Yasashī Shinjitsu to Seiryaku Kekkon Volume 1 Chapter 1
All hail my first editorial? Machine Translate and Editing? I'm not sure.
I stumbled upon this one whilst reading another one, and thought I should go for it - with Google Translate's help of course. So it is, most likely, wrong, but I have done my best to turn it from somewhat legible to hopefully something that flows nicely in the mind. I dunno the sypnosis, we all will figure together. The t.i.tle according to Google sensei is Easy Truth and Political Marriage by Fujisawa Miya - make of that what you will.
It is also R-15 or R-18. Whichever it is; it is NSFW right from the get go. You have been warned, take necessary precautions and don't blame me if your eyes fall out.
Yasashī Shinjitsu to Seiryaku Kekkon Vol
I Chapter 1
‘I
love you, Matilda,’
I opened my eyes to the voice whispering in my ear. In the moonlight, a man was
looking down at me with heated eyes. Leandroth Levan Bareshaiaga: My arranged intended, the young
emperor of the Bareshaiaga Empire.
‘Huh…?’
I replied surprised and misty eyed, but the Leandroth floating in the moonlight
smiled softly,
‘I love you.’
As I try to speak, my lips are stopped with a soft kiss.
And then he vanishes.
A dream?
This could only be a dream.
Because the wedding was two months
away!
◇
It took ten days to travel from her
country to Bareshaiaga.
She arrived late at night so the
audience with the Emperor should have been short.
But here he was in her appointed bedroom, gazing at Matilda with a wide smile
that seemed to reach his eyes,
‘Feel at ease and rest,’ he said to
her.
This
feels familiar, she thought to herself.
Suddenly, his face moved closer and
she was being kissed. She stiffened in surprised, and tried to break free. Her
closed lips were relentlessly licked, her body started to move somewhat. Her
eyes watered. It was painful. She could not breathe, she opened and tried to
turn her face to take in some air but her mouth was invaded by his tongue. She teared up as little shivers ran
through her body. Suddenly she was on the bed being caressed over her night
clothes. His kisses deepened and their
breathing became rough.
‘…’ I cannot breathe, she thought. Whilst she was struggling with lack of air,
he broke away; she looked at his heated gaze with confusion. He touched her
b.r.e.a.s.t.s and announced in rough heated tones,
‘I like these,’ as he fondled them,
pleasurable shivers ran down her body, gently increasing in intensity. She’s
always disliked her b.r.e.a.s.t.s; they were like two large apples stuck to her
chest. The sensations intensified as he kneaded her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, rubbed his palms
against her nipples, and kissed her. Although, she was reluctant, she had no
mastery over her body and she got hotter.
He pinched her nipples and her body trembled.
‘Matilda,’ he whispered. Through the haze of confused desire, a question arose
in her head: Is it really the emperor? Is this man truly the Bareshaiaga emperor?
This could not be real. It could not be him.
‘Call me Leann (Zuben: I am a.s.suming p.r.o.nounced like Leanne.
Actually, he’ll be Leanne from now on),
Mattie,’ he said smiling gently.
Could it be the Emperor? She couldn’t speak;
her mouth was sealed by his kissing onslaught. Her head was getting light and she was
overcome with a floaty feeling.
No way, is it a dream? She wondered. Hot hands gripped her legs and gently
parted them, Leandroth approached; his face at her centre. Her night clothes
were hiked up and underwear removed before she could even mount a protest. She
tried to cover her shameful place but she was stopped, he could feel his hot
breath against her just before she was sucked on gently. She felt his tongue
lick her along her opening.
‘Ah…please, stop!’ She cried, but he did not listen. Her petals were slightly swollen and coated
with nectar. His tongue moved around parting her, entering her. She felt dizzy
with the pleasure. In all her twenty-six years of life, this was her first time
experiencing this kind of thing.
The only intimacy she’s ever shared were kisses with her parents and brothers.
‘Ahn~!’ she cried, as strange deeply
pleasurable sensations ran up and down her spine, electrifying her skin. His caress continued – he lapped up her nectar
like it was sweet honey while stroking her inner thigh.
The sound of his licking was audible in the room. The sensations causing her to
twist and turn, it was so intense. Matilda
covered her mouth with her hands to stop herself from crying out. Her
arms squeezing her swollen b.r.e.a.s.t.s with her nipples erect. She was mortified at
her reactions, but she was too weak to resist.
His hot tongue plunged deep into her, more nectar overflowed; she could feel
leak out of her.
She did not like the feeling, but she could not resist crying out,
‘Fuuu~Ahn!’
Why? Isn’t this kind of thing only to be done after marriage? Why start as soon
as she arrived? She could not figure it out. She felt like crying. She had no
intention for such a relationship.
Something was inserted slowly into her tight wet cavern. Matilda shut her eyes tightly at the
new invasion. It is pulled out and pushed back in slowly. It hurt.
Maybe it's a finger.
This is the first time she’d ever been touched down there; she’d never done it
before outside of washing. Why was this happening?
It was suddenly painful; she took a deep breath and cried out,
‘No! Stop it!’
But he at her protests he whispered in
her ear his hot breath arousing her despite the discomfort,
‘I like it. It feels to so good.’
‘Stop it!’ She cried. But he did not stop.
She squirmed and cried, tossed her head left to right as the discomfort in her
lower abdomen grew.
Am I to become a woman? I don’t want to.
Someone help!
◇
She shot up in her bed.
There was a slight discomfort in her lower abdomen, but it was not terribly
painful like last night.
She looked down at herself and realised she was still wearing her travel
clothes from last night.
‘Huh?’ She had not been disturbed. She hitched up her skirt, but could not find
any strange strains; blood or otherwise.
‘A dream?’
No way-Not true. It seemed so real! But the Emperor of the great Barenshiaga
could not behave in such a manner.
--- I love you.
--- I love you.
‘~Hng!’ she groaned, her face turning red.
It was a dream. Absolutely.
Was she losing her mind?
Was she hoping the Emperor would have special feelings for her, despite only
meeting him a few times in large social gatherings? Is that why she was having
such vivid dreams?
This was so embarra.s.sing. Her red face suddenly turned paled as a new thought
entered her head: Was she a nymphomaniac?! The thought terrified her.
She began to wonder if a s.e.xually wanton nature was sleeping inside her. She
hugged herself, feeling distraught, at a loss for what to do.
◇
Matilda acknowledged the greetings of the palace staff as walked through the
palace corridors, keeping her upturned emotions under a pa.s.sive pale face.
She was led to a luxurious room where the emperor awaited her. The refreshing morning sunshine cast a
glow into the room causing everything to sparkle. In the brightly shining room was the Emperor
of Bareshaiaga, the sunlight surrounding his body and lighting his stunningly
handsome face.
She greeted him with a polite good morning and
a deep curtsy. He replied and bowed to her. After they were seated, he said to
her,
‘You can rest and get used to the new environment before our wedding. I’m sure
you have been very busy with preparations. After our wedding, you will be quite
busy with your royal duties. So please try and relax.’ He said with a polite
smile, Matilda had a tight sensation in her chest; guilt.
‘This room is where I usually take a break and have my meals; my office is
through the door over there. There is also a reception room.’
Leandroth sat on the sofa across from her, his posture seemed relaxed.
‘I asked the staff to brew chrys bud tea. I was told you liked it.’ He said
with a kindly smile. (ED: ‘chys’ is fake ‘cos google sensei called it ‘flower
bud tea’. I thought it was generic and boring.)
A steward came forward with a tea trolley laden with sweets and a large
beautifully ornamented pot of tea. Chrys
bud tea was one of Matilda's favourite teas; she liked it with just a
little honey.
Matilda served the tea, carefully pouring the fragrant liquid into the china
cups; she added a little drop of honey to both cups and stirred. The room was
filled with a lovely aroma. She unconsciously took a deep breath and smiled.
She looked up to notice Leandroth smiling as well, and she felt awkward.
‘Delicious,’ he said taking a sip. She
smiled in agreement,
‘I had it ordered from your country,
as well as the honey.’
‘Oh, how kind. Thank you.’ She said
sweetly as she could muster, mollified.
Her home country, the Icecoreta was
sometimes regarded as the “kitchen or farm” of the Bareshaiaga Empire. The main import to Bareshaiaga from Icecoreta
was food. In reality, Bareshaiaga
produces good quality tea and honey, probably better than Icecoreta. The
southern region produced various kinds of things. Why bother with the expense?
‘I don’t want to feel like you’re missing anything from home, so please if you
have any requests; tell the staff, I have informed them to fulfil your every
requirement.’
Her eyes widened in surprise by the gesture.
‘Thank you. I am very grateful for your thoughtful consideration.’ She said,
carefully speaking. She looked directly at her opponent, but she wanted to look
away from his shiny glare. This twenty-seven year old emperor was so regal and
calm in his shiny aura. His hair was touching his shoulders, but it was neatly
styled and combed. His clothes were of high quality of course, well made, not
decorated heavily decorated and practical. He was tall, with broad shoulders, a
trim waist and long legs. Sitting on the settee he looked like a fantastic
painting, one that would only be improved with some young and beautiful woman
by his side as his wife, not someone like her. Though it was odd, and they did
not suit, it could not be helped. Bareshaiaga was located south of the Ishindrun
Mountains that protect its northern border. Icecoreta, her home country, was almost
surrounded by Bareshaiaga. Although forestry was the main economy of Icecoreta,
under the patronage of the great country Bareshaiaga, they were also strong in
agriculture. It was a small
country that held an army, but could not maintain peace without the cooperation
of Bareshaiaga. Icecoreta’s land area is less than one fifth of Bareshaiaga.
This political marriage only really benefitted Icecoreta. So it was puzzling
why Emperor Leandroth was going along with the whole thing. Bareshaiaga gained
nothing from this union with the Icecoreta royal family. Matilda returned the
tea cup to its saucer without making a sound, a product of her training. She
suddenly could not bear it. But she pulled herself back from depressive
thoughts. She would be a good princess, and wife. Fill the palace with as much
beauty and joy as possible and she will be satisfied with that. If the Emperor
wished to take a mistress or have a whole harem, she could not and would not
complain. Not like she could anyway, the difference in the national strength of
Bareshaiaga and Icecoreta was too great. That was how it must be. She would
like him, but she would not allow herself to love him. She could not endanger
her heart.
And with last night’s dream…a wanton woman hiding inside her…
‘Thank you for taking your time to see
me comfortable even though you are busy.’ She said as she rose from her seat.
Yes, it was a dream. Matilda concluded as she walked calmly to the door. This
room filled with sunlight…This is a dream.
She did not want to or even consider she was a wanton woman who had dreams like
that. She did want to hope for love in this marriage. That dream was far beyond
reality. She wanted to cry.
She stopped at the door and turned. She smiled and buried her heart. Would it
be better to run away? Surely that would make things easier for His Majesty.
And he would not discover this ugly, disgusting woman within her.
Leandro smiled kindly and waved.
She returned the smile, and curtsied. The door was opened and she left the room.
A few words from Zuben:
A lot of sentences I felt were kind of
redundant were deleted. There a few ‘tonal’ changes here and there. I hope it
reads well.
I hope we like Matilda, and wonder of wonders,
they aren't teenagers so whatever they get up to we don’t have to try to feel
icky.
Disclaimer: All pictures are off the
net: Pintrest, Google Images, images not from these places would be referenced.