Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 8

I ran away from the orphanage in fourth grade and have been living alone ever since.

I’ve never relied on anyone, never parasited off others, and built my life with money I earned myself, never accepting anyone’s protection.

How could a mere 10-year-old girl manage that?

People who ask that probably don’t know how much malice fills this world.

I suspect most humans worldwide believe – without a shred of evidence – that everyone lives happily, varying only in degree.

Those who see the world as it is would give the utterly logical answer: “Ah, she sold her body to Loli-cons or pedophiles.”

For a child just entering puberty, that’s the only way to earn money. But people living in the sunlit world pretend such horrors don’t exist, turning a blind eye to reality.

There are plenty of people out there who would gladly hand over 500 dollars for s3x with a girl like me, just because they get sexually excited by us.

Loli-con is just a special fetish for some people.

People who say that don’t know reality. The number of men who get excited by slightly swollen chests or smooth crotches is as numerous as the stars in the sky.

Let’s say you have twenty relatives in total. Half of them are men. If we exclude children, that leaves eight men, and at least three of them are loli-cons.

I’ve experienced this reality firsthand in my daily life.

The idea that only a small part of people get sexually excited by someone like me is just a fantasy for those who don’t know reality.

500 dollars per s3x act.

If I use all the options like full penetration and anal licking, I can make 1000 dollars in one night.

Fortunately, I’m blessed with good looks. Even at elementary school age, my chest and hips are developed enough to attract plenty of night customers.

As someone without a permanent residence, I can easily live for a month with just $1000. If I let some pervert man hold me once a month, I’d have no trouble surviving.

But sometimes I do wish for a more refined life.

Some high-ranking VIPs have even asked me to live with them, but that’s not what I want.

I don’t want a slave life bound by a collar and chain. I want to live by my own will.

This is the life I lead. I don’t hate s3x, but I do want to live a more human life. I don’t think there’s any punishment for that.

At least, I’m happier than those elementary school kids running around outside.

I didn’t want parents or family.

What I wanted was money for a stable life.

Just as I was thinking this, a business opportunity came my way.

(What… is this man’s p3nis…)

That day, I was running a honey trap on the outskirts of Los Angeles.

The scheme involved luring gullible tourists into alleys, performing fellatio on them, and taking photos as evidence.

Since I was just helping out a local gang, my cut was small. But when they introduced me to a wealthy Loli-con, I reluctantly agreed to a temporary arrangement.

As usual, I took a stupid Asian man’s c0ck in my mouth and made him cum. That was all the job entailed. Or at least, that’s what it was supposed to be.

(This c0ck… I’d never let it go, even if I died)

After swallowing his powerful release, I found myself strangely attached to the thought.

It was indeed a formidable p3nis.

Both in shape and size, it was magnificent, far harder than those of black or white men.

But that wasn’t all. This man’s p3nis possessed the power to enslave women with its stench alone.

The moment his semen entered my mouth, I became his slave for certain.

Until the man permits me, I’ll keep getting sperm in the depths of my pvssy.

And just as I expected, that man, Daisuke Sakagami, showed the same ability on almost all white women.

The tendency is that it’s strong on us white people, that is, Caucasians.

The effect was especially pronounced on women our age with larger chests, though it wasn’t simply a matter of br3ast size determining efficacy.

For instance, I’m 12 with C-cup br3asts, but a girl my age with AA-cup br3asts showed no interest in Daisuke’s p3nis at all.

Conversely, even among adult women, those with chests smaller than E-cup showed little effect. The probability of Daisuke’s p3nis inducing heat in women increased dramatically with larger sizes—F-cup, G-cup, and especially those with exceptionally ample br3asts.

And this is the most crucial point: the overwhelming majority were stunningly beautiful.

Even when women shared similar body types, the unattractive ones never spared Daisuke a glance, nor did he attract the attention of obese women.

This remains purely speculative, but I believe the ability either targets women carrying exceptionally beautiful genetic traits or those who unconsciously perceive themselves as beautiful. It must be one or the other.

Determining the former would require extensive genetic research, but the latter’s reasoning is more straightforward.

The more a woman believes herself beautiful, the more she habitually looks down on less attractive men.

I’d never sleep with someone so mismatched with me. Regardless of personality, women unconsciously harbor this conviction.

Yet every woman secretly yearns to be pinned down by a man.

This is an instinct born of being female. There are no exceptions, regardless of the type of man involved.

Women harbor a desire to be overpowered by a strong man, and this pleasure can sometimes be amplified by the contrast between expectation and reality.

The contrast, in this case, refers to the initial rejection – the conviction that this particular man would never be someone with whom one would have s3x.

When a woman who has been dominated by such a man discovers that the actual s3x was incredibly pleasurable, her reaction far surpasses what she might feel when embraced by a handsome or wealthy partner.

In essence, women secretly yearn to submit sexually to men they would normally never consider touching.

Daisuke is the perfect embodiment of this pleasure principle.

He looks dull, is Asian, and struggles with English.

Yet his p3nis possesses otherworldly vigor, his sexual technique ranks among the world’s best, and his stamina is inexhaustible.

The moment a woman realizes the man she scorned and slept with is actually a s3x king, she becomes utterly smitten.

Along the way, there are more than one or two big-breasted white women who initially looked down on Daisuke but then fell head over heels for him.

I was certain that if I used this s3x properly, I could make hundreds of millions.

With this conviction, I approached Daisuke, who was sleeping rough in the wilderness of Albuquerque.

But then…

“Ahh! Come on! Fvck me, Jap!”

I’d forgotten.

I, too, was a Caucasian girl, with bigger br3asts and better looks than most of my generation.

“Aaah! I’m cumming! Uuuuugh!”

And I became the victim of Daisuke’s s3x.

To my shame, my heart was bound by it, and I found myself falling in love.

So I decided to abandon Daisuke once.

To be precise, not abandon, but pasture.

I figured if he gained s3x experience in Central and South America—where conditions were tougher than even in the US—he’d become an even better s3x machine.

The results were beyond imagination.

Daisuke became the kind of man who could make Caucasian women with giant br3asts go into heat just by brushing past them.

As proof of this, he had gathered more than ten white women — all of whom looked like they could be celebrities — and created a s3x harem in Japan.

If I could do this much, it would be enough for my business. Or so I thought,

“Ah… Sarah…!”

Yet I couldn’t bring myself to start the conversation, spending my days sucking on Daisuke’s impressive c0ck instead.

I’d grown accustomed to being splattered with his cum across my face and chest, enduring raw, unprotected s3x with him inside me. I’d fully embraced life as this man’s slave.

I needed to escape this country soon…

“Ahhn! Daisuke’s c0ck is incredible! ♡♡♡”

But once that p3nis breached me, all rational thought vanished.

The business talk became irrelevant; I just wanted to be fucked by him forever. That primal desire consumed me.

Even though I know that it’s the effect of Daisuke’s ability, since I’m also a woman, it doesn’t seem like I can easily escape from this trap.

“Ah! Keep fucking me like this forever!”

Let’s wait until I’m in middle school to bring this up.

That thought had been lingering for half a year now.

I should probably move soon, but maybe it’s not too late to wait a bit longer, I’d think during our s3x sessions.

For now, being this man’s slave was fine.

When the time came, I’d make full use of him for business.

Until then, I’d just enjoy his c0ck as much as possible.

There was no guarantee I’d remain a submissive slave forever.

Maybe another year, no, three years? Or even until I turn twenty.

So ten years? Or twenty?

Just keep me as your s3x slave for that time.

So please, let me stay your slave forever.

If you don’t make me a lifetime s3x slave serving your c0ck, I’ll never forgive you.

With this sturdy c0ck, until I die—

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◆Character Profile◆

Name: Sarah Anderson

Country of Origin: United States

Age: 12 years

Height: 149 cm

Weight: 41 kg

Bust: C cup

Male Experience: Numerous

Originally an orphan, she escaped from the cramped life at the orphanage. She naturally became a private prostitute catering to lolicons and made a living.

During s3x with Daisuke in Albuquerque, she experienced for the first time what it means to be “protected.”

After that, she declared she would use Daisuke as a business partner, but childish yet adult desires to be protected by his s3x kept surfacing.

She has been Daisuke’s s3x slave for quite some time now, but she doesn’t seem to want to escape this situation.

She came to Japan through the power of a former government client… or maybe not.

◆Evaluation of Daisuke◆

He is the perfect person to run a s3x business.

…Well, I suppose he’s decent enough as a man to keep me.