Sex is the best way to learn about other cultures. - Chapter 2.5 Female Perspective

The restaurant “Lucy,” located on the outskirts of Los Angeles, is my family’s business.

It was originally started by my father’s grandfather after World War II, and “Lucy” was the name of my grandmother who passed away.

Nowadays, when chain restaurants are popping up everywhere, the only value of Lucy is its historic building and antique-like interior, and it had almost no customers even before I was born.

The only reason this rundown restaurant can stay open is that it’s a gathering spot for the local troublemakers.

I’m not talking about gangs or drug cartels. At most, it’s a hangout for teenagers who want to show off in the countryside, and the security is not that bad. This is Los Angeles after all.

I hate those kinds of thugs.

When I take orders, all I get are pickup lines. And once, someone even touched my butt.

Still, I work at this place because my cousin Mike is here.

Mike is three years older than me, and I’ve admired him since we were little.

He’s a popular guy who played American football in junior high. He’s got a great body and good looks to boot.

To be honest, I had a crush on him. I don’t even remember when it started.

Last week, our dad—the current owner—went down with a bad back. Now Mike and I are in charge of the place.

Mike handles the kitchen, and I take care of the customers.

I’m still 18, so I’m not sure how late I’m allowed to work by law. But until Dad gets better, Mike and I have been given full responsibility for Lucy.

I’ve never hated business or money matters, even as a kid.

I enjoy it. I’ve even thought about opening my own restaurant someday.

I haven’t decided what kind of restaurant it would be, but if possible, I’d like to do it with Mike, who I admire, although that might be too much to hope for.

“Got it, Jennifer. I’ll pick you up right after work.”

Mike is on the phone in the kitchen. Meanwhile, the grilled hamburgers are left unattended. They might get a bit burnt or undercooked, but no one here complains about that.

No one expects the food to taste good anyway. This place hasn’t been known for its flavor since I was a kid.

“I love you, Jennifer. Can’t wait to see you.”

Mike has a lot of girlfriends.

It’s not surprising, given his looks and his talent for sports. But among all those girlfriends, I never had a chance with him.

In his eyes, I’m probably no more than a little sister.

Compared to my college-going older sister, I’m still just a kid.

But maybe someday I’ll get a chance—

I’ve had that thought many times.

But Mike is always busy.

He goes on a different date with a new girl every day, and during the day, he’s swamped with college and football.

There’s just no room for me in his schedule.

“Welcome!”

The bell at the door chimed, and I turned around with a smile.

Even in a place like this, I give my all to my work.

I love making customers happy, and if I ever end up running my own restaurant, I want it to be a place where smiles never fade.

But when I saw who had just walked in, my mood crashed.

He was a dull Asian.

And he was Japanese.

“Alone?” I asked.

I asked how many people were in their group with an attitude that was rude enough for even the other person to notice. Really, I wanted to get rid of these Japanese customers as soon as possible.

“Japanese are cowards who attacked Pearl Harbor”

That was my grandfather’s favorite saying.

My grandfather had experienced the fierce battle on Guadalcanal Island and lost many of his comrades. He held a strong grudge against the Japanese.

Not all Japs are cowards.

I know that, but as someone who had heard about the atrocities committed by the former Japanese military from my grandfather, it was hard for me to like Japs.

More than anything, I hate the way Asian men look.

They’re short, not very assertive, and bad in bed.

That was the image I had of Japanese men.

The Japanese guy who came today was especially bad.

He looked like he wasn’t popular with women, and might have been a virgin.

His English was pretty poor, and while he looked sturdy enough, his body was nothing like Mike’s well-trained physique. He reminded me more of a Neanderthal.

In short, he looked like a country bumpkin.

That was my first impression of the man.

Hurry up already…

The Jap was slow with his order too.

If he was a regular, he could’ve ordered without even looking at the menu, but he was wasting time, staring at the pictures and trying to decide.

If I were a restaurant owner in the future, I would never hire a man like that.

He was slow to make decisions, indecisive, and a Jap. He was the worst.

The man pointed at the cheapest hamburger set. He’d given up on using English, it seemed. He started mumbling in some language I didn’t understand.

Without even checking his order, I walked away from his table.

Even if he got the wrong meal, he’d probably eat it all without noticing.

“Mike. Take his order, please.”

I inform Mike in the kitchen that the order has been placed.

But this time, Mike was on the phone with a different girl.

At this rate, the food will be ready in half an hour.

…I wonder who he’s talking to now.

Who will he hold in bed tonight?

Will there ever be a day when I’m one of those girls?

A small sigh escaped me.

I know he’s not paying attention to me.

But, I have an unfounded conviction that if, by some mistake, I could spend just one night with him, I would feel like I was in heaven.

Half an hour later, a set of undercooked hamburgers came out.

Normally, I’d reheat them in the microwave so Mike wouldn’t notice, but I figured it’d be fine with that guy. I mean, he’s practically a Neanderthal.

When I brought the food over, he was staring at the undercooked hamburger with a dopey expression.

Even if he had some complaints, he probably didn’t have the guts to voice them. That’s the kind of Jap I was dealing with.

But then I noticed something. The man’s eyes weren’t on the hamburger but on something else.

He was staring right at my chest.

He was staring at my b00bs, which were exposed as I bent over.

“Get lost, Jap,”

I snarled at him, pouring every ounce of contempt I could muster into my glare.

I bet he was fantasizing about groping my b00bs right at that moment.

Just knowing he was staring at me like that made my skin crawl.

And of all people, by such a dull Jap.

Only Mike is allowed to look at me like that!

“Enjoy your fantasy while you can. There’s no way in hell I’d ever shake my hips on a dull Jap like you!”

When I shouted, the customers in the restaurant erupted.

Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps. There’s no way I would ever accept such a dull Jap’s p3nis!

Meanwhile, the Japp was single-mindedly devouring his hamburger set.

He ate the meat without even looking up and then went after the bread.

How barbaric!

He was like a caveman.

Soon, closing time approached and the regular customers left.

Only the Japp remained.

“It’s closing time, you know.”

Despite finishing his food in a flash, the Japp stayed until the end.

I thought he should at least order something, but by then I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted that dirty Japp out of my restaurant.

“I’m sorry… I don’t have any money.”

At that moment, something inside me snapped.

This Japp had ordered food from the menu without having any money.

He’d wolfed down the food like a savage and then said he had no money.

“Don’t mess with me!”

Just as I suspected, Japs are cowards.

Grandpa was right all along.

“Listen to me, Mike! Can you believe it? This Jap tried to get a free meal at our place!”

I told Mike, my business partner, what had happened.

Since he had eaten and drunk without paying, we needed to deal with it.

“It’s no big deal,” Mike said. “Let’s just make him clean up after himself as punishment.”

But Mike didn’t seem bothered by the no-pay incident at all.

Even though Mike and I are now in charge of the restaurant, he acts like it’s none of his business.

I figured it was probably because of his date with Jennifer.

He might even be thinking he’s lucky to get out of cleaning up.

“Well, I’m heading out. Take care of things here.”

“Hey, Mike!”

Mike ignored me and left the shop without a word.

He had no interest in the place, even though there was still work to be done.

“You’re not interested in… me, are you?”

The thought slipped out before I could stop it.

Mike didn’t care about me.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left me alone with some random Jap.

At that moment, I noticed someone’s gaze.

It was the Japp, peering at my face from the side.

Honestly, it annoyed me.

How could he stare at a girl’s face when she’s feeling down? No sense of tact at all.

I gave the dull Jap a glaring look and headed to the kitchen.

The fact that he’d tried to get a free meal wasn’t going to change.

If I could, I’d work him so hard he’d beg for mercy.

When Japp saw Lucy’s kitchen, he was flabbergasted, as expected.

To be generous, you couldn’t call our kitchen clean. To be precise, it was Mike’s mess after he’d used it—but that’s beside the point.

“It’s your job now,” I told Japp, ordering him to clean up the kitchen. It was only fair since they’d eaten without paying.

The word “cleaning up” hadn’t entered Mike’s mind since he heard that a customer had eaten and drunk without paying. He must have been thinking of pushing everything onto Jap and go meet his girlfriend.

To be honest, Mike’s work was always half-hearted.

In reality, neither of us had any say in being assigned to this job, so I figured we both understood there couldn’t be any real standards or policies.

But I believed we should at least do the bare minimum.

After all, my father entrusted us with this work because he expected us to handle it responsibly. Taking this job seriously would not only meet his expectations but also benefit my future.

I can’t say I have no desire to someday take over this restaurant with Mike in the future.

But that’s just a faint hope.

Mike isn’t interested in working at the restaurant, and he doesn’t care about me either.

If that were to happen, it would be a wonderful thing, but as it is now it’s just a dream.

I can’t stay with Mike if he can’t face his work properly.

It’s not about his feelings; it’s my problem.

I’m the type who can give everything to their job, and I want a partner who feels the same way.

From that point of view alone, my dream seems impossible to achieve.

I have to stay behind to work with Jap tonight, and my mood is getting worse.

I wonder if Mike has met up with Jennifer by now.

After dumping the disastrous kitchen on Japp, I’ve been killing time in the dining room.

To be honest, cleaning up the dining room takes no more than half an hour. Just wipe down the tables and chairs, mop the floor, and throw out the trash. Lucy isn’t that big.

But cleaning the kitchen would probably take three hours or more.

Part of the problem was Mike leaving without cleaning up, but even on a good day, his kitchen was always a mess.

Just washing the dishes and putting them back would probably take at least two hours.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…?”

An hour later, when I returned to Japp’s place, I saw a completely different kitchen.

The mountain of dishes in the sink and the messy countertops were now all shiny and clean.

Honestly, I wondered if Japp had thrown away all the dirty plates. There was no other explanation for how fast he’d done it.

But all the dishes were neatly stored in their proper places. Of course, I hadn’t taught him exactly how to put them away, so there were some small differences. But Japp’s method seemed more efficient.

The countertops were spotless, making it feel like I’d stepped back in time to when my father was still around.

Japp himself was mopping the floor.

I thought I’d only asked him to wash the dishes and tidy up, but he’s cleaning every corner of the shop.

To be honest, it’s completely unexpected.

I figured Japp would do a half-assed job and probably try to slip out the back door if he could. So seeing him work this perfectly is a real letdown.

Not just perfect—he’s gone above and beyond.

And he did it all in about an hour.

“You should take a break. I can’t be responsible if you collapse from overwork.”

Still, I don’t trust Japp. He indeed ate without paying, and doing a bit of cleanup won’t change my mind about him.

This is just a matter of efficiency as a worker. Without proper breaks, you can’t maintain quality work.

Japp is staring intently at the Coke I offered him. It’s rude. He probably thinks it’s poisoned or something.

Maybe sensing my gaze, Japp downs the entire Coke in one gulp.

It was a carbonated drink, but he drank it so boldly. A drinking style befitting a barbarian.

“If only Mike worked as hard as you do,”

I poured myself a drink and sat down in a kitchen chair.

It’s not like I’m interested in Japp or anything.

I just wanted someone to talk to.

Jap looked confused, not understanding English.

But that worked out fine for me. I didn’t need someone to advise me. I just wanted to vent about something other than a wall.

“I’m not telling you to become a chef or anything. I’m not asking you to take over the restaurant with me. I just want you to do your job properly, that’s all.”

Honestly, I know Mike isn’t interested in me. And I doubt that will change in the future.

So what I want to tell Mike is that if you keep chasing women, you’ll end up getting swept away by them.

No matter how good-looking you are, or how good you are at sports, if you’re not reliable at work, people will leave you.

Maybe that’s all I want to get across.

“I don’t think I’m cut out for this job. If I could just let the small stuff slide, maybe I wouldn’t be so bothered by Mike’s work.”

Maybe I’m just too much of a perfectionist.

If I could easily overlook Mike’s half-baked cooking and messy cleanup, I wouldn’t be feeling so down in the middle of the night.

No one expects Lucy’s food to be tasty or fancy in the first place.

If they did, they wouldn’t have ended up in this dump.

And if I didn’t care about that, Mike might have taken notice of me.

If I had the ability to praise everything he does and shower him with compliments, I might have made it onto his list of girls to date.

“…There’s no point in even thinking about it.”

I’m not that kind of woman. I’m far from being someone who can forgive everything Mike does.

So the person in front of me right now is not Mike, but a dull Jap.

“You should talk a bit too. You know some English, don’t you?”

The Jap just listened to me.

I guess he had no choice since he doesn’t understand English, but it’s true that just having someone listen to me made me feel a little better. I was grateful for that, even if it was a bit embarrassing.

“How did a Jap who can’t even speak English end up in America in the first place? And to top it off, you don’t even have any money. That’s just reckless.”

I don’t know how he ended up in Los Angeles, but if he came here without any money, then that’s about as reckless as it gets. It’s still peaceful here, but there are dangerous places in the city too, like 5th Street.

“I’m a heartbreaker.”

I couldn’t understand what the Jap was saying.

So what if he’s heartbroken?

How could he come to America penniless?

“You… you must be crazy.”

But I understood.

This dull Jap was trying to travel this vast America just because he’d had a broken heart.

A heartbroken trip, so to speak.

Even though you don’t speak English.

Even though you don’t have any money.

Talk about reckless.

“…Well, I’m not against that kind of thing.”

In a way, I was also heartbroken for Mike.

Deep down, I’d known for a while that it was a hopeless crush. But it wasn’t until I met this Japp that I realized two things: First, Mike would never choose me. And second, that I wouldn’t choose Mike either.

Well, if that’s the case, maybe I should go on a journey too.

“Hey, if I come along, will you take me with you?”

I said jokingly, and the Jap looked puzzled. He probably didn’t understand, but I felt embarrassed to have said it and to have an awkward pause like this.

“Forget it, forget it! It was just a joke!”

I frantically denied it.

We couldn’t communicate, so I should have just ignored it, but I was so embarrassed that I ended up panicking.

Why did I say such a thing?

“Eeek!”

In my panic, I tripped over Japp and spilled Coke on him.

“Sorry…”

His pants were now soaked with Coke.

He was a traveler, so he probably didn’t have any spare pants. And since he had no money, he couldn’t afford to get them cleaned either.

Besides, he wouldn’t have anything to wear while they were being cleaned.

So, naturally, we ended up having to wash his pants in the store.

The kitchen had a washing machine for cleaning staff uniforms and rags, so doing a load of clothes wasn’t too hard.

But whether they’d dry was a different story.

The washed pants still contained a fair amount of moisture even after being put in the spin dryer, and even with the kitchen exhaust fan running, it would take all night to dry.

“You can sleep if you want,”

We decided to wait for the pants to dry while sitting on chairs in the kitchen.

I couldn’t leave him alone in the restaurant as an outsider, but there wasn’t much else to do either.

The language barrier made things worse, and our conversation gradually fizzled out.

It was already past 2 AM.

Sleepiness was starting to hit me.

Normally, I’d be asleep by now. My parents know I’ll be home late, so it’s okay, but I’m not sure I can stay awake until morning.

And then there’s…

I don’t know where to put my eyes…

Naturally, Japp was sitting there in just his underwear.

I’m eighteen too. It’s not like I have no experience, but still, my eyes kept wandering.

So if I closed my eyes, sleep would hit me right away.

Trapped between sleepiness and awkwardness, I was about to lose my mind.

I don’t know how many minutes passed.

The next thing I knew, I was asleep.

I didn’t completely lose consciousness, since I was still sitting in my chair. But when I woke up, I was so disoriented I couldn’t tell what had happened.

“…Huh.”

If anyone else saw a big guy standing in front of me with a tent pitched over his crotch, they’d scream the same thing.

“What are you doing, pervert?!”

I knocked the guy to the floor. He wasn’t expecting it, so he went down easily.

But that was a mistake.

As he fell, his angry-looking p3nis slipped out from under his clothes.

What a monstrous thing it was.

I’m not a virgin, but even I’d never seen a p3nis that big before.

It was thick and grotesque, a rough p3nis that perfectly fit the word barbarian.

He was a Neanderthal.

But why was Japp’s thing so big and hard in the first place?

Come to think of it, when we were ordering at the restaurant, he was staring at my chest the whole time.

It’s not like I have big br3asts. There are plenty of girls in my class with bigger ones than mine.

But I don’t think they’re small either. In the US, I’d say they’re average or maybe a little bigger.

The Jap was staring at my br3asts with his nose stretched out.

It was a pretty creepy sight. But if he was already eyeing my body from that moment, what a fool I was to bring a strange man into my house.

What’s more, there were no houses nearby, and no one would come even if I called for help. I had been overconfident, thinking that the Jap didn’t have the guts to do something like that.

If he had pushed me down, I would have been no match for such a big man.

I was completely careless.

Exposing myself like this in front of a guy? Sure, I couldn’t help being sleepy, but rowing a boat naked in front of a man in just his underwear is practically asking to be fucked.

Did seeing me like this turn him on?

Was he planning to pin me down with his massive body, force me to the ground, and use his enormous p3nis to make me moan and sob until I gave in?

No matter how many times I looked, that p3nis was impressive.

The head was huge, and the thickness was extraordinary. It wasn’t lacking in length either; my inexperienced pvssy probably couldn’t even take half of it.

If something like that entered me, I’ll break.

That’s how impressive Jap’s p3nis was.

I’d never seen Mike’s p3nis, but I doubt it was this impressive.

“You… do you want to rape me?”

What am I saying? It’s natural because he’s erecting his p3nis in front of a woman.

But Jap didn’t answer.

Maybe he didn’t understand English.

If the Jap shook his head, I would have taken his wet trousers and thrown him out of the shop.

On the other hand, if he nodded, I would have called the police right away.

But the Jap didn’t answer.

It’s like he’s making me choose, and I can’t move.

Meanwhile, Jap’s p3nis doesn’t go down. If anything, it seems even bigger than before.

He probably wouldn’t be able to calm down unless he ejaculated.

It’s so big. He might not be able to calm down unless he had s3x with a woman.

I know the risks very well.

I knew it was a stupid choice.

But I believed it was the only right choice.

“Ah…”

I was holding the Jap’s p3nis in my mouth.

Suddenly, the Jap let out a cute voice it was hard to believe he was a Neanderthal.

Contrasting with that cuteness, his p3nis was incredibly impressive.

How can his p3nis be so impressive, even though he’s so dull?

My jaw is about to come off even though I haven’t even put the head in my mouth yet.

The smell of his p3nis fills my mouth, and my thoughts become hazy.

I decided to make the Jap come before he could do anything to me.

By making him cum with my mouth and hands, I figured I could minimize the damage when he finally got inside me.

Otherwise, I’m not sure I can handle this size.

If I’m violated by something this big, I’ll go crazy.

“Hmm… hmm…”

I take the Jap’s p3nis as far as I can into my mouth. It’s so hard. It’s like I’m sucking a log.

The Jap has an ecstatic look on his face. But he doesn’t seem to be about to ejaculate. I know my technique isn’t solid, but even after nearly fifteen minutes of blowjob, there’s still no sign of a cumshot.

What’s going on…? If I let him in like this, he won’t come at all, will he?

I wonder what would happen if he pounded me with this thing for hours.

As if I didn’t have enough trouble with s3x already. There’s no way a girl like me could take this kind of thrusting.

I continued to suck the Jap’s p3nis desperately.

I used my hand to stroke his shaft and carefully licked the underside and the head.

Now that I was on all fours, I was probably exposing my b00bs to the fullest.

Although I had felt so much disgust just a moment ago, I felt no resistance now. Exposing my chest like this felt completely natural.

After all, I was giving this Jap a blowjob right now.

What good would it do to hide my chest at this point?

In fact, taking off my own clothes seemed like it would be less humiliating than letting him do it.

I looked up, and the Jap’s eyes were fixed on my chest.

Despite how much I’d hated it before, now being watched made me excited too.

His huge c0ck grew even bigger.

If he could get it bigger by looking at me, I wanted him to look at it as much as he wanted.

I wish he’d take off my bra and let me see his n1pples. That would get me even more excited.

“AHHH!!!”

At that moment, a flood of semen erupted from the Jap’s urethra, drenching me as I lay on all fours.

My face, my blond hair, the cleavage between my br3asts—all were defiled by the Jap’s semen.

It smelled terrible. It was like a drug, a smell that makes a woman melt.

(What a massive amount…)

I carefully licked up the semen leaking from the Jap’s urethra.

This was my first time drinking semen.

I thought even Mike would find this humiliating, but here I was, willingly taking the thick fluid into my mouth.

(How rich… How thick it is)

I swallowed the semen, as thick as foie gras.

I knew at first glance that it was an addictive taste. With that thickness, he would probably get me pregnant.

“Why…?”

But why am I pulling up my shirt and unhooking my bra myself?

Why did it feel so good to have him look at my pale pink n1pples?

Not satisfied with that, why did I remove my skirt and take off my underwear?

As I exposed my lower body, I realized.

I was already soaking wet. Even though he hadn’t touched me yet, I was incredibly wet, expecting the Jap to pin me down.

The Jap’s p3nis hadn’t gone soft at all.

Even though he had just ejaculated, his strong c0ck was standing up, pointing towards the ceiling.

I doubt it’ll reach inside me with my small size.

Only a very tall woman would be able to take it all in. Still a teenager, I had only just reached my cervix after taking a little over half of it in my mouth.

I knew it was ridiculous to do it in the cowgirl position with such a man.

But I didn’t have any other choice.

If I let this man take the lead in s3x, I would probably break.

I would probably beg him to cum inside me again and again and declare that I would be his slave.

I’d rather die than let that happen.

He was a Jap.

He had been my enemy since my grandfather’s generation. If we were to have s3x, I wanted to be the one to take the lead.

“Ah… Ah!”

I straddled the Jap and slowly lowered my hips.

It was monstrously big.

Are all Japs this big?

If so, we needed to drive every last Japanese man out of this country.

Otherwise, all American women would end up craving a Jap p3nis.

(How big is this thing?)

I couldn’t move for a moment.

Even though it had been a long time since I had seen a p3nis, it was on a different level in size than anything I had experienced before.

And it was rock-hard.

With something so hard scraping inside me, I knew I’d be this guy’s slave from now on.

(This is insane—how can this even be possible?)

With my shirt pulled up to the top, I was straddling the Jap in a cowgirl position.

Until just a few hours ago, I had thought this situation was impossible.

I never thought I would be the one to accept a Jap’s p3nis–.

“Ah… no–”

Perhaps he had grown impatient, and the Jap grabbed my b00bs from below. Contrary to his barbaric p3nis, he massaged me carefully and comfortably. It was the first time I had ever been massaged like this. The careful, teasing massage was enough to bring me to a climax. And then the act I had been dreading (hoping for) began.

“Ahh!”

The man’s thrust struck my uterus.

I couldn’t believe it.

I came so hard from just that.

It was just once.

One piston-like thrust was all it took.

I was experiencing the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced in my life.

(My mind… is about to go blank…)

An electric current ran from my uterus to the top of my head.

This is what s3x feels like—

Is this what a real man’s p3nis feels like?

It was so strong that everything I’d experienced up until then seemed like child’s play.

Feeling the strength of his c0ck, I started to move my hips on my own.

“Ohh! Wow! This is incredible!”

The pleasure was so intense that it almost erased my reason.

I had no idea there was such a pleasurable act in the world.

This was the first time I’d realized that s3x could be so amazing.

“Amazing! Your p3nis is incredible!”

He started thrusting in time with my hip movements.

Well, “in time” might be a mistake.

His thrusts crushed any rhythm I had.

In the face of a strong, real man, a woman can only submit.

It’s a truth about humanity that’s been set for tens of thousands of years.

“Oh, it’s amazing! Japanese s3x is amazing!”

Why had I only been embraced by white men until now?

There was such a strong, capable man right in front of me. Why didn’t I take the initiative to offer myself to him?

If I had just exposed my pvssy to him, he could have fucked me like this—

“It’s amazing! I’m going to cum again with a Japanese p3nis!!!”

The Jap began his final sprint.

It didn’t matter that I wasn’t wearing a condom or that he was Japanese.

The reason was meaningless now.

I was born to be creampied by him.

“Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!”

My mind went completely blank.

I must have lost consciousness several times.

When this much pleasure hits you, it’s only natural that your brain would put a limit on it.

That was how amazing the orgasm was.

After a few seconds of delay, a huge amount of semen hit my uterus.

It was like a horse’s ejaculation. Since his p3nis is like a horse’s, his testicles must have the same capabilities.

The endless waves of semen hit my uterus again and again.

“Ah! Ah!”

Each time he came, I felt another climax.

There was no way I could resist this man anymore.

I was completely helpless.

There was no way I could resist after being taught this kind of other-dimensional s3x.

It was only my second ejaculation.

But I was at my limit.

I had no idea what would happen If he kept coming inside me.

“Ah! That’s amazing!!”

Yet he showed no signs of slowing down.

Instead, his p3nis grew even larger, and he continued to fvck me relentlessly.

Missionary position on the kitchen floor.

Doggy style in the hallway.

Face-to-face with deep kisses.

I lost count of how many times he came inside me.

I don’t know how many times he came inside me.

I must have come twenty times that amount.

The difference in our strength was overwhelming.

Just a few thrusts from him were enough to make me come.

And the next morning.

“Here’s your pay from yesterday.”

I took out five ten-dollar bills from the store’s register and handed them to him.

It might have been more than he deserved per hour, but considering the pleasure he gave me last night, it would have been worth even more.

His s3x was that good.

Naturally, he looked surprised.

I guess he didn’t expect to get paid for eating without paying.

But this was just an excuse.

My real goal was something else.

“Come back at 10 PM,” I told him, giving him his next shift time.

I hired him as a part-time worker on the surface, but really, I just wanted to be with him again.

I knew this would quickly kill our sales, but I couldn’t stop myself anymore.

“T…Thank you.”

He hesitated before taking his pay.

Being broke in a country where he couldn’t even speak the language, the deal was still good for him.

“Come to think of it, I don’t know your name yet,” I asked, using my usual aloof tone.

Last night, I’d completely given in, but that was then and this was now. This was just how I talked, after all.

“D-Daisuke. What’s your name?”

“Daisuke. I’m Elizabeth. Everyone I’m close to calls me Liz.”

I allowed this man, whom I’d known for less than ten hours, to call me by my nickname before heading back to my room.

For the next three days, Daisuke worked at my place.

His job was supposed to be cleaning up the shop, but that was just an excuse. At night, we’d passionately love each other in bed.

I fell in love with Daisuke.

It wasn’t because s3x was good. It was because I developed feelings for his honesty at work.

I didn’t want to open a store with Mike. I wanted to do it with Daisuke.

I was certain Daisuke was the perfect person for this.

Besides, with his out-of-this-world s3x skills, there wasn’t a woman who could resist him.

But then came the morning of the third day.

“Why?! What did I do wrong?!”

Daisuke said he was going on a trip again.

Naturally, I tried to stop him.

I thought I’d finally met the person of my dreams, so it would be a shame to say goodbye here.

But Daisuke wouldn’t listen.

It wasn’t so much that he wouldn’t listen as he didn’t seem to understand what I was saying at all.

I figured words weren’t necessary for s3x and time together.

I thought we didn’t need words between us.

But now that felt like the biggest mistake.

If I could speak Japanese, I’d string together thousands of love words to try to keep him here.

“Don’t go, Daisuke! I love you!”

Those words were true, coming straight from my heart.

Before meeting Daisuke, I never thought I’d fall for a Japanese man, yet now here I was pleading with him.

But that’s just how love works, I suppose.

“I want to marry you and own a restaurant together. I’d like to make Lucy’s even more of a lovely place, where lots of customers leave with big smiles on their faces!”

I realized that the words I had blurted out on the spur of the moment were what I had been thinking for so long.

I wanted to make Lucy’s an even better restaurant.

I had finally met someone I wanted to do that with, someone who had made me realize that, so I did not want to say goodbye here.

But without a common language, there was no way to share my vision.

If things continued like this, Daisuke would leave.

“Please Daisuke. Please reconsider. I’ll wait. Once your emotional wounds have healed and your trip is over, please come back to me.”

I forced him to give me his contact information and address in Japan, even though we couldn’t understand each other.

He might still have a purpose left.

The wound from his broken heart might not have healed yet.

If that’s the case, I’ll wait for him.

I’ll keep waiting for months, even years, until Daisuke comes back to Lucy.

In the end, we shared one last hug before Daisuke left the hotel room.

“If you don’t come back to me, I’ll never forgive you.”

I muttered to myself in the empty room.

If Daisuke didn’t contact me, I’d show up at his address in Japan and bring him back to America.

That’s how determined I was.

I wouldn’t give up on Daisuke or my dream of succeeding Lucy. “That’s the way I, Elizabeth Carter, live my life.”