what I spent my whole afternoon/evening/night doing instead of schoolwork...
Motomi/Akira scene, right before their first sex scene in this TnC runthrough.
UGH THEY'RE TOO CUTE.
incredibly dysfunctional and kind of fucked up, but too too cute.
it makes me want to ship them DAMMIT CONTEXT ;u;9"!!
THIS IS ACTUALLY MOST SFW... and seriously, take my translations with a grain of salt. it went Japanese -> Chinese -> English, and my game is a simplified Chinese version. I hate simplified Chinese. It's this really bizarre mix of literal translations, trying to keep the way a phrase was meant to be presented, and trying to ease things for smoother flow.
smalltext is me trying to further explain something orz
Motomi
.....Hey. Do you have anyone you like?
Faced with this kind of question, it was a bit hard to respond.
He originally thought Motomi was going to make fun of him again, but his eyes were peaceful.
He shook his head; Motomi's eyes widened in surprise.
Motomi
No?
Akira
Not interested.
Motomi
You should try dating. It's an important life experience. Also, it's really important to have something precious to you, even if it occasionally becomes a weakness.
To the solitary and quiet Akira, dating was something he had no interest in at all. On the other hand, girls who approached him themselves weren't few.
But it was clear what they wanted: everyone was infatuated by the glory Akira had in Bl@ster.
Motomi
What a waste. I'm guessing you should be popular with the girls.
Akira
.............
To the bullshitting Motomi, Akira just rolled his eyes.
It still felt like....he was being made fun of. It was annoying.
Guessing Akira's thoughts, Motomi pulled out a cigarette, waving it before him.
Motomi
No, I mean it. You're very beautiful.
Akira
....., that's not the right term to talk about a guy.
Motomi
Beauty doesn't differentiate between men and women.
Akira
.................
Even if it's a compliment, it still didn't make him happy at all.
Chuckling at Akira's deadpan expression, Motomi lit the cigarette he was holding.
Motomi
What I mean isn't the outer appearance. Of course, males and females both retain childhood instincts. Gender is just a question of the body; the heart is free. Simply liking someone for their inner self is possible.
That, is what I meant.
......Put that way, there's a bit of consensus.
Maybe because Akira himself didn't have any interest in others, so he never really differentiated between people due to their sex.
As long as it didn't feel hateful (horrible, terrible, annoying), it was okay to spend time together. It didn't matter if the other was male or female, it didn't even matter if the other was a cat or a dog.
Motomi
No matter how lovely, if the inner self is ugly, they won't appear to be beautiful. To look, no, to feel beautiful to others...that sort of thing, there aren't any set guidelines.
Blowing out a stream of smoke, Motomi pinned Akira with his eyes.
Motomi
.......No, in the chaos after a big battle, the mindset of not wanting to increase any unnecessary food costs, this sort of mindset became common. Maybe it's just a habit. ...Ah, by the way~
As he thought of something, Motomi stopped short, tilted his head back to look at the ceiling, and nodded.
Glancing over at Akira, who had been watching him, Motomi smirked.
Motomi
No experience in dating means you don't have any experience in that regard either, right?
Akira
...............
What the hell; what was he saying? Motomi, on the other hand, just watched the speechless Akira.
Motomi
No matter what, you've dealt with it yourself right? It's impossible that you haven't, right?
......He's messing with me. And the content of this conversation, made their age difference really obvious; this feeling was hard to describe.
Motomi
All men have to experience it once. Otherwise you can't be considered independent! (AKA "ALL MEN SHOULD JACK OFF ONCE IN THEIR LIVES TO BECOME REAL MEN")
As if he'd managed to translate the silent Akira's reaction, Motomi reached out an arm to hook his shoulder. What kind of independence is this? Akira snapped mentally, deliberately turning his body away.
Motomi
Why don't I teach you?
Akira
.................
Hearing something that caused him to wonder if his ears were tricking him, he couldn't help but turn back to look at Motomi. Before him, was a smoking, mischievous grin.
Motomi
I'm serious, holding it in too long is bad for the body. We're both men, what grows down there is the same. Nothing to be embarassed about.
Akira
Don't make jokes,......!
Just as he wanted to stand up, his shoulders were caught and, like that, pressed down against the bed.
Lifting his head to look over incredulously: Motomi was smiling, amused from observing Akira's annoyance.
Akira
.....Oi!
Motomi
There, there. Leave it to me, relax.
Forgot how strong Motomi surprisingly was.
When he tried to get away, his chest was already pressed down tightly, preventing any effective struggling.
Motomi put out the cigarette on the bed's headboard, his chin resting on Akira's head. A hand moved clothing and reached down.
Akira
........... (protesting sound)
There was the sound of jeans being undone; fingers moving as a detective might.
For a split second, he forgot how to speak.
Akira
That's enough....!
Motomi
Gah!?
Akira
......! (relieved intake of breath)
When Akira sharply raised his upper body to jerk away, Motomi, who had been sitting rather precariously, lost his balance. Motomi's arm was still wrapped around Akira's shoulders, causing both people to slide off the bed together.
Motomi
.......A-ah
In the pale light of the candle, dust motes floated about. The Motomi still holding onto Akira let out an explosive sigh.
Akira
.................
In the cramped room, what were two full-grown men doing? It seemed perplexing (strange, stifling).
Motomi
......Ah, my whole body hurts. Akira, get off.
Motomi only lifted his head, looking at Akira.
Even if he hadn't said anything, Akira was about to get up. At this time, an unwelcome thought suddenly floated to the top of his mind. Thus, he fixed his gaze on Motomi.
....Isn't this, an extremely good chance.
Motomi
....? What is it?
Constantly getting helped by him, it was really annoying. Every protest was always easily shaken off by that easy-going nature. In contrast, he was getting angry.
Constantly thinking himself childish, he decided to take advantage of the situation.
Motomi
....Oi, Akira?
Because Akira hadn't moved, Motomi raised an eyebrow.
Looking over, Motomi's eyes opened wide in shock.
Motomi
A-Akira?
Being in the opposite position from earlier made him surprisingly pleased. He followed the line of Motomi's neck with his fingers to the chest revealed by the half-open shirt.
Motomi
Oi oi oi, wait....wait a sec.
Speaking hurriedly, he grabbed Akira's wrist.
Akira
Isn't this what you just wanted?
Motomi
Hey, that was a joke just now......
Ignoring him, Akira started undoing the buttons on Motomi's shirt.
Motomi
Oi oi oi oi! .......Oi, Akira!
Despite his controlled hand, all the buttons were undone. The revealed chest was surprisingly toned, Akira placed his palm down on it.
Motomi
That's, enough......
With a troubled expression, Motomi limply covered his eyes with a hand. When touching the chestnut-toned chest, the body reacted slightly.
Perhaps because he'd been taken care of by him up until now, Akira also started to react a bit.
The palm slid down his chest towards the lower part.
Motomi
.....Akira.
Motomi didn't strongly struggle, but only let out quiet protests.
Akira didn't hear any hint of true displeasure.
Motomi
........... (quiet sigh)
Following the line of clothing to the lower abdomen, Motomi had finally stopped saying anything. Probably given up now.
Wanting to see the eyes hidden by the hand, Akira slowly reached out.
Motomi
............
Following the sound of breathing, his adams apple bobbed.
It was the moment he deliberately wanted to see Motomi's face.
Motomi
.......You, damn brat.....!
Akira
!?
Suddenly, Motomi sat up sharply. Thinking he'd stopped resisting, Akira had relaxed.
Blankly, he got pulled over by Motomi, and held against him tightly.
Akira
..........!
Held so tightly by Motomi's arms, even if he wanted to struggle it'd be impossible.
Motomi
Your joke's gone too far, you damn idiot....! This is why I say you're a child.
Akira
What....!
Motomi
I'm clinging tightly to my willpower here, stupid....!
The voice by his ear was low.
With his face pressed against Akira's shoulder, Motomi's breathing was rapid. This was when Akira realized what Motomi meant and suddenly became really embarrassed.
Akira
T-to men....
Motomi
Don't ask.
Akira
Isn't this your body....!?
Motomi
Did I say so earlier? There aren't any guidelines, geez.....!
As the voice rose, the arms holding Akira exerted more strength.
Motomi
.......Originally, it's just because I thought my kid would be about this age if he'd lived, only that. Which is why I couldn't just ignore you, and wanted to help you.
I thought I saw my son's shadow....... Up until now, that's what I've always thought.
Motomi buried his face against Akira's shoulder. His heartbeat thudded against his chest.
Motomi
.......It's the worst. Just now, I was thinking I was in trouble and really did want to stop. Why did I have to.....to care so much?
Akira
.....Didn't you say it was just a spur of the moment joke?
Motomi
Of course, I also wished it was a joke. But. ......I couldn't help but want to touch you. Couldn't stop that desire.
Akira
.....................
Heart beating so fast. Breath shallow and quick.
Motomi
Like that, ending it by calling it a joke, that would've been great. If it was like that, then it could be resolved by calling it the joke of a meddling old man. It's all your fault, turning the tables and causing this.....
Akira
.....So it's my fault?
Motomi
All your fault, ........No.
Motomi slowly shook his head.
Motomi
It's the fault of the me who wants to push the blame onto you....
Akira
....................
A wall of silence settled between the two.
This wall was stifling, uncomfortable, difficult to endure.
Motomi
You are are both men. But, there's a reaction. ........Ah, dammit.
After he finished speaking, Motomi let his whole body's weight drop down. The weight on his shoulder thus increased, but he endured it silently.
But, what should he do-it bewildered him.
Motomi
.........want to, touch you.
Hearing something like that, his body involuntarily stiffened.
Motomi
Don't want it?
Akira
........................
Motomi
If you don't want it, you have to say so, got it? If I was in your place, I'd definitely say no.
Akira
Wasn't it you that said gender was irrelevant?
Motomi
That's just my opinion on it. I don't know what you think.
Akira
...................
He didn't really know himself. But, if he really had thought it was disgusting, he'd have punched him and ran off a long time ago.
Taking a deep breath, Akira opened his mouth to speak.
Akira
Do you remember how, once, I kept asking, and pissed you off?
Motomi
Pissed off? .....Oh, you mean when you were asking why I'm an information broker in Toshima, right? Though I don't know if pissed off is right......
Akira
To want to understand someone else so badly......that was the first time.
Motomi
That's saying how you've grown another step as a person, isn't it.
Akira
That's not what I meant. I didn't know whether or not to trust you. Even though I've never thought to trust anyone. Whenever I thought I might've been tricked by you, it made me feel really upset.
Motomi
............ (sigh)
At this point, Akira took a small breath.
Akira
........if I really didn't want to, I wouldn't still be here; I'd have hit you and ran off.
Motomi
I'm a man, you know.
Akira
The one who said gender is just a difference in bodies, was you wasn't it?
Motomi
Normal people wouldn't think that way.
Akira
Don't want to be limited by the word "normal".
Motomi
.................
The arms wrapped tightly around Akira strengthened their grip again.
Motomi
......Is it, really okay? I'm not taking responsibility for any regrets you know.
That phrase, sounded particularly honest.
Instead of answering, he lightly held Motomi back.
Lowering his face, he took a slow breath. The scent surrounding them was one he hadn't noticed before, yet had already grown accustomed to: the scent of Motomi.
Motomi lifted the head resting on his shoulder, and lightly kissed Akira's cheek.
Once.
There was a brief hestiation, then a second time.
After that, he looked at Akira with the gentlest expression in his eyes.
Motomi
If you want to stop, now's the time to say so.
Akira
.................
Motomi
To tell the truth, I'm also rather......bewildered.
Akira
............You?
Motomi
It's unavoidable. It's been a really long time since I last had this sort of emotion.....
The deliberate dryness and childish word choice, was kind of funny.
Motomi
.........let's, go back there.
Motomi used his chin to gesture at the bed.
The tension in the room seemed to heighten.
Akira silently looked at the bed, then lightly nodded.
The thin light of the candle flickered. His eyes had grown used to it, yet unwittingly drew his gaze towards it.
Though he said he was unsure, Motomi still sat down in a position to hold Akira from behind. Any slight movement caused the bed springs to make a squeaking sound.
Motomi's hands were clasped around Akira's waist, face resting against his shoulder; they stayed like this for a while. Their bodies might've melted into one like this. Akira watched the candle without moving a muscle.
AND THEN THERE WAS FOREPLAY AND THEN SEX. Super gentle and sweet with a touch of fun humor on Motomi's end. Akira got a handjob in this position, and Motomi used that as lube to sex Akira. Halfway through the sexing, he pulled Akira on top. Afterwards, Motomi cleaned them up, and there was cuddling and sleeping.
UGH THEY'RE TOO CUTE.
incredibly dysfunctional and kind of fucked up, but too too cute.
it makes me want to ship them DAMMIT CONTEXT ;u;9"!!
THIS IS ACTUALLY MOST SFW... and seriously, take my translations with a grain of salt. it went Japanese -> Chinese -> English, and my game is a simplified Chinese version. I hate simplified Chinese. It's this really bizarre mix of literal translations, trying to keep the way a phrase was meant to be presented, and trying to ease things for smoother flow.
smalltext is me trying to further explain something orz
Motomi
.....Hey. Do you have anyone you like?
Faced with this kind of question, it was a bit hard to respond.
He originally thought Motomi was going to make fun of him again, but his eyes were peaceful.
He shook his head; Motomi's eyes widened in surprise.
Motomi
No?
Akira
Not interested.
Motomi
You should try dating. It's an important life experience. Also, it's really important to have something precious to you, even if it occasionally becomes a weakness.
To the solitary and quiet Akira, dating was something he had no interest in at all. On the other hand, girls who approached him themselves weren't few.
But it was clear what they wanted: everyone was infatuated by the glory Akira had in Bl@ster.
Motomi
What a waste. I'm guessing you should be popular with the girls.
Akira
.............
To the bullshitting Motomi, Akira just rolled his eyes.
It still felt like....he was being made fun of. It was annoying.
Guessing Akira's thoughts, Motomi pulled out a cigarette, waving it before him.
Motomi
No, I mean it. You're very beautiful.
Akira
....., that's not the right term to talk about a guy.
Motomi
Beauty doesn't differentiate between men and women.
Akira
.................
Even if it's a compliment, it still didn't make him happy at all.
Chuckling at Akira's deadpan expression, Motomi lit the cigarette he was holding.
Motomi
What I mean isn't the outer appearance. Of course, males and females both retain childhood instincts. Gender is just a question of the body; the heart is free. Simply liking someone for their inner self is possible.
That, is what I meant.
......Put that way, there's a bit of consensus.
Maybe because Akira himself didn't have any interest in others, so he never really differentiated between people due to their sex.
As long as it didn't feel hateful (horrible, terrible, annoying), it was okay to spend time together. It didn't matter if the other was male or female, it didn't even matter if the other was a cat or a dog.
Motomi
No matter how lovely, if the inner self is ugly, they won't appear to be beautiful. To look, no, to feel beautiful to others...that sort of thing, there aren't any set guidelines.
Blowing out a stream of smoke, Motomi pinned Akira with his eyes.
Motomi
.......No, in the chaos after a big battle, the mindset of not wanting to increase any unnecessary food costs, this sort of mindset became common. Maybe it's just a habit. ...Ah, by the way~
As he thought of something, Motomi stopped short, tilted his head back to look at the ceiling, and nodded.
Glancing over at Akira, who had been watching him, Motomi smirked.
Motomi
No experience in dating means you don't have any experience in that regard either, right?
Akira
...............
What the hell; what was he saying? Motomi, on the other hand, just watched the speechless Akira.
Motomi
No matter what, you've dealt with it yourself right? It's impossible that you haven't, right?
......He's messing with me. And the content of this conversation, made their age difference really obvious; this feeling was hard to describe.
Motomi
All men have to experience it once. Otherwise you can't be considered independent! (AKA "ALL MEN SHOULD JACK OFF ONCE IN THEIR LIVES TO BECOME REAL MEN")
As if he'd managed to translate the silent Akira's reaction, Motomi reached out an arm to hook his shoulder. What kind of independence is this? Akira snapped mentally, deliberately turning his body away.
Motomi
Why don't I teach you?
Akira
.................
Hearing something that caused him to wonder if his ears were tricking him, he couldn't help but turn back to look at Motomi. Before him, was a smoking, mischievous grin.
Motomi
I'm serious, holding it in too long is bad for the body. We're both men, what grows down there is the same. Nothing to be embarassed about.
Akira
Don't make jokes,......!
Just as he wanted to stand up, his shoulders were caught and, like that, pressed down against the bed.
Lifting his head to look over incredulously: Motomi was smiling, amused from observing Akira's annoyance.
Akira
.....Oi!
Motomi
There, there. Leave it to me, relax.
Forgot how strong Motomi surprisingly was.
When he tried to get away, his chest was already pressed down tightly, preventing any effective struggling.
Motomi put out the cigarette on the bed's headboard, his chin resting on Akira's head. A hand moved clothing and reached down.
Akira
........... (protesting sound)
There was the sound of jeans being undone; fingers moving as a detective might.
For a split second, he forgot how to speak.
Akira
That's enough....!
Motomi
Gah!?
Akira
......! (relieved intake of breath)
When Akira sharply raised his upper body to jerk away, Motomi, who had been sitting rather precariously, lost his balance. Motomi's arm was still wrapped around Akira's shoulders, causing both people to slide off the bed together.
Motomi
.......A-ah
In the pale light of the candle, dust motes floated about. The Motomi still holding onto Akira let out an explosive sigh.
Akira
.................
In the cramped room, what were two full-grown men doing? It seemed perplexing (strange, stifling).
Motomi
......Ah, my whole body hurts. Akira, get off.
Motomi only lifted his head, looking at Akira.
Even if he hadn't said anything, Akira was about to get up. At this time, an unwelcome thought suddenly floated to the top of his mind. Thus, he fixed his gaze on Motomi.
....Isn't this, an extremely good chance.
Motomi
....? What is it?
Constantly getting helped by him, it was really annoying. Every protest was always easily shaken off by that easy-going nature. In contrast, he was getting angry.
Constantly thinking himself childish, he decided to take advantage of the situation.
Motomi
....Oi, Akira?
Because Akira hadn't moved, Motomi raised an eyebrow.
Looking over, Motomi's eyes opened wide in shock.
Motomi
A-Akira?
Being in the opposite position from earlier made him surprisingly pleased. He followed the line of Motomi's neck with his fingers to the chest revealed by the half-open shirt.
Motomi
Oi oi oi, wait....wait a sec.
Speaking hurriedly, he grabbed Akira's wrist.
Akira
Isn't this what you just wanted?
Motomi
Hey, that was a joke just now......
Ignoring him, Akira started undoing the buttons on Motomi's shirt.
Motomi
Oi oi oi oi! .......Oi, Akira!
Despite his controlled hand, all the buttons were undone. The revealed chest was surprisingly toned, Akira placed his palm down on it.
Motomi
That's, enough......
With a troubled expression, Motomi limply covered his eyes with a hand. When touching the chestnut-toned chest, the body reacted slightly.
Perhaps because he'd been taken care of by him up until now, Akira also started to react a bit.
The palm slid down his chest towards the lower part.
Motomi
.....Akira.
Motomi didn't strongly struggle, but only let out quiet protests.
Akira didn't hear any hint of true displeasure.
Motomi
........... (quiet sigh)
Following the line of clothing to the lower abdomen, Motomi had finally stopped saying anything. Probably given up now.
Wanting to see the eyes hidden by the hand, Akira slowly reached out.
Motomi
............
Following the sound of breathing, his adams apple bobbed.
It was the moment he deliberately wanted to see Motomi's face.
Motomi
.......You, damn brat.....!
Akira
!?
Suddenly, Motomi sat up sharply. Thinking he'd stopped resisting, Akira had relaxed.
Blankly, he got pulled over by Motomi, and held against him tightly.
Akira
..........!
Held so tightly by Motomi's arms, even if he wanted to struggle it'd be impossible.
Motomi
Your joke's gone too far, you damn idiot....! This is why I say you're a child.
Akira
What....!
Motomi
I'm clinging tightly to my willpower here, stupid....!
The voice by his ear was low.
With his face pressed against Akira's shoulder, Motomi's breathing was rapid. This was when Akira realized what Motomi meant and suddenly became really embarrassed.
Akira
T-to men....
Motomi
Don't ask.
Akira
Isn't this your body....!?
Motomi
Did I say so earlier? There aren't any guidelines, geez.....!
As the voice rose, the arms holding Akira exerted more strength.
Motomi
.......Originally, it's just because I thought my kid would be about this age if he'd lived, only that. Which is why I couldn't just ignore you, and wanted to help you.
I thought I saw my son's shadow....... Up until now, that's what I've always thought.
Motomi buried his face against Akira's shoulder. His heartbeat thudded against his chest.
Motomi
.......It's the worst. Just now, I was thinking I was in trouble and really did want to stop. Why did I have to.....to care so much?
Akira
.....Didn't you say it was just a spur of the moment joke?
Motomi
Of course, I also wished it was a joke. But. ......I couldn't help but want to touch you. Couldn't stop that desire.
Akira
.....................
Heart beating so fast. Breath shallow and quick.
Motomi
Like that, ending it by calling it a joke, that would've been great. If it was like that, then it could be resolved by calling it the joke of a meddling old man. It's all your fault, turning the tables and causing this.....
Akira
.....So it's my fault?
Motomi
All your fault, ........No.
Motomi slowly shook his head.
Motomi
It's the fault of the me who wants to push the blame onto you....
Akira
....................
A wall of silence settled between the two.
This wall was stifling, uncomfortable, difficult to endure.
Motomi
You are are both men. But, there's a reaction. ........Ah, dammit.
After he finished speaking, Motomi let his whole body's weight drop down. The weight on his shoulder thus increased, but he endured it silently.
But, what should he do-it bewildered him.
Motomi
.........want to, touch you.
Hearing something like that, his body involuntarily stiffened.
Motomi
Don't want it?
Akira
........................
Motomi
If you don't want it, you have to say so, got it? If I was in your place, I'd definitely say no.
Akira
Wasn't it you that said gender was irrelevant?
Motomi
That's just my opinion on it. I don't know what you think.
Akira
...................
He didn't really know himself. But, if he really had thought it was disgusting, he'd have punched him and ran off a long time ago.
Taking a deep breath, Akira opened his mouth to speak.
Akira
Do you remember how, once, I kept asking, and pissed you off?
Motomi
Pissed off? .....Oh, you mean when you were asking why I'm an information broker in Toshima, right? Though I don't know if pissed off is right......
Akira
To want to understand someone else so badly......that was the first time.
Motomi
That's saying how you've grown another step as a person, isn't it.
Akira
That's not what I meant. I didn't know whether or not to trust you. Even though I've never thought to trust anyone. Whenever I thought I might've been tricked by you, it made me feel really upset.
Motomi
............ (sigh)
At this point, Akira took a small breath.
Akira
........if I really didn't want to, I wouldn't still be here; I'd have hit you and ran off.
Motomi
I'm a man, you know.
Akira
The one who said gender is just a difference in bodies, was you wasn't it?
Motomi
Normal people wouldn't think that way.
Akira
Don't want to be limited by the word "normal".
Motomi
.................
The arms wrapped tightly around Akira strengthened their grip again.
Motomi
......Is it, really okay? I'm not taking responsibility for any regrets you know.
That phrase, sounded particularly honest.
Instead of answering, he lightly held Motomi back.
Lowering his face, he took a slow breath. The scent surrounding them was one he hadn't noticed before, yet had already grown accustomed to: the scent of Motomi.
Motomi lifted the head resting on his shoulder, and lightly kissed Akira's cheek.
Once.
There was a brief hestiation, then a second time.
After that, he looked at Akira with the gentlest expression in his eyes.
Motomi
If you want to stop, now's the time to say so.
Akira
.................
Motomi
To tell the truth, I'm also rather......bewildered.
Akira
............You?
Motomi
It's unavoidable. It's been a really long time since I last had this sort of emotion.....
The deliberate dryness and childish word choice, was kind of funny.
Motomi
.........let's, go back there.
Motomi used his chin to gesture at the bed.
The tension in the room seemed to heighten.
Akira silently looked at the bed, then lightly nodded.
The thin light of the candle flickered. His eyes had grown used to it, yet unwittingly drew his gaze towards it.
Though he said he was unsure, Motomi still sat down in a position to hold Akira from behind. Any slight movement caused the bed springs to make a squeaking sound.
Motomi's hands were clasped around Akira's waist, face resting against his shoulder; they stayed like this for a while. Their bodies might've melted into one like this. Akira watched the candle without moving a muscle.
AND THEN THERE WAS FOREPLAY AND THEN SEX. Super gentle and sweet with a touch of fun humor on Motomi's end. Akira got a handjob in this position, and Motomi used that as lube to sex Akira. Halfway through the sexing, he pulled Akira on top. Afterwards, Motomi cleaned them up, and there was cuddling and sleeping.