice next to me. Naran: “I’ll be waiting outside. Call me if you need anything.” Naala: (He’s… leaving…?) Instantly, I felt a fierce loneliness and I clung to his legs as he tried to leave. I shook my head in defiance, like a small child, and the world turned even more. Naala: “No.” Naran: “B… But…” Naala: “...No.” I glared at him with my eyes. Naran opened and closed his mouth several times in annoyance, then let out a long sigh. Nara: “Haah… okay fine, you win.” “I’ll turn around, so once you’ve washed up and changed clothes, let me know.” It’s too much trouble to even open my mouth anymore, so I bend my neck forward to convey my consent. Naala: “Umm…” Steam rises, and I can’t tell the front from the back. I feel like even the world has turned upside-down. Naala: (For now, I need to take a hot bath…) I splash the hot water from the bathtub on my face. My thoughts get clearer, perhaps because of the heat, or because of the steam. Next, I filled the tub with hot water, but it felt heavier than usual and I dropped it. My chest hurts. I was out of breath. When I was dazed for a while, I heard a worried voice from behind me. Naran: “Naala?” Naala: “Mmm…? Ah, come to think of it…” Naran: “I can’t imagine that you’d forgotten that I’m still here, right?” Naala: “Hehe, I just remembered.” Naran: “Really, what a terrible wife. Here I am…” The last part was too quiet to hear. His sulking voice seemed lovely, and I hugged him curled up back. Naala: “Hehe, are you sulking, Naran?” Naran: “...?! Are… are you naked right now?!” Naala: “Ah, oh, yeah.” Naran: “Oh yeah?!” Feeling Naran’s warmth made me feel better, as if my body was floating in a fluffy cloud. I close my eyes, entranced by the happiness of being surrounded by the smell of the one I love. Naala: “Mmm…” Naran: “! Are you sleeping?” Naala: “I am not… am not…” I want to be surrounded by Naran’s smell and touch forever. I closed my eyes in a happy mood, and a sudden feeling of drowsiness came over me. Naran: "Ha, I guess it can’t be helped… I'll help you wash up, but if you don't like it, let me know." Naala: “There’s no way I’d hate it…” Naran: “...” "Okay... then, let's get started." He touched me with a sense of trepidation. Perhaps he was nervous, but his hands on my shoulders didn't move for a while. Naran: “...” Naala: “Naran?” Naran: “Ah, carefully, carefully…” Just when I thought I heard him recite some sort of spell, a bold movement suddenly caressed my skin, catching me off guard. As my chest was panting at the mercy of his strong yet gentle movements, his hand moved into my armpit. My skin trembles at the feel of his fingertips running down my sides. Naala: “Mmm…” Naran: "Oh, sorry. I'm trying not to look at you too much, so I guess I touched somewhere strange." Naala: "No, it’s... It felt good..." Naran: “......” Naran's hand felt bigger than I had realized when I had my eyes closed. Naala: "Your hands… are so big. Like a man's..." Naran: "That's because they are." Naala: “Oh, yeah. I know. I realized it some time ago.'' Naran: "…Is that so.” Naala: “Yeah.” Even though I had an answer, I didn't think deeply about the content. As I was laughing and feeling happy, Naran’s soap-covered hands slid down my back. His scrubbing was a little too hard, and a strange sensation arose. Naala: “...Ah… mm…” Naran: “…I finished washing your back.” Naala: "Thank you…" Naran: “Well, I want to wash the front too… is that okay?” Naala: “Yes…” He gently pulled me towards him and I rested my weight on Naran's chest. Naala: (It feels like Naran is hugging me) (...Mm?) As I closed my eyes in comfort, I felt a hard presence against my back. Naala: (This is…) I tried to think of what it could possibly be. When I realized its true identity, I felt my lower abdomen tightened. –A man's desire that has entered my body many times. The part of me that felt this twitched. Naala: (I wonder if it’s because of me that it became like this) I'd be happy if that's the case. When I reached out my hand on the impulse of pleasure, my shoulder was grabbed painfully and he pulled me away from my body. Naran: “Wha-what are you doing?” Naala: "What… I’m touching you?" Naran: "That's...umm, that's not good..." Naran rejected me. If your mind can't think of much, that fact alone will make you feel bad. As I looked down in sadness, a panicked voice followed. Naran: “Ah, you see, men have a lot of trouble..." Naala: "Is it really that big of a deal? I thought Naran was excited too, so I was happy..." Naran: “Does that mean… that you are excited too...?" The world is still spinning round and round. Maybe I'm in a dream. A happy dream to be honest. When I thought about that, it became easier to speak up. Naala: "Yeah. When I thought that you, the person I love, was excited because of me, I got even more excited..." “But it seems I was mistaken.” Naran: "...You’re not. All I can think about right now is you." Naala: “Really?” Naran: “Yeah…” Naala: "I'm so happy... Please Naran, look at me more, touch me more..." I want to touch Naran. I want to kiss him. Driven by my desire, I search for his lips with misty eyes. Naala: "Hehe, I found it..." I run my palm over his face and confirm what I'm looking for. When I felt the soft touch on my fingertips, I felt myself take a breath. I approached him as if being drawn in by him, just before touching his lips– Naran: "Ah, we shouldn’t..." When he looked away, my elated mood sank. Naala: “Naran… do you hate me? Naran: "...Because you're my big brother's precious person. Right now, I don't have the right to touch you yet." Narang still sees me as his brother's wife. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes as I was reminded once again. Naala: "I knew it, I guess you only married me out of a sense of duty..." Naran: "That's not true!" His sudden booming voice made me flinch. Naran pressed his forehead against my shoulder, and after a pause, he let out a groan. Naran: "B-but... it's no good. If we did it now, I... I don't know what I might do…” Naala: “What you might do? Naran: "Well…" Naala: “So, it’s fine as long as I don’t touch your lips…?” I touched his bare arm, and this time he didn't refuse. It makes me happy and I continue to enjoy the feel of it on his skin. Naala: “You’ve gotten wet too...” My palm, wet with hot water, moistens Naran's dry skin. Naran: “You shouldn’t, Naala...” Naala: “Naran, you keep telling me to stop.” "But I want to touch you..." Naran: “...” His silence was a sign of approval. And I gratefully accept it. But when I put my palm on his chest, he pushed me back, albeit modestly. He keeps turning me down and it's frustrating. Naala: “Hmpf…” I don't know what I should do to touch Naran's bare skin more. As I was observing him casually, I noticed what I had felt in my buttocks earlier - the ecstasy that had increased in mass and was pushing up against the fabric. Naala: (Looks painful...) Naran: “!? Hold on...! ” Without much thought, I reach for it on impulse. When I pulled down Naran's underwear, his penis jumped out with force. Naala: "So big..." Naran: “Ngh” When I stared at it, the tip bounced as if it could no longer bear my gaze. Naran: “Please wait...!" Naala: “Not happening.” ~Picture~ As I placed my hand on it, I could faintly hear him swallowing his saliva above me. The sound encouraged me and I put my lips to his tip. I kissed him, first lightly, then with more vigor. Naran: "Naala... don’t..." The voice that leaked out was weaker than when he first refused me. Gaining momentum, I included the tip again and this time I pushed my tongue against it. As I continued to mindlessly lick it, a bitter taste spread on my tongue. Naala: “Mm… ha…” As I searched for the source, I found a spot where it was oozing out. I licked it off and inserted the tip of my tongue into the pour. Naran: "Aka...! Haa... ugh!" I didn't feel any resistance anymore. I felt my body temperature rise as I thought that Naran had completely accepted this act. I'm so happy that I move my tongue like crazy. Naran: “Ha… Naala.” Naala: "...Say my name more." I like it when Naran calls me by name. Perhaps because he used to be called his sister-in-law, when he calls me by my name, I could strongly feel the change in our relationship. Naala: "Please, keep calling my name..." Naran: “Naala…” ~End Picture~ As he called my name, he picked me up and hugged me tightly. As I approached him in a dream-like state, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Naala: “Naran…” I love Naran. I don’t care what others say. Surrounded by that scent, I was intoxicated with supreme happiness. Naala: “I want to feel you more.” I wanted to feel Naran's bare skin, so I put my hand under his clothes and touched him. Then in turn I took his jacket from him. He held me close again, and our bare skin rubbed against each other. Naran: “Naala…” Naala: "Naran's skin feels good. Does it feel good for you too...?" Naran: “Yeah… it feels really good.” Naala: “Thank goodness…” I was so happy that I pressed my body against him, and the thing between us became even more assertive. Naala: (Now that I think about it, I had stopped halfway through.) His cock was erect as if begging for it to be released as soon as possible. So I bent over and took it into my palm again. ~Picture~ Naala: “Mm…” Wrap your lips and tongue around it, being careful not to stick your teeth out. When I gently moved it up and down, a deep, long sigh escaped from Naran's mouth. Naran: "H-haa...ku...haa, haa..." Naran's heavy breathing and the sound of wet sucking and slurping noises echo through the bathroom. Hearing, taste, touch... I felt desire in all of them, and my body gradually started to heat up. Naala: “M-mm… ha” I felt a pain between my upper legs and started to twist my legs together. As they moved, my secret parts rubbed together and slipped smoothly, creating new stimulation. It's so wet that I could tell without even touching it. Naran slipped his hand onto my buttocks, which were swaying lewdly, and let out a small groan. Naran: "It's not fair if I’m the only one feeling good..." ~End Picture~ Naala: “?...Kyaa!?” Naran picked me up and my body was floating through the air and then laid down on the floor. Before I could struggle, my lower limbs were split apart, and my private parts, exposed to the air, twitched. Naran's throat rumbles, and his admiring voice leaks out. Naran: “…Beautiful” Naala: “Ah” With words of praise, I fall into the illusion that my deepest secrets have been revealed. As I endured his gaze, Naran's hard shaft was pressed against my trembling bud. Naran: "...Tell me if it hurts." Naala: “Uh? Ah…!” ~Picture~ My engorged labia wrapped around Naran's. When we moved in close contact with each other without any gaps, our sensitive areas were squeezed and rubbed, creating unbearable stimulation. Naran: "When I am doing this, it feels like I am inside you..." Naala: "Nn-ku... ah...!" As he said, I feel like my insides are being rubbed even though he’s not even inside me. As Naran's movements became faster, my pleasure deepened, and the back of my eyes flickered. The sound of honey being kneaded and kneading licks me from the depths of my ears. Naala: “Ah, mm, aaah…!” Naran: "Aaah... it's like a dream. To see you so disheveled in my arms..." Naala: "Nah… no, I… I’m becoming weird...!" Naran: "It's okay... g-get even weirder... I've always wanted to hear that voice..." "Ever since I heard your voice in your big brother's arms… I can't remember how many times I've imagined it..." "How many times have I tainted you in my head?" Naala: "Hi, ah, hi... hmmm, ah...!" The constant stimulation makes the surrounding scenery and even the view in front of me blurry. Wanting to confirm its existence, I put pressure on my thighs, and the thing I felt against my bud twitched as if it would burst. Naran: "Huh! H-ha… hmm… sorry, but… I’m about to..." Naala: "Ah!? Ah, nah...!" My bud was rubbed with something that was stretched to the limit as if it was about to burst. As an extremely strong pleasure ran down my spine, honey overflowed from the depths of my cavity. Naala: "Yay... ah, aaaaaaaa!!!" Naran: “...!” My head goes blank and I can't help but feel refreshed. I was sweating so much that I thought all the sweat glands in my body were open, and my strong inner thighs were twitching. Naran: “Ha… ha, ha, ha…” Hot droplets sprinkled on the lower abdomen. I guided my fingers through it and smiled in relief. It makes me happy to feel that what was poured into me expressed his feelings for me. Naran: “Naala…” Naala: (Naran... I love you...) That's what I thought, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud. I was too exhausted to open my mouth or move my eyelids. ~End Picture~ Naran: "Eh... Naala? Naala!?" I could hear Naran's panicked voice, but I couldn't open my eyes as I felt my consciousness fading. His voice calling me became a lullaby, and I fell into a deep sleep … ~Next Scene~ I wake up to the brightness of the morning sun. I couldn't stay asleep and when I got up, my head was throbbing. Naala: “Hm…?” I feel really unwell this morning. Thinking this, I press my temple and stand up. Naala: “...Huh?” As I was getting ready for the day, I noticed something strange. I had no recollection of putting on this nightgown myself. Naala: "How did…?" I tilted my head and slowly pulled together the threads of my memory… I vividly remembered yesterday's obscene behavior. Last night, I was in the bathroom with Naran… Naala: “~~~!” (What should I do? How on earth am I going to face him...) "Okay, okay, let's calm down. First, let's eat breakfast together… and then..." I'm spinning around the room like I've been chased by a dog. After a few laps, I stepped on the ground and screamed. Naala: "Oh my gosh! I'm such an idiot! Why am I like this..." The power of alcohol is terrifying. This is exactly what it means to drink but not be drunk. Naala: “Naran must obviously have been shocked...” Little did I know that in the morning my worries would be in vain. ~END~

A story from before the events of Kyoto Winds. The 'Baka Trio' is back at it again! Shinpachi got the guys freaked out with his unusually motivated attitude, leading them to have quite an unpredictable day. Translated Video The Roshigumi's morning always begins with rigorous training. Shinpachi Nagakura: "Come on everyone, hurry up and wake up! Wash your faces and head to Mibu Temple for practice!" I went around pulling the covers off of every single one of the sleeping worriers and waking them up. Heisuke Toudou: "Geez, what gives? Getting all worked up so early in the morning..." After having his futon torn away from him, Heisuke glared at me with resentful eyes. Shinpachi Nagakura: "Of course I’d be excited. We have set an example for the new recruits." "I'll be waiting at Mibu Temple! Once you're ready, get your ass over there!" ~Next Scene~ After talking to the warriors at the base, I hurried ahead to Mibu Temple. And then… I immediately began practicing swordsmanship with the assembled warriors. Shinpachi Nagakura: "Come on, come at me with all you got!" The new recruits still have a long way to go when it comes to swordsmanship. But we need them ready to get used to real combat as soon as possible. It's gonna be a challenge! Shinpachi Nagakura: "All right, morning practice is over! Now go wash off your sweat, it's time for breakfast! Dismissed!" After training, the warriors returned to Yagi residence together... Leaving only Heisuke, Sano, and me behind. Shinpachi Nagakura: “Heisuke, Sano, what’s wrong? If you don’t get back quickly, the food will get cold.” Even though I urged them on, they didn’t budge. Heisuke Toudou: "...Hey Shinpachi, did you eat something funky recently?" Shinpachi Nagakura: "Whaddya talking about? How rude, this is how I always acted." Sanosuke Harada: "You liar. I have never seen you be this motivated when it comes to work. You only get this motivated when you’re messing around." As expected, Sano has a pretty good intuition. Probably because we’ve been friends for so long. Shinpachi Nagakura: "Oh well, I guess I'll explain it to you later." "Anyway, let's hurry back. It's time for food!" Dragging the two of them along, as they were giving me a suspicious look, we returned to the Yagi residence. ~Next Scene~ The taste of the food itself is the same as usual, but... Maybe it's because I'm in such a good mood today, but the food tastes even better than usual. Shinpachi Nagakura: "Man, what a meal. Now then, it’s time to clean up. I'll clean up your guys’ trays as well." When I tried to carry out the trays we had used for breakfast… Sanosuke Harada: “…You can clean up later, so just explain. What got you acting so enthusiastic today?” Shinpachi Nagakura: "That again? I'll explain it later..." Heisuke Toudou: "Tell us now! The way you’ve been so enthusiastic today is disturbing!" Disturbing, huh… that's a pretty harsh way of putting it. It would be one thing if I had no motivation, but I don't get why they’re complaining about me being motivated. I was secretly pretty annoyed by how rude they were about it... Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "...Can't you at least explain what’s going on?" "You were grinning the whole time during breakfast… it was pretty creepy." Even Ryunosuke started chiming in. They're all just so rude. Shinpachi Nagakura: "Really? You don't know? If you remember what happened the other day, I’m sure you’ll get it right away." Then everyone looked at each other and tilted their heads in confusion. Shinpachi Nagakura: "It’s finally here! Our long-awaited paycheck has finally come!" Everyone slapped their knees in understanding. Sanosuke Harada: "Oh, that's right. I see, so you're pretty excited about your first paycheck, huh." Sano, that guy... He looked at me as if I were a kid getting excited about his first pocket money. Of course, I'm happy to get my paycheck, and it's not like I don't feel excited at all... But that's not the only reason I'm happy. I took out a book from the luggage in the corner of the room and showed it to everyone. ~Picture~ Shinpachi Nagakura: "Of course, I’ve another reason to be excited! Check this out!" Everyone's eyes widened when they saw the book I presented to them. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "What's that? The handwriting is so messy... Were you the one who wrote this, Nagakura?" I answered Ryunosuke's question with pride. Shinpachi Nagakura: "That's right! I call it the 'Shinpachi Nagakura Secret Kyoto Travel Guide'!" Heisuke Toudou: "Is this guidebook one that has information about famous temples and shrines? You're surprisingly diligent, Shin." Heisuke doesn't seem all that interested when he says that... I don't want them to lump me in with some random tourist. Shinpachi Nagakura: "You idiot, we're not monks, so nothing is interesting about looking at something like that." "It’s a list of good shops, delicious restaurants, and liquor stores in Shimabara." I gathered this information on my day off by asking around various shops and locals, so there's no way I could be wrong. The recommendations of the locals are the most reliable after all. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "...Your passion is on a completely different level than when you're at work. Where does that enthusiasm come from?" This guy... He makes it sound as if I don't take my job seriously. I'm also taking my duties seriously. Mainly practicing swordsmanship,  practicing more swordsmanship, and so on. But that's not all... Shinpachi Nagakura: "This is also part of our duties! We have to take the new recruits out on our days off and give them a treat." When I said that with emphasis, Sano nodded, although he did not seem completely convinced. Sanosuke Harada: "...Well, it's certainly necessary to reward new recruits." Shinpachi Nagakura: "Right? As expected of you Sano, you get it." I carefully tucked the travel guidebook I had painstakingly created into my breast pocket. ~End Picture~ Shinpachi Nagakura: "So, why don't you guys tag along with me? I won't let you lose out." They both seemed unsure of what to do... Heisuke Toudou: "Well, whatever! Before I got my salary, I couldn't even eat outside." Sanosuke Harada: "I don't have anything to do today, so I'll join you." That's how it should be. As expected of Sano and Heisuke, I knew they’d go along with it. Shinpachi Nagakura: "Yeah, come on! You’re coming too, right Ryuunosuke?" Ryuunosuke's eyes widened as if he never expected to be invited. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "I can join you guys?" Shinpachi Nagakura: "Of course! I'll be heading out soon, so get ready." Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "Oh, wait a minute. I'll get it ready right away." After saying that, Ryunosuke hurried to the Maekawa residence. ~Next Scene~ And so, with my handmade travel guide in hand, we set out to sightsee in Kyoto… Shinpachi Nagakura: "Huh?! The store's already gone out of business?" "Of course not! I was so excited to finally be able to come!" However the result was a complete disappointment, and I collapsed. Sanosuke Harada: "...Well, I've heard it's hard to stay in the customer service business." Sano says it with a smug look on his face, but… Shinpachi Nagakura: "Even if you say that, I can't accept it!" I guess it can't be helped if the restaurant had gone out of business like this one is now.... However, the other restaurants we visited today either didn't live up to their reputation, or the staff were rude. What's worse, some restaurants didn't even let us in because they didn't accept first-time customers. What was supposed to be a fun sightseeing trip through Kyoto, ended up being a disastrous experience. It wasn't supposed to be like this...! On our way home, as I was filled with despair, Ryunosuke spoke up as he looked up at the evening sky. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "...You’re sure the places we visited today were chosen by asking the locals, right?" "So why did we always end up at these empty stores?" Heisuke Toudou: "Probably ‘cause the locals dislike Shinpachi." I'm sure Heisuke was just joking, but... In the current situation, I can't just let it go. Shinpachi Nagakura: "That can't be true! I haven't done anything to deserve your dislike!" Heisuke Toudou: "Then why did all the stores we went to suck?" Shinpachi Nagakura: "How the hell would I know? Ask the people who told me!" Sanosuke Harada: "Keep it down you guys. Don’t worry Shinpachi, you're the most popular person in Kyoto." Sano talks like he's scolding a couple of spoiled brats. What the hell is happening today? This isn't just a bad day. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "So, what are we going to do after this? Are we going back to the barracks?" Shinpachi Nagakura: "No, that's–" Just as I was starting to get worked up again... Sanosuke Harada: "Let's go to another restaurant to wash it down. One of the warriors who is from around here told me about a great restaurant." Everyone was excited by Sano's sudden proposal. Heisuke Toudou: "As expected of Sano! We can always rely on you!" Sanosuke Harada: "Hey Shinpachi, you’ll be coming too, right?" Well, I have no reason to refuse... Still, I can't accept this result. Because this means I have absolutely nothing good to offer. Ryuunosuke Ibuki: "Nagakura? What's up? Are you not coming?" Shinpachi Nagakura: "I-I'm coming! Of course I'm coming too!" Sanosuke Harada: "Alright then, this way. It's going to start getting crowded soon, so let's hurry." That jerk, Sano, always gets to show off. Next time, I'll definitely show him up! ~END~

A story from before the events of Kyoto Winds. After receiving an assignment from the Satsuma clan, Kazama reluctantly traveled to Kyoto to gather information. Translated Video September 1863. It was a time when the humid summer heat was slowly receding and the mountains surrounding Kyoto began to be colored with beautiful autumn leaves... I came to Fushimi town for the first time in a while. Although I was on a job that I was reluctant to fulfill... I may have been lucky to have come to Kyoto at this time. A view like this is a rare sight. Both Kyoto and Fushimi are towns where the wind doesn't blow, but even so, when I breathe in... I could feel the scent of autumn, which was different from the scent of spring flowers or summer haiku. Chikage Kazama: "...It would have been fine if I had just come to see the sights." To be honest, I was reluctant, but... Even if I say that, nothing will change. With this in mind, I headed to an inn called Teradaya in Fushimi. A year ago, a certain commotion occurred at the inn... I can see that the place is thriving, with customers coming and going frequently. Thinking back on all that happened, I felt a little lonely. Chikage Kazama: "...Humans are surprisingly tenacious creatures." Those words escaped my mouth on their own. After looking at Teradaya for a while… I turned on my heel and left the front of the store. Afterwards, I felt thirsty, so I decided to stop by a nearby tea shop. It seemed like the flow of customers had stopped coming and going, and there were no other customers in sight. As I sit down on the bench outside, the shop owner approaches me. Shopkeeper: "Welcome. Is there anything you’d like to order?" Chikage Kazama: "I’d like some tea." The owner quickly takes my order and then disappears into the back. A short while later, he returned. The tray he was holding had sencha and tea sweets on it. Chikage Kazama: "...I don't recall ordering any sweets." Shopkeeper: "I thought I'd offer you some to enjoy with our tea. If you don't mind, please enjoy them." Chikage Kazama: “…Hmm, I see.” When I interact with humans, I often feel uncomfortable... Once in a while, I get a chance to review something like this. However, I have not been able to change my perception of humans as living creatures. Shopkeeper: "Please take your time." The shopkeeper tries to leave my side, but… Chikage Kazama: "Wait. Accompany me for a while." Shopkeeper: "Eh? But..." Chikage Kazama: "There are a few things I want to ask you. I won't take much of  your time." I take some money out of my pocket and drop it on the seat. Shopkeeper: “I-I couldn’t possibly…!” The owner looks at me with an obviously lost expression on his face. Chikage Kazama: "...It’s fine, just take it." For a moment, he seemed to be confused, but... Eventually, he reached out his hand to the money. Shopkeeper: "...Thank you." After saying that, I saw that he had put it in his pocket. I pointed with my jaw in the direction of Teradaya, which could be seen nearby. Chikage Kazama: "...Do you know that an incident occurred at that inn around spring last year?" The owner also looked towards Teradaya as he answered. Shopkeeper: “Yes.…The Teradaya incident, right?” "I started working here about six months ago, so I don't know all the details." “I heard that there was a quarrel between the retainers of the Satsuma clan.'' Chikage Kazama: "...Hmm, the Satsuma clan killed each other under the orders of Hisamitsu Shimazu." Shopkeeper: "Please, sir… You’re speaking too loudly." Chikage Kazama: "Don't worry, there's no one around to listen." Ignoring the flustered shopkeeper, I took a bite of the sweets that accompanied my tea. Chikage Kazama: “Despite that incident, it seems to be thriving quite a bit.” Shopkeeper: "It seems that many people use Teradaya because it has good access from Osaka..." Chikage Kazama: “...Huh.” The quickest way to travel between Osaka and Kyoto is by boat on the Yodo River. So Teradaya is in a perfect location to use as a relay point. In the past, the Satsuma domain used it as a regular lodging. Oh well, it's a pain, but I have to ask. Chikage Kazama: "What kind of people are using it these days instead of those from the Satsuma clan?" Shopkeeper: "Well… in addition to those who work in the trade, there seem to be many samurai as well." Chikage Kazama: "...Samurai, huh? I guess they’re from the West, am I correct?" Shopkeeper: "Indeed. It seems like most of them are from Choshu and Tosa." Chikage Kazama: "Hm hm hm... Interesting. So Choshu and Tosa are using the place now that Satsuma left." When the owner heard my words, his face stiffened momentarily. However, he soon smiled with a typical friendly business smile… Shopkeeper: "Please save those kinds of jokes for another time..." I'm not kidding though... Then, as if to change the topic, he spoke. Shopkeeper: “…Now that I think about it, on your way here, did you happen to see a group of men wearing light blue haori?” Chikage Kazama: "No, I can’t say I have… but who are they?" Shopkeeper: "They seem to be a group that is cracking down on the Sonjo ronin on orders from the Shogunate." This was the first time I heard that story. Chikage Kazama: “What are they called?” Shopkeeper: "I think they are called... the Roshigumi or something." It was a name I had never heard before. Those who work closely with the Satsuma clan probably know more about them, but... Maybe I'll inquire about them when I stop by the clan residence later. While I was thinking about that. Some customers come to the store. Shopkeeper: "Ah, welcome!" After greeting the new customer, the shopkeeper looks back at me. Shopkeeper: "I'm sorry sir, but it's about time..." Chikage Kazama: "...I know. I've heard most of what I wanted to ask about." The owner bowed his head, looking relieved at those words. Then he left to take other customers' orders. I took a sip of the tea, which had gotten quite cold. ~PICTURE~ Chikage Kazama: "...The situation in Kyoto has changed quite a bit." The events at Teradaya last year flashed through my mind. Before the incident, the Satsuma samurai, along with the Choshu samurai, were considered to be the vanguard of the Sonjo school. They moved to Kyoto, and with their abundant funds, they courted the court nobles... Or, in Kyoto, they spent money generously and were popular with merchants. They also caused an incident called “Tenchu” in which people who were believed to be pro-opening the country were brutally murdered. However, they were not happy with the feudal retainers who were leaning toward the Sonjo school. Hisamitsu Shimazu is currently in control of the Satsuma clan. That day, I was heading to Teradaya at Hisamitsu's request. —I was ordered to kill all of the feudal retainers if they resisted. After that incident, the Satsuma domain lost its centripetal force towards the respected ronin... At the mercy of the Shogunate, he decided to participate in the Kobu-Gattai movement. Along with Satsuma, the Choshu clan, which was famous as a sanjo school, is now striding around this capital as if they own the place. Chikage Kazama: "...Era’s change without a moment's notice." However, as time moves on... The principle of the human world remains unchanged: those who have the emperor and the imperial court on their side are the winners. Now, the Shogunate or Choshu... Who will control this land? ~PICTURE END~ After finishing my tea, I left the shop, which was starting to become crowded with customers. Since I had finished my business, I could have left Kyoto right away... I rarely get to visit this place unless I have an opportunity like this. I casually headed towards the main street. Despite the brutality of the world, the main streets are surprisingly lively. I had the same thoughts when I visited Teradaya earlier... Even after a major incident, it seems that humans continue to live their lives with vigor. Meanwhile... A strange-looking group approached from across the street. Those people formed an orderly formation and walked in an orderly manner. Chikage Kazama: “Light blue…haori.” Then, they are probably the Roshigumi that I heard about at the tea shop earlier. Chikage Kazama: "Huh...I see." It is said that these people are cracking down on Sonjo Ronin under orders from the Shogunate. Satsuma is currently seen as being on the waste side... They were not affiliated with the Shogunate. Before you know it, they’re only getting close to dethroning that position. Depending on the future situation, it is quite conceivable that they will part ways with the Shogunate. Chikage Kazama: “…The Roshigumi, huh?” “Perhaps a day will come when I have to face them as enemies.” As I walked through town at dusk, I felt a strange throbbing feeling inside my chest. ~END~