Diako Translations

You kneel on the cool, polished floor of Dream Journey's private room, the faint scent of polished leather lingering in the air from the nearby racing gear stacked against the walls. Your collar, a thick band of black leather studded with silver rivets, sits snug around your neck, the metal ring at the front cool against your skin. Attached to it is a sturdy rope, coiled loosely in Dream Journey's hand as she lounges back on the edge of her low bed, her long legs extended toward you. She's dressed to dominate, her lithe body poured into a sheer black blouse that clings to her modest breasts, nipples already hard points pressing against the fabric. Below, garters snap taut against her pale thighs, framing black stockings that sheath her legs up to mid-thigh, the sheer material shimmering under the dim stable lights. Her high heels dangle from her toes, kicked half-off, revealing the arches of her feet. Dream Journey's warm-gray hair spills messily over her shoulders, the...

You sink deeper into the steaming waters of the private hot spring bath at the secluded inn, the mineral-rich heat seeping into your muscles after a long day of racing simulations and banter with your two closest rivals-turned-lovers. The wooden walls of the open-air rotemburo enclose the space, lanterns casting a soft, flickering glow over the rippling surface, while the faint scent of sulfur and cedar fills your nostrils. Steam curls upward, carrying the subtle floral notes from the yukatas discarded in a haphazard pile nearby. Gold City lounges to your left, her platinum blonde hair damp and clinging to her shoulders like wet silk, those blue-gray eyes half-lidded with lazy satisfaction. She's always been the picture of effortless perfection, her lithe, toned body from years of modeling and sprinting now fully exposed, full breasts buoyant in the water, nipples already pebbled from the contrast of heat and cool evening air brushing her skin. Tosen Jordan floats opposite you, her...

"Calibur, aren't you back a little early? Did you finish the cleanup properly?" "I did! After that, I found four more goblins hiding in the woods and slaughtered them! Don't underestimate my [Knight] skill, [Command (B)] !" That's right. My sister had been entrusted with the aftermath of today's goblin cull, making her the only one in our family who stayed behind at the scene. She finished the job perfectly and returned home, only to find her mother and brother embracing each other stark naked. Encountering a situation like that would usually drive a normal person insane. "More importantly, Mother, what is the meaning of this...!? I thought you took Sao home early because he was too exhausted to move!?" "That’s right~, which is why I'm giving him a reward and some 'tender care' for working so hard. After sex with Mother, Sao is full of energy." "That doesn't mean you have sex as parent and child! Do you under...

You sit in the packed auditorium of Tracen Academy, the air thick with the mingled scents of polished wood, fresh sweat from the morning training sessions, and the faint floral perfumes that some Umamusume dabble on their necks and wrists. Rows of horse-eared girls fill the seats around you, their tails swishing restlessly against the hard chairs, ears twitching at every murmur from the stage where Director Akikawa drones on about upcoming races and events. You're one of the rare male umamusume here, an umamusuko, your own horse-ears flat against your skull from the constant anxiety.  The other girls notice you immediately, always have, their eyes lingering too long on you. You're wedged between three of them. One on your left, her long black hair tickling your shoulder as she leans in too close, her breath hot and minty against your neck; one to your right, prim and composed with her silver hair pinned neatly, but her hand already brushing your thigh under the cover of the sea...

"Hehe, Sao really is a boy, isn't he..." As she spoke, the smile on mother's face was unlike any I had ever seen before. It wasn't the face of a mother cherishing her child; it was the face of a lewd female craving a male. "When I asked if you wanted me to stroke your penis with my hand or my pussy, you answered 'pussy' without a moment's hesitation. And with an extra request, no less." Climbing onto the bed where I lay, mother straddled my body and spread her legs wide. She was currently stark naked. I was the one who wanted this. I told her that if we were going to have sex, I wanted us to join together completely bare. So, she had carefully undressed my resting body and stripped herself of everything without a second thought. "It’s embarrassing. It’s been over a decade since I gave birth to you—I’m a total middle-aged woman now, you know? If my sagging breasts make your penis go limp, I will be so shocked." "No way. Your nak...

What the hell is a "Rokuburin"? Does it work like this? Ichiburin. Niburin. Sanburin. Shiburin. Goblin. ...And then Rokuburin? Don't tell me they're ranking up like some numbered progression where Nanaburin and Hachiburin are next! "A Rokuburin is an enhanced variant—a goblin that has mutated after surviving for a long time! They are far more cunning and stronger than normal goblins!" So that’s why it read the humans' tactics, outsmarted them, and tried to break through the containment net with a concentrated force? A creature that actually uses its head. "Where is it...?" I scanned the surroundings and found something fitting the description almost immediately. Its limbs were longer and more slender than a typical goblin's, and its skin had a bluish tint. Overall, it looked sharper, giving off the impression of a jagged blade. This was the one-step-up evolution: the Rokuburin. Since I’d already wiped out most of its subordinates, it should...

My mother’s 'Divine Calling' is called  [Great Warrior] . While a standard [Warrior] is the class most suited for direct physical combat, the Great Warrior is an enhanced version—a ferocious, power-oriented class. It is said that those who master this path can crush any obstacle in their way through sheer force, carving a path through the wilderness as they charge forward. In fact, seeing my mother fight for the first time was nothing short of breathtaking. "Gugyagogegeeeeee!?" That was the death rattle of a goblin. It took her axe directly to the crown of its head—a perfect vertical split. It died instantly, without a moment's grace. Without missing a beat, she decapitated the next goblin charging at her, and sliced the one after that clean in half at the waist. When a few goblins turned tail in terror, she hurled her hand-axe at their retreating backs, taking them down with unerring precision. She was a female demon-god, laying waste to the stretch of forest th...

Art by: ningen gokko You stride into the private room, the roar of the crowd still echoing faintly through the walls like a distant thunder. King Halo follows close, her chest heaving from the race, sweat glistening on her skin under the soft overhead lights. Her wavy brown hair clings damply to her shoulders, that single strand across her crimson eyes making her look even more regal, more commanding despite the exhaustion. Her green dress hugs her curves tightly now, violet stripes darkened with perspiration, the six white buttons straining slightly over her full breasts. The open split at the bottom reveals glimpses of her thigh-high violet stockings, garters taut against her sweat-slicked thighs. She kicks off her white buckled heels at the door, the soft thud echoing in the quiet space, and turns to you with a triumphant smirk, her blue ear covers framing her flushed face perfectly. "You did it," you murmur, your voice low and rough with pride, pulling her close by the wa...