May 23rd was Japan’s Kiss Day so we got some cute shorts for all the Rouge et Noir men, and since Gilles is the only one whose content I have fully translated (by cheating because he just has one volume… LOL) I decided to translate his short story too! Mikado’s original is HERE.
Here we go with Gilles Lagrene!
Kiss Kiss Kiss !!
I was aware that I was hard to wake. To be honest, I hated mornings. I didn’t even remember how many times I thought that, if it was possible, it’d be nice for mornings to never come in my whole life.
In a dimly lit bedroom with the curtains pulled, the unpleasant morning sun and the twittering of birds, noisier than anything else in the world, rudely came in.
Knowing that no matter how many times I tossed and turned I wouldn’t be able to throw them out, I gave up and accepted them. It was strange that, before long, I gradually ended up not caring about them.
Finally, passing by the distant noise, a strong sense of drowsiness came. The moment I gave my body to its presence and decided to go back to sleep, I felt a different presence.
“… Oh, her.”
I unconsciously spoke out.
Shortly after that, the door lock was released and you entered the room. I didn’t see the time, but you were probably on time today as well. My excellent alarm clock— in other words, you had the role of waking me.
I pretended to be asleep and I could tell that you came closer.
When you woke me, you would always call my name first. You would repeat that many times then, if it was no good, you would lightly shake my body. Normally, I would get up around there, but just for today I felt an itch to play a prank.
The moment you gave up on calling my name and tried to touch my body, I grabbed your hand and pulled you into bed.
I pressed both your hands, which resisted as if trying to ask what I was doing, into the sheets and slammed my mouth over yours like a bite.
“I’m hungry. Stay with me for breakfast.”
I grinned at you as you breathed with heaving shoulders after being released from the forceful kiss. The second you understood the meaning of “breakfast” you tried to resist again, saying we didn’t have that kind of time. Of course, I didn’t plan on letting my captured prey escape.
There was 45 minutes until I had to go to Arlen with the morning report. It was too short to taste you slowly, but a watchdog only needed to show good manners in front of its owner.
Let’s have you be devoured as messily as possible.