Diako Translations

A Regrettable Mistake: Insufficient Silence Money That day, while we were eating dinner, it was my mom who blunt and unreservedly asked, "Hey, do you have a girlfriend or something?" Truth be told, I hadn't told my parents that Hitomi-chan was my girlfriend. I mean, it's embarrassing, right? My parents are the type to shamelessly trespass into your privacy, so if they found out I had a girlfriend, they’d be the type to immediately ask if we've had sex yet. "Lately, you've been going out with friends and coming home late a lot, and you often come back after already eating dinner. Today is the first time in a while, isn't it? In reality, you got yourself a girlfriend and you're going out on dates, aren't you?" Yes, I often came home after being treated to dinner at Hitomi-chan's house. In the Suzumura household, it seemed Honami-san and Hitomi-chan took turns cooking, and both of them were excellent at it. There's a saying abo...

"The turning of the seasons is a swift thing. A half-year has already passed since your enrollment." Following the conclusion of our classes, we received a summons from Instructor Whip. It was the usual trio: myself, Big Sis, and the Young Lady. Everyone by now recognized that whenever the instructor adopted such a roundabout way of speaking, it served as a prelude to her dumping some fresh hassle onto our laps. Consequently, we braced ourselves. "To some extent, we have packed in the classroom lectures. Even so, everyone progresses at their own pace, so I cannot speak universally, but a few students have emerged who can be said to have sufficiently mastered the first-year curriculum." ...Well, everyone does have their own pace when it comes to studying. Whether you are fast or slow, as long as you achieve it within the designated period, that's all that matters. "Students who have not reached the required standard will be expected to devote themselve...

  Karen, Still a Virgin, Performs Breast Service and is Drenched in Semen I received a confession of love from my childhood friend Karen, the daughter of a Baron, and decided to accept her as a candidate for my third wife. After performing the hymen inspection, I instructed Karen to provide sexual service as a "reward" and a substitute for a contract payment. Of course, since both of our families would be furious, her hymen must remain intact. "Is it okay? You’ll... you’ll accept my service?" "Of course. I want to ejaculate from your service and stain your face and body." Karen let out a truly happy, refined smile typical of a noble daughter who has been thoroughly educated in sexual matters. I removed my trousers and underwear myself, exposing my penis to her. "Now then, I’d like to see Karen’s sexual techniques on display." With a nod, Karen crouched at my feet. With an enraptured expression, she kissed the glans and began to lick it upwa...

The midday sun pounds down on the chlorinated surface of the training pool, turning the water into a sheet of liquid heat rather than relief. You've been watching Curren for the last hour and a half, watching the way her breathing started getting shallow around the forty-minute mark, the way her usually flawless form began to fray at the edges, the way she pushed through lap after lap with that sharp, calculating look in her eyes that says I can handle this  even when her body is screaming otherwise. She's in the middle of another set when you whistle, two sharp notes that cut through the slap of water against tile. She stops mid-stroke, treading water, and looks up at you with that practiced, elegant smile. Water streams down her face, plastering silver-white hair to her temples. Her cheeks are flushed, chest heaving harder than she wants you to notice. "Break time, Curren. Out." "But Onii-chan..." she starts, already gliding toward the edge, not out of obe...

Ready, set... ""Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!""  ""Tie, do it again!""  ""Tie, do it again!!""  ""Again!!""  "Scissors!"  "Paper!"  "I won!"  "I lost, aaaaaaaahhhhhh?!" Cold, judging stares pierced right through us, practically screaming, What the hell are these two doing? ...Heh, it’s only natural they wouldn't understand. After all, "Rock, Paper, Scissors" is an original game brought over to this fantasy world by none other than yours truly, a reincarnated soul. As of right now, it’s a decision-making method used exclusively between my sister and me. "Alright, since I won, I'll be the one fighting~"  "Wait a minute! Isn't the loser supposed to be the one who does it?! Fighting is a total chore, so losing should mean you get stuck with the penalty!"  "Stop being a sore loser, Big Sis." Having our Young Lady insult...

Now that the second "Rite of Heavenly Revelation" is over, I’d honestly love to just head home if there’s nothing else left to do. I really wanted to prepare for the classes that start in earnest tomorrow. Aren't I a model student, Teacher? "Now then, the next event is about to begin. Is everyone ready and prepared?" Naturally, she has no intention of letting us leave yet. The one gleefully keeping the program moving is Instructor Whip, the female teacher we literally just met. Putting aside being "ready," she went as far as to ask if we were "prepared." "As we begin guiding you, the first vital step is for us to get to know you. Your talents, your capabilities, your personalities... Only by grasping these in detail and tailoring our instruction to each individual can we bring out your maximum potential." Right, sure... "A moment ago, we confirmed your Vocations and measured your talents. Next, let us measure your capabilitie...

  Talk About an Impossible Game Kent arrived at school, walked into the classroom, sat down at his desk, and began to think. (Yesterday's part-time job only paid 100G... Considering the cost of ordering items from the home improvement center, I'm nowhere near living a comfortable life. I need to find a way to make some money somewhere...) While I was brainstorming ways to make cash, it became time for class to start. I glanced around and noticed that Josette had arrived. Our eyes happened to lock for a split second, and she immediately averted her gaze, turning her head away. Yesterday, so many things had changed so rapidly that I didn't have the mental capacity to pay attention to the lectures. Today, however, my mind was a bit more at ease, allowing me to actually listen to what was being taught. (Wait, this is math... right??? Why is the content at a primary school level???) The current lesson was on two-digit addition. The teacher was writing problems on the board and...