Well, the end is here. I can’t honestly believe I just finished translating this book. It has been a very long journey. I bought this book in January while I was still living in Japan as an exchange student in a bookshop in the center of Sendai. Not long after I got the idea to translate it and started working on it. It was really hard work in the beginning, as my Japanese wasn’t stellar and I often wanted to bash my head in, but I made it work, and here we are today.
Thank you to everybody who has been with this story from the very start, and I hope you have enjoyed the ride.
Well, then, let us proceed to the grand finale.
P.S. don’t read this in any public space, cuz this is gonna get steamy as fuck…
Whispering in a darkly sweet voice, Kishoh pushed his hips. Even over nightclothes the furious excitement was transmitted and Sekka's cheeks were dyed in red.
"Tonight We will not go easy on you. Be prepared."
Just as soon as they were laying on the bed, Kishoh laid on top of him.
While going towards the bedroom they had also been exchanging kisses, and Sekka who felt like he was melting accepted the man's weight. It was hard to be apart even for a moment, and wanting to be even closer, he himself encircled his arms around Kishoh's back.
"We've trained you to every pleasure, have made you lose your head…We wanted you to become unable to separate from Us."
"…that has already happened."
Aside from Kishoh, there might be someone who could give him pleasure that overcame his self-respect and reason. However, of course, pleasure was not the only thing Sekka desired.
"But, this is not only because of lovemaking…"
It was because Kishoh was dear to him. When Sekka appealed to him with cheeks dyed red in shyness, lips that had risen in a smile fell on his. He was pecked at in a cherishing way, his lips were traced by the tip of a tongue, and then Kishoh again began to kiss him.
The fleshy tongue entered rubbing his palate, and caressing the soft membranes. With the kiss that felt as if Kishoh was trying to swallow him whole, his expectation and fear towards tonight's coitus intermingled.
His whole body pulsed like it had become part of his heart. Just by being kissed, the center of his lower body was sweetly titillated, and became moist here and there.
Hotly, sweetly…like he was melting. It was the same be it his fingers or skin, it happened just by a part of his body being touched.
There was too much saliva for him to drink, and it trickled down from the corners of his lips. Kishoh's pursuing lips fell on his neck, and sweet shivers ran over him.
Had he become so extremely sensitive because there had been an affirmation of their affection? His whole body trembled just from Kishoh carding his hair with careful movements of his fingers, and stroking his forehead and ears.
While Sekka was intoxicated by the aftertaste of the kiss, his belt was unfastened, and his nightclothes were opened. His bare chest was touched by a large hand, and he shuddered.
"They've become hard from just a kiss."
He'd been aware that his chest had stiffened, but it was embarrassing for it to be pointed out. He could do nothing about the extensions on his skin, the one who had turned that part of his body into an organ that produced pleasure was Kishoh.
"Are you planning to shift the responsibility on Us?"
His erect nipples were squeezed by two fingers and twisted hard, making a high-pitched shriek spill from him. Looking down at Sekka who was struggling with a disheveled breath, Kishoh partly closed his eyes in amusement.
"Unlike you, this part is honest. Your buds are completely stiff."
As if Kishoh was making the hardness of Sekka's stiff nipples known, he tightly squashed them. Even though Sekka had experienced it several times, the feeling he got from his chest was embarrassing. Outside of the abashed Sekka's control, every time Kishoh's fingers moved on his chest, there was a little burst of pleasure that pierced his lower extremities.
"N..o, aa…aaa, don't…don't…ah"
Sekka shook his head in denial, but Kishoh caressed both of his buds with increasing enthusiasm. As the feeling increased, an illicit heat gathered between his legs. It was not just the tip of his length, the sensation of wetness extended to the depths of his flower lips, and he became unable to stand his own lewdness.
"Is it really such a bad thing? Isn't it your favorite place? Well now, try to finish."
The tips of the plucked nipples were dug into with nails, and Sekka came lightly while making a sound like he was on the verge of expiring. He had not ejaculated, but his whole body was damp with sweat, and his snow white skin was flushed the color of cherry blossoms.
As his shoulders trembled in intoxication, Kishoh smiled suggestively.
"Looks like that felt good. Let's make them even cuter, shall we?"
Lowering his face, Kishoh stuck to Sekka's right bud. He traced the red tinted areola with the tip of his tongue, put the nipple between his lips, and sucked the stiff tip.
"They have a pleasant texture. Makes Us want to suck on them for a long time."
Despite just the touch of the breath being unbearable, each time Kishoh spoke his lips and tongue disorderly brushed against Sekka's nipples, agonizing him. If he continued to suck them any longer, he would die.
During this the left nipple was skillfully caressed by being pinched and kneaded with fingers. Increasing the tempo both of his buds were teased at the same time, tormenting him with numbing pleasure. His mouth opened of its own accord, and he let out a shameful sound.
Right now his flower stem was completely erect, and shuddered as it produced pre-ejaculate. When he moved trying to escape the pleasure at least a little bit, he felt the sensation of overflowing nectar. It trickled down the shaft, wetting the thin underbrush.
He was getting so wet…like this…
The untouched secret lips behind the flower stem were as wet as if they were melting, gushing out love juices till they dripped onto the bedding. Furthermore, it trickled to the lower flower bud that was repeatedly greedily opening and shutting close.
For the previous Sekka, the prince, the organ that pointed to the fact he was also a woman was just abominable. However, starting with the moment Kishoh had uncovered his secret, he had a feeling he had finally begun to accept his own faulty body that was neither male nor female.
Because, of course, he'd been caressed there by Kishoh, and had become accustomed to having the dildo used, he had become able to attain pleasure from there as well. However, up till now he had never once received Kishoh himself there.
He wanted it…here as well…
Just as Kishoh's ferocious aroused part came to his mind, he was filled with shiver inducing, maddening desire. He wanted that heat that mercilessly tore his body to pieces, and burned him to nothing with pleasure from the inside. It was not just carnal desire, parts of his body throbbed in desire for Kishoh, making Sekka needy to a painful degree.
"What are you thinking of?"
Suddenly Kishoh took hold of a nipple with his teeth, and pulled it powerfully without mercy. Pierced by the unexpected pain and pleasure, finally the worked up desire burst out.
Sekka came, releasing a sweet sound. White honeydew scattered on his smooth skin. However, though he had ejaculated, the desperate desire that made his lower body throb had not abated even one bit.
"You attained pleasure just from your chest."
As Sekka took disheveled breaths, Kishoh whispered seemingly happy, and his lips fell on Sekka's forehead. While Kishoh kissed his brow and eyes, both of his legs were opened widely. There was nothing to hide, everything became laid bare.
The air that touched his skin felt awfully chilly, and he realized how hotly worked up he himself was. Unable to endure it Sekka closed his eyes, but he could distinctly feel Kishoh's gaze that was twining around him.
"You're sopping wet. It's steadily brimming over…"
It was needless to say which place was it. Being right in front of Kishoh's eyes, his flower lips twitched again, and overflowed with juices. Despite it being so embarrassing his breath could stop, there was also nothing he could do.
The sopping wet flower petals were parted open, and Sekka shook a little. The endless nectar gushed out from his melting secret flower, wetting the man's finger.
A long finger was inserted in the gap between his flower petals. While it slowly rubbed his flower creases, it sank to the base. His ripe insides quivered happily, and wrapped around the man's finger.
The finger was moved back and forth shallowly within his secret flower, and Sekka's lower body bent loosely back and forth bewitchingly. Despite the fact that previously even taking one finger had been painful, now there was only sweet melting pleasure. Far from that, the depths that were being caressed by a finger throbbed fervently.
Was he feeling this way? His length that had released once had not even had the time to droop, and was shaking covered in honeydew. It was not the usual state of excitement, but he was scared. As the finger was drawn out, his inner flesh constricted as if it was starving.
He wanted it…not fingers, but something bigger…
"It looks like you're very sensitive tonight."
Kishoh had also noticed that Sekka was more discomposed than he had ever been before. Kishoh narrowed his eyes not in ridicule or disgust, but like he thought the Sekka who had been disheveled by his own hands was the most adorable. Encouraged by the warm gaze that encompassed him, shaking off his hesitation Sekka opened his mouth.
"…here as well, please, put your manhood here…"
"If it's not disagreeable to you…" as he said is a shyly trembling voice, Kishoh growled a little from the depths of his throat.
"How could it be disagreeable? However, your body is a bit too narrow to receive Us. As it's impossible, We do not wish to hurt you."
Realizing Kishoh was feeling anxious about his immature body, his feeling of desire for Kishoh grew all the more stronger. Momentarily not knowing the right thing to say, he bashfully rubbed his knees together, and resolutely appealed to Kishoh.
"Even so, I want it…I'm so wet because I want you…"
Just by putting his knees up, and having his legs open, he felt the sensation of flower nectar overflowing again. Embarrassing. Shameful. If he had the pride of a prince, he would probably not act in this manner. However, even though he thought it improper, he wanted Kishoh inside of him.
Being asked that with a serious expression, Sekka answered with a feeble, however, clear voice.
"Even if you change your mind in the middle, We probably won't be able to stop."
"I don't mind…please put it inside of me."
He was prepared to devote all of himself to Kishoh. As he gazed straight ahead, Kishoh took a breath with a puff as if in acceptance.
Lost? As his eyelashes flickered, Kishoh covered Sekka's lips as if hiding his embarrassment. Immediately a hot tongue was put inside, and licked as if it was tasting everything.
After he had amply caressed his oral cavity, Kishoh raised his head.
Just as soon as he had ordered in a low voice, he took hold of Sekka's knees raising his lower body, and buried his head between Sekka's legs. Feeling a tongue touch his flower lips, Sekka froze in shock.
"No…, sto…oop, It's d…ty…"
Sekka hadn't had a thought about being caressed in such a place by a tongue, and he began to panic. The man who boasted the imperial body was kowtowing between his legs, and his tongue was crawling in the most embarrassing part of his body. Sekka could not believe it.
"We're doing this because We do not want to injure you…bear with it."
Kishoh whispered in a muffled voice, and Sekka swallowed the rest of his words. No matter how embarrassing it was, he had to bear it for the sake of joining with Kishoh.
His flower lips were licked by a wet tongue, and he shivered in pleasure. Every time the man's tongue flickered there, a numbing heat ran through him.
Making an obscenely wet noise, the tongue slipped inside the flower lips. Squirming like a living thing, it traced his soft creases, and he was agonized by it in shame and pleasure.
It was embarrassing, it felt good, and it was like the inside of his head was boiling. Love juices gushed from his secret flower so that they overflowed with it. Kishoh pushed his tongue even deeper, soundly licking and slurping.
The tapered tongue was inserted and pulled out with an unchanging thrusting motion. In his innermost depths intense pleasure erupted, and Sekka tightly closed his eyes, moaning disconnectedly.
"Did you come from just this?"
In Kishoh's voice that was holding back a smile, was knowledge that Sekka had come just from the caresses of his secret flower. Despite the fact he should be accustomed to sex, he had no endurance. Asking himself whether he had not incurred Kishoh's displeasure, Sekka drew back his body in worry.
"It's not something to apologize for. Our privilege as your husband is a duty to give you pleasure. It's fine for you to come if you like it."
"Let Us see your adorable expression," Kishoh whispered in an alluring voice while inserting a finger in the slushy secret lips.
As Kishoh stirred the honey jar that had just climaxed, Sekka's hips sprang up. The ripe flower creases squirmed as if appealing 'faster, we want it'.
"It has thoroughly melted…it should be fine like this."
Kishoh muttered, as if to himself, and pulled out his finger. Throwing off his clothes, other than the bandage wrapped around his left arm, there were no new injuries on the man's uncovered body, and Sekka could at least sigh in relief at that.
"We have desired all of you."
Whispering in a voice tinged with heat, Kishoh lifted both of Sekka's legs unto his arms. The large size and hardness of the gun barrel pressed against his flower petals made Sekka shudder.
Maybe because it had been a long time, Kishoh was frightfully excited. Soon, this part of Kishoh will enter inside of him. The fear about whether he would be able to take it and the anticipation towards the yet unknown intermixed, and his heartbeat quickened to the point of pain.
While he was being kissed enthusiastically, his flower lips were rubbed by the fiercely rigid part. His hipbones felt sweetly numb, and his inner parts twinged as if they were a bow drawn to its limit. His flower petals that were tormented by flames of desire stuck to Kishoh's length by themselves, trying to entice it inside.
The tip of the very long towering shaft thrust inside. As it prized open his melting flower lips, Sekka archly bent backwards at the pleasure of his walls being rubbed vigorously.
The size was incomparable to fingers or the sex toy Kishoh had been using up till now. The pain of being deflowered was there, but it was surpassed by his joy at being joined with Kishoh.
Although his frail part was being subjugated, his skin was covered in gooseflesh from the shiver inducing pleasant feeling. However, before long Sekka felt the sensation of something being hit, and Kishoh stopped moving.
"Endure for a little bit."
While Sekka had not yet understood what he had said, accumulating strength, Kishoh pushed in once again. Making a squelching wet noise, the thing preventing penetration was quickly pierced through.
Despite his chastity being broken, there was not that much pain. The place pierced by the scorching heat of the rod ached in desire. That feeling gradually turned into a maddening sense of impatience, tormenting Sekka. He wanted it deeper, much deeper.
While soothing Sekka in a remarkably sweeter voice than usual, Kishoh penetrated him to his very depths. It was so big he felt scared. But though he was scared, the feeling was good.
"…it's inside. Are you alright?"
Having sunk in to the root, Kishoh took a breath in relief. The severe feeling of abundance and the robust throbbing made it known that he had been conquered to the deepest part of his depths.
As Sekka was unable to answer and could only merely gasp, his hair, cheek and shoulders were caressed anxiously. His skin had become intensely sensitive, and just by being touched, ripple like shivers ran over him.
Strange. The secret flower pierced by Kishoh was soaking wet, and the inner part had become heated. As he twisted his body roused by the pricking of an impatient, suffocating sensation, the parts intensely glued to Kishoh's virality were rubbed.
Vivid pleasure that left him unable to not cry out flickered through him. Despite it being his first time receiving a man, his wet flirtatious flesh gleefully ate up that part of Kishoh's body.
"Sekka? Are you feeling it?"
"Aa…aah, no way…no, ah, aah…ye….yes"
Was it no, or was it yes, he himself did not know. Just by Kishoh moving slightly, countless flashes went through his head.
After he had gone rigid like had frozen, his whole body convulsed.
"Ah, did you finish just from this part? It looks like no matter which part, our compatibility is good."
Kishoh was saying something, but the best Sekka could do was just to take breaths. The honeydew liquid that had scattered on his abdomen was scooped up by a finger, and his body that had been shivering in pleasure tightened around Kishoh.
"Ah…Aaah, imp…ossible, not yet…"
Immediately, the next wave tried to come around. Supported by the place their hips were tied together, Sekka's body undulated bewitchingly. His flower stem that had clearly released its seed had remained upright, and was endlessly dripping white honeydew.
"N…o, ah, aa….it won't en…"
Even though he came and came, there was no end. He was endlessly seething in pleasure. Unable to do anything about it himself, he thought 'scary' and 'save me', and clung to the shoulders right in front of his eyes.
"It's alright. We'll only let you taste things you like."
Embracing the bewildered Sekka, Kishoh placed his lips on Sekka's wet eyes. As he matched the movements of the slender hips, gently inserted and extracted, he sent his shaft inside.
"Aa…aah, that…, n…o, I'm….coming, uu…uuh"
The flirtatious flesh that had become sensitive due to climaxing was rubbed by the jutting point of the large rod. Sekka's whole body sprang up like a fish on lad at the intense pleasure.
He could not even take a breath at the sensation that his female organ was tasting for the first time. Was being gouged by a large shaft, this good as well? It held a different pleasure compared to when his lower flower had been penetrated.
Having come many times in a row, his breathing had become faint. Despite having become numb till his fingertips, and filled with a sense of intoxication, only his lower body that was pierced by Kishoh swayed in greediness.
Muttering with a groan, Kishoh covered his lips. His tongue was entwined with, lewdly sucked on, and the wet sound it made pounded in his eardrums. It was like the insides of his body were melting like honey.
Kishoh initiated an all-out rhythm. Unlike when he had been matching Sekka's rhythm earlier, these were vigorous, bold movements.
"Soon it will be Our turn. Savor it to your heart's content."
Every time Kishoh dragged it out in a big way and then hammered it in, the abundantly flowing love juices scattered. Despite it being the first time, his elastic flower creases had completely grown accustomed to a man's shape, and were snuggling up to it.
When he thought whether his sensitive place had been stabbed repeatedly, he made a sound as his honey jar was stirred on purpose, and a burning pleasure spread inside of him. Soon he had approached the point where he did not know which wave of pleasure was this.
"Ah, h…ho, ho…t, inside, ahh…"
Somehow wantonly, he entreated with his mouth that had become unable to move eloquently. As he threw back his head and tightened around the swollen thing he was holding deep inside himself, Kishoh groaned deeply.
Kishoh was feeling it too. Filled with a heated desire to come together, Sekka wrapped his arms and legs around the strong body.
"Pleas…e, ahh…ahh, together…"
The appeal had been mixed with gasps, but it seemed Kishoh had understood him. Just by letting out a sigh, there was an indication of a smile on Kishoh's face as his hand dipped behind Sekka's back, and he hugged him closely.
Kishoh's rhythm became all the more furious. In response to the increase in speed and depth, he put strength into the arms clinging to the man's body so that they wouldn't be shaken off.
"Ann, aah…ahhh, already…"
From the depths of his secret flower, pleasure was being forced up as if it was surging. Swallowed by luscious quivers it was not worth to resist, Sekka reached the peak for the umpteenth time.
As a hint that Kishoh's breath had been taken away, the strong muscles under Sekka's palm on Kishoh's back had stiffened. The desire that had breached him to his very depths had swelled to it's limit.
Although it won't bear fruit, he wanted to accept Kishoh's seed with his body as a proof of their love. As Sekka was taken by this earnest thought, his walls that were trembling in climax swallowed the swollen rod they were wrapping and pressing around.
As if forcing up his insides, a ferocious heat burst open. The thick male seed struck his flirtatious flesh, forcing him to reach another climax.
Sekka was corroded to his fingertips by consciousness burning pleasure. His flower creases that trembled in climax were delighted by the male seed they received for the first time, squirming, as if devouring it.
"Your insides are…tremendous."
Kishoh murmured in wonder, using his sturdy hips to spread his seed even deeper. When he had finished pouring in the last drop, he sighed in satisfaction.
"With this, all of you belong to Us."
With the vast amount of semen pumped inside of him, Sekka felt as if his belly had become heavy. Inside of his body a part Kishoh's was soaking in, and he was intoxicated by the euphoric feeling of having melted into one.
Kishoh called his name in a voice unable to suppress his emotions, and covered his lips. Sekka opened his mouth on his own, and invited the man's tongue inside, actively responding.
The length piercing his flower lips was pulled out in one stroke. The male stem that was covered in love juices had not gone down one bit, but had retained its indomitable shape.
Seeing Kishoh's excitement right in front of his eyes, Sekka's eyes gradually became wet. The long neglected lower flower gasped as if saying 'I want it'. Right after he had been satisfied till his fingertips, a new desire filled his heart.
"Have you been satisfied?"
Kishoh enquired as if seeing right through him. Those eyes were filled with unabated desire that spoke of wanting to see Sekka himself demand to be ravished. As he thought how sly of Kishoh it was, at the same time his chest fluttered at the joy of being able to demand that.
Kishoh had said that it was his duty as a husband to give Sekka pleasure. If so, then, in answer to Kishoh's request, it was his duty as the 'wife' to please him. The aftertaste of climax and an exaltation of mutual love made Sekka more daring than he had ever been before.
Sekka fervently shook his head, and rose from the mattress. Even though he was biting his lips in embarrassment, he turned his back to Kishoh and raised his hips.
He opened his knees that were placed on the mattress, and exposed his flower bud that had become sopping wet due to the overflowing love juices. Feeling Kishoh's gaze on that twitching place, his whole body became hot as if it was boiling.
"That's true. Doing it halfway is unfair to your little bud."
As he thought his buttocks would tightly grabbed hold of, a fierce stiffness was pressed against his narrow entrance that was shamefully anxious. With a wet sound the tip was thrust into his flower bud.
Before he was prepared for it, he was penetrated to his deepest part in one go. While the feeling of climax in his honey jar had yet not cooled, this time the male stem was driven in his lower flower, and Sekka reached his peak from merely the one thrust.
His limbs had gone taut, and shivered with the gaze of a howling wolf. His soft creases that were reverberating in climax constricted around the very deeply drilled swollen thing, and behind him there was a sign that Kishoh was holding his breath.
"…you are very cunning, aren't you?"
"It's like you're exploiting Us," Kishoh smiled wryly. He did not give Sekka any more time to soak in the aftertaste and began a rhythm. Grabbing hold of his trembling hips, Sekka's body swayed in response.
So big. Despite it being the second time, Kishoh had been ferociously boiling. Tossed around by the movements that knew nothing about exhaustion, Sekka cried and gasped at the familiar mind-numbing pleasure. The flower bud that had been waiting impatiently happily swallowed the rigid shaft it had finally received, and tempted it deeper and deeper.
"No matter which part is it, your body is really wanton."
Thrust into powerfully, and stirred up, Sekka was thrown into the abyss of pleasure. Every place the thick flesh rubbed his walls felt good. As the hard, straining flower stem between his legs shook in rhythm with the thrusts, it incessantly shed tears of joy.
"Now then, let Us make this place cute as well."
A finger was sunk into the flower lips that had been full of Kishoh himself earlier. While using his hips, Kishoh also dug around his honey jar, causing sparks of pleasure.
"Aaaa…, aaa…, not…., there…"
The finger tormenting his flower lips and the rigid shaft drilling his lower flower touched against each other over his delicate walls. Coupling the movements of the hips and the finger, and sometimes changing the rhythm on purpose, Kishoh disheveled Sekka.
"Ha, aa.., aaah, if…you, if you do it like that, I can't…"
Stirred in the impatient place by the jutting tip, he gasped in bewilderment. As the two places where his pleasure was the densest were tormented at the same time, sordid lava like hot mass was forced up from the depths of his body.
Using his whole majestic length, Kishoh unsparingly rubbed the soft creases. As Sekka thought had he had sunk so deep he had stirred his very depths, his weak spot was kneaded by a swollen tip, and furthermore the finger that had been sunk into his honey jar was rapidly thrust in and out, leading Sekka to an even more elevated height.
Assaulted by breath stopping pleasure, his whole body sprang up nervously. His soft creases that were trembling in climax intensely drew the swollen object inside of them to its limit.
Kishoh groaned with a tangle in his voice, and released his desire. His flower creases that were in the midst of a climax were made wet by the intermittingly striking sprays of scorching heat.
The place that was violated by the thick male seed was assaulted by a burning sensation. Sekka's whole body was squeezed out, but from his flower lips drops of clear juices gushed out with a wet sopping noise.
He screamed at the unexpected situation, but Kishoh pushed up without a care. As if trying to impregnate him, Kishoh accustomed the soft creases to his hot seed and sent it deep inside.
As his dripping wet slippery insides were rubbed, the climax continued on and on. While his flower bud was filled to the extreme, love juices ended up continuously spouting into the air.
It was so, so embarrassing, he wanted to disappear. He understood it was because he was feeling it too much, but the feeling was too similar to wetting one's pants.
Once he had finished pouring it till the last drop, Kishoh gently undid their connection. He easily turned Sekka's body around, and gently embraced him.
"It looks like that felt good for you."
As Sekka answered in a whisper feeling like had expired, Kishoh wiped his wet cheeks in a consoling way.
"There's no need to apologize. We were satisfied by being able to see your charming figure."
Apparently in a good mood, Kishoh cleaned up the mess they made with a silk cloth. Unable to move well enough after the continuous climaxes, even though Sekka thought 'I'm sorry', he remained in place.
At last Kishoh embraced Sekka, and spoke looking at him earnestly.
His cheek was held by a large palm, and lips fell on his forehead. They passed his temple and eyes, and covered his lips.
As if affirming their mutual affection, the brushing kisses were repeated many times.
"We have stolen everything from you. And so, the one to give you everything also must be Us."
The words were arrogant, but Sekka saw sincere passion residing in Kishoh's gaze. It wasn't only a desire for atonement, he felt the true affection.
It was the first time he had called Kishoh's name. Filled with a sweet sense of happiness, he could say nothing more than that. Instead of words, tears brimmed from Sekka's eyes.
"In this lifetime, We will never let go of you."
Whispering in a heated voice, Kishoh wiped away Sekka's tears with his lips. The arm hugging him was full of strength, and Sekka let out a sigh, spellbound by the pleasant feeling of their naked skin touching.
He wondered whether his mother would forgive him for falling in love and being loved by the bitter enemy who had overthrown their home country and had led their family to death. Or would she despair at her son who could neither carry out his revenge, nor restore Ka.
"No matter what, you have to survive!"
Her words at the time of his escape from the Imperial Palace, he thought those had been the words of a mother and not an Empress. Her order of handing down Ka and the family to Sekka, her entrusting Sekka with a mission, could also be taken as being for the sake of Sekka's survival. Of course, it was probably just an interpretation convenient to Sekka.
…please forgive me, mother.
Even though it was shameful and sinful, he loved this man.
For the current Sekka, inside Kishoh's arms was the place he wished to spend his life in.
In Yoh's history the rule of Ryuu Kishoh who is known as the ancestor who rejuvenated the dynasty is the period of 'the Blazing Emperor'.
During his long reign Yoh's territory had been increased to the maximum, and prosperity had been brought by importing the cultures of the surrounding countries.
Among the subjugated countries only Ka, by the grace of its last Imperial Princess becoming the Blazing Emperor's Empress, had its autonomy recognized, and had protected its peculiar culture.
It has been passed down that by the Blazing Emperor's side, for a thousand years there had always only been the figure of the exaltedly beautiful Empress.
That was probably one of the hottest things I’ve ever read, be it m/m or m/f. I think through the three smut scenes in this book, the author has covered almost all bases of straight and gay smut writing, except for rimming.
But in all honesty, this has been a very good story, and I have enjoyed it very much, both reading it in Japanese and translating it.
But what’s next in store for this one-woman translation team? I’ve already started slowly working on preparing the next book for translating, I think I should be able to release a sneak peek of it, a part of the prologue, sometime this week.
Again thanks to everyone who has been reading this story, I couldn’t have preserved on to finish this if there weren’t people who enjoyed reading this. I hope you stick around for the next story, and hopefully the ones after that.
I’ll leave you with this cute picture from the end of the book, while I go work on transcribing the kanji in the next one. See you soon~
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