Diako Translations

And so, my interrogation of the prisoner ended up being nothing more than me enjoying sex, yet for some reason, I was still able to obtain useful information. "The mastermind who ordered my assassination was indeed someone belonging to the Aristocratic Purists. Just as I predicted." "Though we didn't manage to find out exactly who it was." The female assassin I interrogated was, after all, a mere grunt; she wasn't in a position important enough to be told the full scope of the job. Even the orders were issued through the Guild, and she claimed she had never even met the client in person. It’s a standard tactic for organized criminal activity. They always let the disposable underlings take the risks, while the truly evil ones never emerge from their safe spots in the shadows. "Confirming the existence of this 'Neo-Assassin Guild' is a harvest in itself. So, the Assassin's Guild has truly been resurrected? Garbage and scoundrels always seem to...

So, the assassin we captured was a woman after all. Honestly, I had a feeling. From the moment she was hiding under the bed, something gave her away. The rhythm of her breathing, the subtle scent of her body heat... it was clearly different from a man's. That’s exactly why I didn't hesitate to crush the other three when I sensed their "definitely male" presence. Well, since we went through the trouble of taking a prisoner, it only makes sense to utilize her to the fullest—making her vomit up every secret she knows to track down the mastermind. But still... "Your Majesty, what did you just say?" "I said, I wish to entrust the interrogation of the captured assassin to you, Sao." "Ugh, so I didn't mishear you." Why me? Normally, isn't this the kind of job for a professional interrogator or a torture specialist—someone who can dismantle the opponent’s mental structure with polished, veteran techniques and make them blab about things t...

Shortly after, a swarm of Royal Guards came cascading into the Queen's bedroom. It was absolute, utter chaos. I suppose that’s only natural when your sovereign was nearly assassinated. According to what I heard later, the Queen’s personal maids and guards had been waiting for her return in a completely different room within the palace. However, no matter how long they waited, the Queen never arrived. They were just beginning to think, "Something is wrong," when the commotion finally broke out. "It seems my attendants were fed false information," the Queen explained to me later. "Within the palace, there are several bedrooms I can choose from depending on my mood. It appears someone manipulated those options to skillfully guide me and my followers to separate locations." "You change bedrooms on a whim...!?" "It doubles as a security measure so assassins can't pin down my location, you see?" "Doesn't it defeat the whole p...

After the blinding ecstasy of our intercourse was complete... I was still there, sprawled out on the bed in the Queen’s private chambers. I lay spread-eagle, my groin enveloped in a warmth that felt like being dipped into a basin of heated water. That sensation was my penis being housed inside a woman’s mouth. And the one performing fellatio was none other than the Queen herself. "Sluuurp... squelch... slurp... ❤️❤️ Gurgle... schloooop... ❤️❤️" She was making saliva-drenched noises that lacked even a shred of royal elegance. The Queen’s oral technique involved a bold, sweeping use of her tongue that could put a professional to shame. More importantly, it felt incredible. This was blowjob-bar-level skill. Why did the Queen possess such a high-tier technique? "Wait, even before that... isn't having the Queen suck my dick the ultimate act of disrespect?" It's not like I asked for this! The moment my guard dropped after our session, I realized the Queen had latc...

The year-end banquet had progressed well into its peak. The main event—the bingo tournament—had concluded, and the atmosphere had shifted into a relaxed, free-flowing conversation. You could hear whispers of people splitting into smaller groups to plan their after-parties. In the midst of that... "Gotta hit the restroom." I figured I’d take care of business before leaving the palace. As someone reincarnated from a prosperous modern society, the idea of peeing on the side of the road is unthinkable to me, so I go when the opportunity arises. Plus, I was genuinely curious just how luxurious a royal palace bathroom could be. "It was actually... surprisingly normal." Wiping my hands, I tried to head back to the hall where Big Sis and the others were waiting, but... "Wait, which way did I come from?" The sheer, redundant vastness and complexity of the Royal Palace—the most extravagant building in the country—had finally bared its fangs at me! Because it’s so ri...