Suren: Time of Selection

Here is the translation for the R18 version of Koezaru wa Akai Hana: Suren's scene Time of Selection.

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Select: Options ⇀ Events ⇀ Suren ⇀ 選択の時 ⇀ Skips to after the confrontation

When I arrived at the mansion where I heard Suren lived, I was ushered inside without meeting any other family members.

The interior, dominated by darkness, was silent, and only the sound of our footsteps could be heard.

Naala:

(I wonder how many rooms there are.)

Although the moon was hidden by clouds making it impossible to get a full view, from the size of the gate and the length of the corridor it was clear that the facility was spacious enough for someone holding an important position.

Suren:

"So, that's the toilet, and that's the bathhouse."

Naala:

“...”

I don't know what he was thinking, but as soon as we arrived, Suren began to give me a tour of the mansion.

It was better than being attacked out of nowhere, but not being able to tell what his purpose was made all the more frightening.

But then, amid my guarded state, an unexpected suggestion came up, causing me to stop in my tracks.

Suren:

"Oh, this is your room."

Naala:

"What… I have my own room?"

Having prepared myself for being treated like a farm animal, it didn't feel right to be suddenly told that it was my own room.

With a clearly wary face, I asked the man ahead of me.

Suren turned around, looking puzzled by the question, and crossed his arms.

Suren:

"Don't you want your own room? Oh, or would you like to stay with me?"

Naala:

"I'd be happy if I could get one though."

Suren:

"Then this is the place. This room gets the most sunshine."

What on earth is he planning? Maybe he'll get me excited and then turn out to be a torture chamber or something.

Suren was halfway inside the room and beckoned me, and I swallowed.

Naala:

(But even so, I have no choice but to move forward. I have decided to protect Shalu, even if it means using my own body as a shield.)

I let out a breath and took a bold step forward.

I opened my eyes, which I had kept tightly shut in fear, and I expected to see several torture instruments…

Naala:

"...Huh?”

I took one step in and froze.

It wasn't because I was scared, but because I was too confused to react and couldn't move.

Naala:

"There are no torture devices..."

Suren:

"You got some exciting hobbies over there."

Naala:

"I-it’s not like that! But knowing you, I thought for sure you had one or two tools to inflict pain on me, no, a whole room filled with them..."

Suren:

"How rude. I have no interest in hurting my wife."

Naala:

(So ​​what was what you said earlier?)

I wanted to reply, "You're so mean!".

But if I complained now, I might not be able to carry out the punishment on her behalf.

I swallowed the rebuttal I had in my heart and looked around, and my eyes fell on the beautifully made-up bed and furnishings.

It was hard to believe that I had just chosen my room, as everything was already there.

For example, the bedspread was decorated with designs that a woman would like, and there was even a women's makeup box on the shelf.

Naala:

(How do I put it…)

"Did your ex-wife live here too?"

Suren:

"What? This is my first marriage."

Naala:

"So your lover lived there."

Suren:

"I've never been part of such a troublesome relationship."

Naala:

"Oh, so you had women passing through here a lot?"

Suren:

"No, you're the first woman to come in here."

Naala:

"But it seems like there are a lot of women's items..."

Suren:

"!... Who cares about that?"

Naala:

“...”

(I’m not sure, but maybe he had prepared it for his future bride?)

(There's no way this guy would do something so cute)

(Even so, everything looks expensive)

As I was looking around in admiration, I heard a low man's voice coming from down the hallway.

Man:

 "My lord, would you like someone to be present?

Naala:

(Someone to be present?)

I hadn't sensed his presence there at all, so I wondered when he had arrived.

As I stared at the closed door in shock, Suren, who had only turned his face in my direction, replied with a bored look on his face.

Suren:

"Just say that you were present for it. There's no need for someone to actually be here."

Man:

"Understood."

Following the order, the voice outside the door disappeared.

I didn't hear any footsteps after he had walked away, so I had a slightly eerie feeling that maybe he was still there.

Naala:

"What was that about?”

Suren:

"There usually needs to be an onlooker to ensure that the deed is carried out honestly."

Naala:

"! In front of someone else…!?"

Suren:

"It's true. Well, I don't have any interest in doing things while being watched, so I'll just make up a suitable excuse."

Naala:

"It would help me if you did that..."

As I answered, I suddenly tilted my head at the strangeness of the current situation. There was no point in me chatting casually with someone who was about to punish me.

Suren had said he had no interest in hurting people, but there were plenty of other ways...for example, ways to torment them mentally.

Considering the treatment I was about to receive, I couldn't let my mind let him have any openings. If I let my guard down, I would end up suffering many times more later.

Naala:

"So, what should I do?”

With a sigh, I turned around with all my might. First, I wondered if he was mentally tormenting me with things like "fragile" and "lick my feet."

I clenched my fists in preparation, and Suren leaned his back against the door and crossed his arms.

His usual nasty smile was gone, and instead, he wore an expression that made it hard to understand what he was thinking.

There was a pause as he seemed to be thinking, and just as I was getting impatient, he spoke.

Suren:

"Yeah, strip for now.”

Naala:

“...!”

Thinking about what I was about to do, it was no surprise that it was an order. But the moment I heard it, my shoulders trembled.

I should have been prepared, but it still hurt, as if my heart had been left behind.

Suren:

“Hurry up. Or should I just bring that girl called Shalu or something?”

Naala:

"...I just have to undress, right?”

What kind of humiliating orders would I be given while naked?

Just thinking about it made me feel nauseous, so I took off each piece of clothing I was wearing. The whole time, Suren kept his eyes on me, watching.

The last piece of clothing fell to the floor, and his persistent gaze roamed over my skin. As I endured the cold and shame, I heard a strangely happy voice ask.

Suren:

"You have a nice body. I think you could easily carry five.”

Naala:

“Wha?”

I looked up, wondering what he meant by that.

Suren had his hand on his chin and was admiring me as if he were admiring the pigs and pork chops in a market.

Suren:

“The more children we have, the better. Especially since the one you are going to give birth to will be an important heir for me to become a noble.”

Naala:

"...If I have a child, you can become a noble?"

Suren:

"Yes. If a commoner becomes a military commander, he can become a noble if he has an heir with his legitimate wife."

Naala:

"So you had to marry a woman no matter what."

Suren:

"You could say that."

Naala:

(What other reason could there be?)

"Then why not bring a prostitute?"

Suren:

"You're going to marry me, right? I want a woman who is to my taste, untouched by anyone, with a strong body." 

"You're perfect in that respect, in terms of face, body, and strength."

Naala:

“...”

• "I'm so happy."

• "...Are you trying to praise me?"

Naala:

"...Are you trying to praise me?"

Suren:

"Yeah. Take that as the highest compliment I can give you."

I don't feel happy at all when I'm praised in this way. In fact, I'm even annoyed by the selfish comments.

Suren:

"Now then…”

I glared at him in irritation, but Suren walked over to me without a care in the world. Standing so close to me, I felt my breath hitch.

Now that I thought about it, this was the first time that a man had seen my completely naked body.

A fact I had forgotten in the course of my anger flashed through my mind, and a wave of embarrassment came over me.

The sweat that had broken out due to nervousness moistened my cold skin.

Naala:

"How long are you going to keep watching?"

Suren:

"You’re right, enough talking."

Upon hearing his words, my lips, which had been tightly pressed together, trembled.

When he reached out a hand to touch my shoulder, my heart started beating so fast I thought it might explode.

I imagined the many cruel treatments that would be inflicted on me, and inside I was terrified.

Suren:

"Now let me take a closer look at your body..."

Naala:

“!?”

Suddenly my feet left the floor and my body was lying on its side. Confused as to what had happened, I looked up and saw Suren's handsome face close by.

I felt strong arms around the back of my knees and finally realized I was being picked up.

Naala:

"Kyaa?!”

Afraid of the floating sensation, I reflexively wrapped my arms around his neck, and an unexpectedly gentle wart fell on my forehead.

Suren:

"Now then, let me hold you tonight."

He suddenly whispered to me in a sweet voice, and I had the illusion of being cherished.

From now on, I wasn't going to be "held," but rather "taken as punishment"...

I want to curse myself for harboring such an embarrassing delusion even for a moment.

Naala:

"I-I can climb onto the bed myself if you order me to. I'm not going to run away after coming this far."

Suren:

"Do you dislike this sort of thing?"

Naala:

"It's not that I dislike it or anything..."

This was so far removed from my impression of Suren. 

I can't believe this is the same person who normally says things like "rape" and "toilet bowl."

Naala:

(I wonder what that means)

With each step Suren took, the bed came closer, and my body gradually stiffened with fear.

As if he had noticed my reaction as his arms wrapped around me, he now touched my ear with his lips.

"There's nothing to be scared of," he said, like a parent comforting their crying child – but was it an illusion that it reminded me of the kindness he displayed then?

His attitude, which was the exact opposite of what I'd expected, only made me more confused.

~Picture~

While I was still confused, I was lowered onto the bed and looked down at.

Suren:

"Just to be clear, this is your first time, right?"

Naala:

"...If I said I wasn’t, would you let me off the hook?"

Suren:

"Well then, I'll just paint it in my colors."

Naala:

"You said you didn't like it earlier."

Suren:

"You're lucky to have a husband with a big heart, right?"

Naala:

"What are you talking about...?"

~End Picture~

I was about to say something when I was forcefully blocked by a strong pair of lips. Shocked by the suddenness, I was about to bite back, but as if he had guessed, I was grabbed by the chin.

Naala:

"Hmm... hmm..."

He applied pressure just enough not to hurt, and my mouth opened even further. Taking advantage of the opening, a thick tongue invaded my mouth, licking my lower lip.

Naala: 

“...!”

My tongue fled in an instant, only to be immediately caught.

As I struggled, breathless and scared, he grabbed the back of my head in a soothing manner. His hand grabbed the back of my neck, deepening his embrace.

Naala:

"No…!"

As I was frightened by the sensation, his flowing flesh brushed against my tongue again and again.

From the base to the tip, I was thoroughly savored, and my breathing gradually increased.

Naala:

(It’s still attached… right?)

This was far more intense and confusing than the "love-making" I had heard about.

Just as my consciousness was starting to fade from lack of oxygen, our lips finally parted and I was free.

~Picture~

Suren:

"...I said I'd be gentle with you."

Naala:

“Huh…”

There was a pause, and I was surprised that he continued on from his previous words.

Naala:

"Because it's my first time...?"

I asked again, my chest rising and falling with breathlessness. Our noses were almost touching as we looked at each other, and it seemed like I was imagining it, but Suren smiled gently.

...Really, it must be my imagination.

~End Picture~

Naala:

(What a terrible illusion...)

Suren only sees women as tools for giving birth. He looks at me as if I were choosing between a pig and a cow, and tries to embrace me.

Despite that, I find it strange that I feel kindness towards him.

Naala:

“...”

When I looked away with indescribable feelings, he seemed to take it as approval, as he placed a soft kiss just below my ear.

The feeling of having my skin caressed for the first time made me flinch and my whole body stiffen.

~Picture~

Suren: 

"Don't be scared. I told you I'd be gentle."

Naala:

"Is this a punishment? Is it okay to be nice to me?"

Suren:

"What's wrong with being kind to your wife?"

~End Picture~

While responding with a flippant remark, he stroked my neck with his lips.

Naala:

(I wonder what he's planning...)

Staring at the top of my head going down, I cleared my throat in extreme tension. I felt like a prisoner about to be executed.

Confronted with the polar opposites of "punishment" and "kindness," my brain was in complete confusion.

Without regard for my feelings, Suren turned to me with an admiring voice.

Suren:

"Your skin is so beautiful… it feels like it would melt if I licked it."

He experimentally traced the swell of my breast with the tip of his tongue. Eventually, he reached the peak and circled the tip, sending a chill-like sensation through me.

I reflexively twisted my hips, and his tongue caressed my pink parts like a valley.

Naala:

“...”

Suren:

"This one is also just the size I like."

He squeezed both my breasts hard, and the pressure on my nipples became even stronger.

When he placed his large teeth on my hard, engorged breasts, a sharp pain and an inexplicable shine spread throughout my body.

Suren felt the reaction in his palms and raised the corner of his mouth.

Suren:

"It seems you like being teased like this."

When he said that, I felt like I had reacted in a really lewd way, and my temper instantly became hot.

Naala:

"Uh... let's finish this quickly."

Suren:

"Don't be so hasty. I'll get your lower part used to this now."

He must have a lot of confidence in his skills. His familiar way of speaking really pisses me off.

And it scares me because I have no idea what "getting used to" something means.

Naala:

"There's no need to get used to it."

Suren:

"Haa, if you keep being that rebellious, I won't be nice to you."

Naala:

"Be gentle, please..."

In the first place, there's no way the word "kindness" could even be used when one has been kidnapped.

After all, the current situation is nothing more than having to accept the one-sided demands of Nasura's law or something.

I was getting more and more annoyed by the way he spoke, almost like he was trying to do me a favor, so I ended up saying it sarcastically.

Naala:

"I never thought I'd hear those words from you."

Suren:

"Are you saying I'm not kind?"

Naala:

"I don't need your kindness. No matter what method you use, you're going to violate my dignity."

Suren:

"Ha, dignity you say?"

Perhaps my harsh words had sparked a wave of anger in Suren, as he responded with a barrage of verbal abuse.

Suren:

"Do you think women have any dignity in this day and age? All a woman needs to do is bow down to men and be protected."

Naala:

(I knew it, to Suren women are nothing more than tools. To feel kindness towards such a man, even if it is just an illusion...)

I want to cry at how stupid I have been.

Naala:

"What you just said makes me hate you even more."

Suren:

"Oh, I see."

~End Picture~

Suren spat these words out in the same tone as before and sat up. With the sense of urgency gone, I calmed down for a moment, then turned pale.

I was about to take the punishment in Shalu’s place, and if I made him angry, the "contract" might be dissolved.

Fearing that he would say that he would go with Shalu after all, I started to stand up…

Suren:

"Don't run away."

I was pushed by my shoulders and fell back onto the bed.

As I heard the sound of clothes being thrown off, I looked up to see a naked body with nothing on.

His arms are covered in well-trained muscles with no fat on them at all. The patterns extending from them form an almost living, bewitching curve, continuing to his chest.

His body lit by the wax lamp looks like one of a god, like the sculpture carved by the craftsman.

Suren:

"I never thought I would use it for such a purpose, but I guess that can't be helped."

Suren picked up a small bottle that was lying beside his bed and poured the contents into one hand.

The thick liquid swayed in his large palm.

Suren:

"Spread your legs."

Naala:

“Wha–”

~Picture~

As I was confused by the sudden order, Suren clicked his tongue and climbed onto the bed.

He roughly grabbed my knees and pushed them apart.

Naala:

“Hey?! What are you doing?!”

Suren:

"Fulfilling your request. I'll get this over with as quickly as you wish."

A hand, slick with an unidentifiable liquid, was directed at the space between my legs - my private parts, that had yet to be touched by anyone.

Fearing and disgusted, I tried to instinctively refuse, but with his weight on me from above, I was unable to even get up.

His slimy fingers traced my petals, passing through to the opening of my vagina, which was still tightly closed.

Naala:

"Ouch…!"

With only the slickness of the liquid to help him, a rough finger was thrust in.

The movement pulled the sensitive parts inwards, causing a dull pain to slowly spread from deep inside of me.

Suren:

"It's really tight. If it's this narrow, it might break when I put mine in, right?"

Naala:

“...!”

My insides, trembling with fear, were slowly caressed.

It felt like each and every fold in my insides were being subjugated, and I shivered slightly.

Suren:

"Your entrance is already getting soft… Even though it's your first time, you're so lewd."

Naala:

"No…!"

Suren:

"No? You've made me do all this for you, so don't lie to me."

Just as I tried to deny it again, a wet sound echoed in time with the movement of his fingers.

The sticky sounds grew louder as they went in and out repeatedly, squelching and sloshing.

A sense of shame and regret welled up within me, making me feel even hotter.

Naala:

"T-That's because you said such strange things..."

Suren:

"Ha. There's no way that alone would cause this."

It was a raw sound, like the sound of ripe fruit being crushed.

The slimy insides were kneaded and twisted, and the sound made me want to cover my ears, but it was a pleasant sensation against my eardrums.

Suren:

"Here's the proof that you’re enjoying it..."

Naala:

"Ugh, damn... Stop..."

Suren:

"Listen carefully. Your vagina is making lewd noises to lure men..."

I wasn't feeling anything… or so I thought, but the sound was directing my brain to an illusion.

When he poked me with his fingertips, new nectar overflowed from deep inside my body as if being invited out.

Although I hated the viscous, flowing sensation, a strange tingling sensation different from the one caused by the chills ran through me.

Naala:

"Hmmm... ugh"

The sensation was so vivid and different from anything I'd felt before, it took my breath away. When his fingertips brushed against a certain spot, a strong numbness stimulated my brain.

Suren:

"Ah, so that's where your sweet spot is."

Naala:

"I don't feel anything..."

Suren:

"Oh really...?"

Naala:

"Huh?! Ah, ah...!"

Before I could even be confused by this new sensation, I was attacked and my breath quickened. I was scared because I didn't know if this was pain or what.

Naala:

"N-No...!”

I shook my head in disgust, wanting to escape this incomprehensible sensation, but Suren spoke in my ear as if he were admonishing a disobedient child.

Suren:

"You don't dislike it, right? Come on… just say it feels good..."

His lines were forceful, but his voice was meltingly sweet, so I was easily fooled into thinking he was being gentle with me.

Every time he pressed against my sensitive spot with the pads of his fingers, a lewd squishing sound echoed, and I wanted to cry.

Naala:

“...!”

My body, which I thought would never respond, was now at his disposal, ignoring my will.

This situation made me feel even more frustrated and made me want to hold on to it even more.

Naala:

"Hm, uh... I've never felt so good, then doing it with you in my life!"

Suren:

"...I see."

I cursed myself immediately after saying it, but it was too late.

All expression disappeared from the nasty smile on his face, and his purple eyes narrowed in a quick motion.

Suren:

"So no matter how many times we do it, it's just torture to you?"

Naala:

"That's..."

Suren:

"Shut up already."

~End Picture~

The fingers inside were pulled out and replaced with something hot, hard, and heavy. I instinctively knew what it was and the blood drained from my face.

Naala:

“Sur–”

Just as I opened my mouth to search for words, a large hand covered me. At the same time, a sharp, tearing pain arose between my legs.

~Picture~

Naala:

"Hmmmm!?”

Suren:

"I-It’s still too tight after all."

For a moment, I thought that a wooden stake had been driven between my legs.

The fear of my body being destroyed from the inside made my brain go into chaos, and my heart began to beat abnormally.

Even after the hand that had been covering my mouth was removed, I couldn't even remember to breathe.

Naala:

"Ha, ugh...!”

Suren:

"Calm down. If you don't relax, you'll only end up in pain."

He sewed my struggling wrists to the bed and gave me orders in a hushed voice.

Suren:

"...Calm down."

I took shallow breaths, trying somehow to escape the pain.

After a while, my brain, having become accustomed to the pain, gradually calmed down.

The part that had been forcibly pried open was still painful, but not enough to kill me.

Suren:

"Now you're my woman."

As if waiting for the right moment, Suren spoke in my ear.

With this declaration, my attention focused on what was inside my body.

A hard, ferocious heat stake pushed open my entrance from the inside…

Suren:

"Do you understand? I am completely inside you..."

A sense of despair seeped into my heart along with the meaning of his words, and even though I had prepared myself for it, a single tear spilled down my face.

Not wanting to show weakness, I turned my face away, and in that moment the tear was wiped away by Surens hand.

For a moment, there was a gasp, and I turned my eyes straight ahead, wondering what had surprised me.

When our eyes met, it was Suren who turned his face away and clicked his tongue.

Naala:

(...?)

I don't know why he seems so upset. I'm the one who's sad and angry.

Suren:

“...I’m going to move now.”

Naala:

"Eek…!"

Just when I was finally getting used to it, the moment he moved, I was hit with another wave of intense pain.

Every time that thick, strong thing was pulled out, I became terrified that my organs would be squeezed out as well.

Naala:

"Ugh..."

Suren:

"...You're going to bleed."

Naala:

"? Oh……"

It was only when he kissed me that I realized I had been biting my lower lip.

He bit my lip as if to release the tension, and as he kneaded it over and over again, I naturally relaxed.

Before I knew it, his hands had let go and were stroking my member, which was wet with juices.

Suren:

"It's loosened up quite a bit..."

Naala:

"Huh?... !!!!"

Just when I focused on my lips, I felt a deep protrusion inside, and the sense of humiliation returned.

The place that had been tightly closed just a moment ago had been loosened.

And yet now, it was overflowing with nectar, making it easier for him to thrust in and out.

Even though I knew it was a physiological phenomenon that was protecting my body from injury, I still felt extremely frustrated.

Suren:

“It’s good to have a student who learns so quickly. It would be nice if all students were this obedient, right…?”

Naala:

"That's... impossible..."

Suren:

"I'm going to take my time to test it out and see if it works." 

"I'm going to make your body unable to last even three days without me."

Naala:

"! Ah, ah, ah...!"

The intervals between his thrusts suddenly became shorter, making me gasp for breath.

What's more, he thrust even deeper than I had assumed was my 'limit', and I was shocked.

Naala:

"Huh?! Ah, wh-why...?!"

Suren:

"Don't be surprised by this. I've only put in about two-thirds of it."

Naala:

"No way..."

Suren:

"If I were to shove all of my weight into a virgin, you'd break... See?"

This time it moved in and out slowly.

As it moved, the wet flesh surrounding his penis was pulled, entangled tightly.

His nasty movements, as if he was trying to measure his length, inexplicably aroused a sense of embarrassment.

Naala:

"You’re the worst...!"

Suren:

"This will be the best mistake you’ll ever make."

Naala:

"Ah, ah..."

Perhaps I had gotten used to the pain, or perhaps I had become numb. My body simply became hot and he began to lose consciousness.

The depths of my stomach felt so hot I couldn't stand it.

As I was at the mercy of his hips again, which had accelerated, Suren's breathing gradually became more and more short.

Suren:

“I’m about to cum soon..."

Naala:

"Eh...? Ah! You’re what...?"

Suren:

"If hold it in any longer... it'll be painful..."

As I was being shaken, I tried to think clearly about what he had just said.

Naala: 

"Hmm, Ah, Ahh...!? N-No...!"

I felt as if the thing inside me had grown even bigger, and suddenly came to my senses. It wasn't something I'd thought about, it was an instinctive fear as a woman.

A question rang in the back of my ears, even though it was too late now. Am I really going to be pregnant with this man's...Suren's child?

Naala:

"N... nooo!”

~End Picture~

Suren:

“!!”

My raised hand met Suren's neck, my nails nipping at his skin.

Naala:

“Ah…”

In the thin layer of blood that was oozing out, I saw my own weakness.

I thought I had gone in prepared, but at the very last moment I gave in.

Suren:

“...”

Naala:

“I-I…”

~Picture~

Naala:

"H-Huh?! Agh...!"

The next moment, both of my wrists were tied above my head, and I was mercilessly thrust into my deepest parts.

My newly opened cavity spasmed with pain, and my whole body stiffened.

Naala:

"Ouch… it hurts… It hurts! No, no…!”

Suren:

“...!”

I shivered as the sharp teeth bit into my warped throat. I felt like a prey about to be eaten by a wild animal.

Suren:

"You will bear my child and spend the rest of your life as my woman. That is the only right granted to you."

Breathing heavily, he penetrated deep inside me.

In this frenzy of madness, I was being tossed around like a broken doll.

Naala:

"Aah! Ah, ah, ah!"

Suren:

“Ngh…”

As the stimulated cavity twitched, Suren let out a short moan and collapsed onto me. 

His ferocious mass of flesh expanded and stiffened towards its end.

Suren:

"I, I'm cumming...!"

Naala:

“Ah… ha…”

I feel the hot spray deep inside my body, and despair spreads within me...

With our bodies still connected, Suren stroked my cheek and said,

Suren:

"...Don't ever reject me again."

~End Picture~

Naala:

“...”

Suren:

"Hey, answer me–"

Suren's voice gradually grew distant.

I wanted to hit this despicable guy at least once, but I was so tired that I could no longer keep my eyes open.

Naala:

"Really…"

Suren:

“Hmm?”

–We are the worst couple.

~END~