Sex is the best way to learn about other cultures. - Chapter 4.5 Female Perspective

“I’m on summer vacation.”

How many times have I told that lie?

High school is in summer break. But whether it’s vacation or not, I always concoct excuses to avoid going to school.

In short, I’m a school dropout.

The reason is simple: I don’t get along with my classmates.

I’ve always been aware of my introverted nature.

I find it more enjoyable to converse with cattle and horses than people. I’m quite bad at socializing. Ideally, I’d prefer to live without speaking to anyone outside my immediate family.

But that shy personality has nothing to do with me not going to school directly.

The real reason I don’t go to school stems from a unique physical condition I possess.

“Carol, you’re kind of sexy, aren’t you?”

A boy at school said something like that to me when I was about ten years old.

As I entered puberty, my br3asts started to swell little by little, and my butt started to grow and get a curve.

At that age, when you’re slowly becoming aware of your femininity, it’s not entirely surprising to hear such things from schoolboys—though propriety aside, it still felt odd.

Yet when I asked the other girls, none of them had ever experienced anything similar.

I thought that was strange.

There were plenty of girls at school with bigger chests than mine, and plenty more who dressed more provocatively.

In terms of figure, I still looked quite childish, yet before I knew it, nearly a quarter of the boys my age were saying similar things to me.

No girl would feel good about being told such things.

It was one thing to be called sexy, but to be told directly that they wanted to rub your bust or touch your hips was clearly sexual harassment.

I told a teacher at school and got the boys to stop sexually harassing me.

To be honest, I was scared of retaliation, but the resentment and harassment I feared never happened.

A brief period of peace came to my elementary school life.

But it only lasted for a few months.

“If you’re gonna fvck someone, it’s Carol. Those tits and ass are just too damn tempting.”

“Exactly! For some reason, she’s way hotter than all the other girls around here.”

It was a casual conversation between boys in my grade. As I stopped at the corner of the hallway, I unintentionally overheard this disturbing conversation. I should have left immediately. My mother had always taught me to turn a blind eye to things that make me uncomfortable.

But I couldn’t do that.

Walking next to me was my best friend, Alice.

And at the end of the hallway, the one passionately discussing my body was Mike—the boy Alice secretly harbored feelings for.

“Besides, she’s a shy girl, isn’t she? I think she’d at least give me a blowjob if I asked her. Ah, I want to cum all over Carol’s face.”

I didn’t fully understand what Mike was saying, but I understood that it was a lewd desire towards me.

And I’ll never forget the sight of Alice, crying and red-faced, standing next to me.

“Wait, Alice!”

Unable to contain herself, Alice ran down the hallway, and I desperately tried to stop her.

But Alice just cried and didn’t answer a word of what I said.

The person I loved had bad feelings for my best friend. It’s only natural that I didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t know what to say to Alice either.

But Alice and I had been best friends since first grade.

No matter what problems we had, I thought that our bond of friendship would be unshakable.

But that wasn’t the case.

The next day, rumors were spreading around school that I had seduced Mike. It turned out that I had called him out after school and was seen stroking his p3nis in the classroom by the other girls.

I couldn’t make sense of it.

Who would spread such lies? I thought. But only Alice, Mike, his friend, and I had heard our conversation yesterday.

I was the first to suspect Mike.

I confronted him, which was out of character for me, wondering if he was planning to spread some weird rumor and harass me again.

“I-I don’t know anything about that! What would I gain from telling such a lie? I’m not interested in your body!”

I wondered why he’d said that yesterday, but Mike said he didn’t know.

Then I looked around the classroom, wondering who it was, and the moment I noticed that every girl was giving me cold looks.

It was well known among the girls that Alice liked Mike.

If I believed the rumors, I’d be the one who stole Mike from Alice.

I’d used my body to seduce him, managing to outmaneuver my best friend Alice in the most despicable way.

But Alice knew it was all a lie. We’d gone home together yesterday.

Along the way, she never once listened to me, but Alice truly knows I’m innocent.

“Alice…?”

But Alice didn’t try to help me.

Instead, I felt like she was glaring at me with tear-filled eyes.

No, it wasn’t my imagination; she was glaring at me.

In that moment, I realized. It was Alice who had spread the rumor.

Knowing her crush’s attention was turning toward me, she’d fabricated those scandalous stories about me.

All to expel me from school.

To drive out her rival from Mike’s school.

I felt everything crumbling beneath my feet.

We’d been such close friends once.

She must have known I’d never make advances on Mike.

Yet I wasn’t forgiven.

Though I’d done nothing wrong, my actions had hurt Alice.

That was the whole truth.

After school that day, as expected, I was summoned by a teacher.

It was Teacher Williams, who’d previously helped me with the boys’ harassment.

Teacher Williams was a man in his fifties. Warm and approachable, even someone as timid as me could easily consult him. He was one of my true mentors.

“That’s troubling, Carol. You can’t do something like that at school.”

But Teacher Williams was convinced the rumors were true.

Normally, he would verify the truth. He should be the first to understand I’d never do such a thing.

“Teacher! I didn’t do anything like that.”

Even as I desperately pleaded my innocence, he only shook his head.

He pushed me into a cramped room meant for counseling troubled students, treating me like a criminal. The atmosphere felt oppressive, completely unlike the usual Teacher Williams.

“Alice claims she saw it with her own eyes. I understand your body is maturing and you’re curious about such things. But you must choose the right place. School is for studying, not for doing anything improper.”

In the teacher’s mind, it seems the absolute truth has become that I seduced Mike.

I don’t know what Alice said exactly, but it’s not fair to make such one-sided accusations.

“I’ve been receiving complaints from the boys regularly. They say Carol seduces them with provocative outfits and lewd language. She deliberately shows her cleavage in casual moments, or presses her chest against them.”

At those words, I was utterly speechless.

Why would they think I’m seducing boys?

I’m careful with my clothes and posture.

Whenever I bend over or squat, it’s the boys who take the opportunity to give me lewd looks, yet I am the complete victim.

“Since you’re interested in s3x, I’ll give you some advice. If rumors start spreading like this, you’ll be in trouble too, right?”

As he said this, the teacher suddenly stood up.

Then, for some reason, he took off his trousers and underwear in front of me.

The teacher’s exposed crotch stood up like a hard rod, towering high into the air.

“If you want to suck a p3nis, suck mine. I won’t spread rumors about it to anyone. Suck it to your heart’s content.”

It was so unexpected that I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Since my father died of an illness, I hadn’t seen another man’s p3nis.

When I saw my father’s p3nis as a child, it looked soft, and it felt like it was dangling below his crotch.

But the teacher’s was completely erect, and its shape was very grotesque. It throbbed like a living thing, like the head of a turtle with an incredibly long neck or a mushroom that had grown into an unnatural shape.

“Come on, hurry up. This is part of a teacher’s duties too.”

The teacher approaches, his attitude leaving no room for refusal as he brings his p3nis closer, effectively stealing my thoughts.

Some girl had said it before.

Boys’ penises get hard when they’re excited. And when they get hard, they can have s3x.

But the teacher was an adult.

It was unthinkable that an adult teacher would get excited at the sight of an elementary school student like me.

“Since we’re here, Carol, you should take off your clothes too. Isn’t it unfair for me to expose my shameful parts while you’re still dressed?”

“B-but…”

Faced with the teacher’s erect p3nis and his persistent demands, I can only feel utterly confused.

What would happen if I put his p3nis in my mouth here?

I know the word “s3x,” but I don’t understand what specific actions it refers to.

Conversely, I knew that even if I didn’t take the teacher’s p3nis in my mouth, things wouldn’t end well.

The teacher was aroused by me.

By my body, still that of a grade school student—

“I…”

Made up my resolve, I hesitated, wondering whether to take the teacher’s p3nis in my mouth.

If I didn’t, I didn’t know what he might do. But if I did, perhaps he’d be satisfied and return to being the kind Teacher Williams I knew before.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

Another teacher was about to enter.

In that moment, Teacher Williams hastily pulled up his pants and sat in the chair as if nothing had happened.

When the math teacher said they needed to talk to Teacher Williams, I was released from the room.

From that day on, I changed schools.

This country is tolerant of transfers, but I never thought I’d be the one to do it.

But similar things happened at my new school too.

I was incredibly popular with the boys at school, but the girls always hated me.

In reality, I wasn’t popular, I was just chosen as a sexual object.

The proof was in the dozens of times boys confessed to me, but all their invitations were the same: “Want to go on an overnight trip?” or “Come to a party with just guys?”

In the end, multiple boys tried to rape me, and when I told a teacher about it, he almost treated me the same way Teacher Williams did.

They all claimed I had this irresistible charm.

Most boys feel the urge to hold me the moment they meet me.

Although it was now a matter of my natural constitution and talent, I hated this constitution with all my heart, as it had caused me to be disliked by the same s3x and made me lose my only best friend.

And I reached one conclusion:

I shouldn’t go outside.

Just being in the classroom alone would excite the boys and disrupt the group’s harmony.

In the end, I made a kind teacher do something almost like rape, and almost ruined his life.

It was all my fault.

By blaming myself for all the causes, I was able to find a peaceful world.

Fortunately, at home there’s only Mom, and the rest are animals.

The only helpers who come over occasionally are old men, and my mom never hires anyone who I feel is unsafe.

The founder of Stanley Farm, my mother’s father, is a landowner. Honestly, this farm is just an extension of his hobby.

Financially, we had enough assets to live comfortably for three more generations without working. So I thought, why not stay on this farm for the rest of my life?

I would never marry,

have a lover,

go outside to work,

and quietly spend the rest of my life on this farm.

I thought that would be the most peaceful thing.

If my very existence were harmful, I shouldn’t be allowed to leave home.

As long as I stay here, I won’t unconsciously tempt any boys.

“Huh?”

However, the thing I feared happened.

The temporary worker Mom brought home was an Asian young traveler.

He was a large man, probably around twenty years old.

I never expected Mom to bring a young man here, but after meeting him, I understood.

This tourist – Daisuke – didn’t have any of the roughness or violence that the boys at school had.

If he were an animal, he’d be a herbivore.

If he were human, he’d be more like me.

He probably wouldn’t think anything dirty.

That certainty of mine was betrayed in an instant.

While I was milking the cow, I glanced back at Daisuke. His crotch was bulging so much it looked like his pants might burst.

The sight of me hunched over milking had excited him.

I’d let my guard down because Daisuke seemed so gentlemanly.

My b00bs were probably completely visible from the bottom of my tank top and under my arms as I bent over.

“–!”

As I tried to pretend I hadn’t noticed and look away, Daisuke grabbed my hand and pressed it against his swollen crotch.

My body jolted with shock at touching a man’s crotch for the first time in my life.

It was hard.

Was Mr. Williams’ crotch this hard too?

And there was so much pressure.

Even through his pants, the bulge radiates an overwhelming presence.

Daisuke says something in a foreign language.

Even as an American, I could understand that he was asking me to move my hand.

In this situation, there’s probably only one thing a man would ask a woman to do.

“O-okay…”

Overwhelmed by its imposing size, I begin rubbing Daisuke’s crotch.

Just like with Mr. Williams, I don’t know what might happen if I refuse.

“I-Is this the right way…?”

Rubbing his p3nis through his pants, I try to discern Daisuke’s shape.

The p3nis I saw that day on Mr. Williams had a turtle-head shape.

Does Daisuke’s look similar? Or do Asian and white men have fundamentally different penises?

When I touched it with my hand, I thought they felt similar in shape.

First, there was a thick rod, with a protrusion like a turtle’s head at the end, a hook.

However, Daisuke’s was bigger than Dr. Williams’.

The thickness was probably nearly twice as much, and in terms of length, it was incomparably more impressive.

Daisuke spoke again, and this time he unzipped his pants.

In that instant, something monstrous emerged from within his trousers.

“What… is this…?”

The exposed Daisuke’s p3nis was far more formidable than Mr. Williams’.

A thick, log-like rod stood tall and erect, arching upward.

The protrusion at the tip was about the size of my fist, and the entire p3nis glistened with a lewd sheen.

Eventually, Daisuke took off his pants, revealing his entire body – even his balls- and I found myself utterly captivated by the sight.

His hairy balls and base were as rough as a grizzly bear’s, and his heavy balls were bulging out to the brim.

“Big and sturdy…”

I realized I was captivated by Daisuke’s robust p3nis.

In a way, it was just like me.

Just as my body sexually attracts the boys around me, Daisuke’s p3nis, with its strength, attracts the attention of women.

I’d only ever seen Mr. Williams’ and my father’s penises before, but as a fellow woman, I understood Daisuke’s member possessed extraordinary power.

This p3nis existed in another dimension.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be so captivated by it.

“Please blow job.”

“B-blow job?”

I had no idea what a blow job meant.

I knew it probably referred to some kind of sexual act, but with no prior experience or knowledge, I couldn’t comprehend it.

“Please milk this.”

Then Daisuke rephrased it in a way I could understand.

Milk this.

Of course, milking is something done to cows, but I understood what he was trying to say.

Daisuke was asking me to do what Mr. Williams had been trying to get me to do that day.

But while Mr. Williams had only inspired fear and disgust, I found myself accepting Daisuke’s request without resistance.

I suppose when faced with Daisuke’s p3nis, it’s a woman’s duty to make him feel good.

When presented with such an obscene object, it just feels natural to do so.

“I-I’ll try it.”

Trembling, I took hold of Daisuke’s monstrous p3nis.

Though I called it “taking hold,” my fingers couldn’t even circle it. It took both hands to grasp the thickness, barely managing to encircle it.

(So hard… And what a masculine smell…)

As I stroked Daisuke’s rod, a masculine scent wafted from the tip.

I didn’t know what the smell was specifically, but I instinctively knew that it was the smell of a male.

When I smelled this scent, I felt strangely dazed.

My mind becomes intoxicated, as if drunk on alcohol (though I’ve never actually drunk before), and my thinking grows sluggish.

Daisuke talks about milking, but there are no n1pples in the world as thick and strong as these.

Still, I work diligently at his p3nis, trying to squeeze something from its base.

Remembering how Mom first taught me to milk, I put all my heart and soul into the act, determined to help Daisuke release his milk in pleasure.

“Does it feel good?”

I asked Daisuke as I milked him with my whole body.

I wanted Daisuke to feel good.

That’s my true desire.

I understand without question that making this p3nis feel good is a woman’s duty.

And then,

“Ahh! Carol!!!”

Daisuke shouted something with a sexy moan.

At that moment, a huge amount of white liquid spurted out from the tip of his strong p3nis.

“Wh, what…?”

The liquid spurted out endlessly, and in an instant, my whole body was dyed pure white.

It was sticky, clinging to my face and body, and it exuded a strong male smell.

It continued to fly out, hitting me in the face, and the strong smell hit my nostrils directly.

“What is this white stuff…?”

I asked, stunned.

Being covered in this would surely drive me insane.

The pleasure of having Daisuke’s white stuff all over my body was something I’d never forget.

“I’m sorry! Very very sorry!!!”

In the next moment, Daisuke was on his knees, bowing deeply in apology.

It was the so-called Japanese dogeza.

I possess a special constitution that bewitches boys. Daisuke must have lost all sense of self when he saw me milking.

When he finally regained his senses, he realized the enormity of what he’d done.

Had I been doing the same thing to Mr. Williams that day, the outcome would likely have been identical.

“It’s okay. It was my fault in the first place.”

That was an undeniable fact.

My special constitution had seduced Daisuke. He was simply a victim.

Conversely, Daisuke’s constitution had also ensnared me.

Bathed in the white substance from his p3nis, I’d been utterly defeated.

In essence, we’d reached a stalemate.

This was simply the inevitable result of my special constitution interacting with Daisuke’s.

Daisuke was excited by my body, and I was captivated by the sight of Daisuke’s p3nis.

Daisuke’s apology here proved he still retained some measure of rationality.

If he were an ordinary boy, he would probably have taken things further into actual s3x.

I didn’t report Daisuke’s actions to Mom.

It was mostly my doing anyway. What point would there be in telling her?

Daisuke apologized, but truth be told, I never felt uncomfortable with what he did to me.

In fact, after being bathed in that white substance, I found myself wanting more.

But afterward, Daisuke started avoiding me.

Even when we worked together, he refused to meet my eyes. When I stole glances at his crotch, he remained oblivious.

I didn’t mind at all.

Even though I thought I would mind being covered in Daisuke’s white stuff again, he never exposed that sturdy member to me again

Then the next day, I witnessed it:

The moment Daisuke and Mom—”made love.”