Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 17

“Oh! Master! This is incredible!”

“Ahh! I want Master’s incredible thing inside me too!”

“Master’s balls are so… formidable—”

Multiple white women swarm around a single Japanese man’s p3nis, engaging in s3x.

Among them are famous Hollywood actress Katherine McBride and Emmy Award-winning actress Scarlett Hudson, creating a scene straight out of a drunken feast of flesh.

A single Japanese boy is having s3x with multiple white women simultaneously. Moreover, all of them are top-tier beauties among our white race, making it feel like watching a porn video on an enormous movie screen.

Is it just me who doesn’t find this situation abnormal?

Among the girls was a 12-year-old, and even she casually licked his p3nis or squeezed his scrotum without hesitation.

I can’t help but think this must be Sodom from the Old Testament. Yet not a single girl questions their participation in this drunken orgy with him.

True, Daisuke’s p3nis is impressive…

His sexual technique and stamina are extraordinary, but is that enough to attract so many girls?

Have they all truly examined his inner qualities?

Do they want to sleep with him after seeing his innocent, pure eyes, his genuine character—everything about him?

That’s what I did.

Drawn to every aspect of him, I came to Japan.

I was prepared to abandon my dream of becoming an artist and enter a foreign marriage if necessary. That’s how determined I was.

“Ahh! Japanese c0ck feels so good!”

What I found was the sight of my beloved drowning in carnal desires.

Did he take me just to satisfy his lust too? I wanted to ask.

The way Daisuke was thrusting into women, pinning them down, made me want to ask that question.

Yes, your s3x is incredible.

It made me think that being born a woman was worth it.

I remember how your thick c0ck made me climax in ways I never imagined possible.

But that was because I was drawn to your inner self.

I thought I could love you as a woman.

“I’m going back to my country,”

I spat in English at my lover, who was enjoying s3x, then left the apartment.

I’d reached my limit.

For a time, I thought being his s3x slave was fine, but knowing there were twenty other women like me here was too much for me.

I’m just an ordinary girl.

A completely normal girl whose dream was to become a wife someday.

After a while, I heard the girls’ screams coming from inside the apartment.

It wasn’t the cries of women reaching climax through Daisuke’s intense s3x. They were shouting in frustration, having been interrupted mid-act.

Then…

“Ena!!”

Daisuke, still sporting a formidable erection, actually had the nerve to walk out of the apartment like that. Not to mention it’s still reasonably hard… I don’t know where to look.

“Wait, Ena! Don’t leave me!”

Daisuke desperately tried to stop me as I made to leave. Sure, I appreciate the effort, but what kind of line is that coming from a guy who was fucking another woman just minutes ago? I’ll admit his c0ck is impressive, but I’m not the type of woman who submits easily because of it.

I’m not your slave. Unlike those other women who try to maximize their sexual pleasure by becoming someone’s plaything.

As if he’d received my silent message, Daisuke began earnestly pleading with me, his eyes serious.

“I love you, Ena.”

I imagine any other girl hearing that would either scream “What kind of bullshit is that?” or force a bitter smile.

How many girls do you tell “I love you” to during s3x anyway?

Do you have any idea how many times I’ve heard your “I love you” for other girls?

I wanted to scream those words, but I suppressed the urge calmly. Still, I couldn’t stop ruminating over one simple truth in my heart:

I’m the only one you tell “I love you” to outside of s3x.

Liz, Diana, and Amanda all demand to hear those words in their daily lives, too, so it’s probably true.

In a way, that’s my only saving grace.

That single fact is what’s kept me enduring Daisuke’s harem these past months.

Daisuke loves all girls.

But if he had to choose a favorite, it would be me. It’s that feeling that keeps me by his side even now.

“I’m not as beautiful as a Hollywood actress, and I have the smallest chest here,”

I deliberately ask Daisuke a mean question.

All members of Daisuke’s harem are stunningly beautiful with ample bosoms.

As a D-cup, I’m at the bottom tier compared to everyone except Sarah and Silvia. Even Silvia might surpass me soon. I ask why he’d choose someone like me.

If his answer satisfies me, I’ll stay in this apartment forever.

If not, I’ll return to Estonia and resume my pursuit of becoming an artist. My future husband would undoubtedly be a white man.

I swore I’d never be with a Japanese boy again. But then…

“I can be myself with you.”

With you, I can be my true self.

That answer left me speechless.

Because that’s exactly why I love Daisuke.

Daisuke’s eyes are a mirror reflecting my genuine self.

In front of him, I can only be myself.

Not the Estonian woman who wants to become an artist,

Not the woman drowning in s3x,

But simply a girl, free of race or nationality – that’s who I want to be before him.

When someone like that tells me they feel the same way, it’s impossible to resist.

Ah, so I do love this person.

Unrelated to s3x or his impressive p3nis, I love Sakagami Daisuke as a woman.

“Will you marry me, Ena?”

“Is that what you say when you’re completely naked?”

I burst out laughing at his ridiculous proposal. It might be typical of him to say it as it is, but I wonder if he could at least wear pants. I’m not asking for a tuxedo, you know?

“Yes.”

Even as I laugh so hard I’m about to cry, I answer his question truthfully.

If he proposes, his harem probably won’t disappear.

His lower body belongs to all white women. There’s definitely that kind of atmosphere, and at least as a biological female, I agree with that idea. I can’t monopolize his wonderful s3x alone. That’s how valuable Daisuke’s assets are.

So I’m fine with just getting the leftovers.

When he’s exhausted from harem s3x, I let him fvck me as a way to cool down.

That’s probably just right for me.

If he really takes me seriously in bed, I’ll lose myself completely.

Not all girls enjoy mind-blowing s3x, you know.

Well, sometimes I might get carried away and join in on the harem s3x, but that’s only when my instincts itch.

I’ll be Daisuke’s faithful wife most of the time, so you should treat me that way too.

Don’t tell Liz, Diana, or Amanda about this.

This proposal will remain between us.

So you can propose to other girls secretly, but at least once a week, I have a day just for me to be with my husband.

Otherwise, I’ll go back to Estonia for good this time.

Or maybe I’ll become your s3x harem slave for real.

Would you be happy? Sad?

I don’t even need to ask.

I’m your wife, after all.

I know everything that goes through your mind—every thought, every desire…

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◆Character Profile◆

Name: Ena Claus

Country of Origin: Republic of Estonia

Age: 22

Height: 176cm

Weight: 53 kg

Bust: D cup

Male Experience: Four past boyfriends and Daisuke

Daisuke met Ena, an aspiring artist, in Estonia. Through her drawings, she saw through to his true essence and was captivated by his purity.

She’s the only woman who fell for Daisuke without s3x, though the act itself left her weak-kneed. Unlike other women, however, she never succumbed to temptation.

◆Evaluation of Daisuke◆

I get why people go crazy over Daisuke’s s3x, but aren’t they all a bit too obsessed? He’s certainly charming, but his true appeal lies in his inner qualities.

…Though I have to admit, that s3x of his can make you lose all sense of self. Half of me wishes I could just be his s3x slave forever.

◆A Message to Readers◆

Art is a mirror reflecting our true selves.

Why not try looking inward through music or paintings? That’s how I found Daisuke through art, after all. And well, we ended up having s3x afterward – can’t help it when you’re a man and woman, can you?