Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 1.6 Epilogue

“Speaking of which, I haven’t seen that idiot YouTuber today.”

After parting ways with Daisuke, Mike and I were walking through the streets when the topic of him came up.

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

That’s the ridiculous sign he was wearing. Mike looked down on him completely. It wasn’t just Mike, either—most Americans probably felt the same way. I didn’t bother to point it out.

But inside, I quietly protested: He was quite impressive, you know.

“Probably gave up and went home. Monkeys should stay put on their island.”

His nasty tone made even me a bit angry. I know this country has racial discrimination. But calling someone a monkey is just unacceptable.

“Maybe someone did show up, and they managed to record a video?”

“Him? That’s impossible.”

My counterattack only earned a dismissive chuckle from Mike.

Apparently, he didn’t entertain even the slightest possibility that the man had achieved what was written on that placard.

“You never know? Maybe he’s a famous porn actor with incredible skills?”

I maintained my innocent demeanor, using general arguments to tease Mike.

Of course, I kept secret the fact that I’d actually had s3x with him and experienced those “incredible skills” firsthand.

“That’s ridiculous. All Japs have tiny dicks anyway.”

Seeing Mike’s immovable stance, I gave up on further criticizing him. He’s generally a good boyfriend, but when it comes to race issues, he’s not exactly liberal.

I’m Mike’s girlfriend.

I have no intention of betraying him.

Last night, his p3nis ravaged me mercilessly, but that doesn’t mean I’ll abandon Mike or chase him to Maine, his destination.

But if I had s3x with Mike tonight, would I be able to avoid remembering the time we had s3x?

No, probably not.

I’ll inevitably recall that impossibly thick c0ck, its unbelievable hardness, the forceful thrusts of his hips—everything will make me compare him to the other.

This is inevitable now that I’ve slept with him.

After all, he’s just too formidable.

He knows women too well.

His s3x is simply otherworldly.

So I can’t help but remember the night I spent with him.

I’m not saying I don’t wish to repeat it, though that’s just a fantasy.

But if, by some chance, he were to contact me, I doubt I’d have the resolve to refuse his invitation.

No, really, I’m certain about this.

If he contacts me, even if I have plans with Mike, I’ll cancel everything and surrender myself to the night with him.

I love you, Daisuke.

I am not lying when I say that.

When I consider that his s3x is part of him, I have to say I love him.

Because when I had s3x with him, I was by far the happiest I had ever been in my life.

Because having s3x with him made me feel that my life had meaning.

So I will continue this unrequited love.

Even if I continue to date Mike and even if we end up getting married, I will remember the s3x we had at night after we finish. If it were him, it would have lasted another six hours.

“It’s hard to believe, isn’t it? There are even women in this world who date Asian men?”

He’s probably talking about my friend Kate. She’s been seeing a Chinese guy for six months now.

“Really? I like having s3x with Japanese people too.”

“Huh?”

I deliberately spoke in a voice that hovered between audible and inaudible as we melted into the crowd. As expected, Mike froze in confusion, his eyebrows furrowing at words he never thought I’d utter.

“Anyway, let’s go to the movies early. Oh, I haven’t had any money for a while, so you’re paying for the tickets today.”

“What? Uh… right…”

I take Mike’s arm, who looks confused, and we start walking towards the movie theater. Mike probably thinks he misheard. He knows that all my ex-boyfriends were white. Otherwise, it would look like I had s3x with a Japanese person.

“But Eva, didn’t you have savings?”

“I lent it to a friend in need. When friends are in trouble, we help each other, right?”

“Well… I suppose so.”

Mike is a fairly straightforward person, so he believes the lie I blurted out.

If he found out that I had s3x with that Japanese YouTuber and gave him all my savings as compensation, he’d probably be furious. But if I don’t say anything, it’s like a flower that remains unspoken.

My relationship with Mike will continue, and I’ll probably be reasonably happy with that.

But if last night’s intense s3x resulted in his baby growing in my womb, I’d have no choice but to apologize to Mike.

That’s probably something only God knows.

The only ones aware of last night’s passionate encounter are me, him, God, and…

…probably the YouTube viewers.