Diako Translations

Striding down the hallway with a steady clack of footsteps was Rika, her hair a blend of black and gold. Walking with long, slender legs, she looked like a top model. Seeing her, the surrounding students—especially the girls—broke into high-pitched, excited cheers. "Wow, it’s Onizuka-san."  "She’s so beautiful and cool again today."  "And lately, she doesn't seem so cold anymore, so she’s easier to talk to!"  "Yeah, she gives such kind replies. If I knew she was like that, I would've talked to her much sooner!" While they were chatting, a thundering sound of footsteps—far noisier than Rika’s—approached. A voice echoed from afar, growing louder and closer as a figure lunged toward Rika... "Ri-ka-chan!" A massive impact hit Rika’s midsection. Diving in with her full body weight was Mai, her long, beautiful black hair tied into a side-tail. She rubbed her head against Rika’s stomach with a look of pure bliss. Meanwhile, Rika turned...

He rubbed his member against Rika’s folds, slick with moisture. A thick flood of arousal was already seeping from her, allowing him to glide against her skin instantly. He was already coated in a sticky mess of her and Mai’s saliva, so there was more than enough natural lubrication. This was a tease—a playful, affectionate dalliance between a doting couple. They ground their lower bodies together, staring intently into each other's eyes. They watched one another with a gaze full of pure, unadulterated devotion. "Ah!!" Thud! He drove his member all the way to the hilt in one go. He scraped against her walls and slammed upward against her cervix. Rika opened her mouth wide, as if exhaling every bit of air in her lungs. She reached a peak from that single thrust. "Ah, ah, ah, ah... ❤️" The room filled with the obscene sound of viscous fluids being churned. The overflowing arousal stained Rika’s thighs and Eiji’s shaft, soaking their pubic hair. Pinned beneath the ...

"Terui, come here." Eiji spoke her family name along with a short command. It was a blunt, brief order, and if it could be understood by anyone, it meant—literally—to approach him. "Yes, Master." But the thoroughly broken-in Mai... having fully accepted Eiji as her master, picked up on his unspoken subtext perfectly. The member, still messy with semen and the saliva of the two girls, remained pointed upward. She brought her body close, bringing her heavy, swaying G-cup breasts toward it... And with a soft touch , she sandwiched his member in her cleavage. She couldn't completely hide the massive rod, but the "breast pressure" she provided was more than enough. As Mai squeezed her breasts together from both sides, the pressure intensified.  Perhaps because she had been serving him with her mouth and the scent had hit her, sweat had pooled in her valley, making the sliding motion slick and smooth. His pubic hair brushed against her breasts, but Mai didn...

 "Hyah!"  "Ah...!" With a flashy leap, Mai pounced and unceremoniously shoved Rika—who had been sitting on top of Eiji—aside. Having pinned Eiji onto his back, she straddled him triumphantly. "Heh... This is my power..."  "What are you even talking about?" Ignoring Eiji, who was looking up at her with an exasperated expression, she flashed a smug look. That said, the view of her G-cup twin mounds from below was spectacular, and Eiji didn't have the slightest intention of pushing her off. "Rika-chan, just stay there and watch. This is my solo stage." As she spoke, Mai began stripping the clothes off the reclining Eiji. Her movements were incredibly practiced, betraying just how much she regularly served her "Master," though she was too focused to notice the deadpan look Rika was giving her. "Whoa, it’s already big. Are you a total pervert or something?"  "I don't think a girl straddling a man while stark ...

"W-what’s with you...?" At the sudden roar, Eiji’s eyes bugged out in confusion. Well, to be fair, he wasn't that surprised to be yelled at. If you’re caught having a lovey-dovey, lip-locking session with someone’s girlfriend while in the seated position, you’d expect a little anger. But while he’d prepared for her to be mad, he never expected her to be screaming about the difference in treatment. "I said! The difference! The way you treat Rika-chan versus the way you treat me!!"  "That’s the part you're mad about...?" Eiji made a bewildered face. To put it simply, Mai was jealous. Not of Eiji for kissing Rika, but of Rika for being treated so gently by Eiji. "...Wait, that’s not all! Why the hell are you having a lovey-dovey kissy-time with my girlfriend anyway!?"  "Right, there it is. That’s the part you're actually supposed to be mad at." Eiji let out a sigh of relief. Well, not that there was much to be relieved about....

 Mai was dissatisfied. After school, in an empty classroom. The setting sun was streaming in—a perfect, romantic situation. In front of her sat her precious, precious, adorable lover, Rika. Normally, they would be having a fun conversation, and Rika would return a gentle smile... It should have been wonderful. And yet, Mai was puffing out her cheeks in a blatant display of discontent. Why? The reason was simple: even though she was right in front of her, Rika’s mind was clearly somewhere else. It would have been one thing if Rika was just letting Mai's chatter go in one ear and out the other. Mai understood that her high energy and Rika’s quiet wavelength didn't always sync up perfectly. But that face... that was the face of a girl completely lost in thought about someone she liked! Mai couldn't stand it. Since Rika had no friends—male or female—Mai assumed she was thinking about her parents, but she still wanted Rika to look at and think only about her . So, she finally sp...

Wakako froze, as if turned to stone, unable to move from her spot. She couldn't move her legs to run, nor could she move her hands, which had been fumbling with her own breasts and lap. Her eyes were wide, a cold sweat poured down her skin, and her breathing was ragged. Naturally, it wasn't out of excitement. Rather, her body—which had been burning with arousal just moments before—was now chilled as if doused with ice water. (He saw me... he saw me peeking...?!) The color drained from Wakako’s refined face. "Turning pale" was too mild a description; she went deathly white. It was only natural. She was already a wretched mother for spying on her daughter’s carnal affairs, but she had been using it as fuel to pleasuring herself. A mother like that shouldn't exist. If Eiji were to whisper the truth into Rika’s ear right now, the relationship between Wakako and her daughter would be changed forever. Of course, they were a mother and daughter who cherished each other d...

"Phew... I'm so glad the boy Rika brought home seems like such a steady, dependable young man." So said Rika’s mother, Wakako. She had placed juice and the sweets Eiji brought as a gift onto a tray and was heading up the stairs toward Rika’s room. Since it was a gift they’d received, she figured it would be best for him to enjoy some as well. Besides, she was a little curious about the atmosphere between them. Rika seemed to have let her guard down quite a bit, but... "Oh, what if they're in the middle of a 'youthful moment'...!" Wakako let out a little squeal and wiggled her body, deftly maintaining the balance of the tray. Her physique was even more glamorous than Rika's, and since she still looked remarkably youthful, the movement resembled a highly provocative dance. Of course, no one was watching her right now, so she was in the clear. Her husband had been fussing, saying, "It’s dangerous to let her go alone with that beast! I’m worried...

"N-no, stop! Why would you... ah...!" Rika’s face turned beet-red from shame as she tried to pull her arms down. However, her slender wrists were gripped firmly and held aloft. She was no match for Eiji, who was powerful even by a man’s standards; she had no choice but to keep her arms raised, exposing her underarms. Up close, her underarms were so pristine that one would wonder what she was so embarrassed about. Most Japanese women seem to fastidiously manage their body hair, and both Mai and Rika appeared to be no exception. Mai, driven by an almost terrifyingly strong desire to be cute and pampered by men, was naturally meticulous about it—though she apparently hadn't expected anyone to see her pubic hair, which remained somewhat thick. Rika, perhaps influenced by having Mai as her lover, also kept herself well-groomed. Furthermore, she was in the swimming club. Since she exposed her underarms far more often than Mai, she was particularly careful. The result was smooth...

"Ah, ah, ah, ah... ❤️" In a faint, raspy whisper, Rika parts her succulent lips to let out a series of gasps. Truthfully, she wants to raise her voice louder and lose herself in the pleasure with her entire being, but she can't—not with her family just downstairs. Besides, her father is such a doting, overprotective parent that if he heard a voice like that, he’d likely burst into the room in an instant. However, the effort of trying to force her voice down only heightens the sense of immorality, making her body even more excited and the pleasure that much more intense. Because of this, even though they are still joined in the seated position, her center has become a frothy, squelching mess of arousal. It clings thickly to Eiji’s heavy thighs, drawing thin, glistening threads every time her body is lifted upward. Since they have been moving in such close contact for so long, beads of sweat shimmer across her entire body. Moving up and down while clinging to Eiji’s hard fr...