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Content Warnings for Part 7
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Sexual content
Rape
Humiliation
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Image 1: Nudity, depiction of a blowjob
Image 2: Nudity with the suggestion of sex, but no genitals are shown
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RJ7, born with the consciousness of being Garma Zabi, was confused, angry, and split in his sense of self when he saw Garma (the original), but had now calmed down.
He was satisfied with Char’s devotion to him and the certainty that his every move would be noticed, talked about, loved, and obeyed by the public. And because Char continued to trample on the personality of Garma (the original) in the nightly frenzy of the twisted trio, RJ7 regained his absolute consciousness and confidence as Garma Zabi. He fulfilled his role as a symbol, a role that was forcefully bestowed upon him, even without being asked by Char.
RJ7 was perfect as Garma Zabi.
RJ7 was not allowed to make political statements, but recently, he had intentionally interfered in front of Char, Prime Minister Darcia Bakharov, and other high-ranking government officials.
At such times, Char would say something like,
“I suppose the blood that runs through you as a great politician will not be kept silent.”
with a light laugh and deflection. That was the end of it, but even after the two of them were alone, he didn’t reprimand RJ7 for his daytime actions. It seemed that Char was gradually encouraging a political return for RJ7.
And Char enjoyed letting the locked away Garma know that he could see and hear every single action of RJ7, who played the role of Garma Zabi to perfection. Whether he liked it or not, Garma was forced to know where and how his other self behaved and what he said. Not only that, but RJ7, knowing that Garma was watching, would try to treat Char Aznable with more intimacy than necessary.
At first glance, it was as if Char and RJ7 were carefully protecting Garma, who escaped death, enjoying him like a toy with dark passions until he is to be killed again once more. In particular, when it came to private time, RJ7 not only played with Garma, but also liked sleeping with Char in front of him, and even made him clean up after the act. Not only that, but before being embraced by Char, RJ7 secretly toyed with Garma and kept him aroused against his will. Unlike RJ7, which was pre-built with ideal sensitivity, Garma’s body was matured by the relentless hands of men at the lowest level of Earth society, and remolded to respond regardless of his feelings.
RJ7 stimulated that body.
He would repeatedly use his lips, tongue, hands and fingers to toy with him in every way he could until Garma was exhausted, cornering him and lighting his fire, only to push him away at the last moment. Garma, groped and stimulated sexually but denied release, agonized over the tingles smoldering deep in his flesh.
RJ7 smirked at the trembling Garma, and when the time was right, held his head down forcefully and bent over him.
“Uu…”
A moan escaped out of Garma’s throat, but RJ7’s protrusion smoothly passed through the tender flesh that had been toyed with and began to move. Garma gasped, his hands clasped tightly to the floor.
When RJ7 reached between Garma’s legs, he tightened his fingers and sealed the base of his crotch, making apparent his desire.
“Ah…ah…”
RJ7 used his hips, comfortably listening to Garma moaning in pain as he was held down so that he could not release. With the fingers that gripped Garma’s weakness, so as not to let him climax, he continued to push and rub against him.
Eventually, once RJ7 had pounded Garma’s insides with one-sided pleasure, he had a chicken-egg-sized vibrator he had prepared inserted in the place of his erection. Garma suffered from the size of the foreign object, but the wet and struggling gate of flirtatious flesh would soon accept everything.
RJ7 pushed further in with his long fingertips, this time using leather handcuffs to restrain Garma’s hands behind his back.
“Now… time to have some fun.”
Pulling the chain attached to the handcuffs, RJ7 took Garma to the bedroom.
Attached by a collar to one of the four rear pillars supporting the canopy, Garma, made to sit on the edge of the bed, could no longer turn his face down or away. And on the same bed, in front of Garma’s eyes, RJ7 invited Char to join in, his excitement peaking.
“Char…Char…”
Once he had released his desire inside Garma and quenched his arousal, RJ7 accepted the long-awaited Char, but he did not climax immediately, rather slowly devouring the pleasure. While greedily clinging to Char, he stared at the restrained Garma beside him with sadistic delight.
This was a recurring theme, but tonight there was a foreign object inside Garma that Char didn’t notice.
Forced into a state of lust, Garma, suppressed without being able to fulfill his desires, could not hide it due to his restraints, and was made to expose his unquenched body in front of the two. RJ7, who accepted Char’s love with his whole body, moaned with peak pleasure, completely mocking Garma’s agony.
“See us and feel it, you filthy slut.”
Humiliating Garma in front of Char only further heightened RJ7’s pleasure.
Tonight in particular, Char, who had nearly reached his peak with RJ7, took Garma’s chin and, as usual, twisted into his lips to finish the job. RJ7 then turned on the vibrator.
“Aaaauuuuuu….”
Garma moaned violently as he held Char in his mouth.
Unaware of what was going on, Char pulled Garma’s head back and forth by the hair, letting his lips handle it. RJ7 used a hidden switch to increase the intensity of the vibrator, and at once began to push Garma to the limit.
Garma shuddered, his abdomen rippling as he squirmed, and soon his desire burst, soiling the sheets just as Char slammed his fluids down the back of his throat.
“I can’t believe you came just by taking Char in your mouth…”
To Garma, being forced to clean up after the desires that his hated enemy, Char, had with his lover, was the most humiliating and miserable existence of all.
RJ7 planned to make Char think so too.
The next thing RJ7 came up with was to make Char think Garma was RJ7, and let Char sleep with him.
RJ7 carried out his plan knowing full well that Garma, who once loved but now hated Char, did not want to be touched by Char at all.
Of course, he didn’t want Char to notice…
And it was a warped curiosity to steal a glimpse of their union (sex).
RJ7 chose tomorrow, the eve of a grand banquet to be held for invited guests of honor from the Earth Federation. The banquet, where state guests and influential people from all over the country of Zeon were gathered, was to showcase the existence of the RJ7 (Garma Zabi) to the entire world.
Now, RJ7 (Garma Zabi), which had been completely accepted within Zeon, was to be recognized by all.
RJ7 chose the night before based on his intentions.
Tomorrow is the day when the original will completely lose its reason for existence. It was the last day, the most effective day to hurt both the mind and body of the original.
RJ7 took more time than usual to carefully play with Garma and get him hot and bothered. He also gave him an aphrodisiac drink so strong that his tongue went numb and he could not speak. Then he waited until Garma had gone limp and carried him to bed, before heading to Char’s office. It was late at night, but he knew Char was awake.
Char raised an eyebrow in reproach as RJ7 entered the room in a cream-colored gown.
“I need to get some rest for tomorrow…”
As Char was speaking, RJ7 interrupted him.
“You’re still awake too, you know.”
“I still have some work to do.”
RJ7 sat down on the edge of the office desk, peering at Char’s hands.
“I can’t sleep”
He said.
In addition, he chose an effective topic to attract Char’s attention.
The words,
“I don’t like dancing with women…”
Tomorrow, RJ7 would be in a position where he must escort the daughter of President Basiji of the Earth Federation.
“Well, that’s a problem.”
Char’s plan was for RJ7 to take President Basiji’s daughter as his wife someday to strengthen his ties with the Earth Federation, but the two had never spoken of it to each other. Even now, Char didn’t go that far.
“RJ7, you are a woman’s dream, but not just anyone will do. Only those in the highest position are worthy. Tomorrow, you’ll be taking care of President Basiji’s daughter.”
Char added the words,
“For my sake too…”
“For your sake?”
RJ7 repeated.
“Yes. For our sake.”
It is for the both of us, Char paraphrased.
“I understand. If it pleases you, I will dance with a woman or a man.”
RJ7 said mischievously. Char stood up from his chair and grabbed RJ7 in an embrace.
“No men. Just me…”
RJ7 leaned toward Char as he whispered in his ear.
“Char… let’s go to bed, just the two of us tonight… he’s not here.”
With a sweet, inviting voice, RJ7 quickly released from his grasp and exited the office to avoid the possibility that Char might be thrust into a state of sexual urgency and demand it here and now.
He was certain Char would follow soon. But what awaited in bed was the original.
“Nn…ah…”
With his lips sealed, Garma faintly awoke.
He could vaguely see golden hair.
He wanted to shout “Char,” but his tongue was so numb that he couldn’t get any meaningful words out of his mouth.
The numb tongue was sucked.
Garma could not remember when he put on the cream-colored gown. Not only that, now the front was untied, and Char’s hand was stroking his chest.
Char’s lips moved to the nape of his neck. The saliva-covered area felt cool as the lips pulled away.
Garma realized that Char had mistaken him for RJ7. But not only was he unable to say anything meaningful, he was also physically unable to push Char away.
Char’s kisses and caressing fingers moved down his body. Finally, reaching the lower extremities, Char’s lips engulfed Garma.
Immediately after the intense mixture of disgust and shock that ran through him, a deep euphoria overtook Garma. Invited by the lips wrapped around him as he was lovingly caressed, Garma gasped in an fearless exaltation.
Garma’s body was sluggish and consciousness foggy, but the flames of desire were burning fiercely, and he responded to Char with sensuality and a sharpened arousal.
At the moment Char held his lower legs and inserted his manhood, his heart screamed, but his body only felt pleasure.
Char looked down at him with a look of pained pleasure. Without closing his eyes, Garma gazed back at him.
A moment when the blue of the sky and the emerald green of the sea met again after several years.
A rhythm was born, and as Char’s hips began to move faster, Garma’s lower limbs responded, slowly regaining their movement.
A meaningless gasp spilled out and didn’t stop. Char’s upper body bent so far that he and Garma’s chests pressed against each other.
Accepting him as deeply within as possible, Char began his pistoning once more, rubbing his body against the front of Garma’s.
Garma reached climax before losing himself in the pleasure of his movements, and in response, Char also unleashed his scorching desire.
After seeing Char withdraw to his own bedroom, RJ7 appeared in front of the limp Garma and dragged him off the bed.
Garma groaned from the impact of the fall and the cold floor, and staggered to his feet. His legs were numb from the pleasure he had tasted.
His fearful heart was hollow, as if it had been shattered. Yet Garma himself couldn’t help but wonder if the form left behind was more than just broken.
“How was it being my replacement?”
RJ7 continued to Garma, who was holding on to the bedpost to support himself.
“Wasn’t Char great?”
RJ7 intended to ridicule Garma’s lewd sexual response, even in the arms of the man he least wanted to be held by.
However, the laughter faded from RJ7, now looking upon Garma with cynicism and contempt.
As the wounded and devastated Garma was about to leave the room, he saw his white inner thighs, with the bodily fluids of Char’s pleasure dripping down.
Since early morning, Garma had noticed a flurry of activity in the mansion.
Garma had been informed that a grand banquet would be held tonight at the State Guest House, just a few minutes away from Char Aznable’s estate. The banquet was broadcast by satellite not only throughout Zeon, but also to the countries of the Earth Federation. An effective demonstration of Major General Char Aznable’s next step towards becoming the commander of Zeon.
It was also the place where the existence of Garma Zabi, who was the symbol of Zeon and the symbol of national unity, would be revealed to the world. The day the world would officially recognize RJ7 as Garma Zabi.
And the day Garma would lose his reason for existence.
Standing in front of the wall-mounted mirror, Garma felt unusually calm as he stared at his pale, haggard reflection.
“Are you admiring your own face?”
At that moment, a voice called out from behind. When he turned around with a start, he saw RJ7 with a long cape, dressed in pure white formal wear with purple hair shining brightly.
At that moment, he looked wonderfully beautiful and magnificent.
However, his complexion was dull.
“Today is the day I decided to kill you.”
When RJ7 suddenly said those last words, he took out a concealed pistol and pointed it at Garma. Garma slowly backed away from the mirror.
He had always thought that Char would be the one to kill him. But whoever it might be, the result would be the same.
“What’s wrong? Aren’t you surprised? Why don’t you call for help?”
Garma quietly shook his head at RJ7, who continued.
“Don’t act so tough. You really think Char will come to your rescue?”
“Not at all. If it was him, he’d be coming to finish me off.”
Garma’s calm demeanor irritated RJ7.
“I came here to kill you without telling Char.”
“Why? Even if you told him, he wouldn’t object now.”
Garma was unaware. RJ7 became even more irritated.
“I should have killed you sooner. For my sake…”
RJ7’s voice mixed with an unbearable anguish. Knowing his confusion, Garma said soothingly,
“RJ7, you have been Garma Zabi for a long time now. Everyone recognizes that. …Because Char decided it was so.”
“You’re wrong. I know the truth!”
RJ7 objected to Garma with a shout.
“To Char, Garma will always be you alone. I understand that. That’s why I have to kill you…”
The white of Char’s bodily fluids that had slid down Garma’s inner thighs flashed in RJ7’s mind.
That’s when he realized.
No matter how many times they slept together, Char never released inside RJ7. While embracing RJ7’s body and driving it crazy, it was instead sent inside of Garma’s lips.
Until now, he had not noticed. Until now, he had been deceived by Char.
Burning in internal strife, RJ7 took a step closer towards killing Garma.
“How does it feel to be killed?”
An overbearing tone.
“Not bad. This will finally set me free.”
“Why don’t you at least put on a brave face and beg for mercy?”
“… There was a time when I was afraid to die. But now, I’m not afraid of anything. Humans can live up to 100 years at most. After that, there is nothing left. But Char brought me back to life. With this, my name, Garma Zabi, will be preserved for posterity. It has already been set in motion. Whether everything Char did was right or wrong will no longer be judged by us, but by future generations. For the sake of the world to come, I must die here and now. For the sake of the RJ7 version of me who will live from now on, and for the sake of Garma Zabi’s past not being tainted…”
In the sorrow of being betrayed by a trusted friend, Garma now gave everything to RJ7, who never lived as Lady.
“Hurry up and kill me, RJ7. And as atonement for killing your other self, you must live as Garma Zabi, remembering that history will be watching your actions from now on. You know? It’s tougher as the one who lives on. The moment you pull that trigger, you will be forced to take on that burden from me…”
Having said all that, Garma added quietly, at the end.
“But you’ll do just fine.”
“I accept it, so rest in peace – ”
The sound of a gunshot reverberated long into the soundproofed room.
The next moment, the body of RJ7 hit the floor with a heavy thud.
With his finger on the trigger, RJ7 was dead.
“Char…?!”
In the shadow of the door stood Char Aznable, his pistol still smoking.
Char silently put away his gun and walked into the room, kneeling beside RJ7 and gently closing his wide eyes. In addition, Machiavelli came in from behind carrying a garment case.
“Garma, hurry up and get ready. The ceremony starts at 4:00.”
“W-why, why did you kill RJ7?!”
Garma shook off Machiavelli, who was trying to get him to take off his loungewear, and approached Char Aznable.
“Why? Do you need an answer?”
“Of course I do!”
Char looked downcast at Garma, who had raised his voice uncharacteristically.
“I killed him, because his purpose as RJ7 was over.”
Garma glared at Char suspiciously.
“Purpose?”
“That’s right. He was your substitute, that was his purpose. Now get dressed, because even though your substitute is dead, you can no longer run and hide in front of a history that has already begun to move. Isn’t that right, Garma?”
Garma couldn’t understand what Char was thinking.
“Why do you still need me? The perfect RJ7 existed…”
Char gave Garma a slightly troubled, bitter look as he moved closer in disbelief. Then he laughed to himself.
“At first, that was not the plan. The plan was to use your duplicate to plot national unity. The RJ7 was manufactured for that purpose. But then, unexpectedly, I discovered that you were still alive on Earth. For the sake of my plan, I could not let you live. But as I learned more about the four years you had spent living on Earth, my thinking changed somewhat. I thought that you, Garma Zabi, had finally come within my reach.”
Char Aznable’s handsome face distorted just a little.
“I left my adoptive father with a vow of revenge against the Zabi family, and I did whatever it took to survive. I defiled my mind and body for the sake of revenge. I knew that I had caused you to feel the same way. I knew I had to make amends. But the plan was already in motion. The birth of the RJ7 was just around the corner. And I knew you couldn’t just forgive a man who betrayed you and tried to kill you. Then I thought of a way to live with you in Zeon, even if you didn’t forgive me, even if you hated me. We would announce Garma’s resurrection to the people with more pomp and pageantry than planned, and position our relationship in such a way that you would eventually have to take over the role from the impostor in honor of Garma Zabi, whether you wanted to or not…”
RJ7 lay on the floor like a marionette with broken strings.
“…I was planning to have you both swap roles a little later if RJ7 hadn’t realized my true intentions. But it’s frightening, I didn’t think his emotional side was so sharp.”
For a moment Garma couldn’t understand, so Char continued with a wry smile.
“…I told you before that I was surprised. You took it differently, but I realized then that I had always wanted you in my arms.”
That was what he wanted to say.
Garma bit his lip in dismay.
Ignoring the presence of Machiavelli, Char had confessed.
“Garma, will you come with me?”
Char Aznable pleaded with Garma, who did not respond.
“Don’t leave me to lead this era alone, Garma – ”
Garma didn’t answer.
You can’t believe everything Char says.
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However…
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Four years have passed since that day.
Living is hard.
Living on is even more painful.
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“Machiavelli, my clothes…”
Garma said in a dignified voice to Machiavelli who was standing behind him.
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Translator’s Notes
We’ve made it to the end of Fictional Opera!
It’s an understatement to say I had no idea what I was getting into. The length, Yamaai’s writing style, the intensity of the contents itself… There were a few times when I debated dropping this project, but I’m glad I kept at it to the very end. I will eventually be going over Azusa Noa’s essay in the back of this novel at a later date.
Now for the thank yous!
Thank you to my ever-patient editor, partner, and hub of Japanese knowledge, Zorio. I promise I won’t be so hard on myself next time :’)
Thank you to those who expressed interest in this back in January, and to everyone who read it all the way through. Did you enjoy it? I’d love to know what you think.
And thank you Shikiko Yamaai for one of the most intense and memorable reading experiences of my life. By coincidence, this year will mark this work’s 35th anniversary. Though it’s impossible to fully capture her writing style, I hope we did it justice in bringing Fictional Opera to an English speaking audience for the first time.