Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 1.5 Female Perspective

“Hey, look, Eva, there’s an Asian YouTuber doing something stupid.”

 

As Mike and I walked through Miami, a burly Asian man suddenly appeared before us.

He looked more like a young man than a grown adult—Asians often appear younger than their actual age, sometimes seeming five years younger than they are.

His build was imposing, though still shorter than me, 183 centimeters. Covered in thick hair and with stereotypical Asian features, he couldn’t exactly be described as stylish.

I don’t mean to discriminate against Asians, but when Mike pointed at the sign he was holding, I couldn’t help but frown.

 

[If I’m “good,” please give me money for my trip according to how good it is.]

 

The words were ambiguous, but the implication of s3x was clear at first glance.

He was a Japanese YouTuber, traveling as part of a YouTube project. Upon closer inspection, I noticed he was wearing a small camera around his neck.

Have s3x with this Asian person and pay him.

Was someone forcing him to do this, or was he doing it voluntarily?

Either way, I thought it was a completely ridiculous idea, because I didn’t think there would be even one American who would look at him and want to have s3x with him.

We are Americans. Citizens of the United States of America. We live in environments where people of all kinds of origins gather on a daily basis, and the people we know are of all kinds of races: white, black, Hispanic, Arab, Asian.

Although Asians are few, they are also one of our neighbors.

However, while they might make good neighbors, if asked if I’d consider them a lover—or more bluntly, a s3x partner—I’d probably answer with a firm “no.”

It’s not that Asians are inherently bad or whites are inherently good, but even setting aside racial discrimination, if someone asked me if I wanted to have s3x with them, the answer would be no.

My opinion is probably not in the minority. On the contrary, I think it’s the overwhelming majority.

So, as an American, I can understand how reckless this plan is.

I do have a friend with an Asian partner, but that person was considered quite the oddball among our group.

What I can say for certain is that if he stood on a street corner all day with a sign around his neck, no woman would ever agree to have s3x with him, let alone pay him for it.

 

“You’re out of your mind. Are you seriously trying to fvck a white woman?”

 

My boyfriend Mike isn’t a racist, but he does have the typical American awareness of race.

Whites, Hispanics, blacks, and finally Arabs or Asians.

It was only natural for him to think this way, given Florida’s population ratios.

I hate racial discrimination.

But I don’t want to deny the general values ​​of this country. Everyone unconsciously creates a hierarchy in their heads.

So I don’t blame Mike.

Miami residents would inevitably look at that Japanese man with mocking eyes.

But that doesn’t mean I could just abandon him.

If he continued this doomed project until he starved to death, I’d never be able to sleep properly again. I don’t want his family to think America is a heartless country.

 

“Sorry, but I don’t think this project will work. To be honest, I don’t find you sexually attractive at all.”

 

So I told him that to his face.

I’ve always been the type to hold nothing back, and I figured it was better for him to dislike me than starve to death.

It was 10 PM.

After eating with Mike outside and parting ways in front of his house, I walked around several streets and squares in front of the station, and finally found him in an inconspicuous park.

 

“I think so too,”

 

He said helplessly. He looked quite exhausted, probably because he’d been standing there holding a placard since then.

 

“Is someone making you do this?”

 

“I can’t deny it… probably.”

 

“Even YouTubers have tough workdays, huh?”

 

“Normally, I don’t do stuff like this.”

 

“But you’re carrying that card? Does that mean you usually work in… adult entertainment? You know, like porn actor?”

 

“…Well, maybe something similar.”

 

His English was better than I’d expected. Of course, he wasn’t a native speaker, and there were mistakes in his grammar and pronunciation, but it seemed America wasn’t his first time abroad.

He had a large build, but he didn’t feel intimidating at all. Not exactly stylish-looking, but if I had to compare him to something, it’d be like a lion or tiger kept as a pet.

He looked rough on the outside, but there was something innocent about him. Maybe that’s why, even though we were alone in a park at night, I found myself relaxing my guard around him.

 

“Are you good at s3x?”

 

“I don’t know…”

 

“I don’t know if this is appropriate to ask, but how many people have you slept with?”

 

“Probably… about 500 people.”

 

I thought that was crazy. He was probably exaggerating a lot, but he didn’t look like he’d been through that much. In fact, he looked like he was still a virgin, no matter how you looked at him.

 

“I have a boyfriend, so I can’t help you out, but I can buy you dinner. I can’t take you to a restaurant, but I can buy you fast food.”

 

I made the suggestion, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

It’s not good to be hungry, so I thought that once he was satisfied and could think calmly, I’d propose a new central idea for the project.

 

“Can’t you make money any other way besides s3x? That’s just ridiculous.”

But he rejected my offer outright. Apparently, he had to stick with the original plan no matter what.

At that moment, I realized he wasn’t proposing this stupid plan himself—he was being forced into it by someone else. Anyone could see this scheme was doomed to fail, so the only reason he’d refuse my suggestion was that rejecting it would bring him some kind of harm.

Bullying?

That was the first thing that came to my mind.

Some college friends were bullying him, forcing this Asian guy to become a YouTuber and humiliating him with this public spectacle. They knew perfectly well he’d never get to Maine with this ridiculous plan, yet they still made him wear that sign.

If that’s true, I can’t let this stand.

He must be staying here even after dark because abandoning the project would mean getting hurt.

Should this be allowed?

They’re taking advantage of his timid nature, exploiting his kindness. Later, when they see this video, they’ll probably laugh at it.

 

“How far would you let me go before counting it as s3x? For example, if I do it with my hands and treat you to dinner afterward, would that be safe?”

 

“I-I think that should be fine.”

 

Even I was surprised, but I found myself wanting to cooperate with his plan.

If I could persuade him to abandon this scheme midway, the outcome would likely remain unchanged. The bullying would only intensify, ensuring his continued suffering.

But what if he succeeded?

If he truly reached Maine using only s3x earnings, wouldn’t they have to reassess him?

Even if they didn’t change their views, they’d have to respect him as a badass who pulled off an outrageous plan.

More than saving him from bullying, I simply wanted to make those idiots beyond the camera gag in astonishment.

Such thoughts dominated my mind.

“Take out your p3nis.”

 

Though I knew it was wrong, a sense of righteous anger toward them took precedence.

I would do him a favor and give him enough money to get to Maine.

The plan would be a success. He could get on a bus or train tomorrow and head to his destination.

The masterminds would be stunned by this unexpected turn of events, and they’d think twice before messing with him again.

This is a volunteer job that God gave me. Thinking this, I looked inside his pants.

 

“What… is this…?”

 

When I saw his exposed p3nis, my eyes opened wide.

All Asian penises are small.

That’s what I’d been told beforehand. Not from personal experience, but from a friend who had an Asian boyfriend.

But regardless of that information, I couldn’t even move a muscle.

Because the Japanese p3nis in front of him was the biggest I’d ever seen.

 

“I’ve never seen anything this… impressive.”

 

Mike was by no means small. In fact, it was bigger than any of the boyfriends I’d had up until then.

But this man’s c0ck left Mike’s in the dust, hanging proudly between his legs.

Both the girth and length were utterly astonishing.

The shaft and scrotum were both heavy, making me wonder what exactly he was storing in there. The entire p3nis was overwhelmingly robust. Whether I was a woman or he was a man made no difference—it was only natural that I was captivated by its overwhelming presence.

 

“Well, he’s a porn actor, after all. It’s only natural that it’s bigger than Mike’s…”

 

His p3nis is impressive because he’s a porn actor.

I repeated this mantra to myself, deliberately ignoring the overwhelming sight before me.

Not all porn actors are this extraordinary. Moreover, his member possessed something beyond mere physical robustness—something that made it impossible to look away.

When I realized I’d been staring at his lower body in silence for several seconds, I understood I’d been entranced by his c0ck.

 

“Sorry, but you’ll have to settle with just my hand. If I did it with something like this, I’d definitely lose my mind.”

 

Let’s get this over with quickly. I told myself, yet against my will, my heart began racing faster.

Is it okay to touch this?

If I do this and he does push me down, I won’t be able to complain later, right?

I have a boyfriend. We’re even considering marriage.

Even though I know that, I kneel on the ground of my own volition and bring my face close to his p3nis.

 

(…The smell is… overwhelming…)

 

It’s not even erect yet, but his member reeks intensely.

A masculine stench of sweat and raw maleness.

The smell made me frown, but I couldn’t take my face off his p3nis.

I was chained by the smell and couldn’t move. It was the first time I’d ever experienced it, but that was the only way I could describe it.

It’s certainly not a pleasant smell, but I can’t help but bury my face in it and smell it for a long time.

 

“Let me make this clear, I never do this with anyone except my boyfriend.”

 

I’m not some cheap slut.

If I didn’t say that, I wouldn’t be able to explain what I was about to do.

Touching another man’s p3nis besides my boyfriend’s? I’ll regret this bitterly, but stopping now would be rude—something I can’t do.

If his p3nis were smaller than Mike’s, I wouldn’t be regretting this now.

But his p3nis was clearly superior to Mike’s. Not only did it surpass him, but it was at a level that leisurely showed off the difference in his male strength.

I was supposed to be just a volunteer, but I could feel my heart pounding so hard it might burst.

Even though I’m not a virgin, my heart was pounding at the sight of his p3nis, as if I was seeing it for the first time.

If I touch it, won’t there be no going back?

Even as I told myself this, my feminine instincts kept urging me to touch his member.

Touching it with my hands isn’t cheating.

I had justification. The justification for saving him from that ridiculous scheme.

So this is a separate act from that.

Really, if I’d given him money, none of this would have been necessary. But he stubbornly refused, leaving me no choice.

Since we were being filmed, he couldn’t complete his project without some kind of s3x-related content.

All I had to do was make him ejaculate with my hands.

That’s all there was to it. If that were all, God would never curse me as an unfaithful woman.

So I slowly reached toward his crotch and began stroking his solid p3nis.

His p3nis was solid and heavy.

Unbelievably thick and boasting a length I’d never seen before.

At first, the long shaft was springy, but as I ran my palm over its surface, it gradually regained its manly hardness.

Such hardness, such heat.

I was too embarrassed to look at his face.

But that would be rude, so I decided to lift my head.

And naturally, the most powerful p3nis I’d ever seen appeared before my eyes.

The erect Japanese p3nis was unbelievably massive and robust.

His extremely long shaft curved back like a Japanese sword, pointing high into the sky. It was as thick as a log. With his glans so exposed, it overwhelmed me just looking at it. The size of the dangling ball, its weight, everything about it was different from that of a white man.

If I had to describe it, it was like a strong, wild p3nis.

It was not the p3nis of a small animal or a herbivore, but of a wild beast that preferred to eat meat. Until a moment ago, he had seemed such a gentle boy, with an unremarkable appearance, but the moment I saw his p3nis, my impression of him changed completely.

His gentle personality probably remained the same.

But the moment I saw his p3nis, I felt like I understood what kind of s3x he likes.

He was undeniably a true male specimen.

 

“Do all Japanese men have penises this big?”

 

As I stroked his p3nis, I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from the formidable object between his legs. It was truly as hard as stone. Though grotesque by all accounts, why couldn’t I look away from this c0ck?

 

“I-I don’t know, but I think I’m the biggest around my group.”

 

“Y-yeah, you’re right. If all Japanese men were like this, I’d never be able to look at them in the face again.”

 

If this is the average for Japanese men, then they have already taken over this country.

If all Asian men had penises like this, I’d start looking at all the Asian boys I’d rejected in the past with these eyes too.

 

“…To be honest, I want to put it in my mouth. Can I give you a blowjob?”

 

There was no point in hiding my feelings anymore.

I was utterly mesmerized by his p3nis.

Even though we’re not lovers, I want to put it in my mouth.

 

“O-okay… I want you to take my d1ck in your mouth, Eva.”

 

His permission makes my entire face burn with heat.

But when he said I could suck it, I hesitated.

Will such a big thing fit?

Will we really just end with a blow job?

I continued asking myself this circular question, and eventually, unconsciously, I imagined myself having s3x with him, and I was startled.

I want to have s3x with him.

I want this monstrous p3nis to be inside me, stirring up depths Mike himself has never reached.

When I realize this, I understand there’s no point in hesitating anymore.

 

“E-Eva—”

 

I slowly took his huge thing into my mouth, little by little.

Just taking it in my mouth hurts.

The size alone is overwhelming enough, but its hardness is so extreme there’s no escape from the pressure.

On top of that, the smell was terrible, and I found myself feeling a strange heat in the depths of my stomach as the stench pierced my nostrils.

It was unbelievably big.

Moreover, its shape and hardness were unnaturally formidable.

 

(Nngh…)

 

Still, the reality of having his p3nis in my mouth gradually acclimated me to the overwhelming pressure.

One millimeter, two millimeters, three millimeters… I gradually increased the depth of my strokes until I reached what could be called a blow job.

 

“Still not coming?”

 

Even when I used saliva to make wet sounds during the blow job, he showed no signs of climaxing.

I wanted him to finish quickly and be done with it, but the act of sucking on a Japanese YouTuber’s c0ck seemed to have no end in sight.

If possible, I wanted this to be over sooner.

People might come here too. This is Miami. If my friends saw me, I wouldn’t know what to say to Mike.

 

“…Alright then. I think I should hurry up and finish this, too.”

 

My face was red, but I decided to throw away my shame.

If I wanted to make him cum, a simple blow job wouldn’t suffice.

 

“I haven’t even done it once with Mike yet. I hope this makes your d1ck feel good.”

 

I thought I was crazy, but I took off my shirt and bra in the park at night and exposed my upper body. Then, with my br3asts now completely exposed, I squeezed his strong thing between my tits.

The moment I did, searing heat assaulted both sides of my b00bs, nearly making me swoon.

This direct contact with his p3nis cruelly forced me to confront how utterly abnormal his thing was.

 

“E-Eva…”

 

As I vigorously shook my b00bs up and down, my Japanese lover’s face contorted into a look of pure ecstasy. For some reason, this made me happy, and I redoubled my efforts to keep squeezing his c0ck between my br3asts.

 

(My n1pples… they’re getting rubbed…)

 

His hips were grinding against my n1pples. At first, it was accidental, but the sensation was so indescribably pleasurable that I found myself deliberately rubbing my n1pples against him in the latter half. My entire chest felt numb, and I couldn’t tell if my n1pples were erect or not.

 

“Eva! Mou deru!” (I’m Cumming)

 

He shouted something in Japanese. Sensing his urgency, I took his glans into my mouth without hesitation.

Finally, he came.

The thick reservoir of his balls was about to release its contents through the slit before me.

Then swallowing it all is just proper adult etiquette, I thought as I caught the bullet-like spurts of semen in my mouth.

 

“Hmm–!!”

 

(What… this amount–)

His sperm, which I received in the back of my throat, was far more violent than I’d imagined, and he poured a tremendous amount into my stomach.

Each cumshot was as intense as a bullet.

And it wasn’t over after once or twice—his vigorous ejaculations kept assaulting my throat again and again.

Is this really a cumshot? There’s no way I can drink all this.

Thinking like that, with tears in my eyes, I somehow managed to receive his sperm.

With my mouth overflowing with his seed, I regretted not letting it splash across my face and chest instead. After all, that would be him marking me—proof of my belonging to him.

 

(I… want him to mark me…)

 

By the time I realized it, it was already too late.

I stood before him, pants and underwear lowered, my heated pvssy exposed. My hands gripped the streetlight pole as I thrust my ass out, offering myself completely.

 

“I want your d1ck inside me. Use that unbelievably sturdy thing of yours to stir up my deepest depths.”

 

That was undeniably my true desire at that moment.

Even though I had Mike. Even though I didn’t even think I liked him. After he poured his sperm into my mouth, it seemed natural to do so.

 

(Why is he still so… vigorous?)

 

I thought, gazing at his erect c0ck that remained stiff even after ejaculation.

This was the primal instinct of a female.

When a strong male approaches you, you’ll eventually surrender your body.

Even if he’s Asian.

No, precisely because he’s Asian – I want to be violated by those vigorous genes foreign to my own kind.

 

(I… I’m going to have s3x with him.)

 

As his bare p3nis pressed against my entrance, the realization finally hit me.

The erect shaft stood defiant, its grotesquely robust glans at the tip. As the hardened end kissed my labia, I realized that he also wanted to have s3x with me.

Of course. He’d come to America for one reason—to fvck. I was the one who’d approached that YouTuber waving his obscene sign. Naturally, he assumed we’d be having s3x.

There was no question of using a condom. The very atmosphere ruled it out. For the first time in my life, I felt raw c0ck against my inner lips, and as a woman, I couldn’t help but sense impending danger.

At this rate, he’d be inside me.

Was I going to let this happen?

The question seemed absurd, given I’d been the one to seduce him.

I was the one who’d made his c0ck this desperate.

I was the one who jerked him off with my hand, squeezed his c0ck between my br3asts, and even gave him a blow job.

To top it all off, I’m the one who stripped off my panties and thrust my ass at him.

There’s no excuse for this.

I’m the one who wants to fvck him.

At first, I approached him thinking it was just a volunteer gig, but that excuse doesn’t hold water anymore.

I’m dripping wet with his glans pressed against me. No matter what excuse I try, there’s no denying I’m in heat for him.

Maybe I’ve wanted to fvck him since I first approached him. Or maybe even since I first saw him wearing that protest sign. Maybe I’ve been subconsciously craving him all along.

I never thought this kind of thing would happen to an Asian man, but this situation can’t be explained any other way.

I mean, no matter how kind-hearted you are, why would you approach a stranger at this hour?

Even though I could have been forcibly abducted and raped, the fact that I approached a member of the opposite s3x holding such an obvious sign was abnormal.

So now, I have to confess everything.

 

[If I’m “good,” please give me money for my trip according to how good it is.]

 

When I saw him standing in the street with that signboard, I unconsciously imagined myself having s3x with him.

What his p3nis would look like, how the s3x would feel, and how he’d treat women. If I hadn’t been imagining these things, I wouldn’t have approached him alone like this.

Of course, it was unconscious at the time, but looking back now, there’s no other explanation for my reckless behavior.

– Could it be that he’s amazing?

I thought this without any basis whatsoever.

I had no interest in Asians at all, but I couldn’t get his simple appearance out of my head.

I began indulging in wild fantasies – imagining that beneath his gentle-looking face, there must be something truly remarkable hidden in his underwear.

But as it turned out, these weren’t just fantasies.

His p3nis proved even more impressive than my wildest imagination. It was so overwhelming that the claim of having slept with 500 people suddenly made perfect sense.

Without fear of misunderstanding, I must say it was the ideal male organ for me.

If I didn’t have a boyfriend right now and someone asked what kind of p3nis I’d want to have s3x with, I’d probably picture this exact one.

That kind of p3nis—that Japanese man possessed it. And now he was positioning it against my pvssy, attempting to thrust it inside.

Do you think I could refuse?

I shouted these questions to myself in my head, and accepted his raw movements of sinking his p3nis without resistance.

 

“Ahhh♡ , it’s going in!”

 

His formidable erection ruthlessly forced open my entrance, invading my depths.

The impossibly thick glans tore through me, plunging deep into my core.

Unlike Mike’s, this girth stretched me to my limits, its massive head proclaiming its refusal to be easily withdrawn.

It’s big. Too big.

And what kind of shape is this? This rigid, curved shaft scraping against the roof of my pvssy—

 

(I can’t believe this…)

 

Everything about this p3nis differed from Mike’s.

Overwhelmingly masculine.

As a man, it’s out of the ordinary.

This is an Asian p3nis, a Japanese p3nis.

 

“Ahh!!”

 

Soon, his mercilessly vigorous pistoning began. His balls slammed against me with hammer-like force, his thick, log-like shaft stretching me open. Most cruelly of all, his engorged glans—like a weapon—mercilessly scratched at sensitive spots I didn’t even know I had.

 

“Ahh! What is this?!”

 

There’s no way I could resist.

Even when he shamelessly groped my br3asts from behind, his monstrous c0ck made me forget everything.

To be fucked by something like this. To be defiled by an Asian boy. After this kind of s3x, anyone would go insane.

 

“Ahh! This p3nis is incredible♡♡”

 

I no longer felt the need to hide how amazing he was.

His p3nis felt so much better than Mike’s, and I could only unconsciously shake my chest and ass.

There was no way I could resist.

How could any woman resist with such an overwhelming p3nis inside her?

 

“Ahh! I’ve never experienced this before! Is this what a porn actor’s p3nis feels like?!”

 

I’d never been with a porn actor, but his p3nis and hip movements were overwhelming. The sheer size of his member went without saying. But it wasn’t just the size – it moved with a mocking precision, rubbing against every single one of my most sensitive spots. There was no time to catch my breath, no time to think. All that remained was the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that consumed my entire body.

How foolish I’d been to doubt he was a porn actor. Even realizing it after we’d started made no difference. How could an amateur like me possibly compete with a professional’s s3x skills?

 

“Aah! What kind of s3x is this?! Is professional s3x really this different from regular s3x?!”

 

I could only endure his relentless thrusts. Even that was barely enough to keep me conscious. The pleasure he delivered with his p3nis was so otherworldly, the difference in skill was like that between an adult and a child.

There was no way to win against this incredible s3x. It was so good, it defied comprehension.

 

“Ahh! I can’t take it anymore! There’s no way I won’t come from this kind of s3x! Sorry, but I’m going to cum as much as I want with your p3nis!”

 

I gave up and put both hands on the pole and focused on his p3nis. I want to cum as much as I can with this p3nis. Maybe he understood my feelings, because the Japanese man stepped up his s3x game even further,

 

“Ah! No! There’s more?! Aaah—this is impossible! When that monstrous c0ck hits my deepest spot, I’ll cum so hard my mind will go blank!!”

 

The pistons slammed into me, and the ridge mercilessly dug into my depths. I was helpless in that hell of pleasure,

 

“Oh I’m cumming♡♡ My pvssy is going to cum from your big Jap d1ck♡♡ I’M CUMMING!!”

 

I screamed a slang word I would never normally use, and was hit by an orgasm so intense I nearly fainted.

This wasn’t just an orgasm—it was a dimension-shattering climax. The shock was enough to make consciousness flicker. His robust p3nis seized every erogenous zone, scraping raw the very roots of pleasure. The sheer size of his member impaling me stole every shred of feminine dignity. It was all I needed. This Japanese c0ck possessed undeniable persuasive power.

 

“Ah! It’s still going?!”

 

But at this point, he hadn’t even ejaculated. The s3x that continued as if it were natural took away all my freedom, stripping me of all mental and physical freedom.

 

“Ahh! It’s amazing♡ Japanese penises are amazing♡”

 

A raw p3nis that I’d never experienced even with Mike. I made all my sounds on my own. His p3nis and glans felt so good that I became a farm animal that only offered my pvssy to him.

 

“Ahh!! It’s amazing♡♡ Japanese s3x is the best in the world♡♡”

 

I meant every word. This really is the most incredible s3x in the world. It’s completely different from white men. It’s god-like Japanese c0ck combined with god-like technique.

If he uses his hips in such an amazing way to stir up your insides, you’ll definitely not be able to think about anything else.

 

“Ohhh♡ I’m cumming again♡♡ It feels so good I can’t stop cumming♡♡”

 

His pistoning doesn’t falter for a moment.

His unbelievably hard ridge scratches the deepest part of me, taking away my control with just his c0ck. I no longer feel like hiding the fact that I’m cumming. Even though it’s not Mike, I can’t get away from his p3nis.

 

“Come inside meee!! Pour your sperm into my womb!!”

 

Eventually, I accepted without resistance his words to “release it inside.”

After coming this far, after doing such an amazing thing, there’s no way he do anything but cum inside.

 

“Ohhh!! He’s cumming♡♡♡”

 

In that instant, an even greater volume than before flooded my uterus. His overbearing c0ck unleashed its excessive seed, filling up the small chamber deep inside my pvssy.

There’s no way I can escape.

Trapped by his hook-like member, I became nothing but a defenseless tank, forced to receive his ejaculation.

Naturally, I climaxed.

Because there’s no way a woman wouldn’t climax when her uterus is slammed with a bullet-like cumshot.

 

“Ahh… Japanese semen is coming out…”

 

I have to completely rewrite my perception of Asians.

In terms of s3x, Asians are like gods. Even if my lover is white, my s3x partner is Asian. It’s a strange feeling that such an option even exists.

 

“…It was amazing. I feel bad for Mike, but this was far the best s3x I’ve ever had.”

 

Those were my true feelings.

Even I think it’s strange to have s3x with someone whose name I don’t know, but no one can deny how incredible his s3x was.

 

“If you’d like, would you let me treat you to dinner? My apartment is nearby, so we could rest there for a bit.”

 

And within me, there was a growing desire not to part with him yet.

He’d fucked me with that kind of c0ck. I thought it was only natural for a woman to react this way.

 

“Ahh♡♡ You’re amazing after all♡♡”

 

Even back at the apartment, he kept thrusting mercilessly into me.

Naked on the bed, I took the top position this time, him beneath me. Rodeo Style is supposed to give women control, but with him, that was never happening. Each time that unbelievably sturdy Japanese c0ck plunged deep inside me, I moan so hard it felt like my breath would escape through the top of my head.

 

“Eva, it feels good!”

 

“Me too!! This is the best s3x I’ve ever had!!”

 

My br3asts, n1pples fully exposed, bounced violently as I focused solely on his c0ck.

I couldn’t think of anything else but his c0ck.

I’m sorry, Mike, but once I’m done having s3x with him, I’ll forget about him. So just for tonight, please give me the right to offer my pvssy to this most pleasurable p3nis in the world.

 

“I love you, Eva!”

 

“I love you, too! I love your p3nis more than anything in the world!! Ahh! I’m cumming again!!”

 

I no longer had any hesitation in entangling my tongue with his or letting him cum inside me.

Because while we were having s3x, there’s no doubt that I was in love with his p3nis.

Because I couldn’t think of anything else but his p3nis.

Still, this is just for one night.

It was just a physical relationship, a collaboration for a YouTuber project.

That’s what I told myself, but honestly, when I whispered “I love you” to him as we kissed in the missionary position after he’d cummed inside me for the 15th time at dawn, I wasn’t sure it was just a one-night stand.

And the next day…

 

“I don’t think this amount matches what you gave me last night, but it’s all I can muster right now. Truth is, paying this will leave me without tomorrow’s living expenses, but I’ll manage by borrowing from friends.”

 

I had given him all the money in my bank account.

The total was $3,450 – every last cent of my immediate living expenses and emergency savings.

–If he were “good,” I would pay him according to how good he was.

By that measure, even a million dollars wouldn’t have been enough.

Last night’s encounter had been otherworldly s3x – the kind that might never happen again in a lifetime.

While he climaxed twenty times, I must have peaked over two hundred.

That was the kind of s3x I’d never experienced before.

If they demanded money commensurate with that experience, even my entire savings wouldn’t begin to cover it.

 

“Normally, I’d want to pay twenty times this amount. You were worth that much last night. But I can’t borrow that kind of money, so please forgive me for this smaller sum. If it’s not enough, I’ll transfer more later. You can contact me anytime at this number.”

 

If it’s not enough, I’ll pay later.

To claim I had no intention of using that excuse to get him to fvck me again would be a lie.

I have Mike now, so I should only think about him. But every time I remember last night with him, it feels unnatural not to want more.

His s3x was truly godlike.

In this act that transcends even love, all a woman can do is accept it.

No, not just accept—it’s about waiting.

For him to choose me.

For this Japanese young man to choose my pvssy with his c0ck.

 

“It was a really amazing experience. I never thought I’d come that much with a Japanese guy. It’s a little embarrassing, but if you watch the video from last night, you’ll understand how amazing he is. That Japanese s3x is definitely the best in the world.”

 

With nothing left to hide, I confess my genuine feelings from last night.

Not only to him, but also to the small camera hanging around his neck, I passionately explain how remarkable he was, gesturing wildly to emphasize my points.

He kept the camera running even after I stripped naked, so last night’s footage must have captured everything. But there was no point in dwelling on that now.

In fact, I wanted to revisit the raw footage of myself indulging in heaven-like s3x in my natural state. The shamelessness of it all…

 

“If you ever run a similar project in Miami again, call this number immediately. If it’s him, I don’t mind debuting in porn. Even yesterday’s footage—though embarrassing—is yours to use freely for his sake.”

 

I don’t mind if the video of me having s3x with him is distributed all over the world.

That was my genuine feeling. Being watched during s3x is humiliating, but if it’s the world’s best s3x, I thought it was our duty as humans—and as women—to share it with the world.

 

“I love you, Daisuke. Your s3x was amazing.”

 

Though slightly annoyed by the incoming call on my phone, I told him how I truly felt.

Even if I never see him again in this life, he’ll always be a special man to me.

If he can understand that, then it will have been worth cooperating with this unknown YouTuber’s project.

Well, even if he doesn’t understand, just having experienced that kind of s3x with him makes me feel incredibly fortunate.