This is my private blog where I reblog stuff I might want to look at again at some point. There is no theme here, just a mix of stuff. I love Damian Wayne, Jondami and DL. Currently into Ikémen, having the hots for Jude and Clavis.
Some others and I are working on collecting story videos, so what I translate will depend on which videos we're able to get!
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Part 2 Stories
Thank you @mapleibara for Azel's Epilogue and @shatcey for providing the recording for everything else!! <3
Kagari | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue
Matias | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue
Azel | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue
Nokto | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue
Clavis | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue
Licht | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Epilogue
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Patreon - Matias, Licht, Clavis, Nokto, Kagari & Azel w/ Epilogue, COMPLETE
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Okay, be honest: Do you let the video play instead of skipping it if you play a Card Gacha game and really want a 5-star card (or a specific one) because you secretly hope that it will make the game give you what you want?
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
Right from the moment you stepped back into the Rhodolite's royal palace, you immediately ran off to your room with tears in your eyes. You didn't want anyone to see you like this.
The choker—the collar—hanging from your neck gave the jangling sound with each step you took, serving as the reminder of the source of your recent frustration.
Your hurried your steps the moment your room came into the view, wanting nothing but to bury your head in your pillow and cry out.
You opened the door immediately upon reaching it, being welcomed by the familiar scent of it, momentary relief washing over your body as you were finally in the comfort of your room's solitude.
Or so you thought.
Along with the scent of your room, your nose also caught the sniff of the familiar rose scent that you knew all too well who it belonged it to.
And then, there you saw him. Sitting on your sofa with perfect posture, book in his hand, his icy blue eyes suddenly glued on you.
"P-Prince Chevalier?!" You gasped, your eyes wide in surprise before they started reflecting internal panic of a prince seeing you in such a state.
Teary eyes, barely held back sobs, looking utterly unsightly—in the presence of the prince, no less.
Chevalier didn't say anything at first, his icy blue eyes observing your pitiful state, before his gaze dropped to the choker you were wearing, the one with bring blue gems—clearly the ones you couldn't afford even if you sold your organs for it. Then his lips curled up in a smirk. "It seems Jangler did quite a number on you."
You frowned, not needing him to point that out. "Why are you here?"
"Is it unusual for me to be here?" His expression went back to his regular one, before he snapped his book shut.
Well, no. You thought. It wasn't unusual for him to come to your room, with an excuse that he needed quiet place to read, where he wouldn't be bothered. Still, you weren't particularly happy about him waltzing into your room without your knowledge. Perhaps, you felt so strongly dissatisfied because a certain foreign prince already got on your nerves. You couldn't deal with yet another arrogant prince, who did whatever he wanted, in the same day.
But before you could voice your frustrations, Chevalier stood up. His tall, broad figure blocking the sunlight in your room, and for a second, you thought he was about to leave, but his intense gaze didn't leave the choker on your neck.
He stared at it for a second longer, then his eyes returned to your face, taking sight of your tear-stained face. You, on the other hand, shifted uncomfortably, wanting him to leave and yet being too tired to snap at him at the same time. It's not like he would listen to your orders anyway.
"I'm sorry...for letting you see something so unsightly." You spoke in a hushed voice, yet loud enough for him to hear. And in exchange, you heard an exasperated sigh.
Chevalier suddenly closed the distance between you two with a long stride, his hand grasping your shoulder and turning you around, making your back face him.
"W-What are you—"
"Stay still."
He ordered, leaving no room for objections as he brushed your hair to the side, exposing the lock carved into the choker.
You gulped, not sure what he was doing, but you saw him reaching into his pocket with his left hand, pulling out a....pin?
"Umm...Prince Chevalier?" You questioned him, but he gave you no answer—just casually started poking into the locker with a pin he prepared beforehand. Your shoulders relaxed in relief when you felt the choker open, falling on the floor with a clank.
Your hand immediately reached to your neck, feeling nothing but your now free skin, and you turned around to face the man, who just helped you. "Thank you."
Smile bloomed on your face once again, your eyes blurring with the tears of gratefulness. And for a moment, Chevalier paused, before looking away. "If you want to thank me, you better think of a way to compensate me for this." He said and grabbed his book from the sofa, walking past you to really leave this time.
Your eyes widened once again, turning your head to look at him. "You're leaving?"
He glanced back at you. "I have no business here."
"But..." You blinked. "Didn't you say you came here to read?"
"I already finished the book." He shrugged your confusion off with one sentence, turning his attention back on the door.
But you opened your mouth again, stopping him from leaving just yet. After all, there's still something you were confused about, a question you must know the answer to. "How did you know I'd end up in such a situation?"
Chevalier sighed again, this time out of frustration. Back in the day, you would have taken that as a sign to back off, but you absolutely couldn't now. It was strange how he conveniently had a pin in his pocket for this time, how he didn't seem one bit surprised about the choker you were wearing, or the pitiful state you were in. It's almost like he expected this to happen, almost like he visited your room just for this—to take the cursed choker off.
But instead of confirming your suspicions, Chevalier frowned. "Do not get the wrong idea. I came here to read a book."
"Then what about the pin?" You asked suspiciously, finding his words hard to believe.
"I carry at least one with me in the case of emergency." He stated blankly.
"Emergency?" You pressed again, feeling dumbfounded by his explanation.
He let out yet another sigh, like he was exhausted of answering your questions, but still did so anyway. "It is not rare of vermins to try and lock you up in deserted areas."
Vermins. Assassins. Spies. You understood what he was implying and didn't press further.
"Now stop pestering me." Chevalier said and taking his leave, making the room seem lonelier somehow.
"Emergency, huh..." You mumbled, your eyes moving down to the choker laying on the ground. Chevalier's words repeated in your head, yet the feeling that he was making excuses didn't change. Perhaps it was your wishful thinking, perhaps you felt so sad that you really misunderstood him in the moment of vulnerability, but this interaction felt much more than just simple 'visit for the sake of reading a book without getting disturbed'.
You sighed, not even bothering to pick up the choker that had you feeling chained just moments ago. But then the sight of unfamiliar book, placed on the table, made you pause.
"Huh? Did he forget this?" You picked it up, feeling the high-quality cover in your hands. "Wait..." You murmured to yourself. You recognized the book. It was a popular romantic novel from Jade, the one you've heard about plenty of times but could never get hands on due to lack of money.
You opened your mouth and closed again, staring at a book in awe before your eyes turned back to the door, where Chevalier just left from. Many different thoughts crossed your mind, but you didn't say anything.
Instead, you sat down on the sofa and opened the book, the words immediately pulling you in completely different world and before you even knew it, all the previous worries have disappeared from your mind, leaving only the warmth feeling in your chest.
[Silvio] A Villainous Prince's Record of Doting Part 1
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This translation is a transformative work of localization focused on narrative fluidity and character integrity. My goal is to accurately preserve the original cultural intent and emotional nuances while providing a natural English reading experience. This project serves as a professional archive to supplement, not replace, the official game experience; all rights belong to the original developers.
After finishing a day just like any other, I stopped by my room before heading to sleep with Silvio-sama, only to be met with a devastating sight that shattered my peaceful routine.
(Wait, what is this......?)
The closet doors and every single drawer were hanging wide open. Even my locked jewelry box had been tossed carelessly onto the floor.
(Oh no, could it be—!?)
I rushed over and scooped it up, but the lock had been pried open, and all the accessories inside appeared to have been stolen.
(What am I going to do? Even the seashell hair clip Silvio-sama gave me is gone......)
(That hair clip holds such special memories......)
..
No matter how many days I spend living in Benitoite, my heart still flutters every time I look out at the sea.
Silvio-sama would often accompany me on strolls along the beach for that very reason.
That day, we were walking along the water's edge together, basking in the pleasant sea breeze—
When a pale pink shell caught my eye, nestled among the white sand where the ripples washed ashore.
Emma: Oh! This looks just like the shell I loved and took home the last time we came for a walk!
Emma: It really is a beautiful color...... I think I'll take one home as a souvenir.
Just as I reached for a linen cloth to wrap the shell in, Silvio-sama snatched it right out of my hand.
Silvio: Hand it over. I'll pick it up for you.
Emma: Thank you...... wait, what?
I thought Silvio-sama was simply placing the shell onto the open linen, but then he pulled something else from his pocket, wrapped them both together, and held them out to me.
Emma: ......?
Silvio: Just open it already.
Doing as he urged, I took the linen and unwrapped it. Inside, a hair clip shaped like a seashell and crafted from pale pink gemstones sparkled as it caught the sunlight.
Silvio: Shells are fine and all, but if you have a hair clip, you can wear it whenever you want.
Emma: Did you remember that I picked one up before?
Silvio: As if I could forget. You look at those shells you keep in that little jar every single morning with the biggest smile on your face.
Emma: ......You really do pay close attention to me, don't you, Silvio-sama?
Silvio: Shut up. I just happen to see you, is all.
Emma: Your ears are turning red.
Silvio: Look at you, your cheeks are just as red as my ears.
Emma: That's... because I can't help being happy. This hair clip is absolutely adorable.
Emma: And the color is such a perfect match for the actual seashell.
Silvio: I had the craftsman look at the real thing to find the closest possible match. It’s a rare stone that's hardly ever on the market.
Emma: Thank you so much.
With a surge of affection too great for my heart to contain, I couldn't help but throw my arms around Silvio-sama.
Silvio: Hey, I’ve told you a million times not to jump on me out of nowhere!
Emma: You can’t make me this happy and then expect me not to hug you.
Silvio: Tsk...... Fine, do whatever you want.
Whenever I’m by Silvio-sama’s side, the things I cherish just keep growing.
Both the shell we found on the beach together and this hair clip have become irreplaceable treasures to me.
..
(It was filled with such precious memories...... and now it’s been stolen......)
As I stood there in a daze, clutching the jewelry box to my chest, I suddenly heard the door creak open—
Silvio: Emma, I’ve got a quick favor to— ...Wait, what the hell is this?
Silvio: Hey, are you alright?
Silvio-sama rushed over in a panic, staring intently at me with a look of grave concern.
Emma: I’m fine...... I’m not hurt. It was already like this when I walked in......
Silvio-sama let out a long breath of relief and reached out to roughly ruffle my hair.
Silvio: ......I’m just glad you’re safe.
Emma: But my jewelry is all gone.
Emma: I’m so sorry. The seashell hair clip you gave me was stolen too......
Silvio: Like that matters.
Emma: It does matter! That hair clip is an irreplaceable treasure filled with memories.
Silvio: Ha, it seems like you still don't realize what it means to be my woman, do you?
Emma: Huh?
Silvio: Whether it was stolen or lost, I’ll buy you as many as you want if it’s something money can provide.
Silvio: The thing that can't be bought is safe. For now, that's all that matters.
Through the warmth of his palm as he gently rested it on my shoulder, I could feel just how much Silvio-sama had been worrying about me.
Emma: Thank you so much......
Silvio: It’s a stroke of luck that you didn't run into the culprit.
(......That's true. I was so preoccupied with everything being stolen that it didn't even cross my mind,)
(But if I’d returned to my room at a different time, I might have come face-to-face with the thief.)
Silvio: Security in this castle is thorough. It’s not easy for an outsider to slip in. The culprit has to be someone on the inside.
Silvio: I’ll have the guard reinforced, but for the time being, you aren't to leave my side whenever I’m in the castle.
Silvio: That means when you eat, when you sleep, and even when you bathe. Also, do that studying you do at night right next to me.
Emma: That...... that would be a problem. I won't be able to concentrate on my studies.
Silvio: I won't get in your way.
Emma: The person I love will be right there next to me. It’s impossible not to be distracted!
Silvio: ......Is that so.
Emma: Silvio-sama, you have a look on your face like you're happy, don't you?
Silvio: Don't get the wrong idea. I’m just exasperated.
Emma: It’s mean to say you’re exasperated. If you were in my position, Silvio-sama, you’d definitely feel the same way, wouldn't you?
Silvio: Like hell I would.
(......But bickering like this just like we always do makes me feel a sense of normalcy. It’s a relief.)
(Wait, could it be that Silvio-sama is doing this on purpose just to put my mind at ease......)
As my feelings overflowed and I threw my arms around him, Silvio-sama’s cheeks flushed red.
Silvio: Huh? What now?
Emma: You’re the one who told me not to leave your side, Silvio-sama.
Silvio: That’s not what I— ......Whatever, let’s just go.
Silvio-sama pulled me close, his arm firm around my waist, and began to walk toward the door.
From the strength in his hand, I could feel that he cherished me above all else, and a sense of helpless affection and relief spread through my chest.
.
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Part 2
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[Silvio] A Villainous Prince's Record of Doting Part 1
♡———♡
This translation is a transformative work of localization focused on narrative fluidity and character integrity. My goal is to accurately preserve the original cultural intent and emotional nuances while providing a natural English reading experience. This project serves as a professional archive to supplement, not replace, the official game experience; all rights belong to the original developers.
After finishing a day just like any other, I stopped by my room before heading to sleep with Silvio-sama, only to be met with a devastating sight that shattered my peaceful routine.
(Wait, what is this......?)
The closet doors and every single drawer were hanging wide open. Even my locked jewelry box had been tossed carelessly onto the floor.
(Oh no, could it be—!?)
I rushed over and scooped it up, but the lock had been pried open, and all the accessories inside appeared to have been stolen.
(What am I going to do? Even the seashell hair clip Silvio-sama gave me is gone......)
(That hair clip holds such special memories......)
..
No matter how many days I spend living in Benitoite, my heart still flutters every time I look out at the sea.
Silvio-sama would often accompany me on strolls along the beach for that very reason.
That day, we were walking along the water's edge together, basking in the pleasant sea breeze—
When a pale pink shell caught my eye, nestled among the white sand where the ripples washed ashore.
Emma: Oh! This looks just like the shell I loved and took home the last time we came for a walk!
Emma: It really is a beautiful color...... I think I'll take one home as a souvenir.
Just as I reached for a linen cloth to wrap the shell in, Silvio-sama snatched it right out of my hand.
Silvio: Hand it over. I'll pick it up for you.
Emma: Thank you...... wait, what?
I thought Silvio-sama was simply placing the shell onto the open linen, but then he pulled something else from his pocket, wrapped them both together, and held them out to me.
Emma: ......?
Silvio: Just open it already.
Doing as he urged, I took the linen and unwrapped it. Inside, a hair clip shaped like a seashell and crafted from pale pink gemstones sparkled as it caught the sunlight.
Silvio: Shells are fine and all, but if you have a hair clip, you can wear it whenever you want.
Emma: Did you remember that I picked one up before?
Silvio: As if I could forget. You look at those shells you keep in that little jar every single morning with the biggest smile on your face.
Emma: ......You really do pay close attention to me, don't you, Silvio-sama?
Silvio: Shut up. I just happen to see you, is all.
Emma: Your ears are turning red.
Silvio: Look at you, your cheeks are just as red as my ears.
Emma: That's... because I can't help being happy. This hair clip is absolutely adorable.
Emma: And the color is such a perfect match for the actual seashell.
Silvio: I had the craftsman look at the real thing to find the closest possible match. It’s a rare stone that's hardly ever on the market.
Emma: Thank you so much.
With a surge of affection too great for my heart to contain, I couldn't help but throw my arms around Silvio-sama.
Silvio: Hey, I’ve told you a million times not to jump on me out of nowhere!
Emma: You can’t make me this happy and then expect me not to hug you.
Silvio: Tsk...... Fine, do whatever you want.
Whenever I’m by Silvio-sama’s side, the things I cherish just keep growing.
Both the shell we found on the beach together and this hair clip have become irreplaceable treasures to me.
..
(It was filled with such precious memories...... and now it’s been stolen......)
As I stood there in a daze, clutching the jewelry box to my chest, I suddenly heard the door creak open—
Silvio: Emma, I’ve got a quick favor to— ...Wait, what the hell is this?
Silvio: Hey, are you alright?
Silvio-sama rushed over in a panic, staring intently at me with a look of grave concern.
Emma: I’m fine...... I’m not hurt. It was already like this when I walked in......
Silvio-sama let out a long breath of relief and reached out to roughly ruffle my hair.
Silvio: ......I’m just glad you’re safe.
Emma: But my jewelry is all gone.
Emma: I’m so sorry. The seashell hair clip you gave me was stolen too......
Silvio: Like that matters.
Emma: It does matter! That hair clip is an irreplaceable treasure filled with memories.
Silvio: Ha, it seems like you still don't realize what it means to be my woman, do you?
Emma: Huh?
Silvio: Whether it was stolen or lost, I’ll buy you as many as you want if it’s something money can provide.
Silvio: The thing that can't be bought is safe. For now, that's all that matters.
Through the warmth of his palm as he gently rested it on my shoulder, I could feel just how much Silvio-sama had been worrying about me.
Emma: Thank you so much......
Silvio: It’s a stroke of luck that you didn't run into the culprit.
(......That's true. I was so preoccupied with everything being stolen that it didn't even cross my mind,)
(But if I’d returned to my room at a different time, I might have come face-to-face with the thief.)
Silvio: Security in this castle is thorough. It’s not easy for an outsider to slip in. The culprit has to be someone on the inside.
Silvio: I’ll have the guard reinforced, but for the time being, you aren't to leave my side whenever I’m in the castle.
Silvio: That means when you eat, when you sleep, and even when you bathe. Also, do that studying you do at night right next to me.
Emma: That...... that would be a problem. I won't be able to concentrate on my studies.
Silvio: I won't get in your way.
Emma: The person I love will be right there next to me. It’s impossible not to be distracted!
Silvio: ......Is that so.
Emma: Silvio-sama, you have a look on your face like you're happy, don't you?
Silvio: Don't get the wrong idea. I’m just exasperated.
Emma: It’s mean to say you’re exasperated. If you were in my position, Silvio-sama, you’d definitely feel the same way, wouldn't you?
Silvio: Like hell I would.
(......But bickering like this just like we always do makes me feel a sense of normalcy. It’s a relief.)
(Wait, could it be that Silvio-sama is doing this on purpose just to put my mind at ease......)
As my feelings overflowed and I threw my arms around him, Silvio-sama’s cheeks flushed red.
Silvio: Huh? What now?
Emma: You’re the one who told me not to leave your side, Silvio-sama.
Silvio: That’s not what I— ......Whatever, let’s just go.
Silvio-sama pulled me close, his arm firm around my waist, and began to walk toward the door.
From the strength in his hand, I could feel that he cherished me above all else, and a sense of helpless affection and relief spread through my chest.
.
.
.
.
.
Part 2
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[Clavis] The Taste of Endless Corruption is Sweet Like Honey Part 1
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This translation is a transformative work of localization focused on narrative fluidity and character integrity. My goal is to accurately preserve the original cultural intent and emotional nuances while providing a natural English reading experience. This project serves as a professional archive to supplement, not replace, the official game experience; all rights belong to the original developers.
Current Level of Corruption—20%.
While taking a walk to inspect the bustling markets of the Kingdom of Lelouch—
(Oh. Could that be......)
My eyes were instantly stolen by the merchandise displayed at a storefront we were passing by.
Seeing this, Clavis-san, who had been escorting me, suddenly leaned his face close and whispered right against my ear.
Clavis: Quite irresistible, isn't it?
Emma: ......!
The sultry tone of his voice, entirely unsuited for the middle of the day, sent a jolt through me, causing me to reflexively cover my ear with my hand.
(I can't believe he noticed.)
(That I was just thinking about how startled someone would be if that fell right on top of their head......)
Emma: ......Lately, no matter what I look at, all I can think about is whether or not it could be used for a trap.
While I felt conflicted over my own transformation, a look of pure delight washed over Clavis-san's handsome face.
Clavis: Splendid. I knew all along that you had the aptitude for this......
Clavis: How does it feel to have stepped over to "this side"?
Emma: I'm still a long way off from reaching your level, Clavis-san.
Clavis: Watching you lately, I highly doubt that, you know?
(It's true that my head has been completely filled with ideas for what kinds of traps to set lately.)
(Almost as if I'm trying to compete with Clavis-san......)
..
It all started with a conversation we had a few days ago.
Clavis: Don't you ever feel like you want to spring more traps on me?
Emma: Eh?
Emma: Where is this coming from all of a sudden?
Clavis: On my birthday, you always go all out celebrating me with traps, don't you?
Clavis: But traps are meant to be a much more casual, everyday part of life.
Emma: I suppose so. ......Thanks to you, Clavis-san, it certainly feels that way.
Clavis: Oh, there is no need for thanks. Adding a touch of excitement to your daily life is my personal pleasure, after all.
Clavis: You don't have to hold back either, you know? It wouldn't bother me in the slightest if you set traps for me as part of your regular routine.
Emma: ......
Emma: I pretty much understand what you're trying to say, Clavis-san.
Emma: But I can't just go around setting traps all the time. Please give up on that idea.
Clavis: Hmm, that is a pity...... Though you are quite adorable when you enter this prickly, absolute defense mode.
Emma: Oh, stop poking my cheek like that...... Hehe.
At that exact moment, what I was actually thinking on the inside was—
..
("I am absolutely going to do it.")
(Setting traps on his birthday is my way of showing him love.)
(The fact that he wants them as part of our regular routine means...... Clavis-san just wants to be loved even more.)
When I stole a glance at him out of the corner of my eye, my gaze collided with his golden eyes, almost as if he had been waiting for me.
Clavis: It seems you're finished reminiscing, Emma?
Emma: ......W-what are you talking about?
Clavis: Haha, if you want to keep it a secret, I won't force it out of you.
Clavis: But when my fiancée is spacing out right beside me, it reflects poorly on my charms.
Clavis: Hold on, this newly formulated perfume will pull your awareness right back to me in an instant—
Emma: I-I'm perfectly fine! I won't look at anyone but you from now on, Clavis-san!
Emma: Besides, if you end up attracting all the people passing us by as well...... I'll get jealous.
(Honestly, what is he thinking, saying things like this right in the middle of a busy street?)
(But I had no choice if I wanted to stop that horrific stench from spreading any further......)
Clavis: With you clinging to me and pleading so sorrowfully, I suppose I have no choice but to postpone the debut of my perfume.
Surely fully aware of my true intentions, Clavis-san tucked the small vial he had pulled out back into his pocket.
Then, he dropped a kiss onto my temple, his lips curving upward into an amused smile.
Clavis: However, I've officially secured your word that you'll "only look at Clavis-san," you know?
Emma: ......Of course.
(I feel like he just played me like a fiddle again.)
When I tightly squeezed the arm I had wrapped through his to close the distance between us, Clavis-san laughed with deep satisfaction.
(I wonder if the day will ever come when I can actually outsmart Clavis-san.)
(Even though I've been setting traps for him every single day since that conversation, my record is zero wins and total defeat.)
A jack-in-the-box, confetti, glowing dishes...... All the various contraptions I had failed with flashed through my mind.
(I remember Cyran-san offered to help me because he couldn't bear to watch me keep losing.)
(And the townspeople too...... even right now.)
(With the sheer intensity in their eyes, they're letting me know they're ready to help me take him down a peg whenever I need it.)
(......But this time, I want to succeed all on my own.)
Clavis: Oops, watch your step.
Emma: Eh—
I instinctively braced myself, but all that lay at my feet was a tiny pebble, and Clavis-san smoothly escorted me past it so I wouldn't step on it.
(I thought it was a pitfall trap......)
Emma: Thank you, that was a big help.
Clavis: Have you fallen for me all over again?
His narrow-eyed smile and his sophisticated behavior were all so incredibly dashing that I found myself nodding honestly.
Emma: Yes...... very much so.
Clavis: ......I see. So utilizing tension and release is effective for bringing out Emma's sweet side......
Seeing Clavis-san analyze me so seriously even while fooling around brought an involuntary smile to my lips.
(Clavis-san loves me from the bottom of his heart.)
(And because of that, I never want this man—who craves being loved more than anyone else—to feel like he isn't getting enough affection.)
Reaffirming my own feelings, I made up my mind.
(It's about time I used my ace in the hole.)
—
One evening after dinner, I stood up from my chair and slipped around behind Clavis-san.
Emma: If it's all right, let me massage your shoulders.
The moment I softly placed my hands on both his shoulders and applied some pressure, a contented sigh escaped his lips.
Clavis: Precise pressure and perfect placement on my acupoints...... You never cease to amaze me, Emma. But what brought on this sudden whim?
Emma: I heard you were incredibly busy today.
Filled with affection, I gently wrapped my arms around his well-proportioned frame from behind, holding him close.
Emma: I simply wanted to show you some appreciation, Clavis-san.
Clavis: ......Honestly, you truly are far too adorable, you know?
Muttering tenderly, Clavis-san turned around, closing the distance between our faces in an instant—
(Now's my chance......!)
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Part 2
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