Ikemen Prince 4th Anniversary Eve
Keith & Silvio: Revenge Kept in Moderation
One day at the Benitoite Castle――
Silvio: "Hey, glumskull. Your glass is empty."
Keith: "Are you trying to get me drunk today, Silvio?"
Silvio: "I'm entertaining an important guest. You should be grateful."
Keith: "You seem a bit agitated for someone entertaining a guest."
Silvio: "You already know the reason for that, don't you?"
Keith: "It's…. because of me, isn't it?"
Silvio: "Damn it... My negotiations with everyone else went smoothly."
Silvio: "I had the perfect chance to jack up the price, but you ruined it."
Keith: "I couldn't let you do something that would put Jade at a disadvantage."
Silvio: "Sometimes you’re actually competent, aren’t you?"
Silvio: "You haven't been swapped with someone else, have you?"
Keith: "..."
Silvio: "What?"
Keith: "No... I never expected you to see through me, Silvio."
Silvio: "Huh?"
Keith: "This is troubling. I thought you were a more cautious person."
Keith: "But it's not wise to carelessly pry into someone’s secrets."
Keith: "—Because then I'd have to silence you."
Silvio: "..."
Keith: "Oh, Silvio, your glass is empty too."
Keith: "You there, could you bring that bottle over here, please."
Jade Servant: "Right away, your highness."
Keith: "Thank you. Silvio, this is a gift from Jade."
Keith: "I hope it suits your taste."
Silvio: "..."
Keith: "What's the matter? You’re unusually quiet."
Silvio: "Ha, don't get cocky just because you're a glumskull."
Silvio: "If it's not good, I won't forgive you—"
Silvio: "...It's insanely good."
Keith: "I'm glad. I thought you'd like it."
Silvio: "You’ve got a good eye, don’t you."
Keith: "Well, 'sometimes I can be competent.'"
Silvio: "How long are you going to keep up this third-rate act?"
Keith: "...I wanted to surprise you for once,"
Keith: "But I guess this isn't enough to faze you."
Silvio: "That was quite a convincing performance, for someone like you."
Keith: "I was just trying my best to entertain you."
Silvio: "That’s a good attitude."
Silvio: "Usually, you'd say something like 'It's presumptuous of me to entertain you.'"
Keith: "...Don't be so mean, Silvio."
Keith: "I'm drunk too."
Silvio: "I'll let it slide this time."
Silvio: "For the sake of this delicious drink."
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Absolute Submission to the Queen
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To prevent Silvio from being treated like a dog any longer, I needed him to stop being overprotective.
(I'm glad he feels the way he does, but this is really painful to see.)
Rio and Silvio went in opposite directions, turning their backs on each other.
Even after hearing the rumors, he didn't put me down.
Emma: "Prince Silvio, I have a favor to ask."
Silvio: "Denied."
Emma: "I haven't said anything yet."
Silvio: "You're probably going to say something about wanting to walk on your own."
(He's sharp.)
Emma: "Then, please take me to the doctor."
Silvio: "Is something wrong with you?"
Emma: "No. I just think it's about time to remove the bandages."
(If there's no reason for him to take care of me, then maybe...)
Silvio: "Denied."
Emma: "Why not!?"
Silvio: "If you take them off, you'll definitely want to walk."
Emma: "Isn't that a good thing?"
Silvio: "........."
Emma: "Huh? Why are you suddenly silent?"
Silvio: "You've been yapping nonstop since earlier."
I still had so much to say, but Silvio silenced me by stealing my words with a kiss.
Silvio: "Just let me spoil you while I can."
(It doesn't seem like he's going to give up.)
It was pretty tough to get a tyrant to change his decision once he made up his mind.
(I guess I'll see how things go until my foot fully heals.)
A week later, I was once again being carried by him.
Emma: "Put me down!"
Silvio: "I ain't putting you down."
Emma: "My leg has already healed a long time ago!"
Emma: "Even the doctor said I could walk."
Silvio: "I don't care."
(Something's wrong.)
His overprotectiveness had always been there, but this time, it felt like it had gone beyond the usual level.
(At first, I thought he was just worried about me, but now I suspect there might be something else.)
No matter how much I looked at him, I still couldn't find the answer.
The only thing I was sure of was that he had no intention of giving up being like a dog.
(What should I do?)
The rumors were still circulating in Benitoite, and every time I went outside, I wanted to cover my face with my hand because of the gazes directed at me.
(And day by day, he's becoming less and less responsive to my requests.)
I could still feel his agitation when I tried hugging his neck, but that's it.
Emma: "Prince Silvio."
Silvio: "That won't work."
(I need to think of another plan.)
(A special plan that will make him listen to my request.)
Emma: "………."
Silvio: "How long are you going to sulk?"
That night, Silvio tried to feed me again, but I averted my gaze.
It might be a straightforward approach, but I'd decided to maintain a defiant attitude for a while.
(He seems restless lately, so this should have an effect.)
Silvio: "Geez, you're such a handful."
However, he sighed in exasperation and circled around in front of me.
I tried to turn my face away again, but he firmly grabbed my chin.
Silvio: "I can see through your intentions."
(If you can see through them, why not just stop?)
He took a nearby drink, kissed me, and forcibly opened my lips with his thumb, allowing the drink to flow down my throat.
I couldn't finish it all, and some spilled from the corner of my lips, which he wiped away with his tongue.
His sudden actions made my defiant attitude fade away.
Emma: "What do you think you're doing!?"
Silvio: "I'm trying to feed you."
Emma: "I'll eat by myself!"
Silvio: "Denied."
Emma: "Aren't you the one being stubborn?"
Silvio: "Ha? I'm not being stubborn."
Emma: "You're being stubborn. You're not even listening to a word I'm saying."
Silvio: ".........."
Emma: "What's really wrong with you?"
Silvio: "Nothing."
Silvio: "I just don't understand why you're so against it."
Silvio: "Do you dislike being taken care of?"
Emma: "I do. Because you're not just some random guy; you're my fiancé. You're not a dog."
Emma: "Or maybe you really want to become a dog?"
There was a brief silence after I provocatively said that.
Silvio: “Maybe that’s not a bad idea.”
(Really!?)
Emma: “Prince Silvio, are you sure you’re not sick?”
Silvio: “No, I’m not.”
I could feel a hint of heat from the hand resting on my forehead.
(This must have been some kind of joke for that tyrant to say he wants to be a dog.)
Silvio: “If I were to be a dog, you would be...”
Silvio: “No, forget it.”
Emma: “Is something bothering you?”
Silvio: “Don’t worry about it.”
Silvio let go of me and flopped back onto the chair across from me.
While his behavior didn’t resemble that of a dog, his eyes seemed quite serious.
Emma: “Tell me.”
(If I back down here, I feel like this overly protective issue will never be resolved.)
I stood up from the chair and embraced him.
I moved my hands in front to prevent him from escaping and brought my lips close to his blushing ear.
Emma: “If you tell me, I’ll play along.”
Silvio: “You’re getting carried away.”
Silvio: “...........”
Silvio grabbed the hand I had placed in front of him.
Silvio: “When you hurt your leg, you tried to hide it from me, but I happened to notice it by chance.”
Silvio: “I don't want you to rely on others, so I just thought I’d train you so that you could only rely on me.”
(Ah...)
(So that’s what it was.)
(He’s already overly protective, so he didn’t want to worry me.)
(But it looks like it backfired.)
Silvio: “If you’re not gonna rely on me, I’d rather become a dog.”
Silvio: "Lean only on me."
He lifted my hand that he had been holding and pressed his lips against it.
Then he sucked my wrist, leaving behind a faint pain and a mark.
There seemed to be a sense of earnestness in that mark, making my chest tighten.
Emma: "I understand."
(This is my fault.)
(So I'll rely on him as much as it takes to reassure him.)
Emma: "If that's the case, I want you to remove my shoes."
Silvio: "Didn't you just tell me you didn't want to be taken care of?"
Emma: "That's because I didn't understand your intentions."
Emma: "This is what you wanted, right?"
Silvio: "Well, yeah."
(To be honest, it's a bit... no, it’s really embarrassing.)
He stood up and made me sit on the chair.
Then he knelt in front of me and used his mouth to untie the ribbon of my shoes.
Although kneeling in front of someone to remove their shoes wasn't something a prince would normally do, it looked like he didn't mind it as long as it wasn't an order he disliked.
His clumsy affection that showed through was so endearing.
(Still...)
It seemed like he was a bit embarrassed by the current situation, as there was a slight blush on his cheeks.
Watching him like that, the mischievous side of me peeked out.
(He might scold me for this, but...)
I gently stroked his head, and he reacted quite noticeably.
Silvio: "Cut it out."
Emma: "I suddenly felt like petting you. Am I not allowed?"
Silvio: "You're grinning."
Emma: "If you don't like it, you can shake me off."
I continued to pet him, and he remained calm.
Silvio: "Tch, why am I even doing this?"
Emma: "It's my way of saying thank you."
Emma: "Besides, you mentioned letting me experience what it's like to be a queen."
(If that's the case, I should be able to do as I please. I don't need to hold back with him.)
I brought up the words he had said to me before, and Silvio burst out laughing.
Silvio: "Ah, damn it. Feel free to give me any orders, Your Majesty."
Emma: "Then, after removing my shoes, I'd like you to put me to bed."
Silvio: "So, that means you want me to take you to the bath, help you change clothes, and then carry you to bed?"
Emma: "Not all of that..."
He suddenly lifted me and started unbuttoning my dress.
His actions were unreserved and relentless, making the situation more intense than I’d anticipated.
(I want him to spoil me, but this is...!)
The dress fell to the floor, and in an instant, I found myself in my underwear.
I was so embarrassed that my fingertips trembled.
Emma: "I'll do it...Nnn..."
Before I could finish my sentence, he silenced me with a kiss and swiftly removed my underwear.
The tyrant, who had been blushing and had his head petted just a while ago, was nowhere to be found.
He held me close with one arm, his fingers sliding over my skin.
Silvio: "You gave the order, right? I'll serve you wholeheartedly throughout the night."
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