Gilbert Hijacking Official Twitter Account - Translation
Gilbert: Hi there, people.
Looks like I’ve hijacked this ❤️
Gilbert: Of course, there's a reason for it.
I've got a question for you all.
Gilbert: I have this adorable fiancé.
And just the other day, she invited me on a date, saying, 'I’m lonely because you’ve been taken away by work.'
Don’t you think she’s national treasure-level cute?
Gilbert: Hold on a sec. Before we get to the main topic, I’ve got a bit of a problem. Walter’s chasing me with some medicine in his hand, looking like a demon so I’ll be back later.
Gilbert: Finally managed to escape 💦
Now, onto the main topic. I’m considering getting a gift for my cute, adorable little bunny. But since I’m out of touch with trends, I was hoping you all could help me out... Please 🙏
-An accessory adorned with gemstones
-My plushie
-A letter full of affection
Gilbert: Thanks, everyone. That was super helpful.
I have to start preparing the gift right away... Ah, but whenever I give her a gift, she ends up paying more attention to it than to me, making me a little jealous of it.
Gilbert: As a token of my gratitude, let me share a secret with you.
Gilbert: Actually, I... love my little bunny so much that I always carry around a pendant with her portrait in it. Don't tell it to anyone, okay...?
Gilbert: Ugh, here comes Walter again.
Gilbert: My business is done, so I guess it's about time I give the account back.
Peace out, everyone✋
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Desperately enduring the relentless sensations invading my body, I lay on the floor and looked up at him—
Kate: Nhhh….ahh….Jude….
Jude: ………
As if he hadn't heard anything, Jude sat down in his heavy chair and began to read through his documents.
But there’s no way he hasn’t noticed the faint metallic clinking that echoes every time I writhe in agony, or the embarrassing wet noises.
After all, it was he who had inserted the toy deep inside me, and even thoughtfully handcuffed me so I couldn't easily remove it.
Kate: J-Jude…. take this…nhhhh…
Jude: If I took out, wouldn’t be a punishment then, would it?
He coldly brushed me off without even looking my way, and his indifference robbed me of my breath.
(How did it come to this….)
(I was only trying to make Jude jealous—)
[Flashback]
It was wishful thinking, fueled by a little bit of hope—
Kate: Jude, I got hit on while I was in town!
A few days earlier, I had seen a performance centered on a love-hate relationship at the theater.
I was so moved by the story woven with jealousy and love, that I couldn’t help but think how I would love to see Jude jealous.
Kate: Guess my time being popular with guys has arrived. ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡
Jude: Yeah? Good for you.
Jude glanced my way once, but immediately looked back down at the papers in his hands.
It was a far cry from the reaction I'd hoped for.
Kate: …..That’s all? A guy was hitting on your girlfriend, don’t you have anything else to say? ( ,,⩌'︿'⩌,,)
Jude: Nah, not really.
Seeing his dismissive attitude, I couldn’t help but let my frustration and dissatisfaction show.
Kate: Ugh….forget it. But if you keep acting like that, I’ll end up falling for someone else before you even know it!
Kate: Ah, that’s right! He said he works at a cafe, so I guess I’ll just go see him—
Jude: ….Your gonna what?
The moment I made up this imaginary guy, and spewed a bunch of lies, I heard a chillingly low voice.
Just as my instincts told me this was bad, he closed the distance between us, and his hand reached toward my lower abdomen—
Kate: Ah….!
Jude: So yer sayin’ as long as ya get stuffed in here, it don’t matter who does it, hm?
[Flashback Ends]
"Then go ahead an’ play with this", he said, and then proceeded to stick the sex toy inside of me.
Kate: Hngh…mmn…
My legs and hips had long since given out as I lay on the floor rubbing my knees together to try and escape the pleasure.
But with every movement, the toy penetrated deeper, trapping me in a vicious cycle of lewd stimulation inside.
(What do I do…? At this rate, the toy’s going to make me..…)
As shame and anxiety mounted, Jude suddenly stood up.
Kate: ….! Ju—
Jude: …….
Just as I hoped he would finally help me, his shoes passed right in front of my eyes.
Jude pulled some documents from the bookshelf and returned to his executive chair.
Kate: Ahh…Jude, I can’t take it anymore…..Jude…..hngh.
Jude: ……..
No matter how much I called his name or begged, he wouldn’t respond.
The expression on his face when I looked up was exactly the same as when he was focused on work.
And while that look that usually captivated me, now it only stirred up feelings of forlornness.
This sentence use "kokoroboso," and it can be used for 'hopeless, helpless, forlorn, etc'. I opted for "forlornness" because feelings of neglect and abandonment are often the root cause of this feeling that evokes deep sadness.
(It’s like I don’t even exist to Jude….)
The back of my eyes were stinging.
Despite my sadness, my body was tormented by another kind of heat. I felt like I was dancing on a stage with no audience, acting out this pathetic spectacle all alone.
(I’m don’t mind Jude bullying me…but being ignored….it hurts so much.)
(I’ve had enough…I can't take it anymore….)
Kate: Ugh…..please don’t ignore me…..please say something!
Kate: Jude…….
Jude: …..Tch.
With a click of his tongue there was the sound of the chair being pushed back.
When I lifted my eyes, Jude was crouched down next to me, looking down at me with his amethyst ones.
They were arrogant and cold. And yet, tears of relief rolled down my cheeks now that he was finally looking at me.
Jude: …..Learned yer lesson?
Kate: Yes….haa, ahh…..nhh….
Jude: Is that right? Even though yer a right mess from nothin’ but a toy?
Kate: Well, that’s….
Jude lifted my skirt.
His fingers traced over my sensitive clit down to the toy, which was almost fully buried in me. Then very slowly, he pulled it out.
Kate: Ah…ahhhh!
The moment I let myself relax from being released, the toy was thrust deep inside me again.
Covered in my slick nectar, the toy was repeatedly pumped in me, rubbing against my walls and making watery noises.
Jude: Hah, such a perverted bird. Turns out ya don’t care who it is, as long as someone’s thrustin’ somethin’ in ya.
Kate: No…..Ahn! That’s not true……
Jude: Then what? Give me a proper answer, an’ tell me what ya’ve reflected on.
Suppressing the pleasure that was tormenting my core, I stared straight at him through my blurring vision.
Kate: That it has to be from you, Jude….No one else, only you.
Kate: I lied because….I wanted you to be jealous...I'm so sorry.….!
Jude: Well look at that, ya managed to say it.
Kate: Ahn…mmm…
This time when the toy was finally pulled out, it rolled across the floor with a cold, lifeless sound.
Even after my handcuffs were removed, I was still unable to stand. Then came the clink of a belt being loosened…..
Jude: I already know that I’m the only one.
Kate: Ahhh…!
He grasped my knees and thrust his hardened heat into my still throbbing wetness.
The heat that shook me to my very core felt as if it were trying to overwrite every sensation of pleasure that had come before.
Jude: …..So ya really got some nerve sayin’ shite ya don’t even mean, like bein’ with some other git.
Jude: Even if it’s a lie, hearin’ ya say that’s enough to make my skin crawl.
(Jude….please realise….)
Notice the feelings that run far deeper than that fabricated little act—feelings so intense that you grew jealous even of a lie.
Jude: Let this be a lesson to ya, not to spew senseless things like that ever again.
Kate: I won’t…..
Wrapping my now-free hands around his back, I whispered it once more, "I'm sorry".….
[Event Master List]
My emotions with this story went like:
OMG he has sex toys on hand??! (•̪ o •̪)♡
Why would you say that??? (ノ _ <,, )
It’s an ignoring session (ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꇴ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ)
That was delicious. (っ˘ڡ˘ς)
Also, this is why I suggested they have a "safe" word on JP survey...so we can get kinkier in his stories....he's a sadist after all (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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𓏲ּ𝄢 chapter 2
He said we were going to enjoy our last day, and we slipped out of the palace like we were making an escape.
But I had no idea where we were headed.
I didn’t know what he was planning, or where he intended to take me. I just let him lead me by the hand until his steps finally stopped in front of a boutique.
(What beautiful dresses…)
My eyes were drawn at once to the dazzling gowns displayed in the window.
Nica: Alright, you’re coming with me~
Kate: Huh — ah, wait a second!
He gave my hand a firm tug, and just like that, I was pulled inside the boutique.
Boutique Clerk: Welcome. Is there anything in particular you’re looking for today?
A smiling saleswoman approached us.
After greeting her, Nica stopped in front of a rack lined with dresses.
Nica: Pick one dress you like from these.
Kate: …What?
Nica: Just do it. Off you go~
He let go of my hand and gave me a light push between the shoulders.
Then he leaned back into a chair and casually started flipping through a catalogue.
(Even if you tell me to choose one out of nowhere…)
Every single one was lovely, which only made choosing harder.
I held a few of the ones that caught my eye against myself and looked in the mirror, but…
(I still want to hear what Nica thinks.)
Kate: Which one do you think looks best?
I stood in front of him and started holding up different dresses against myself.
But—
Nica: That’s nice. Cute.
Nica: Oh? Going for something sexy with that one? I’m into it.
Nica: Ahh, that color’s hard to pass up too.
Kate: …You’re saying every single one looks good!
Nica: Well yeah. They all suit you, so what can I do?
No matter what I showed him, all I got back was praise, which only made it impossible to choose.
Nica: Ahh, I’m such a lucky guy, dating a cute girlfriend who looks good in literally anything~
(At this rate, I’ll never decide…!)
I glanced over the rack, then picked out a simple, elegant white dress made of soft, light fabric and held it against myself.
Kate: Then… what about this one?
Then Nica blinked in surprise… and almost immediately, a soft smile curved across his lips.
Nica: That one suits you best.
It wasn’t his usual teasing grin.
He was looking at me directly, with a tenderness full of love, and my heart skipped hard in my chest.
Kate: …Then I’ll take this one.
Nica: Mm. Since we’re here, put it on and let’s go on a date.
He gave my head a quick, affectionate pat before heading to the register.
Left behind, I hugged the dress tightly to my chest, trying to hide how red my face had gone.
(That look is so unfair…)
I tried to cool the heat in my cheeks while I was in the fitting room.
But the moment I drew back the curtain, he looked at me again with that fond, lovestruck smile… and I lost any chance of calming down.
Holding the pure white parasol he’d bought along with the white dress, the two of us walked side by side, keeping out of the sunlight beneath it together.
Me, dressed like some noble lady.
Him, handsome enough to turn heads, sharing a parasol with me.
People on the street kept casting curious glances our way, but every time they did, Nica would tilt the parasol to block their view and flash that sly grin.
Somehow, it made it feel like we were sneaking around on a secret date, and before I knew it, there was a spring in my step.
Doing a museum themed stamp rally for WHA at Denver Fanexpo!
Here's my prize piece, based on Monet's "Bridge over a pond of water lilies" :D
I think it turned out rather nice <3
Keith is the type to ruin his own orgasm with shame or guilt for imagining you while he's masturbating. He can't even enjoy the relief of release because of how horrible he is for using you to get off.
Ring, on the other hand, can't even look at you for days after he climaxed so quickly by his own hand when he thought of you. He knows he can't help that you surface in his thoughts, but he's sure you'll somehow figure it out.
