Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 6.5 Female Perspective

In the end, I decided to join Daisuke on his journey.

That said, I couldn’t possibly accompany him on a round-the-world trip. This was just temporary companionship until we reached Dallas International Airport to head to the next country.

“Ahh! It’s incredible! I’ve never experienced s3x like this before!”

First, I couldn’t get away from him – or, more accurately, from his p3nis.

I’d come all the way to the heart of America for the sole purpose of being held by this man. It was only natural to want to savor his vigorous s3x for as long as possible.

On our way to Dallas, we stayed in two hotels along the way.

Naturally, each night was devoted to s3x. Daisuke’s powerful p3nis kept me moaning throughout the entire night.

To put it bluntly, it was the best time of my life as a woman.

And secondly, I sensed a certain talent in Daisuke’s s3x.

Daisuke was a genius in every aspect—his p3nis’s size and strength, his sexual technique. It was a kind of talent, almost like a weapon.

I thought maybe I could use his sexual talents in some kind of business.

Not just being a male prostitute.

Anyone could do that.

Daisuke’s talent for reliably engaging in s3x with any woman could be useful in higher-level business.

For example, he could sleep with a VIP’s wife and use that as an excuse to demand a large sum of money.

He could even demand something political rather than money.

There were endless possibilities.

If he sleeps with the female president of a major company, he can control that company, and if he can make a government official fall head over heels in love with him, he might even be able to start a war.

Well, that’s just fantasy.

But making money is possible.

It’d be easy to send Daisuke into a newlywed couple’s home, make the wife act shamelessly, then show her husband and force them to divorce.

There’s definitely demand for that kind of thing. Even a simple high-class male prostitute could make a fortune.

But first, I needed to determine the full extent of Daisuke’s talents.

I needed to see how far his p3nis, which had even made me go crazy, could captivate women.

“How far do you want to go?”

Just then, an ideal target appeared.

On the outskirts of Clinton, a white woman driving an Italian car pulled over.

She seemed to be called Stephanie, but the name didn’t matter.

She had blonde, medium-long hair, and was a typical white beauty.

Fresh out of college and newly employed, she radiated an innocent, inexperienced aura.

“Oakland City. If possible, all the way to Dallas.”

Before this unsuspecting woman, I performed the role of an innocent young girl.

Normally, a woman my age wouldn’t hitchhike alone, yet she seemed to harbor no suspicions.

She’d likely grown up in a privileged household, raised by loving parents, and enjoyed a carefree life with a good boyfriend.

I despise that kind of woman, but for this plan, she’s the perfect candidate.

A b1tch who spreads her legs for anyone serves no purpose.

A woman who appears virtuous is ideal.

Only by bedding such a woman can Daisuke’s value truly shine.

“Ms. Stephanie, do you have a boyfriend?”

In the car, I engaged in casual small talk. I aimed to lower her guard.

The woman revealed her boyfriend in Amarillo, blushing slightly. They’re seriously considering marriage.

How fortunate.

That’s wonderful news.

I offered insincere congratulations, slightly elevating her mood.

Her boyfriend must be white, of course.

From a good family, decent income, and socially respectable.

Women like her only choose white men. They might claim to oppose racism on the surface, but deep down, they’re white supremacists at heart, pitying people of color and Asians.

Well, I have to admit I share some of that bias myself, but the delusion that white men are superior in bed is easily shattered.

After all, we have Daisuke—the devil incarnate—right here.

“Is your boyfriend good in bed? How big is his p3nis?”

“Huh?”

My blunt question froze Stephanie solid.

She probably thought I was some kind of virgin.

I’ve had to let countless perverts fvck me just to survive. I lost my virginity at eight. Our life experiences are on different planets.

“Of course bigger feels better, right? You’d rather have a c0ck that reaches all the way inside than one that barely grazes your middle, wouldn’t you?”

Truth is, I’d already exposed Daisuke’s c0ck and was stroking it by then.

I couldn’t wait to see how she’d react when she saw it in the rearview mirror.

“Enough already–”

As expected, Stephanie’s eyes widened in shock.

At the center of her gaze stood Daisuke’s erect p3nis, A lethal weapon of extraordinary size and force.

The long shaft stood defiantly toward the ceiling, its ominous curvature bending unnaturally upward.

Both its girth and the protruding glans defied all normal proportions.

Even the balls were heavy, making it the perfect reproductive organ in every respect.

This was Daisuke’s first talent: the ability to captivate women with his formidable erection.

Though crude and normally hidden from view, its visual impact was undeniable.

People are overwhelmed by something they’ve never seen before, and at the same time, they feel a strong interest.

Even adults gasped like middle schoolers seeing a c0ck for the first time when confronted with Daisuke’s size.

Women are instinctively overwhelmed.

They couldn’t help but be powerfully impressed by this superior male – a specimen far more formidable than any man who had ever held them before.

As expected, Stephanie was speechless.

Just moments ago, she’d been fuming with anger, but the moment she saw Daisuke’s p3nis, she focused intently on driving without another word.

She probably plans to endure until we reach our destination this way.

But I see right through her.

She’d been stealing glances at Daisuke’s p3nis through the rearview mirror all this time.

(-Ah, it’s amazing, as always.)

Making sure that the woman was watching, I took Daisuke’s strong glans into my mouth.

I had given Daisuke a blowjob many times over the past three days, but I couldn’t help but be amazed at how strong it was.

His p3nis stretches my mouth to its limits, yet keeps pushing deeper.

That masculine scent.

Any woman would go into heat instantly after taking this in her mouth.

Even if they had a partner they had pledged their future to, or a husband they’d been with for many years, they would be powerless in front of this strong p3nis.

Checking from time to time, I saw that Stephanie was still staring intently at Daisuke’s p3nis.

Please keep your eyes on the road while you drive. I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt.

“AH!!”

Not wanting to die, I quickly made Daisuke ejaculate.

Daisuke’s sperm shot high into the air.

The force was as impressive as always. No wonder being filled with this makes me feel like I’m being taken to heaven every time.

Daisuke’s second talent:

He can make women go into heat with the smell of his semen.

Daisuke’s semen contains a strong masculine odor and special pheromones that melt women.

Of course, I haven’t scientifically tested this, but there’s no other explanation.

Every woman who smells this semen goes into heat without exception. The woman from the dump, the restaurant waitress, the truck driver, the mother and daughter from the farm—all of them reacted the same way.

The effect is certain.

It’s not even comparable to visual effects.

If a woman catches a whiff of Daisuke’s semen—or gets sprayed with it—she can no longer think straight.

Her instincts command her to submit her body to this virile male.

“You guys, get your act together!”

As expected, Stephanie stops the car and comes to the back seat.

Not to stop us.

But to join us.

To offer her pvssy to the superior male Daisuke.

“This is… not fair.”

The woman said as she took Daisuke’s p3nis in her mouth.

Yes, his p3nis was unfair.

So strong.

His smell made women horny.

And on top of that, he had incredible sexual techniques.

It would be strange not to embrace him.

Women easily submit to superior males.

It’s the law of nature.

“Ahh!”

The woman bathed in Daisuke’s semen, her face contorted in ecstasy.

This must be her moment of supreme pleasure.

Covered in that robust scent, thoroughly violated through her sense of smell, she imagined the impending disaster about to befall her—s3x with an exceptional male.

The mere thought alone was already equivalent to ecstasy.

In this state, the woman would straddle Daisuke herself.

Or perhaps lean against the wall, thrusting out her hips, begging for the male to ravage her.

“Ahh! He’s entering me—!”

She chose the former.

With Daisuke’s huge p3nis thrust into her, she arches her back, on the verge of fainting.

From then on, it’s s3x between two beasts.

Surrendering herself to Daisuke’s strong body, the woman shakes her hips with all her heart.

You would love to show this to your lover.

Your lover, the beloved with whom you have pledged your future, was a b1tch who would shake her hips on top of a Japanese man. If you’re going to blame someone, blame your small d1ck.

If your p3nis was as big as Daisuke’s, or at least half as big, she probably wouldn’t be as excited as she is.

Well, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s cuckolded either way.

Because,

Daisuke’s third talent:

His innate genius for s3x.

He instinctively scents a woman’s weakness and attacks.

With perfect positioning, perfect timing, perfect force—she has no choice but to climax helplessly.

And since he would make her climax at least twenty times before he even came once, the woman would experience the pinnacle of feminine ecstasy.

“Ahh! Japanese penises are so good! Now that I know this, I can never go back to white men!”

By this point, all traces of her former self had vanished.

No matter how chaste a woman might appear, Daisuke could reduce her to a mere breeding vessel.

It can’t be helped. That’s how women are biologically, and Daisuke has the natural talent to create this situation.

“Oh! I’m cumming! I’m going to cum from this big Japanese p3nis!”

Kissing Daisuke passionately, the woman begged for him to cum inside her.

This was the same woman who had been gushing about her boyfriend moments ago.

It was a stark reminder of how shallow words like “pure love” and “true affection” could be.

“Oh! I’m cumming!”

And then the woman climaxes.

She must have experienced ecstasy multiple times by this point.

But the pleasure that overcomes her is far greater.

That is, it is a creampie by a powerful male.

As massive quantities of semen pummel her womb, she faints with each impact.

Her body simply can’t endure such overwhelming pleasure.

This woman will probably never return to her lover now.

She might maintain the facade of their relationship, but every time she has s3x with him, she’ll remember this vigorous act—true s3x.

That said…

(How can he still be powerful after all that creampie…?)

The problem with this strategy is that watching the intense s3x next to me makes me feel uncomfortable.

It is true that I have smelled Daisuke’s sperm, and before that I had been stroking his powerful p3nis just before.

My head is also fuzzy, and my pvssy is already soaking wet.

“Daisuke…let me put this strong thing in my mouth too. I’ve been holding back this whole time.”

In the end, I ended up having s3x with Daisuke too.

This man is truly despicable and shameless.

How could anyone remain calm after being presented with such a formidable p3nis?

“Ahhn! It’s amazing, just as I thought♡”

I didn’t like moving my hips on top of a man.

But Daisuke is different.

From the depths of my heart, I wanted him to feel good, and I wanted to feel good with him.

If love is more important than s3x, then what is his s3x?

His s3x is undoubtedly more sacred than love.

In the face of such a strong male, I am reminded that a hundred years of love is just an illusion.

I want Daisuke’s sturdy p3nis to make me cum.

I want him to plant his seed directly into my womb.

Daisuke is the kind of male who makes you feel that way.

How could I bear to let this be our final parting in life?

“Here’s your plane ticket to London.”

At Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport, I guided Daisuke through the process of buying a ticket.

I didn’t forget to take a picture of his passport on the way. If I could find this address, it would be easy to meet him again in Japan.

“Thank you very much, Sarah.”

Though still struggling with English, he seemed to express heartfelt gratitude.

In truth, I stood right beside him, guiding him through each step of the process.

Buying a ticket yourself is straightforward enough, but having someone else purchase it proved more challenging. Still, I managed to secure an international flight ticket for him.

But the destination wasn’t London – it was San Jose.

I wasn’t entirely sure myself, but I believe it’s some city in Central America.

From there, He’d continue to Britain and embrace European women.

That prospect held its charm.

Daisuke could sleep with any woman in the world, and that would be an experience for him.

But that wouldn’t be enough.

What would happen if we only focused on Europe and America?

To make my business succeed, I needed Daisuke to have more intense experiences.

For example, I need him to sleep with all kinds of women in the jungles of South America or on the banks of the Amazon River.

Then I want him to grow stronger and help me with my business.

I want him to make me moan with that strong p3nis.

That was my grand plan, staking everything on it – Sara Anderson’s life-changing scheme.

Until then, I’d have to say goodbye to that tough p3nis of his for a while.

May all Japanese penises in the world prosper.

From now on, whenever I see Japanese tourists, I’ll at least give them some s3x.

Of course, I’ll take all their money too.

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Summary of the American Episode

Itinerary: 22 days

Route:

Los Angeles International Airport → Los Angeles → Flagstaff → Holbrook → Albuquerque → Amarillo → Clinton → Oklahoma City → Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport (Total distance: 1,508 miles)

Funds before leaving Japan:

$1,048 (+803,567 yen)

Funds upon leaving the US:

$8,382

White women Daisuke slept with in the US:

Catherine McBride (27)

Elizabeth Carter (18)

Amanda Tracy (26)

Alicia Stanley (34) – Married

Carol Stanley (15)

Sarah Anderson (?)

Stephanie Reed (22) – Has a boyfriend

Total: 7 women