Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 4

When I passed him on the street, I truly thought it was divine providence.

Well, it was me who subtly steered our third-year anniversary trip toward Japan, and it’s true that I was discreetly checking out the men passing by, hoping I might run into him again

But I never imagined that in Japan—a country with a population of over 100 million—I would actually run into Daisuke again.

“D-Daisuke?!”

As he was about to walk past me, I called out to him without thinking.

It was almost involuntary. After all, Ivan was walking beside me. As someone with no connection to pure-blooded Japanese people – let alone Central Asian Russians – the mere thought of explaining why I’d call out to a random passerby in Japan gave me a headache.

“Mrs. Sofiya?!”

Daisuke’s eyes widened in surprise. How could I, someone living in Moscow, be here in Japan? And wasn’t the man beside me my husband? The multiple layers of astonishment on his face made it clear he was baffled by why I’d chosen to approach him in this situation.

“What’s going on, Sofia? Do you know him?”

Naturally, Ivan was also puzzled by my behavior. Though we’d grown up together, we’d lived apart for periods, so it made sense we’d each have aspects the other didn’t know about. But I’d never mentioned having Japanese acquaintances, so I bitterly regretted my oversight.

“Uh, yes, I… I was once helped by someone in Moscow.”

I desperately tried to maintain my composure. Even if I were to say “I was taken care of,” I couldn’t possibly explain how exactly Daisuke had helped me to Ivan, even on pain of death.

One year ago, I accidentally splashed cold water on Daisuke when he visited Moscow for a trip. Without hesitation, I brought him home to wipe his body clean, but somehow, we ended up having s3x there.

s3x with a complete stranger – a Japanese man.

While Ivan was working hard, I was indulging in reckless, condom-less s3x with an Asian man in what should have been our sacred nest of marital love.

I still remember how his vigorous p3nis, overflowing with vitality, brought me to multiple climaxes through rough yet tender lovemaking.

It was nothing like our married life – animalistic s3x that felt wild and untamed.

His p3nis was simply too formidable.

Back then, I pretended it was a test from God, but the truth is, I was simply absorbed in my first experience of truly manly s3x.

An unthinkable disgrace for a clergyman’s daughter.

There’s not a day that I don’t regret what happened that day, but once I let him into my home, I don’t think I could have avoided that rough s3x.

Really, once I splashed water on him, ignoring him became the only option. But how could I abandon someone after causing them such trouble under Moscow’s cold sky? So I spent my days telling myself that maybe connecting with him was God’s will after all.

“D-Daisuke. I’d like to introduce you. This is my husband, Ivan. Ivan, this is Daisuke Sakagami from Japan.”

I introduced the man I’d had an affair with, wearing an innocent expression. Still, Ivan didn’t doubt me. He believed I would never betray him.

“Hello, Mr. Sakagami. I hear you took care of Sofia in the past.”

Unaware of the truth, Ivan shook hands with Daisuke and greeted him. The atmosphere made it clear he’d never reveal that “taking care” involved raw, unprotected s3x ending in a messy climax.

Daisuke, equally bewildered, wore a strained smile. His eyes betrayed the terror of being killed by Ivan—a current police officer—if the truth came out.

Meanwhile, even I couldn’t fathom why I’d done such a thing.

While Ivan and Daisuke exchanged pleasantries, I scribbled my phone number on a torn page from a tourist guidebook.

“Well, Daisuke, let’s meet again sometime somewhere. I’m going somewhere with Ivan now.”

I slipped the paper into Daisuke’s hand as I pretended to bow politely.

I don’t think there’s a woman who wouldn’t know what I was hoping for by doing that.

In the end, somewhere in my heart, I was hoping.

To see him again.

To have s3x with him again.

That’s why I forced this trip, which was initially leaning toward Paris, to become Japan instead.

Because I knew he lived in Tokyo.

In a city of 15 million people, I dreamed of the slim chance we might reunite.

If by some miracle I were to meet him again, I would be convinced from the bottom of my heart that our meeting that day was God’s will.

So without any hesitation, I secretly booked another room at the hotel where we were staying tonight, without telling my husband.

During the first check-in, I clumsily explained in my poor English that I absolutely mustn’t lose track of the second room.

After checking in, I pretended to go outside for some fresh air, checked in again, got my key, and waited absentmindedly for him to call.

“He’s here…”

Ivan was just taking a shower in his room when I got a call from an unknown number.

Feeling even that moment was divine guidance, I pressed the answer button with trembling hands.

“So, Ms. Sofiya?”

It was undoubtedly Daisuke’s voice.

As I apologized to God in my heart, I desperately tried to convey these words to Daisuke in my poor English.

Shibuya, ◯◯ Hotel, Room 702, 2:00 AM.

The hotel was where we were staying.

Room 702 was the number of the room I had newly reserved.

Tired from the long journey and jet-lagged, Ivan will never be awake until that time.

To begin with, Ivan rarely wakes up on his days off, as he is a police officer working 24-hour shifts.

At that time, he must be–.

1:55 AM

I continued to wait in the room where Ivan and I were staying until the very last moment.

My heart was pounding so hard I couldn’t sleep. I hadn’t moved an inch since Ivan went to bed at 10:00 PM, waiting for our appointed time.

There was no guarantee he’d come at all.

He probably had plans too, and there was even the possibility he found me completely unattractive.

In the first place, my English pronunciation may be so poor that he may not be able to understand me, and there is a good chance that the room fee for one night and my secret arrangements may end up in vain.

“I’m sorry, Ivan.”

Nevertheless, I went to Room 702 on the second floor, two floors up, as promised.

I took out the hidden card key from my pocket, confirmed Ivan was sound asleep, and left the room.

Just in case Ivan woke up, I left a note saying that I had received an international call from my parents’ house and would call them outside, with no specific time, and then, suppressing my excitement, I got on the elevator to the second floor.

Then…

“D-Daisuke—”

By chance, I met him in the elevator.

He looked surprised when he saw me. And that was to be expected. He didn’t know why I had called him today, or that room 702 up ahead was not my husband’s room and mine, but his and mine.

However, realizing that I had unconsciously brought my face closer to his,

“Mmm—”

Without thinking, we began a passionate kiss, our tongues entwined.

This was the kind of sticky kiss Ivan and I only shared during s3x—saliva swapping.

And to do it in an elevator where anyone could walk in at any moment? It was downright insane.

Still, I found myself drawn to him, clinging to his body as our tongues entwined.

The time it takes for an elevator to go from the fifth to the seventh floor isn’t that long.

But in that short span, I kissed Daisuke, pressed my palm against the firm shape between his legs, and let his rough hands knead my br3asts.

There’s no going back now.

Even if Ivan called right now, I wouldn’t even glance at the screen.

“So, Sofia…”

“Don’t say anything… do whatever you want with me tonight…”

After arriving at the room, we continued our passionate kisses, and before we knew it, we began undressing each other.

I don’t think my figure has changed at all since a year ago.

For my beloved husband, I maintained regular light exercise.

I wore wired bras to prevent my large br3asts from sagging, and I trained my pectoral muscles to preserve their shape.

But was that truly for Ivan’s sake?

The moment I exposed myself to him, that thought vanished like mist.

I had been training my body for this exact moment.

To let him ravish me fiercely, just like that day.

Sofia Melnichenko had spent the past year preparing to endure Ivan’s trial once more.

“Amazing…”

Daisuke’s half-erect p3nis showed no signs of decline since that day. If anything, it seemed even more formidable than before.

The exposed glans, the long, curved shaft—its imposing shape instantly captivated any woman’s gaze.

This hardness, incomparably sturdier than any Russian man’s, had left me utterly at his mercy a year ago.

A year later, our positions from that day couldn’t possibly have reversed. This was unthinkable. How could I ever take the offensive before this man’s p3nis?

He had become Jesus Christ himself.

The very incarnation of s3x, with God dwelling in his crotch.

“Let me suck it… please…”

Even normally, I rarely took the initiative to put Ivan’s thing in my mouth.

Still, I begged him to let me take his sturdy p3nis into my mouth.

“Nngh—”

The moment it happened, the scent of a powerful male flooded my nostrils.

His rough, sturdy c0ck made me feel like I was chewing on a stone.

With each movement of my jaw, the ridged head of his c0ck rubbed against my lips.

Everything was different now.

Even his sagging scrotum, though equally impressive, couldn’t compare to Ivan’s.

“I love you, Daisuke…”

From this moment until dawn, I set the boundaries.

Within these limits, I transferred my heart’s devotion from Ivan to this man.

The person I could make love to in bed had to be my husband alone. In order not to go against my vow to God, I took off my wedding ring and told myself that this man was my beloved husband.

Adultery?

Infidelity?

No, s3x is a sacred thing.

A divine act performed by lovers with passion.

It doesn’t matter if he’s my husband or not.

The decision to make love to him tonight was God’s will.

“Ah… Ahh—!”

After a year’s separation, his sturdy p3nis entered me once more.

His thick, sturdy p3nis forced open my v4g1na, carving its powerful shape and unyielding hardness into my flesh.

This was the true essence of a male.

Daisuke began thrusting into me in the missionary position, starkly demonstrating the difference between Japanese and Russian men.

It resembled the intimate act of a married couple.

In this position, we could kiss freely, and he could do whatever he pleased with my br3asts.

Whether he sensed my desires or not, Daisuke kept me pinned beneath him, vigorously kneading my br3asts while thrusting his hips. His tongue entangled with mine once more.

(Ah… How utterly exquisite…)

With each forceful thrust of his robust p3nis, I teetered on the brink of climax.

The thick shaft stretched my walls, its tip brushing against my cervix like a lover’s kiss. As he withdrew, his sturdy glans scraped against my inner walls, sending electric currents of pleasure coursing through my body.

His treatment of my br3asts – the way he kneaded them, the way he handled my n1pples – was nothing short of masterful.

His passionate kiss melted my mind, his precious saliva seeping deep into my core.

I wanted him to keep fucking me like this forever.

I don’t mind never seeing Ivan again if it means that.

“Ahh!! I’m cumming!!”

Though we’d only been at it a few minutes, I climaxed in an instant.

My mind goes blank with pleasure as my walls clenched around his c0ck.

Having only had s3x with Ivan this past year, it was natural to climax so easily with Daisuke’s d1ck.

After all, Ivan could never give me this kind of mind-blowing s3x.

“Daisuke… keep going…”

Still, I begged him for more thrusts.

I wanted to feel his c0ck inside me longer.

I knew each climax was so intense it could make me lose consciousness.

But with limited time and chances, this was the only way to savor his s3x to the fullest.

“Ahh! This is amazing! ♡♡”

He lifted both of my legs while still in the missionary position, and slammed his p3nis into me with great force.

He lifted my legs in a position similar to a backflip on a mat, so that my toes were pointing toward the ceiling.

In this humiliating position—where anyone behind me could see both my pvssy and my assh0le—he mercilessly pummeled me with his c0ck.

“Aahh! It feels so good deep inside! ♡♡”

Compared to a regular missionary, his glans reached my depths more easily.

The loud slapping sounds came from his balls repeatedly smacking against my ass.

Both his c0ck and balls were violating me, my entire pvssy enveloping his thick member.

“Ah! Sofia! Sofia!!”

The man calling my name during s3x wasn’t my beloved husband, but a Japanese man I’d only met twice before today.

Yet I’d known for a year now that the pleasure from his c0ck far surpassed anything my husband could provide.

Perhaps it was decided even before I was born.

Because it was decided by God that I would be violated by him like this.

“Oh! Daisuke♡♡ Daisuke♡♡”

Ivan’s face had vanished from my mind.

All that remained were his rustic features and the formidable shape of his p3nis.

I wanted him to ravish me until dawn.

Perhaps I should turn off my phone and lie about it being broken.

I was seriously considering such an obvious lie – proof of how utterly I couldn’t tear myself away from his s3x.

“Oh♡ Daisuke’s p3nis is amazing after all♡♡”

My reflection in the hotel window showed me being fucked from behind.

The one violating me wasn’t Ivan, but another man.

I knew this.

Yet even knowing…

“Ahh! Please cum inside me again!!”

My pvssy had chosen him, and there was no going back.

I’d been ensnared by Japan itself – by the power this man represented.

Drawn by his formidable p3nis, I visited Japan for the first time in my life. While my husband slept two floors below, another man’s c0ck thrust into me, making me moan uncontrollably.

If God would permit it, I thought fervently, I’d come back to Japan next year too.

As this strong man’s powerful c0ck violated me, I experienced something new for the first time – choosing a man with my pvssy.

With him, I wouldn’t mind being fucked however many times.

Thinking this, I continue to drool shamefully,

“Aah! Aaahhh!!!”

For the umpteenth time that day, his thick cum flooded my womb.

He definitely wouldn’t stop there.

I was certain he’d keep fucking me until breakfast time the next morning.

I resolved inwardly: next year, the year after that… I’d let him violate me in this hotel room year after year.

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◆Character Profile◆

Name: Sofia Melnichenko

Country of Origin: Russian Federation

Age: 26 years old

Height: 165 cm

Weight: 56 kg

Bust: H cup

Male Experience: Her husband Ivan and Daisuke only

Born to the daughter of a Russian Orthodox Church bishop, she is a devout Christian.

A chaste and modest woman who values poverty and chastity, she had sworn unchanging love to Ivan, her childhood sweetheart and police officer husband. But in a fateful accident, she became prey to Daisuke’s p3nis.

After experiencing a real man different from her husband, she undergoes what could be called the only true upheaval in her life. Yet she repeatedly tells herself that it was a divine trial, determined to preserve her love for Ivan.

Unable to abandon the faint hope of reunion, she forcibly changes their planned trip from France to Japan instead.

When she miraculously meets Daisuke again, she can no longer contain her feelings for him, and offers him her heart and body, which should only be given to her husband.

Even now, on their wedding anniversary, she travels to Japan with her husband and makes time secretly to offer her body to Daisuke.

She claims she’ll overcome this trial someday, but she suspects her self-esteem is probably zero (though she’s aware of this and does it anyway).

◆Evaluation of Daisuke◆

In a way, he may be the one who took my virginity. It was the first time in my life that my body felt so light and fluffy during s3x.

Even now, I continue to challenge his p3nis every year.

I still can’t reach his level, but whether it takes twenty years or thirty, I’ll conquer God’s trial.

How many times?

Yes, that’s right. I’m considering increasing the frequency to two or three times a year from now on.

If he could travel to Moscow for work, I’d be ready to face his trials every week.

You like having s3x with him?

Of course… I won’t deny it, but remember this is still a trial.

I’m not accepting his p3nis out of impure motives.