Diako Translations

Karen Confesses Her Love and Undergoes a Hymen Inspection Academy classes generally end around 15:00. Once school is out, students—aside from those in martial arts or equestrian clubs or those staying late to study in the library—head home accompanied by their attendants. Many spend their after-school hours living the "normie" life, going to cafes in groups or strolling along the canals, but today, Karen was waiting for me at the main gate. "Ah, Allen. It’s been a while... hasn't it?" "Sorry to keep you waiting, Karen. Shall we go?" I hadn't seen Karen since the selection trials. Her bright chestnut hair was tied in a ponytail, and though she was in chic casual wear, she seemed to be intentionally emphasizing her chest. As we started walking, she immediately entwined her arm with mine. She was purposely pressing the fullness of her large breasts against me, likely wanting to get me excited. Lina followed three paces behind, exuding the composed aur...

  Lina is Immediately Fucked and Creampied on Campus During Lunch Break The National Novardard Academy I attend is a school where only noble boys and their attendants are enrolled. While there are dormitories, most students commute on foot from their homes. In this world, nobles have a more bureaucratic nature rather than being local feudal lords; they leave the administration of their territories to deputies. Therefore, I only visit my family's lands a few times a year—it feels more like going on a trip than anything else. Upon arriving at the academy and entering the school building, I first part ways with my attendant as we head to our respective classes. Even within the same academy, the taught curriculum differs greatly. It feels as though a boys' school and a girls' school are existing on the same grounds. As soon as I enter the classroom, my friends call out to me. "Good morning, Allen." The one who spoke was my friend, Guel. He has chestnut hair and blue e...

Lina Performs the Morning Service It has been 16 years since I—once an ordinary university student—was born into this world as Allen, the heir to a Count’s household, while retaining the memories of my previous life. This world is a peaceful and stable society. Public order is excellent, the climate is pleasant, and people don't suffer from hunger; they accept their fixed social status, so there’s no worry of a revolution breaking out. However, if there is one aspect that is... unusual regarding sexual life, well—I’ll start telling you all that story now. Starting this year, I am attending an academy where only noble boys and their attendants are permitted to enroll. For my "attendant classmate"—the single companion allowed to accompany me—I chose Lina, a maid who has served me since we were children. Lina is characterized by her beautiful, wavy silver hair and slender limbs, with impressive breasts that look like they'll grow even larger in the future. She has a gent...

 My hay fever meds weren't really working; my eyes were so itchy I couldn't sleep, so I turned on my computer and started idling away the time. Well, that's how I ended up browsing an adult video site, and new releases from Aoi-san’s mother, Maria Kuroishi, and Ms. Mori’s sister, Yulia-san, caught my eye. The mother’s video had a bizarre title like “Shock Retirement Remarriage! Blessed Gangbang: Kime-Seku in Front of the Groom,” but I figured I’d pre-order it for now. Playing the sample, there she was—Maria-san—standing in a see-through wedding dress that left her bountiful breasts and hips completely exposed. In front of her sat a man who appeared to be her new husband, tied to a chair with a collar around his neck. "Darling, look at the real me," Maria said. "This is the last time I’ll ever let myself be taken in front of others." As she spoke, a crowd of naked men flooded in. She knelt down, pleading, "Ah, cock... Maria loves cock so much... can...

  Ah, trouble, I thought as I looked at Yuu-kun, who had arrived late. His face—it’s the face of a "man" now. My intuition tells me this kind of man is best left alone—like a sleeping god you don't want to wake. "Are you feeling unwell?" I asked, keeping my tone casual, but he remained perfectly charming. I know from my own experiences in my youth that when a boy learns about women—specifically, the wrong kind of women—it gives birth to a troublesome man like this. A classmate of mine back in university was just like that. There was a boy who fell head over heels for me. I remember him being a cute boy, appearing much younger than I was. At that age, it’s unavoidable that girls are more experienced than boys, so I couldn't help but tease him. If it were now, perhaps we could have built a different kind of relationship. But a connection that starts out out-of-sync usually stays that way until the end. If only I had been more honest... Haa... his family was...

 Even though it’s only been a dozen or so years, if you live sincerely, you eventually experience a few "falls from grace"—moments where you learn to tolerantly accept the norms of home and school only to exploit them. However, between living alone and my mother’s long-term absence, I feel like I’ve experienced the exact opposite. To put it simply, I never really had a "home" to begin with—at least not a spiritual one. Perhaps that’s why everyone, especially women, has always been excessively kind to me. It’s the same today. Ms. Mayumi, who maintains a perfect, bountiful richness of both mind and body as my western neighbor, is one of them. Even before I officially started living alone, she was always interested in my lifestyle, bringing over meals, sweets, and checking in on me. I didn't realize it until recently, but perhaps to her, I looked like a child who had been neglected. Though, for a "neglected" kid, I grew up rather well. At 170cm and physic...

 "Coffee is fine, right? You weren't a fan of green tea." "Yeah." We sat across from each other at the kitchen table. I didn't know what to say, so I ended up asking, "Um, were you... were you hurt?" Aoi-san looked at me as if she were appalled. "I'm fine. It happens all the time." Then she added, "I'm transferring schools in the spring. Don't get the wrong idea—it's not because of what happened this time. It’s just because of my mom’s work schedule." "To where?" "Naha. She says she's changing jobs to a soapland down there." "I see." Aoi-san stared at me intently. "Yuu-kun, you’ve always been a strange kid, haven't you? Like you already know everything there is to know about the adult world." "That's not true." "It is. I mean, you even take your coffee black, right? And the way you keep your distance from women... it's the same." "Um...

 The classroom was buzzing. Especially the girls. They kept leaning in, whispering to me, "Aoi, did you see?" I had no idea what they were talking about until the story came out: this morning, Yuu-kun had arrived at school holding hands with a blonde high school girl. "I see," I replied with a composed face. My expression of anger isn't cheap enough to show just anyone. The boy in question, sitting right next to me, seemed completely oblivious to the situation. He just looked a bit sleepy. When I asked if he'd stayed up late, he said, "Yeah, the neighbors were noisy." I asked if it was the house where we used to live. He said, "Yeah, they’re quite energetic," and I understood immediately. In this neighborhood, facts travel faster than the speed of light, especially among women. And it’s usually the men—outsiders—who add the exaggerated "fins and scales" to the story. Even now, the girls were shaken by the fact that he walked to ...

I’m certain Mayumi-san left her curtains open just to show off. She’s such a nympho. I can’t accept why an old lady like that got to be Yuu-kun’s first woman. That’s why I’m going to show her mine. I’m giving Yuu-kun the virginity I’ve been saving so carefully. "Eh? Are you my senpai?" When he asked that, I was the one who was surprised. He really didn't have any interest in me at all, did he? Well, fine. Look—kiss me more, tangle your tongue with mine and make me feel good. As if he could hear my silent prayer, this younger boy accepted me. It’s a strange feeling. Maybe it’s because he’s muscular, or maybe it's because I’ve been peeking at the intense sex happening in the house next door. My whole body has become sensitive. I want to take off my uniform. I hate the fabric touching my skin—anything that separates Yuu-kun and me. Hey, take it off, I pleaded. My lower half, already down to just underwear, was stripped bare. Then, he stroked me there. I could tell I was...

 Tuesday, clear skies. Yet, tomorrow’s forecast predicts rain all day long. After I got home, the youngest sister of my neighbor, Rena-san, showed up. She had beautiful blonde hair and was wearing a school uniform. Come to think of it, I’d met the middle sister, Shinobu-san, once before on a snowy day. "Good morning," she said, giving me a polite bow. "I have a message from my sister, Shinobu." I had a bad feeling about this. "She’s pregnant. She says 'thank you'." Wait, really? We only did it that one time back then when she practically milked me dry... is it actually true? Even as she saw me looking troubled, she just kept on smiling. "I’m coming in." She kicked off her shoes and headed straight into the living room. I hurried after her. Suddenly, she spun around, grabbed me, and pinned me down onto the sofa. "The rest of Shinobu-nee’s message was: 'It’s probably my husband’s child'." Well, yeah, that makes sense... b...

 Lately, thanks to my father’s absence, I’ve been able to enter the library freely. Browsing through the shelves, I’ve found various old texts claiming that the period up until February is the peak season for gourmet dining, or that Japan’s climate was never originally meant to be easy to live in. I have no desire to be boorish enough to actually verify these claims, but I do find myself wondering about them in my own way. The morning news mentioned that the first gale of spring—the Haru-Ichiban —is expected to blow. February is ending; spring is coming. Yes, the season where coats aren't needed is approaching. The era of "naked coat" antics is over, only to be replaced by an increase in revealing clothing, which I find equally tiresome. People who actually possess a physique worth showing off are rare; I wish others would consider the distress of those of us forced to behold the skin of people we don't even like. If I happen to stare occasionally, it’s not that I’m l...