Sex is the best way to learn about other cultures. - Chapter 0

“Oh my god! Yes! Yesss!”

On top of me, an incredibly beautiful white woman was shaking her hips.

Her glossy blonde hair and outrageously large br3asts bounced around as she focused solely on showing her pleasure.

“Yes! Fvck! Fuuuuuck!”

No matter how you looked at it, an adult woman moaned sweetly as I thrust my p3nis into her.

As expected of a white woman, she was tall with impossibly large br3asts. Despite this, her waist was incredibly thin, symbolizing an extraordinary figure. Her buttocks were also incredibly soft.

I didn’t know her name.

Where she came from or what kind of job she had.

With my near-nonexistent English skills, the only words I could barely make out were “Oh my god,” a cry to God, and “fvck,” which means to have s3x.

We couldn’t even communicate properly.

But there we were, naked and embracing, having s3x.

Without a condom, I could feel her insides directly against me.

As she thrust her hips hard, she pulled my face down into her br3asts.

Her massive chest—easily an H or I cup—smothered me, making it hard to breathe. How soft they are! They’re so firm and perky, yet they feel like marshmallows. It’s not fair.

“Ah!”

Even though it was tough, I managed to take one of her pink n1pples into my mouth. She let out an even bigger moan and moved her hips even faster.

I could feel her insides squeezing down on me.

The pressure made my c0ck swell, and I felt another orgasm building up.

“Oh, I’m cumming!”

She seemed to be reaching her climax too, moving her hips at a furious pace. It felt like the folds inside her were going to pull me in completely.

Her smooth, hairless crotch, was firmly wrapped around my p3nis, refusing to let go. The soaking-wet foreign v4g1na contracted like a lewd creature, craving my sperm.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Her pretty face contorted with orgasm.

She pressed her ample br3asts against me, clinging tightly as she went over the edge.

Responding to the repeated contractions of her v4g1na, I slowly thrust my hips, releasing my semen into her womb.

As the shower of sperm reached the depths of her uterus, her body gave a slight jerk.

Still connected in the riding position, we embraced passionately, our tongues and saliva intertwining without thought.

To explain how I ended up having s3x with this white beauty, I have to go back three days.

It was the day before I left Japan.

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“So who was the special hundredth girl?”

I grumbled to my friend Takuma Saeki as we ate a late dinner at a nearby hamburger shop.

I’ve known Takuma since we were in the second grade of elementary school, and we’re still attending the same university. In short, we’ve been best friends ever since.

“Erika Yamanaka from the Social Systems seminar.”

“Wow, you picked another high-level one. She’s one of the four Madonnas of the Literature Department.”

Erika-chan, who was in the same class as me during the training, was a beautiful girl with loose, fluffy hair and a petite body.

She was friendly to everyone, and one of the four Madonnas of the Literature Department—in other words, one of the top four beauties in the department.

(What? That’s seriously impossible.)

I can’t forget Erika’s face at that time.

She usually smiled at everyone, but her face was pale as if she had come across a s3x offender, and she ran away at full speed.

“That’s harsh! What did you say to confess?”

“I told her: ‘I like you. Let’s be boyfriend and girlfriend, but only if we can have s3x.'”

“Of course, she ran away!”

Takuma exclaimed, just as he always did. He said my actions were too direct.

“There are stages to everything. First, you exchange LINE IDs. Then you interact with a group of people. After that, you interact with each other alone, and then you confess.”

Takuma is used to that kind of experience, is a decent-looking guy, and has a girlfriend. He’s very different from me, who hasn’t had a girlfriend in 21 years.

“It was the same last time. Who was it then… I think she won the beauty contest–”

“Kaede Nishizono”

“Yes. You confessed to her on the first meeting and got rejected. Why are you doing the same thing again?”

Kaede Nishizono, who won last year’s university beauty contest, is one of the coolest beauties in the school.

When she heard my confession, she left with the harsh words, “Did you look in the mirror before you said that?”

“Do you think a guy like me can get a girl’s phone number just by asking?”

I’m not a sophisticated handsome guy like Takuma, and I don’t have any particular redeeming features.

I’m still a virgin in my third year of college, and because I was born with a big body, people often mistake me for a judo club member, even though I can’t do sports.

So when a guy like me wants to have s3x, it seems easier to find a s3x friend than to get a girlfriend.

Though to be honest, I’ve never even managed to get a s3x friend before.

“Well, you won’t know unless you try, right? There’s even a saying: ‘The 101st Proposal’—you know, the one where the guy keeps proposing until he finally gets a yes.”

“That’s not a saying! It’s just the title of a movie!”

When I get rejected like this, Takuma prioritizes comforting me over his promise to his girlfriend.

It wasn’t sarcastic or anything—he was genuinely nice. I bet any girl would fall for someone who showed that kind of consideration.

“Anyway, don’t think of anything weird. I’m sure that someday you’ll find a girl who will appreciate your good points.”

“Weird things?”

Takuma’s tone suddenly turned serious.

The last time he had a look like that was in the finals of a tournament for a spot in the national championships as a high school soccer team member.

By the way, at the time I was in love with the soccer club manager, and she was in love with Takuma. She was one of the “Hundred Rejections.”

“Like suicide or disappearing…”

He was vague about the scary words.

It seemed that Takuma thought that I had become so desperate that I would kill myself.

Today was certainly a memorable day in a way, being rejected by the hundredth girl, but I wasn’t so desperate that I felt cornered. I’d never been popular with girls, anyway.

“There’s no way I’d do something like that.”

When I made my stance clear, Takuma seemed to relax, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was to have such a great friend.

“Well, since I have the chance, I decided to go on a trip.”

“Huh?”

I put a single airplane ticket on the table.

It was for a one-way flight to Los Angeles, USA.

“I’m going to travel around the world to broaden my horizons. I’ll be gone for two months until the summer break ends.”

I had money saved up from working part-time at a bar. Since I didn’t have a girlfriend to go on dates with, I’d managed to save up more than most college students.

By the way, I once confessed to one of my coworkers at the bar, but they just laughed and told me to keep my dreams for when I was asleep.

“Traveling around the world… That’s quite a grand way to get over heartbreak.”

Takuma seemed genuinely impressed. I wanted to invite him along, but this was supposed to be a trip to get over my feelings. Besides, he had a girlfriend, so I thought it would be best to leave him out of it.

“So when are you leaving?”

“First thing tomorrow morning. I’ll be in the States by that night.”

Strictly speaking, I’d be crossing the International Date Line, so the date might change, but I didn’t care about that.

Seeing all the different streets and cultures in the world, I figured getting dumped by a hundred people wouldn’t matter so much.

The point of this trip was to realize how tiny my problems were.

“Don’t look so sad. I’ll bring you tons of souvenirs. I’ll even get you one of those giant American hamburgers.”

“Those will go bad in two months, you know.”

We laughed like that and talked all night long.

A silly story from elementary school.

Bitter memories of middle school.

Stories of hardships in high school.

With so many memories saved up, you won’t get homesick along the way.

It almost seemed that way. We talked a lot.

“Be careful with the water over there. And don’t carry around a lot of cash.”

In the end, Takuma, who had talked with me all night, came to the airport to see me off.

It wasn’t even a final goodbye.

He said he had an appointment with his girlfriend in the morning.

“He kind of like a mother.”

Even though Takuma has always been my friend, he was also like a guardian to me.

He couldn’t just leave me alone because I was stupid and reckless.

“I don’t remember having a son as big as you,”

Takuma joked, waving at me before the boarding gate.

If there wasn’t anyone waiting for me to come back, I wouldn’t have set off on this aimless trip around the world.

Reluctantly, seeing my best friend’s lonely smile, I boarded the plane.

In two months, when I see him again, I’ll have lots of stories to share.

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Day 1

Itinerary: Japan to America (Los Angeles)

Transportation: Plane

Money:

• Total: ¥1,006,681
• On hand: ¥203,114

Expenses:

• Train to airport: -¥1,219
• A one-way ticket to Los Angeles: -¥82,570
• Bottled drink at the airport terminal: -¥160

Remaining:

• Total: ¥922,732
• On hand: ¥119,165