Diako Translations

Several years later. I officially became the King. I had predicted it would be a bit further in the future, but Father unexpectedly nearly died after choking on a mochi rice cake, leading to a sudden and urgent execution of the succession. In the ensuing chaos, a few insolent brothers attempted to seize the throne for themselves, but after a series of conspiracies and dark struggles, I successfully eliminated them all. In the shadows of that victory, the cooperation of Eliza’s family—the House of the Duke—was immense. There was also a tiny bit of help from Anna’s family, the Baron’s house. I made sure the marriages were finalized before the coronation. First, a grand wedding with Eliza. Then, about six months later, a quiet ceremony for the marriage to Anna. I was told I could have made it a grand affair—or even married her alongside Eliza—but she insisted on keeping it modest, acting with the restraint expected of a consort. It seems Anna truly developed a sense of self-awareness rega...

The next morning. I welcomed Eliza into my private chambers to issue a formal notification. As the daughter of a Duke and my officially recognized future Queen, Eliza sat across from me with a regal poise that made my heart race for all the wrong reasons. Declaring "Hey, I’m taking a mistress" during our engagement period is usually a one-way ticket to a broken relationship. "So," Eliza began, her voice steady. "You intend to take Lady Anna, the daughter of a Baron, as a consort." "Y-yes...!" "I understand that as a future King, you must maintain the bloodline and have multiple wives. But... I would like to hear why you chose her specifically." "Because... if I leave her to her own devices, she's dangerous." "What a strangely passive reason." I couldn't help it. If I let my past-life sister run wild as the "Heroine," she really might destroy the world's logic. Giving her the status of a consort...

 I wasn't about to let this end with just one internal ejaculation. I kept my penis buried inside her and immediately began the second round without pulling out. “Ohoo-hooo! ❤️❤️ My meat-toilet pussy is being gouged again! It’s grinding inside meeee! ❤️❤️❤️❤️” Her canal, now slicker than ever thanks to the fresh semen, made a distinct, wet squelching sound with every thrust. She was blooming beautifully into a perfect flesh-toilet, but I wasn't doing this just to degrade her—well, not just for that. I know it doesn't look that way. You’re probably thinking, "You're clearly enjoying this sadistic sex, what other motive could you possibly have?" I’m starting to hear the auditory hallucinations of my own guilt. But listen! The reason I’m exerting my royal authority to carry out this ruthless violation is that it’s the only way to save my own skin! This is a battle for survival! What do I mean? Listen. I was about to be ensnared by the "World Compulsion...

 Summoning a woman to one's room at night—whether in another world or the original one—carries a singular, unmistakable meaning. It’s sex time. The young ladies currently in the palace under the guise of "etiquette training" are, in truth, predators eyeing the position of a royal consort. To share a bed with me, the future King, is their ultimate ambition. A single night with the Prince can catapult their status and bring them closer to their goal than years of social maneuvering. The only thing that isn't certain is whether the Prince will grow bored after one night, or if a background check will uncover some fatal flaw that causes the vassals to intervene. Regardless, a woman who has been filled with the Prince's seed is treated with the utmost care until it’s confirmed whether she has conceived. That is the way of this world. Thus, when I bypassed the formalities and specifically named Baroness Anna for my bedchamber tonight, it sent a shockwave through the cou...

 My life with Eliza following our formal engagement has been, for the most part, smooth sailing. Our life behind closed doors is also flourishing to the point where people are whispering, "Which will come first: the wedding or the pregnancy?"  The rumors that Eliza and I are "at it" practically twenty-four-seven have caused a few starchy officials to furrow their brows, but the general public views it favorably as a sign of a devoted future King and Queen. She has the perfect pedigree. She is wise and well-versed in etiquette. She has the backbone to manage the Royal Court. She is head-over-heels for her Prince. And she’ll likely pop out heirs like a natural. From every possible angle, she is a flawless match. If the future Queen is secure, the nation is secure. But despite the bright outlook, I couldn't shake a nameless dread. If this world truly follows the logic of an Otome game ... it’s about time for her to show up. The Heroine. In a game, the Heroine is t...

 Ever since my formal engagement to Lady Elisabela Shreiburn... My life has been proceeding smoothly. The biggest change is that I now have sex with Eliza almost every single day. Even though she’s been buried under a mountain of elite education to prepare her for the role of Queen, she still manages to carve out time from her hectic schedule to come to my bedroom. Actually, lately, we’ve been doing it in places other than the bedroom. For example, in the palace courtyard in the middle of the night... "Ahhh... I’ve been waiting so long for this 'stroll play'..." On the elegant grass surrounded by the castle walls, a maiden was parading around stark naked. That maiden was Eliza. She wasn't just walking; she was on all fours like a beast. The only thing she wore on her bare body was a collar, and the leash extending from it completed the picture. Yes—she was a dog on a walk. Eliza, who should be one of the most noble women in this country, was shamelessly mimicking ...

 "E-Elisabela, Milady...!" The maid's vagina constricted in an instant—shriveling up so tightly around my intruding member that it actually hurt. "Is this... a vaginal spasm?!" No. It was tension born of pure survival instinct. "Please! I beg you, do not misunderstand!!" Mino the maid practically tumbled off the bed, dropping directly onto her knees on the floor. In the process, my penis was naturally pulled from her canal. Still stark naked from our mid-session activities, she pressed her forehead against the floorboards. Could it be...? The legendary Naked Dogeza ?! "I am a maid! In the presence of noble royalty, I am nothing but a mere scrap of wood! I do not even have the right to be considered human! Therefore, joining with the Prince is merely him indulging in masturbation using my 'flesh-hole'! It is absolutely not infidelity!" What a piece of acrobatic logic. By defining herself as a "Flesh-Onahole" without human rig...

After officially getting engaged to Eliza... My daily life continues without a hitch. As for what I’m doing right now—I’m sitting at my desk, right in the middle of handling official business. People probably think I’m just a useless prince who spends every waking moment having sex, but believe it or not, I actually get my work done. In the future, I’ll be the one succeeding my father and becoming King myself. To ensure I'm ready to shoulder that heavy responsibility at any time, several administrative tasks have been handed down to me, and I’m tackling them head-on. In fact, I’m being saddled with so much of the workload that people are saying the King himself is already in a state of comfortable retirement. I’ve half a mind to stage a coup. Well, in the world of Otome games, it’s a given that a Prince is about four times more competent than a normal human being. Being a Prince while possessing the authority and ability of a King is... par for the course, I suppose? Anyway, while ...