#ikepri event

[shatcey]

Romantic holiday (Clavis & Licht)

On the JP server, this event was called "Prince's Holiday". At least that's how I translate it. If you missed this event for some reason, @.aishangotome has posted links to videos to all the stories from this event.

I don't remember Clavis and Licht interacting that much. But when they do…

Don't you think it's sounds just like Vivi and Harry?

And this as well...

And I can easily imagine Victor reacting like that…

"He called me normal… It's definitely an insult"

And I never thought about this similarity between them.

And that as well…

And the finale is just "mwah"

I think this is the best event I've read so far.

Screenshots from the story of the "Banquet Team" and their epilogue

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[sylphid187]

Spoilers for IkePri 3rd Anniv. Story Event

Meet Clavis Lelouch:

- 3rd Prince of Rhodolite

- Unreadable Troublemaker

- and Shovel Connoisseur

This is him in Licht's route: 🤣

And again in Nokto's route: 🤣

To his credit, at least Licht ended up using it 😆

someone hire this man to sell their shovels pls 😆

[littlewitty]

Head empty just this:

[rjthirsty]

I may be simping hard for Silvio at the moment. And I may be going for his 99x card.

It's fine. This is fine.

[cozycryptkeeper]

Would you like to get in my bed sir?

[randonauticrap]

I love how the domestic faction portion of the new Love Island Ikepri event is essentially:

Licht and Yves overthinking everything

Jin and Leon being horny

And MC being scared of EVERYTHING

😂😂😂

[dancingbarefootinthesunlinght]

I love how he read Pavlov's classical conditioning and said "let's make it ✨ spicy ✨"

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

so what I'm hearing is... switches' paradise?

[shatcey]

A deal with the Devil (contract event)

I've only read two stories… Chev (premium) and Clavis (both). I also wanted to read Sari's… but, as usual, I only remembered at the last moment, and I didn't have the energy to continue (it was really late at night).

From Chev's story I only like this line.

You know her taste so well...

And Clavis is always Clavis

Poor Silly… At first, they terrorized him on the main part of the route. Now in the event. Don't tell me they'll do the same thing in the sequel…

It reminds me so much of Ally…

And you're cute when you blush. Nahhh… you're always cute.

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🔝 𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 🔝

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[amayasteaparty]

“Bite me hard” event, Chevalier epilogue spoilers👇🏻

It’s a story from Chev’s POV, spicy but not overly smutty and if you love King’s Highness, definitely well worth the 300 diamonds. I personally found the epilogue a bit repetitive but ehh… it’s Chev and I’ll take any paltry crumbs he throws my way!

[sebfreak]

i can´t do this anymore. I´m in top100 (38/36 don´t know) of gilberts event and i just wanna see the end of this event. *crying* please this is too stressful for me and at the same time I really hope i don´t fall out of top100 because yeah it would be really cool okay? XD

but i just wanna end this day omg... because i´m scared to lose the top100. (i can´t trust anybody XD)

[shatcey]

Thank you very much for the translation!

Judging by the card, I got the impression that she was seducing him. But it's the opposite. Kind of…

"Ah, No Need for Money" - Azel (His POV)

Card and story provided by @shatcey!

Azel: Enis, please tell the High Priest...

Azel: ...that God seems to be infatuated with a foreign girl.

-

Some time had passed since I began using Rhodolite's foreign girl as a shield against women –

Due to official duties, there was a day when I absolutely had to leave the solitary desert castle and stay at the royal palace.

(...Damn it. This is why I don't want to stay in the castle for long.)

(That damned geezer keeps sending me woman after woman whenever he gets the chance...)

The place I quickly head to, so as not to get entangled any further, was the room prepared for foreign guests.

(At this rate, the woman is probably being targeted too.)

(I've assigned her a guard as a precaution and had given those around her strict warnings.)

(She shouldn't be drugged with aphrodisiacs like before... but I should still go check on her.)

(Not that I'm worried or anything, but I couldn't leave her alone in the temple.)

(Since I brought her to the castle for my own convenience, I'll have to compensate her if anything happens.)

(...That's right. It's just that simple.)

Making excuses to no one in particular, I reach the designated room.

When I knock on the door, hurried footsteps and a loud clatter overlap from inside.

(What is it?)

Azel: I'm coming in.

I open the door before I hear permission.

Emma: Th-this is a misunderstanding!

The first words I hear and the scene before my eyes are something even a miracle diviner couldn't predict.

(I gave them strict warnings, though...)

In the moonlight, the woman, who had fallen to the floor, is dressed in harem attire.

The area of exposed skin is greater than usual, and even more concerning is the design of the clothes.

The color and material clearly imitate the attire of a God, and it's tailored in such a way that 10 out of 10 people would recognize her as God's woman.

(Is this the geezer's doing? Or the maid's meddling?)

Emma: I didn't expect anyone to come to my room at this hour...

Azel: Ah, so you do know that's harem attire.

Emma: ...The head maid brought it to me as an apology for the aphrodisiac incident before.

Emma: It seems the harem has many outfits prepared so that Prince Azel can receive women at any time...

Emma: She gave it to me out of goodwill, saying it would suit me.

Azel: Goodwill? You mean malice.

(It's transparent that they want me to lay my hands on her no matter what.)

Exasperated, I still extend my hand to the woman.

I understood from the situation that she had tripped when I knocked on the door.

Emma: ...Thank you.

The woman seemed to understand my intention and obediently took my hand to stand up.

(No injuries... good.)

Emma: The maids only gave me the outfit, they didn't force me to wear it.

Azel: Then why did you put it on?

Emma: ...Well, that...

Emma: I-Isn't it cute?

Azel: Huh?

The woman's face turns a distinct red.

Emma: This outfit... it's so Tanzanite-like and cute, I thought.

Emma: And see, it matches with yours, Prince Azel.

Emma: I just wanted to try it on once since I wouldn't be showing it to anyone.

Emma: I didn't expect you to come right after I put it on...

Her voice trails off, and in the end, she even puts some distance between us.

(...What is this strange feeling?)

For no reason, I withdraw the hand I had started to extend.

Azel: You have a peculiar hobby, wanting to try on harem clothes.

Emma: I thought you'd say that, so I was going to wear it in secret...

Emma: ...By the way, what brings you here so late at night, Prince Azel?

(...)

Azel: Actually, the High Priest sent another woman to me...

Azel: I felt my life was in danger, so I came to take refuge with you.

(It's not a lie.)

(...Although I've already shaken off the woman and there's no need to take refuge.)

Emma: I see...

Fortunately, the woman didn't seem to notice anything amiss.

Emma: ...Wait a minute. You're not planning to stay here all night, are you?

Azel: That's my intention.

Emma: I didn't hear that!?

Azel: I just said it.

(This is the quickest way to ensure your safety from those crazies.)

Emma: Then I'll go change.

Azel: You can stay in that outfit if you want to.

Emma: ...It's not exactly calming, is it?

Azel: You said yourself it was "cute."

Emma: It's more embarrassing than cute in front of you, Prince Azel.

Azel: Don't worry about it. I don't feel anything even if you wear harem clothes.

Emma: Even so, I do mind...!

I instinctively grab the hand of the woman who tries to escape to another room.

(Ah...)

Emma: ...Prince Azel?

Azel: No...

(Why did I stop her?)

(...It's not like I thought she looked good in it or anything, or that I wanted to see more...)

(It's not like that...)

Unable to back down now, after hesitating, I sit down on the nearby bed.

Emma: ! ?

As I pull the woman onto my lap so she can't escape, an indescribable silence swallows everything.

(What am I doing?)

(...How am I going to explain what I intend to do from here?)

Emma: Um...

Azel: You're interested enough in the harem to wear that outfit in secret, right?

Emma: Eh?

Azel: Then let me give you a bit of trivia.

Though I know it's forceful, I take an apple from a nearby fruit basket and place it in the woman's hand.

Emma: ...What's this?

Azel: Aren't you hungry? You can eat it, you know.

Emma: There's definitely something behind this, isn't there?

Azel: I'm a benevolent God.

Emma: A benevolent God wouldn't force someone onto his lap like this...

Azel: Just eat it.

When I urge her, wanting to silence her, the woman obediently takes a bite of the apple.

Emma: Mmm... It's delicious.

(Why is she needlessly exuding sex appeal just by eating? Is it because of the outfit?)

Whether intentional or unconscious, the woman puts her arms around my neck for support.

Though I brought this upon myself, I felt dizzy.

Emma: But what does biting into an apple have to do with trivia?

(That's right, I almost forgot the main topic.)

Azel: ...There are a few unspoken rules in the harem.

Azel: What do you think it means to eat fruit in front of the master?

Emma: .......

Emma: "Aren't you hungry?"

(...Damn it, she's too cute.)

(No, that's not it, that's not it.)

Azel: "Won't you eat me?"

Emma: Huh!?

Azel: If the master bites back into the apple... I'm sure you understand what happens next?

Emma: I don't understand, I don't want to understand!

I put my arm around the clearly flustered woman's waist and bring my face close to the apple.

Azel: The act of eating fruit openly in front of someone requires self-confidence.

Azel: If you're confident you can captivate me, try it. If you can...

My lips touch the apple – the woman, red-faced, watches in a daze without stopping me.

(...Stop me.)

Emma: Eek...!

Instead of biting the apple, I pinch her cheek.

Emma: Wh-What are you doing!?

Azel: Learn from this and don't carelessly wear harem clothes.

Azel: It's a good thing it was a benevolent God who found you. If another man had seen you, he might have misunderstood.

(...Did I manage to gloss over it?)

(I glossed over it, I must have glossed over it.)

Emma: ...No one but you, Prince Azel, would come to my room this late at night.

Azel: That's good to know.

(...)

(................)

(...................This is awkward.)

(Even though I didn't eat the apple, why is it strangely sweet...? Damn it.)

[lavulabi]

my body collapses on the floor as if gravity became a hundred times stronger i am down awfully The floor can't hold me any longer i fall through the roof of my downstairs neighbor smashing into the kitchen table where a few seconds ago a fine vase gifted by a long dead grandma is shattered to bits I am down terriblly the shattered vase burrows itself in my skin and flesh as I destroy the ground and fall into the sewer It smells weirdly familiar somewhere a memory is repressed to no more than a painfully jo GUNSHOTS

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

THE WHEEZE I JUST LET OUT

I REALLY CAN'T ESCAPE THIS TYRANT

[shatcey]

Awww… He's so precious.

Thank you for the translation.

That part made me giggle. He's so cute.

Kagari Amagase 1st Birthday Campaign: Story

His POV Story

"I Want The Princess"

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I stood on the battlefield, washed off the blood and headed to my secondary residence.  

…

The instant I stepped inside, I collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been cut. 

Like always, I felt lightheaded and couldn’t think straight.

However, the book laying on my desk caught my eye.

The cover of the book was decorated with a rose motif, a flower rare in Kogyoku. 

I crawled closer to the book and reached for it.

When I opened the cover, a piece of paper with text written in the Princess’ penmanship fell out and landed on my face.  

Those were various detailed annotations about the book’s contents. 

A pure desire to enjoy the book came right to me.

(My birthday…)

(It was my first time.)

…

Nobleman: Happy birthday, Prince Kagari. I wish you a joyful and prosperous year ahead.

Kagari: Oh. 

This year too, there was a snaking line of people outside the castle for my birthday. 

I received countless birthday greetings, but I didn't know the appropriate response to them. 

(Everything is different from when I was still part of the royal family. There are so many things I don’t understand.)

Back in the day, my birthdays were simple, ending with a congratulatory speech from the King. 

My older brother had countless people celebrating his birthday and even had a banquet held for him, but that wasn't the case for me — his younger brother. 

No one ever doubted it because the difference between me and my older brother, who possessed remarkable capabilities that made everyone around have high expectations for him, was like night and day.

(But… thinking about it now, I wish I’d at least gotten one dorayaki.)

(... Hm?)

At the very end of the line — a familiar figure was standing under a cherry blossom tree in the distance. 

My body moved on its own before I even realised it. 

Kagari: You’re wide open, Princess. 

The Princess reacted exaggeratingly in surprise. I put a hand over her mouth and dragged her into the shade.

Emma: Mmph…! 

I pinned her struggling body against a tree trunk before closing the distance between us to avoid drawing the attention of the people nearby.

(She’s still as weak as ever, like she could die any moment.) 

Kagari: Do you promise to behave?

I took my hand off her mouth and she nodded.

Emma: … What are you doing here, Prince Kagari?

Kagari: I saw you.

Emma: So you came to see me?

Kagari: You called me here.

(Maybe.)

Her fidgeting near the line must mean she wants to see me, right? 

Kagari: If you were planning to join the line, don’t bother.

Kagari: It won’t end until nightfall.

Emma: That long…?

Kagari: There’s a banquet tonight. That’ll go on till dawn. 

Kagari: So, why are you here?

The Princess’ eyes darted around awkwardly.

It was suspicious behaviour, she looked very uneasy, as though she was hiding something she wanted to say.

Emma: … Um… there were so many people gathered, and I got curious…

She hid the bag she was holding behind her back.

Given today’s occasion and the Princess’ personality, the answer is obvious.

(She’s hesitant to celebrate my birthday.) 

(Is this really something to agonise about?)

(... I don’t really get it, but this is fine.)

(It doesn't matter whether I receive birthday greetings or not…)

(But spending my birthday with her might actually be more enjoyable.)

(I’ll take her along for the customary inspection.)

…

Dressed as one of the Yasha’s subordinates, the Princess pointed an imitation sword at the assassins. 

I couldn’t help but be secretly impressed as I watched from atop a roof.

(She’s gotten more used to things compared to when she first arrived in Kogyoku.)

(Even though it’s only an imitation sword, she’s learnt how to point one at others.) 

(With that amount of guts, she’ll have no problem surviving in Kogyoku. Full marks for her.) 

(Also… the clothes my subordinates wear really suit her.)

I stared absentmindedly at her exposed nape, where her hair was tied up in a single knot.)

(I remember Matias saying something about this before.)

(“The nape, usually hidden by her hair, is the most valuable”.)

At that time, I thought he was purely spouting weird nonsense, but I understand now. 

(It’s so slender, I feel like biting it— wait, what? Why do I want to bite it?

(No idea. I’ll ask Matias next time.)

(If this is something that requires some brains, I’ll ask Azel.) 

While I was lost in thought, the assassin placed their hands on the hilt of their swords. 

Before they could unsheath their swords ever so slightly, I jumped down and swung my sheathed sword. 

The impact was solid, and all the assassins’ eyes rolled back as they fell unconscious. 

Had I drawn my sword, their heads would have flown off their shoulders. 

(Weak.)

Kagari: That was easy. I hoped they’d at least be good enough for me to draw my sword.

As I turned around feeling disappointed, the Princess was in the midst of sheathing the imitation sword.

Before the blade fully went into the scabbard, I moved closer and held her slender hand. 

Kagari: Princess, you need to adjust the angle of your stance. 

Emma: I see…

Kagari: Also, never hunch your back on a battlefield.

Emma: I never noticed I was doing that.

Kagari: Exactly. Even though you’re dressed like one of my subordinates, you’re weak.

Emma: … I’m sorry. 

Cat: Nyaa… 

While I was guiding her for future use, I heard a meowing sound coming from next to my feet. 

It was the stray cat I had an undesirable, yet inseparable relationship with. 

Kagari: Ah, give me a minute.

I folded a piece of paper with instructions on how to deal with the men lying on the ground and handed it to the cat. 

It gave a delighted meow as it took the paper in its mouth and scurried off. 

Emma: What was that…?

Kagari: Calico No.1.

Kagari: It often roams the streets. So if you ever need to contact me, you can count on it for that.

Emma: So instead of a carrier pigeon… you have a carrier cat.

Kagari: Yeah. 

(This guy’s more temperamental than a pigeon, though.)

Emma: About the piece of paper you gave it earlier on…

Kagari: I summoned my subordinates. It’s a hassle to clean up this mess. 

I stood up and looked down at the amateurish assassins lying on the ground. 

The Princess looked eager for an explanation, almost to the point she was getting restless. 

(They’re no more significant than random passersby, but…) 

Kagari: This is a “gift” I receive on my birthday every year, amidst the celebrations. 

Kagari: I was looking forward to a more challenging opponent, but I got disappointed this year too.

The Princess frowned at my blunt response.

(Is she angry?)

(Weird. It doesn't even concern her.)

(Maybe this is something “strange” to the Princess?)

(When you come from a different place, what’s common and what’s not changes. That's interesting.)

(What’s common knowledge to me, might not be so common to her.) 

…

Night fell as usual, and it was time for the banquet.

Savouring the enjoyable time we had together, I parted ways with the Princess. 

Soon after, the ever so hardworking Calico No.1 came with a letter in its mouth.

…

I went to the cherry blossom tree where I sometimes admired the flowers with the Princess, and the sender of that letter looked clearly pleased to see me. 

Feeling comforted by her reaction, I sat down next to her under the tree. 

Emma: Has the banquet ended?

Kagari: Not yet.

Emma: You managed to slip away.

Kagari: Your summon is more important.

Cat: Nyaa 

(Is it asking for a reward?)

I gently petted the cat that had been nuzzling itself against my leg and it left like it was never there. 

Heartless cat. 

(Right now, the Princess is more important than Calico No.1.)

Kagari: You changed your clothes.

Emma: Yes, I wanted to meet you as my usual self.

Emma: If I’m going to celebrate your birthday, I want to do it as the version of me you met in Kogyoku.  

Kagari: … 

(Is this what she meant when she said she “wanted some of my time after the banquet”?)

Emma: Happy birthday, Prince Kagari.

The Princess, who had been hesitant about wishing me a happy birthday this morning, presented me with a cherry blossom-patterned package.

I accepted the package, unwrapped it, and took out what was insides

Kagari: A book? 

Emma: It’s a storybook from Rhodolite. 

(It’s my first time receiving a book as a birthday gift. I’m feeling uneasy.)

Kogyoku’s Yasha was thought by others to only wield swords and never read books. 

But in truth, I don’t dislike reading. 

Emma: You’ve taught me many wonderful things about Kogyoku. 

Emma: It’s thrilling to discover new things about the world that I’ve never known before, so…

Emma: I chose this book because I want you to experience that thrill too. It’s one of my favourites. 

Emma: … And, if possible, I thought it might help convey Rhodolite’s charm too…

Kagari: The book is set in Rhodolite?

Emma: That’s right! It’s a collection of heartwarming short stories.

Emma: It’s the perfect remedy for when you’re feeling worn out.

Kagari: I almost forgot you’re a book merchant.

(I thought it’s just like any other book, but this one’s carefully chosen by the Princess.)

Knowing the amount of thought put into the gift made it much more significant. 

Kagari: You’re probably the only one who’d think of giving me a book. 

(I’ve decided. I’ll make this a family heirloom.)

I stared at the cover, flipped through the pages, and briefly scanned through the text. 

It doesn't seem like I’ll be running into any trouble if I end up with too much free time for a while. 

Emma: … I’m relieved I could properly celebrate your birthday. 

I looked up when she suddenly spoke.

The Princess heaved a sigh of relief, like she had been holding her breath for a while. 

Kagari: You’re overthinking it. I’d never find it bothersome to be celebrated. 

Emma: But your detached reaction to all the greetings and gifts made me rather worried that you would. 

Kagari: … Did I come off that way?

(I didn't realise. No wonder the Princess hesitated.)

I closed the book and lowered my gaze. 

Kagari: It’s not that I dislike being celebrated, or that I’m uninterested in birthdays.

Kagari: It’s just… I still don’t know what I should be feeling when I’m being celebrated.

Kagari: It’s been a recent problem for me.

Never had I ever imagined that not having extravagant birthday celebrations like my older brother did would someday become a source of my troubles. 

(Receiving a celebration particularly from her is complicated.)

(... I feel restless, and it’s hard to even look her in the eyes.)

(Is this the correct feeling I should be getting? What kind of emotion is this?) 

As I sat there in silence, full of uncertainty, a gentle breeze blew. 

Petals from the cherry blossom tree that was in bloom all year round danced in the air and fluttered down. 

The Princess, whose attention had been constantly focused on the Yasha until now, suddenly turned her gaze toward the cherry blossoms.

Emma: It’s beautiful. 

(…)

The restlessness turned into something murky. 

(... Not going to look at me anymore?)

(You’re so heartless.)

I grabbed a fistful of the Princess’ skirt. 

It was a spontaneous gesture. 

Emma: Prince Kagari?

(Why must I lose her to some cherry blossoms?)

Kagari: You’ve been thinking about my birthday all day long, and now you’re completely mesmerised by cherry blossoms? 

Emma: Of course I’m still thinking about your birthday. 

Emma: I just think that it looks as though the cherry blossoms are celebrating too… 

Kagari: Just you celebrating it is enough. Don’t look away. 

For some reason, the Princess reacted to my vent with a gentle smile. 

Kagari: … What are you smiling about?

Emma: It’s nothing. 

(I’m curious… but this doesn't feel so bad.)

I felt my facial expression soften, and the Princess turned her gaze to the cherry blossoms once again.

My grip on the fabric of her skirt tightened. 

Emma: … I planned to only give you your gift, but we ended up talking for quite a while.

Emma: Shouldn’t you return to the banquet soon, Prince Kagari?

Kagari: …

(I don't want to.)

(I want her to celebrate my birthday, more than the banquet.) 

(But somehow, even though they’re all celebrations, something feels different.)

I retraced the day’s events, recalling each and every one of the Princess’ words and trying to pinpoint the cause of my restlessness. 

(If there is a difference… it’d be that everyone else’s celebrations are nothing more than mere formalities.)

(You could say they have ulterior motives, wanting to gain the Yasha’s favour and protection.)

(But the Princess’ celebration doesn't have any of that.) 

(... This is the first time I’m receiving a sincere birthday celebration.)

Kagari: Princess, don’t you want to keep the Yasha all to yourself?

Emma: I think I’ve already monopolised you enough. 

(It’s not enough.)

(... I want more)

Kagari: … Stay here.

Emma: Then… I’ll take you up on the offer.

Emma: Can I continue celebrating your birthday for a little while longer? 

Kagari: Yeah. 

Hearing the word “celebrate” from her lips made me restless again. 

(Could this restless feeling be… bashfulness?) 

(... Am I actually feeling bashful because she’s celebrating my birthday?) 

(That’s a first. I learned something new today.)

Kagari: If you want to celebrate, do it. I can’t guarantee I’ll make it to my next birthday.

Emma: … I don't like such jokes.

Kagari: I’m not joking. But rest assured that I want you to celebrate my birthday over and over again.

(It’d be nice if there’ll be a “next”.) 

(... I want to feel bashful again. I want to experience this feeling even more.)

(I want to get to know this restlessness better.)

(When I’m with her… my emotions come alive.)

…

When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by darkness.

(... Did I fall asleep?)

As I regained consciousness, I realised I was holding a book in my arms.

I heard a faint sound of gentle breathing coming from next to me.

I shifted my gaze in its direction to see Calico No.1 laying there with its belly facing up, looking completely defenseless.

(It's getting better at hiding its presence and becoming more shameless too.)

(Who exactly does that remind me of?)

Careful not to wake Calico No.1, I picked up the book and opened it while laying down. 

Even though I had already finished it and remembered its contents, my eyes didn't stop following the text.

The stories were set in a peaceful country called Rhodolite. 

The Princess, born in that kind of country, was honest, straightforward, and her existence dazzling bright. 

(That makes sense.)

On my birthday — when I received those empty, soulless birthday greetings from the crowd, the Princess looked like she couldn't stand it any longer and took my hand.

Under the cherry blossom tree, her smile was like a flower in full bloom and she celebrated the Yasha’s birthday genuinely from the heart.

(She has a beautiful heart.)

(And yet, she unhesitatingly held these hands of mine that have been stained with blood of the people I’ve killed and even gave me her blessings.)

(Ah…)

(... I want the Princess).

(But I don't understand why I want her.)

(Will I understand it if she becomes mine, just like this book?)

I sat up and closed the book.

Although the battle was over and my body was supposedly back to its usual state, my head started feeling fuzzy again. 

That sensation worsened when an image of the Princess’ face emerged in my mind. 

Despite knowing my symptoms were worsening, my hands refused to let go of the book. 

I couldn’t peel my eyes off it.

It was as though I was clinging onto it.

(I want to see her.)

(I want to see the Princess.)

[shatcey]

The Boundary of Touch (Clavis)

I wanna express my endless gratitude to those who actually do real translations. It is extremely difficult work. On this event: @.otomehoneyybearr: Silvio @.caffedrine (summaries): Gilbert Rio

A little reminder. I don't know Japanese. The small fragments that I do translate (screenshots) are usually a very free interpretation. I use several translation apps, but I'm rarely happy with what they tell me, so… I'm playing with words to the point I'm happy with the result. The meaning is the same, but the accents can be completely different, and it can be quite difficult to recognize the "voice" of the characters. Usually, if I get really carried away, I mention it. This time… I read the event from the video, and it gave me screenshots that I needed to clean more than usual, and I don't really have much time. So I didn't add many screenshots. I tried to do as much as possible to make the story flows beautifully, but… time is killing me… It's been a long time since I've felt such pressure (I'm so excited!). And the funny thing is that the only person pushing me to do this as soon as possible is myself. Maybe Ally's right, and I'm an idiot.

Have fun reading. I tried to write as chaotic as possible. Clavis would be proud of me.

Belle is in an absolutely adorable replica of her previous bookstore. Adorable, because there are many hints of Clavis here… clay figurines and an absolutely charming owl with a book.

I guess she really needs these reminders so she doesn't forget who she's going to marry pretty soon.

So she's at the bookstore, the work is done, and puts books in their places. She keeps glancing at the door, but it's NOT because she was waiting for someone… Clavis is very busy, so of course he couldn't come. But she DEFINITELY wasn't expecting him.

She recalls that Clavis quite often starts to touch her or flirt with her in public places (in her store or on an empty street), but when she began to protest, he immediately retreated. Not that she wanted him to continue or anything… OF COURSE!

She thinks it's his gentlemanly side. She likes it and all, but…

So, they have a date the next day. Belle seized the moment and hugged Clavis by the hand (outrageous, people are watching!). When Belle looked at Clavis, "his smile was as bright as the sun itself".

Clavis assumes it's because she was lonely without him. He needs to catch up. He offers to hug on a walk. Belle replies that it will probably be difficult to walk while hugging. And isn't it normal to go on dates with your arms around each other? He pointedly pressed his hand to his chest.

Rio, is that you?

He said he was tempted, but his main goal was to make sure Belle had a good time. Belle thinks as expected it didn't work, so she needs to push him harder.

Clavis noted that Belle is so obsessed with him that she don't wanna let him go. Belle agrees and adds that she wanted to feel the warmth of his body. I don't think about anything else… Nothing at all… (nervous laugh)

And she even put her head on his shoulder. Normally she would be too embarrassed to do this, but this is the second step in her plan to charm him. Clavis is extremely happy. He brags to random strangers about how cute she is and that they should be jealous.

Clavis asked her to tell him more what she liked about him. She overcame her embarrassment and answered… He's cool, kind and reliable. Of course, this is not enough. He is full of sincerity, knows how to turn everything into a joke, but at the same time he is very serious. It's still not enough…

She even kissed him on the cheek. Damn, that was a low blow. Clavis was momentarily speechless. But he came to his senses pretty quickly, explaining that he was embarrassed when she so openly declared her love. I don't suppose it taught you anything…

She suddenly realized that she had kissed him while being watched, and of course she was embarrassed and ran away. Glancing back at Clavis, she noticed that he was in an exceptionally good mood. She thinks he's tougher than she expected. But it's too early to give up.

After they returned home and had tea, she proceeded to the next stage of her plan.

I should mention… There are clay figurines in this room as well. And a portrait of Emma. I wonder… didn't Clavis draw it himself? I wouldn't be surprised. He is very talented.

Belle changed her clothes and returned to Clavis. The sight of her new outfit left him speechless again… She spread her arms, showing off her dress, but it would be more correct to say exposed legs. The dress has a short skirt and she is nervous to wear it. She bought it a while ago because she thought Clavis would like it, but she didn't have the courage to put it on, so she hid it in the far corner of her closet.

Clavis was speechless for a moment and immediately began to praise her… dress. How it suits her, how it emphasizes her virtues. Clavis stood up and walked around Belle to get a better look. And added that she looks good from all sides. Belle tells him that he can touch her legs if he wants to. She's already desperate. She doesn't care what she looks like at this point. She needs to break his gentlemanly behavior!

Clavis noted that she wants to seduce him, but he just wants to enjoy the view.

It was a challenging thrase... So I'm not totally sure I got the meaning right.

Belle felt frustrated. She was on the verge of giving up. She decided she needed time to calm down and rethink her strategy. She excused herself and turned to leave the dining room, but Clavis stopped her.

He explains that he likes everything she does for him. But he doesn't understand why she suddenly decided to give up. He tells her that there's not much left, one, maybe two more pushes… She suddenly has an idea, and she asks if he maybe understand why she's acting like this? He confirmed it. Well, yes, he's smart, he's lived his whole life next to Chev and learned to read his intentions without words. How could you not know that? Fiancée…

So… he was deliberately teasing her… She said she didn't know him anymore and left the dining room. Clavis ran up to her, asking what happened. And she pretended to be offended to get a little revenge. Clavis starts to tell her about his new traps and the new recipes he has found… But Belle doesn't talk to him. He understands that the situation is dire, and tell her that she can do whatever she wants with him. And… still nothing.

Seeing that nothing is working, he asks her to at least look at him. He admits that he has gone too far. He was too carried away by her cute behavior.

Oh, poor Clavis… He's so desperate… Come on, girl, you have a heart, don't you?

Belle feels bad looking at him. She apologizes for pretending to be angry at him. Clavis covers his face with his hands and exhales deeply. Suddenly he said he surrendered, pick her up and went into the bedroom.

He laid her on the bed and told her that even though she thought she couldn't break his gentlemen's behavior, if he hadn't restrained himself, he would drop it (gentlemen's behavior) dozens of times. She was surprised. She was so close… But why is he holding back? He is afraid that if he stops behaving like a gentleman, it will become normal for him to do. And if that happens, it will be "the end of the world". Oh my… How overdramatic we are…

So she was right from the beginning. He held back for her sake. She was overwhelmed with love for him, and hugged him. She told him that it was okay, she would accept any Clavis, no matter if he was a gentleman or not. And he agreed to show her… what does he look like without gentleman's side…

I must say I really like this room! Stained glass windows (again) with an owl. (Again) Clay figurines. Really? Clavis, you don't know where you should stop. Absolutely charming pillows in the shape of hearts. I'm not trying to change the subject. Nothing like that… (coughing)

So… He was very slow to please her. Belle noted that he is usually with her (or, better to say, in her) at this time. He said he always wanted to do it that way and love her all day… But he holds back, knowing that after that she will need a lot of rest. Licht, is that you? I think these boys inherited more from their father than I initially thought.

She was overwhelmed with pleasure, but noticed that Clavis was still holding back. She believes that it is impossible to completely separate Clavis from his gentlemanly behavior. For him, love and gentlemanliness are inseparable. So the girl took the initiative and pushed him a little harder to lost control.

After.

She was lying on his chest, and he was stroking her hair. Suddenly, she remembered what she had been doing that day and felt embarrassed. She hid her face under the covers. Clavis laughs, he expected her to be embarrassed by now. But he wants to see her face. There is genuine joy in his voice, and she peeks out from under the covers

He tells her that yes, she tried very hard to get him to stop behaving like a gentleman, but everyday it almost breaks down. In the morning, when he wakes up and meets her eyes, it breaks. This is the "power of her cuteness". So he constantly controls himself. She knew that Clavis loved her, but he loved her hundreds, millions of times more than she could have imagined. You're being overdramatic as well. These two are perfect for each other.

She tells him that he can give up his gentlemanly behavior at any time and tell her how much he loves her. He replies that it will be another way to express his love. But he won't change his behavior. Because she loves him the way he is. A gentleman who loves pleasure.

Absolutely adorable. I laughed so much at this event. I'm very glad for a chance to read it. Thank you very much @.otomehoneybearr for sharing the video.

It was so like Belle to be controversial in the beginning. And it was really hilarious. But at first I couldn't understand why she would want to break his gentlemanly attitude in the first place. After probably the third reading, I realized why. Do not try to read in an unfamiliar language in the middle of the night, it is very unproductive.

The fact that she had this dress hints that she is really trying to act more boldly in front of him. But why is she still blushing? How long have they been dating? 2 years? I'm… sorry, guys, but it's very hard to believe. People get used to everything… It won't bother you as much as it used to. So… If it had happened right after they started dating, I would have believed it, but… not that much later… But it's cute. And that's probably why they can't stop showing Belle like this.

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