Diako Translations

 The Older Sister is on Her Period "Fufuff... As expected, you're trying hard..."  "Aah aaah... Please, please forgive me already..." After wandering in a heaven that felt like it would go on infinitely, when his G-spot was struck by her strong gills, Junko finally let out a groan and went completely limp. The female body, drenched in sweat from head to toe, radiated the mature scent of a woman mixed with a heavy lewd odor. Her panting face was slick with sweat, and damp strands of hair stuck to her forehead in a bewitching manner. "Now then, next is your turn... Reina."  "Aah..." Even after ravaging her younger sister and the female teacher back-to-back and wearing them out completely, the man remained completely unbothered, his phallus still standing tall and dripping with thick, muddy love nectar. Realizing once again that she was about to become the captive of such an outrageous man, R...

 VS Skeleton Horde "Keh keh keh!" "Clack clack." "As expected, they've revived..." The swarm of skeletons, composed of bones tinged with a bluish-white moonlight, displayed a strange, eerie sort of beauty to me. Naturally, this village—or rather, this district—had a graveyard. Under normal circumstances, it posed no harm at all, but now that this world was overflowing with zombies, the likelihood of undead emerging from the graveyard, just like in another world, had become extremely high. "This district isn't burial-ground styled, so if anything was going to pop out, I figured it'd be skeletons..." My prediction seemed to have hit the mark brilliantly. Out from within the graveyard—where the tombs of the residents from the dozen or so houses in this district stood—dozens of skeletons emerged, destroying the graves as they wandered about the enclosure. "There's still ...

Skeleton "Were you summoned to another world and defeated the Demon King?" "Believe it or not, that's up to you, Sakata-san, but this ability is a leftover from those times. You can just think of it as magic tricks, though." "There's no way this is a magic trick. Without any setup or gimmicks, out of nowhere, you produce convenience store bento boxes, bottled drinks, and even convenience store sweets... Shirai-san, you're not shaken by this at all..." Unlike Sakata-san, who listened to my explanation with a solemn expression, Shirai-san had already polished off a katsudon, an extra parent-and-child bowl (oyakodon), and was now eating two convenience store cakes. She must have been terribly hungry. "Eh? Isn't it because you spent five years fighting in another world that you've gotten so incredibly strong, put on muscle compared to a few days ago, and look so refreshed with such cl...

 Tragedy of the Prequel As the "Zombie Bomb" detonated and plunged the peaceful town into a living hell, five hundred cultists burst forth into the city. Naturally, limitations were placed on Pork's abilities as well, but in a situation where no Orthodox executives were present, one would have to say she was invincible. Leaving the cultists sliding down the mountain slope in her wake, three executives took to the night sky. The cult leader himself took the vanguard, with two executives running closely behind him. The morale of the mob members was soaring through the roof. Descending from the mountain into the town, we dispersed and began attacking the townspeople. However, pretending to attack the terrified townspeople, I headed in a straight line toward the protagonist's house. My p...

 The Attacking Villain Has a Psychological Advantage Over the Righteous Side One day, late at night. We began our march toward the Metasim region. It was a night where autumn was ending, and the harsh winter was finally about to arrive. The cold air dominated the surroundings to the extent that if you weren't wearing cold-weather gear, you felt like you were going to lose sensation in your fingertips. Aros's handmade robes were enchanted with a stealth-granting perception magic, but up until now, we had rarely felt its benefits. Most of the cultists didn't even complain, but cultists like me and Steve probably wished we had better equipment. When it comes to direct combat, stealth effects are practically useless, after all. During the march, I lent a hand to Steve, who had tripped over a puddle, pulling him up to his feet.  "Steve, take my hand...!"  "......Thanks."   (His hand is freezing cold. ...