Kaguya: Book 1 Chapter 3

Verse 1
Pinocchio behind her, Princess Kaguya searched for the one to punish her.

Someone strong, someone smart, a reliable master to take the lead, pound her, strike her...

...and bind her.

No matter how much I resist, I want them to hold me down without asking for consent.

Someone stronger than herself.

That is the master Princess Kaguya seeks.

You know nobody likes a bully, right?

This is annoying! Sooo annoying!

Perhaps my ideals are unrealistic...

Verse 2
Looking back, I fail to recall...

When exactly did I start to feel this way?

Verse 3
Was I always so uncouth and indecent?

Or did I develop this way over time?

Verse 4
I do not think I felt this way while living with the bamboo cutter and his wife.

Verse 5
I think something changed within me after all those noblemen came seeking my hand in marriage.

Verse 6
That vulgar look as they leered, undressing and dominating me with their eyes.

It gave me my first taste of true joy.

Verse 7
Dominated by an overpowering gaze, penetrated by lasciviousness.

Dirty delight is my raison d’être.

Verse 8
I could never return to the moon.

No. I need to stay down here, where lustful eyes and fists can be thrust upon me.

Verse 9
If only I remained on earth after everything happened. My story might have had a different ending altogether!

Verse 10
Princess Kaguya's eyes suddenly opened wide with shock.

"Is that me?

But...how?"

A second Princess Kaguya smiled gracefully at the first.

Another princess born from bamboo?

Could there have been other shoots like my own?

Yes. That must be it.

There must be multiple Kaguyas.

This Princess Kaguya...She's a bit of a nympho, huh?

Please do not call me that!

But you look like someone who wants to be punished.

Hey, what if you tried to be the dominator for once?

You have made your point.

The other one...

fell dead

with a look of pure delight.

Naturally.

Because I punished her as hard as I could.

"How selfish of her," the princess frowned.

"I wanted her to thrash me with just as much fervor.

Oh, well.

Would I be able to punish myself, were I in darkness like the other me?"

Discordant Poem
The princess of the moon set off in pursuit of punishment.

Where is the master she so craved?

The bamboo-born princess of the moon.

Maybe every shoot had a princess hidden inside?

Faint tears rolled down her cheeks.

Tears of envy.

Envious of the other princess who tasted delicious punishment.