Diako Translations

"Mnh, chu, hff, mnh... ❤️ " After handing the gift to Wakako and chatting for a moment, Eiji was led by Rika into her room. The space was functional and strikingly simple; at first glance, it didn't seem like a typical schoolgirl's room, but it suited Rika perfectly. It wasn't entirely devoid of femininity, however, as a few small plushies sat tucked away near her bed. Eiji was about to offer a brief compliment on the room, but before he knew it, he had been guided to sit on the edge of the bed. Rika immediately straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around the back of his thick neck and latching onto his lips. "Mnh, mnh, mph, nmuu... ❤️ " Leaving the stunned Eiji behind, Rika focused entirely on devouring his lips. Her succulent, moist lips pressed against his, sealing every gap between them. "Mmmn..." Rika let out a dissatisfied groan. She opened her eyes—which had been blissfully closed—and fixed the rugged face inches away with a slight, dead...

"...Are you nervous?"  "Well, yeah. I mean, obviously..." Eiji replied awkwardly as Rika walked beside him. For her to walk so close to a man was a feat permitted only to him. She had closed the distance defenselessly, showing no sign of the hostility she usually held toward men—she looked like a kitten nuzzling up to its master. She clasped her hands behind her back and peered up at Eiji’s face. Her silky, dyed blonde hair swayed. The way she looked up at him, expressionless yet curious, was feline to the core. Mai is a bratty dog, and Rika is a cat; they make a balanced pair, Eiji thought idly. "...It’ll be okay. If it’s you, Ogawara-kun, it’ll be fine."  "Yeah..." He appreciated the encouragement, but Eiji’s heart remained heavy. It was only natural, given their current destination. "We’re here."  "Right." Rika stopped, and Eiji followed suit. They looked up at the building standing before them. This was Rika’s family home...

"Oh, oh, oh, oh... ❤️" The sharp, rhythmic sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed alongside the wet, viscous squelching of fluids being stirred deep within. This luxury apartment room was thick with a humid heat and the cloying scent of sex, heavy enough to make one’s head spin. On the bed—the source of it all—two bodies remained entwined. However, there wasn't a trace of a sweet, romantic atmosphere. This was a decadent coupling where they simply hammered their bodies together to sate their animal instincts. The primal, bestial position—the female on all fours being taken from behind by the male—only served to intensify that feeling. With every forward thrust of his hips, Eiji’s member—thick and long far beyond the average—was buried entirely within her bowels. The way his lower abdomen pressed flush against her plush buttocks brought to mind a sword fitting perfectly into its sheath. However, her rear was slick with sweat and various other fluids, and Eiji’s pubic hair tic...

Eiji looked down at the girl crouched on all fours before him, her rear jutting out in a high invitation. Her beautiful black hair was glossy and sleek, looking incredibly soft to the touch. Its length only added to her feminine allure. The line of her spine, extending from her nape, was perfectly straight and elegant; when he traced it with a finger, she shifted her body as if tickled—a gesture that was undeniably cute. Her twin mounds were so large they were visible even from behind. Gravity caused them to hang down in her current position, and they swayed heavily with every movement, commanding a man's undivided attention. Then, there was her meaty, voluptuous rear. She had a perfect "child-bearing" build, with a softness that made him want to bury his face in her flesh while he stroked her. Grabbing her buttocks, he slowly spread her cheeks. He enjoyed the sensation of his fingers sinking into the firm flesh as he peered at her hidden secret. The center that had been ...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ❤️" Beneath Eiji’s powerful frame, Mai’s entire body quivered in a violent, shuddering climax. Her interior clinched frantically, milking him for every drop, and Eiji obliged by venting his seed without a shred of restraint. He wasn't wearing a condom. It was a raw, irresponsible finish. Mai understood well enough that getting pregnant at this age would be a disaster, which was why she was on the pill. Having discovered the sheer ecstasy of doing it raw, she found herself unable to even demand a condom anymore, slowly sinking into a lewd, decadent swamp. Having been brought to peak after peak, Mai’s voluptuous body shimmered with a coating of sweat. When their skin met, the slick, slippery friction felt incredibly good. The rising humid heat and the tart, sweet scent of a female in heat made Eiji’s head spin. "Ngh... oh... oh... oh! ❤️" Feeling the semen still lingering in his urethra, Eiji continued to rock his hips even as he ...

 After cutting the stream, "Imai"... or rather, Mai, was trembling uncontrollably. And then... "YOOOOOOOU BASTAAAAAARD!!!!"  "Whoa there." She bolted upright, snatching the camera she’d been holding and hurling it with all her might at Eiji, who had been sabotaging her the entire time. She didn't care that she wasn't covered by clothes or a bra, or that her G-cup breasts were wobbling out in the open for him to see. The camera was high-performance and quite expensive, but she didn't hesitate to use it as a weapon. Of course, it was useless against the "Gorilla," who caught it effortlessly and set it aside. "You! Don't screw with me, you Gorilla!! I almost got caught... wait, no, I did get caught! They definitely figured it out!!" Mai's face was beet red, and she flailed her arms wildly to express her rage. Her breasts bounced along with her movements, making Eiji grin. She had tried to force her way through the end ...

 "---!!" The man gasped instantly. A shocking sight was being broadcast onto his screen. Before the camera had shifted down to her panties, he had only seen her deep cleavage; even her bra hadn't been visible. But the situation had changed completely. The dress shirt "Imai" was wearing was now a wrinkled mess. Beads of sweat dotted her body, causing the fabric to cling to her skin and trace her curves so clearly that the shirt had devolved into a purely erotic item. Furthermore, thanks to the moisture, a bright red bra—the same color as her panties—was now translucent through the white fabric. The deep cleavage he’d seen before was now highlighted by pearls of sweat that trickled down her porcelain skin and vanished into the shadows between her breasts. It was too provocative. It possessed too much raw allure. The amount of tips spiked again. The man was among those who threw money at the screen. "Phew, it’s hot. Since the windows are closed, once I start s...