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"Operation: Totally Love-Struck!" Collection Event: Ring Schwartz
Ikemen Villains Elections 2026
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I went to Ring’s room after receiving a letter that read “I have a secret request to ask of you”.
Kate: Ring, what’s this request about…?
(Could it be that he wants me to touch him?)
Right now, any of the Cursed who I made direct physical contact with would become overwhelmed with pleasure — a strange feeling described as “melting / meromero”.
And Ring was no exception.
(If Ring wants to feel good too, I’ll touch him as much as he wants!)
Ring: Even now, my head’s full of the thought that I’m dying for you to touch me.
Ring: At this rate, I won’t be able to focus on missions, and when it comes a time when I need to protect you… I can’t do it. So… I want you to train me!
(Train him!?)
I felt embarrassed for having assumed he was going to ask for something else, but I nodded anyway.
Kate: A-Alright. Of course I’ll help you. What kind of training do you have in mind?
Ring: Let me think… I want you to touch my body and help me get used to being in a state of “meromero”.
Alas I hath given up on translating the word メロメロ. It’s an onomatopoeic word, used to describe e.g. turning into a goofy little puddle at the sight of someone you love… something like that. Or stupidly in love, kinda.
Ring: No matter what you do to me, I’ll endure it. … If I don’t lay a hand on you at all, then the training will be considered a success.
Ring shrugged his jacket off in one swift motion.
Ring: Come on, give it your best shot!
Kate: I can see your resolve. … If we’re doing this, we’re going all the way!
I pushed Ring down onto the bed, straddling him — then my hand slid to the hem of his shirt.
Ring: Wha—!?
Ring: Haa…
As I slowly lifted his shirt, my fingers brushing against his bare skin, his breathing immediately grew unsteady.
Ring: … W-Wait! Hold on a second!
Pinned beneath me, with his face bright red, Ring let out something that sounded almost like a shriek.
Ring: Wouldn’t this turn a little too lewd if you take any more of my clothes off!?
Kate: Bare skin heightens the effects for your training, okay? Hands up.
Ring: … ggh
Perhaps realizing I had a point, Ring reluctantly lifted his arms and let me pull his shirt off.
(Wow… Ring’s body is seriously amazing…)
Ring: Don’t stare at me like that… it’s embarrassing…
Kate: You stare at my body just fine, though?
Ring: That’s because you’re so beautiful. There’s nothing great about my body.
Kate: That’s not true! For example,—
…
[ Option 1: Touch Ring’s Face ]
Ring: Nngh, aah… No, this is bad. When you touch me… I feel weird.
Kate: I only touched your cheek… I love your face and all the expressions it makes.
Kate: Your serious look, the tenderness when you look at me — all of them.
Still straddling him, I cupped his face in my hands.
We stared into each other’s eyes as I gently stroked his cheeks with my thumbs.
Ring: Haa… Kate… don’t look at me while saying such adorable things…
Even though I was only caressing his cheeks, his eyes told me he was already melting under my touch.
Kate: Ring, hang in there… This is part of your training, remember?
Ring: … Haa… but… I didn’t think it’d feel this good…
Ring: You’re so cute, I love you… I love you so much… my heart’s beating so fast it’s going to burst…!
Kate: It’s okay, Ring. … Let’s get you even more used to this, shall we?
Ring: ugh…
Kate: … You’re being trained right now, so you’re not allowed to use your tongue. Got it?
I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to his.
I gave him soft, repeated kisses, my tongue lightly tracing his lips every so often.
Ring: Mm… fuhh…
Ring desperately held himself back from using his tongue.
That effort looked so endearing, I depended the kiss, and—
Ring: Nn… haa… ahh…!
…
[ Option 2: Touch Ring’s Chest ]
Ring: Ah, nn…
Kate: — I like this (chest) part of you.
Kate: When you hug me, it makes me feel safe. When I snuggle up against you, its firmness and warmth makes me think “this is Ring~”. That’s why I love it.
I slowly traced a finger along the contours of his chest, pressing lightly against the firm muscles and enjoying how springy they were.
Each touch seemed to send waves of pleasure through him, his breathing gradually becoming irregular.
Ring: W-Wait. N-Not there… hhngh, I can’t…
Kate: Not here…? You touch my chest all the time, though?
Ring: T-That’s true… but your hands are so warm… they give me a weird feeling…
Ring: S-Sorry, but can you… maybe pick another spot to touch…? I- I can’t take this any more!
(How should I turn this in a proper training session?)
(… Oh! That’s right!)
After a brief moment of hesitation, I reached up and undid the ribbon of my nightdress.
Ring: …!? W-Why are you taking off your…!?
Kate: I was thinking… if we touched skin to skin, the pleasure would be more intense, and more suited for training.
Stripping my upper body naked, I pressed myself tightly against his chest.
Through the contact between his flushed skin and mine, we could feel each other's hearts pounding hard in our chests.
Ring: … K-Kate…! Oh no, this level of stimulation… haa… it’s too much, I’m going insane…
…
[ Option 3: Touch Ring’s…? ]
Ring: Nngh, haa… keep this up, and I’m… I’m going to have to… you…
Thinking that something stronger might be more effective than micro-dosing the pleasure, I went straight for his most sensitive spot.
Ring let out a desperate, strained voice.
(At this point… maybe it’s better to continue with this drastic move.)
I shifted slightly where I straddled him, and slipped my hand under the waistband of his trousers.
Through the fabric of his underwear, I slowly stroked his hot erection.
Ring: …!? N-No, Kate… not there…
Kate: This is a training session, isn't it?
Ring: Haa… ggh…!
…
[ Common Ending ]
His breathing grew increasingly ragged, his face flushed bright red.
And yet,—
Ring: … I can't. I must… endure…
Ring endured it with sheer willpower.
Kate: … Training complete! You did amazing, Ring. You were totally melted / in a state of “meromero”, and you still managed to hold yourself back!
(Things got a little risky, but Ring didn’t give into his impulses…)
(That means he successfully resisted the “meromero” feeling, right?)
After straightening out my disheveled clothes, I reached out to pat his head as a reward.
Ring: Haa…
In that instant, the haze in his eyes cleared and his gaze sharpened like a predator.
Ring: — Sorry. I can’t take it anymore.
The next thing I knew, I was pinned down onto the bed.
Ring latched onto my breast, sucking and sinking his teeth into the soft flesh.
Ring: Haa… K-Kate…
Ring: Take responsibility… for putting me in this state…
He devoured me with his desperate kisses — on my neck, chest, waist… everywhere.
Kate: Nngh… haa… R-Ring…
(Does this mean… he failed the training?)
(But the way he wants me this badly makes me so happy…)
And so, I gave in to the desire overflowing from him, and the two of us melted into each other once again…
Fan translation. Not 100% accurate. Creative liberties taken.
If life were a fairytale, upon finishing the final page would be a:
And they all lived Happily Ever After.
But such a thing only exists in fiction.
For the balance between good and evil, life and death, love and hate, happiness and unhappiness—it is a fragile thing that can shatter in a single instant.
Fairytales…..do not end until the main character dies.
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Somethin’ urgent came up, won’t be able to meet up with ya like promised.
After hearing that message from Ellis, I immediately headed to Jude’s room, only to find...
Jude: Never said…..ya can come in.
Him lying in bed, heaving.
(Jude breaking a promise is unthinkable. I knew it had to be something serious….)
(He did it to keep me from catching his cold.)
Kate: I’m glad I came to check on you. Anyway, first we need something to cool you down….
Jude: Y’aint thinkin’ of nursin’ me are ya? Ya daft? Just….go…..[COUGH]
Even his usual harsh words sounded feeble, and the memory of the illness he had once suffered from made my heart ache.
Kate: Please let me take care of you. I’ll do everything you tell me.
Jude: …….
As I clasped his resisting hand as if praying, his amethyst eyes wavered softly.
Jude: Open the window and door to let some fresh air in.
Kate: Thank you!!
Jude: Don’t cling t’me, yer makin’ it hot.
Even as he said that, I was happy he had understood how I felt, and we gently interlaced our fingers.
Kate: Get better soon so you can get back to hurling insults at me.
Jude: …..Ya numpty.
He said it as if he were exasperated, but as I busied myself tending to him that day his eyes-
Rant under the cut because I don’t want to interact with the original post
Look, are we really crying about red/black flags in a game called Ikemen VILLAINS? I get that Darius may not be everyone’s favourite (He isn’t mine) but is it necessary to shit talk while using the main tags and make those who like him feel like shit for liking him? What’s with the whole making Darius the most disliked character? Honestly what happened to fandom etiquette? Are you a teenager in their first fandom? Fucking grow up.
Knowing that op likes Nica makes it even worse as a fellow Nica fan because what’s with the double standards? He does some unforgivable and shitty things without going into spoilers (inside and outside of his main route, did we forget what he did in his wrapped in wicked romance story???), which I’m not afraid to acknowledge and criticise! Guess what? He’s still my favourite! If Darius is not your cup of tea then it’s easy to just ignore his content, the trigger warnings are there for a reason. Criticising the actions of characters is one thing but you’re essentially shaming those who like Darius :\
Finally using a translation by a Darius fan without crediting for a post that’s just slandering him is so disrespectful. Imagine putting in all your hard work translating a piece of work about your favourite character to share with others who also like him just for it to be used without crediting for spreading negativity? What the fuck.
Ikemen Villains is the last fandom I expected discourse of this kind, and seeing that post made me feel shitty despite Darius not even being MY favourite. Let people enjoy what they like without judging, isn’t this the whole point of otome games? Fiction that could be enjoyed by all kinds of people without hurting others.
I’m so sorry for being so negative… I don’t enjoy getting involved in things like this but it really pissed me off.
Friendly reminder to all of you out there - while it's okay to dislike a suitor, it's never okay to post hate about a suitor IN HIS TAGS. I know not every suitor is for everyone, but your ick is someone's love. And no one wants to scroll through Tumblr and find hate spewed in his tags.
Here's an idea - the next time you read a route or an event, and a suitor does something that turns your stomach, keep the hateful thoughts to yourself.
Oh...and if your screenshot portions of someone's translations, even if you're doing so with good intentions, please please please credit the translators. Their hard work should not be stolen like that.