Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 1

What would my parents think if I told them their son had become a YouTuber?

It’s their son speaking – the one who graduated from university without securing a proper job, living day-to-day. They’d undoubtedly tell me to stop this escapist nonsense.

Sakagami Daisuke, 24 years old.

Work. s3x.

If I presented that as my profile, almost everyone would think I’m crazy.

But in reality, my work was s3x. I earned daily cash by having intercourse with white women (mostly beauties or those with large br3asts, or both) arranged by a girl named Sarah Anderson.

Some days I’d exceed five partners. After engaging in raw, unprotected s3x with a decent number of women, I’d receive about 3,000 yen per person through Sarah’s arrangements.

I don’t know what percentage of the total earnings I get, but considering I can have s3x with white women and get paid for it, I’d say I’m living in a pretty fortunate situation.

But if you ask me whether I could tell my parents about this job, the answer would be an absolute no.

By the way, given this lifestyle, it’s inevitable that I’d impregnate women. At twenty-four, I already have nearly twenty children I’m aware of.

I’m not the “father” to all of them, but if I believe that there is at least one white woman who got pregnant with me and didn’t give birth, then that means I have nearly 100 children.

From the perspective of the instinct to reproduce, it’s great.

From any other societal perspective, it’s horrible.

Despite living like this, I’ve never been stabbed.

The women don’t love me—they love my s3x. So it’s inevitable that there’s no emotional baggage in our relationships.

According to Sarah, my male organ is slightly more robust than the average man’s, and I’m slightly better at s3x.

The “slightly” in question is apparently enough to make a living from it.

Although I am still skeptical about my own s3x life, I am grateful that I can earn an average of nearly 10,000 yen a day.

I failed every job I tried to get before graduating from university, and was headed straight for a life of part-time work.

It was only through Sarah’s intervention that I secured this job, so gratitude should be my only response, not skepticism.

However, explaining how this led to a career as a YouTuber, a thoroughly modern profession, requires some detailed explanation.

Unfortunately, even I can’t provide those details. After all, I was thrust into this absurd situation entirely through someone else’s will.

“Why is this happening to me…?”

I’m standing at the entrance of Miami International Airport in Miami, Florida.

Speaking of Florida, anyone with some knowledge of American geography will know that it is a tropical state. Famous beaches include Miami Beach and Siesta Key Beach. Although they are not equal, it is easier to understand if I say that the climate is about the same as Okinawa Prefecture in terms of latitude.

It’s June.

Compared to Tokyo at the same time of year, it feels steamy and humid.

Sweating profusely, I stand alone on the airport grounds holding a cardboard sign.

[I’m traveling toward the state of Maine. If you think I’m good, please support my journey with funds that match that goodness. Items necessary for travel are also welcome.]

The sign bears this message in English. The “if you feel like it” part is deliberately vague, but that’s essentially what it means.

Below it was the QR code for a YouTube channel that Sarah had created without my permission. Just by glancing at the sign, anyone could tell I was a Japanese “YouTuber.”

That said, I hadn’t become a YouTuber by choice, but rather someone who’d been thrust into that role against my will.

Around noon yesterday, I was taken to Miami International Airport with my passport, having been given almost no explanation.

The entire trip, including layovers, took nearly sixteen hours. With a thirteen-hour time difference between Japan and Miami, it felt like I’d only been gone three hours from Japan (it was still afternoon here). But the jet lag, the difference in temperature and humidity, the variations in sky color and cloud patterns, and the fact that I was surrounded by foreigners—including white people—for the first time in ages all combined to make this reality feel surreal.

Three years ago, during my journey, I hitchhiked across the vast expanse of America from Los Angeles to the east. However, for some reason, I ended up boarding an international flight to Costa Rica midway through, so I never reached the East Coast.

Florida’s tropical climate and distinct landscape set it apart. Palm trees line the streets like ordinary street trees, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of Central America. Miami, being a resort town, gives the impression that the foreigners walking its streets (including myself) are unusually affluent. It’s completely different from the central states I visited earlier. Only now do I truly grasp that American states aren’t like Japanese prefectures—they’re more like separate countries with their own laws and cultures.

In this foreign land, my journey begins anew.

Last time, I set out of my own will, but this time is different. As part of a sudden YouTube project, I’m heading to Maine—a state I’d never even heard of before.

Let me summarize the purpose and content of this trip.

My purpose is to head to Maine from Miami, Florida.

As you can see on the map, Maine is a state that borders Canada and is located at the northernmost and easternmost point of the eastern coast of the United States.

I’m free to choose how I get there.

I could hitchhike like last time, or even take a taxi if I wanted.

However, air and sea travel are forbidden. I must travel entirely by land, passing through every state between Florida and Maine.

The states from Florida to Maine include Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Virginia, Maryland, Delaware, New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, and New Hampshire.

To be honest, some of these states I’d never even heard of before, while others, like New York, are known to everyone. Considering the presence of the capital, Washington D.C., and the economic hub New York, along with the fact that American exploration began on the East Coast, it makes sense to think of the eastern states as the main part of the United States.

In that sense, you could say this journey is about retrieving what I left behind three years ago. But the important thing is how severe the conditions of that trip were.

The rules for this journey are written on the back of the placard in Japanese that only I can understand.

1. 1. The funds for this journey can only be obtained through s3x. All other forms of labor or donations are strictly prohibited.

 

1. 1. The money earned from s3x will be freely set by the female participant, with one-tenth of that amount contributing to the travel funds. Compensation in goods instead of cash is also permitted, but the subsequent sale of those goods is forbidden.

 

1. 1. s3x is limited to one occurrence per state. Group activities involving multiple participants will still count as a single instance.

 

1. 1. Only land routes may be used to reach the destination state of Maine.

 

1. 1. The entire journey will be filmed continuously, with daily compilations uploaded to YouTube the next day.

What do you think, guys?

Could anyone possibly complete this journey under these rules?

Firstly, the requirement that travel funds can only be earned through s3x is utterly absurd.

In Japan, I make a living from s3x, but there’s no guarantee I could do the same in America. Moreover, all my partners in Japan were brought to me by Sarah. I’ve never once approached anyone myself and succeeded.

A white woman and a Japanese man.

Normally, I’d be the one paying for s3x. Even then, I’m rejected nearly 100% of the time. Yet now I’m supposed to reverse that dynamic.

What’s truly monstrous is the travel funding—just one-tenth of what I get from women. It’s utterly impossible.

In Japan, I earn 3,000 yen per s3x act. I don’t know how much of that is overhead, but let’s assume Sarah and I split it evenly, making 6,000 yen total. One-tenth of that means I have to continue my journey with less than 6 dollars each time.

And this “job” is only available once per state.

This means I can’t even manage one proper meal a day.

To make matters worse, I can only earn 600 yen per state. In this state of extreme poverty, I have to keep pushing northward without pause.

I’d be fine if hitchhikers picked me up every time, but if they don’t, I’ll have to go without food or drink for that period.

I’m starting my journey with absolutely zero capital.

I think even someone who’s never left their home country could understand how brutal that is.

Incidentally, I’m wearing one of those small cameras YouTubers often use around my neck.

The plan is to edit footage from this thing and upload daily videos, but whether there’s any real demand for this kind of content remains a complete mystery.

There’s supposed to be a supervisor monitoring me, guaranteeing my safety during the trip, but that just creates anxiety about who might be watching me at any given moment.

It is questionable whether the trip can survive with a project that seems like something a low-tier YouTuber would undertake.

Normally, projects like this would provide travel funding based on video views, but this time there’s no such support. I need to earn all the funds for my trip myself.

I’m certain it’s impossible, but since I’m completely broke, I don’t even have money for the return trip. I truly can’t go back to Japan until I reach Maine or at least earn enough for an air ticket home.

Amanda and Liz told me they would kill me if I didn’t come back soon, but I have no idea when I’ll be returning home.

“Good luck.”

“Do your best.”

Passing foreigners offer various words of encouragement, but every single one is mockery.

It’s obvious at a glance that I’m a YouTuber, and those who read the placard out of curiosity immediately understand the purpose of this trip.

As expected, being the country where YouTube was born, they are tolerant of the existence of YouTubers.

But the moment they grasp the content of my channel, their faces twist into expressions that scream, “You’re Japanese? Are you out of your mind?”

Some even provoke me with blatant slurs. Though I can’t make out the exact words, I get the distinct impression they’re telling me to “Go back to the monkey cage.”

It’s been a while since I’ve experienced such blatant discrimination. Amidst the flow of white, black, Hispanic, and various other people, I’m suddenly acutely aware of the reality that Asians occupy the lowest rung in this social hierarchy.

Around me are foreigners like Ena, Liz, Amanda, Katherine, Emilia, and Ms. Diana, who treat me with kindness. But this only holds true for those who know me well. When I’m traveling, I’m judged purely as an Asian – lumped together in that broad category.

I like traveling the world, but I think that the natural racism that is inevitable when traveling in Western countries is something I just can’t accept. Of course, there are plenty of people who are friendly to people like me.

“Not a single one…”

I stood all day with a sign around my neck, but not a single woman was willing enough to have s3x with me and pay for it afterward.

In this country, the very act of “waiting” for someone’s to take action is considered improper.

If you want something done, you’re expected to approach first—it’s simply part of the culture. But when I stand there with a sign saying “I’m a YouTuber,” not a single person shows any interest.

That said, if I were to approach women one by one and subtly ask them to have s3x with me for money, I’d really get the police called on me.

I hate to say it, but I’m not an Anglo-Saxon white person. I’m an Asian who can barely speak English. The chances of getting reported to the police skyrocket. In fact, just carrying this sign around has made me change locations five times already, with police officers glancing our way repeatedly.

“Are you a YouTuber?”

When people approach me like this, they’re either genuinely kind or criminals after my belongings.

As I sat slumped under a streetlight, a woman approached me. When I looked up at her clear voice – somewhere between alto and soprano – I saw a pure-white woman about college age peering down at me.

She was undeniably stunningly beautiful.

Her hair was a smooth, semi-long blonde, and her eyes were blue.

Dressed in a black tank top and skinny jeans appropriate for a tropical climate, she wore light clothing that revealed the characteristic full, pale cleavage of a Caucasian beauty.

Her face was not at all coarse, but rather clean and refined. Among white women, there are those who appeal to Japanese men and those who don’t, but this girl was undoubtedly the former.

Not all Americans are as beautiful as her. But the fact that such a class of beauty can exist among ordinary people is what makes this country, and the Western world in general, truly remarkable. With that face and figure, if she were Japanese, she’d undoubtedly become a celebrity.

Obviously, a beauty like that wouldn’t approach me just to have s3x.

As mentioned earlier, this girl approached me to offer helpful advice. It was a kind of blunt hospitality unique to Christian societies—she spoke her mind without mincing words.

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

Her words stung like a knife, but I knew it came from genuine concern. Her gaze remained steady, and I could tell she was offering advice to a pitiful YouTuber in earnest.

There wasn’t a trace of mockery in her words or gestures. Yet that very sincerity made it cruel in its own way. For a Japanese man to travel through America on s3x alone? It’s reckless. If you were a muscular, handsome white man, I’d understand. She didn’t say those exact words, but the meaning was clear. With that American-style frankness, she had already rejected the purpose of this journey.

But just because of that doesn’t mean I can quit immediately. My return travel expenses are currently zero, and I don’t know what the founder, Sarah, would say if I quit this early. She might even tell me to go do the same project in freezing Siberia.

“I think so, too.”

There’s no reason to deny my lack of success now. Standing here with a placard around my neck, there’s no way anyone will have s3x with me.

“Is someone making you do this?”

“I can’t deny that… I guess.” 

“It must be hard to be a YouTuber as a job.”

“I don’t usually do this kind of thing.”

“If you’re holding a sign like that, does that mean you’re doing that kind of work? Um, like a porn actor.”

“…Well, maybe something similar.”

After spending nearly three years with foreign women, I’ve managed to pick up enough English to handle these kinds of conversations.

That said, my interpretation of her words was just my own translation, and I couldn’t be sure if that’s exactly what she meant. From her perspective, my English probably sounded like “Wataki, hatara, shainai, fudan” – just broken fragments of a language.

“Are you good at s3x?”

“I don’t know…”

“I don’t know why I’m asking this, but how many people have you slept with?”

“Probably… about 500, I think.”

She said, “That’s crazy,” she said with a wry smile. Well, I doubt she believed me anyway, but even this was a big understatement. I haven’t kept careful count, I didn’t count, I’d guess I’ve slept with around 2000 people.

“I have a boyfriend, so I can’t help you in that way, but I could treat you to dinner. Not a restaurant, but I could get you fast food.”

As I listened, I thought, What an angel.

Even among Americans, there must be some who can treat everyone kindly without discriminating against me like this.

However, accepting her offer would have doomed the project, so I had no choice but to decline.

“You can only earn money through s3x? I think it’s ridiculous.”

She seemed genuinely angry about the plan Sarah had come up with. According to this rule, I have to have s3x with a woman even to get a glass of water. I can’t get any money or goods unless it’s in exchange for s3x.

“How far does something have to go to count as s3x? For example, if I do it with my hands and treat you to dinner, would that be okay?”

“I-I think that would probably be okay.”

Somehow, it felt like a confrontation between the woman before me and Sarah, the one who’d come up with this scheme.

It was the kind of reaction you’d expect from a woman with a strong sense of justice—or perhaps simply an inability to stomach the utterly ridiculous scheme cooked up by Sara.

“Put out your p3nis.”

And before I knew it, I was showing my p3nis in front of a white woman again. This time it was a very unusual turn of events, but it didn’t change the fact that I had to expose my p3nis in a completely unexpected turn of events.

“A-Are you sure…? ” 

The sudden turn of events left me tense. She was undeniably beautiful, with large br3asts to boot. Never would I have imagined that such a stunning woman would be my first partner during my second visit to America.

She didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she faced me with a look that clearly said, “I’ll deal with this now, but you better give me a chance to complain to that idiotic planner later.” Her demeanor left me even more flustered than before.

I hadn’t realized it at first, since I’d been looking up at her the entire time. But when she stood up, I saw that she was taller than me.

She’s over 180 centimeters tall. Her bust isn’t quite at eye level, but they are close to it, and her legs are incredibly long. She looks incredibly slender, but with such a height, she may weigh over 60 kg. Just to clarify, even if she weighs over 60 kg, she has the build of a model.

The primary difference between white women and Japanese women is undoubtedly their height.

Because their bodies are larger than Asians, the volume of their br3asts and buttocks is larger even with the same proportions, and I get the impression that they have large br3asts overall. Furthermore, the position of their hips is much higher than that of Asians, which gives the impression that their legs are very long.

She is a prime example of this. For instance, if a Japanese woman with E-cup br3asts had the same proportions, her bust would be two to three sizes larger in sheer volume.

Nishizono Kaede’s br3asts are about this size, but the bust in front of me would probably not fit in the palm of my hand.

And this beautiful white woman asked me to take out my p3nis.

I’m overwhelmed with disbelief, and since the camera around my neck is recording both video and audio, I wonder if this is really okay. But in truth, she isn’t interested in my p3nis at all. She’s simply using this as an excuse to complain to Sarah, the one who planned this whole thing.

She said she had a boyfriend, and I wondered if it was really okay, but there was no way I could refuse when such a beautiful woman asked me to take out my p3nis.

The rules of the project required me to ask her full name before we did it, so I asked her, and without any hesitation, she told me her real name.

“Eva Stone.”

Trembling slightly, I lower my pants in front of Eva. They say America is the land of free s3x, but she doesn’t seem like someone who would follow that tradition at all.

It was a combination of kindness toward me and her stubborn sense of justice regarding Sarah that led to this situation, giving me the impression that “this is what we’ve come to.”

When I was left wearing only boxer briefs, a sense of regret seeped into her expression, wondering if she had gone too far.

But neither of us could back down now. I forgot that I was on the street and exposed my bare p3nis in front of the beautiful Miami woman Eva.

“Oh, my god.”

It was a line I’d heard hundreds of times before. The exact words white women always say when they first see my p3nis.

Maybe because they have a preconceived notion that Asian men are small, even a slightly large p3nis gives the impression of being quite large. Perhaps this preconceived notion influenced her because she exaggerated it quite a bit, saying,

“This… I’ve never seen anything like this before.”

Her blue eyes widened as she stared intently at my p3nis.

To be honest, just being watched by a white beauty was nerve-wracking enough. The fact that people could walk by at any moment only added to the tension.

“Well, you’re a porn actor, aren’t you? It’s only natural your c0ck would be bigger than Mike’s…”

Eva patted her chest as if trying to convince herself. Mike must have been the boyfriend she mentioned earlier. Apparently, my p3nis was somewhat larger than his.

“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.”

As if trying to distract herself, Eva dropped to her knees. With her face close to my crotch, it was impossible not to tense up. Even Eva looked nervous, her cheeks flushed as she stared at my p3nis.

She must be regretting this.

Giving in to the moment, she agreed to do something like this.

Accepting such a ridiculous request—to make a p3nis other than her boyfriend’s ejaculate.

But now it’s too late.

Perhaps sensing this, she doesn’t ask to stop. Honestly, I expected her to just say it was a joke and leave, but she remains kneeling before my c0ck, refusing to turn away.

“I should warn you, I would never do this to anyone other than my boyfriend.”

Assuring her chastity, Eva’s smooth hands lift my p3nis.

Her hands—those hands of Eva’s—are actually touching my d1ck.

In that instant, I realize a long-forgotten desire has resurfaced—the urge to conquer a white woman.

That same mode I’d entered during the latter half of my world tour.

I realized that the feeling of being able to ejaculate endlessly against a white woman had taken complete control of my body.

“Are all Japanese dicks as big as yours?”

Eva asked, looking up at me as she began lightly stroking me. Honestly, her hand felt so good that I was already growing hard.

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

“Y-yeah, that makes sense. If all Japanese men were like this, I wouldn’t be able to look any Japanese man in the eye from now on.”

During this casual conversation, Eva’s hand kept working my p3nis with practiced strokes.

To be honest, I was already hard, but Eva said nothing about it.

However, when my p3nis became fully erect, she must have decided she couldn’t hold back any longer.

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

An unexpected request from Eva to serve me.

I was happy to have such a beautiful woman suck my d1ck, but I wondered if it was okay for a girl with a boyfriend to do something like that. My unnecessary concern must show on my face, because she said.

“Sorry, but don’t mention Mike right now. Since I’m currently focused on your d1ck, bringing up other people would be rude, wouldn’t it?”

I thought that comment was far more offensive to Mike than anything else, but as I said earlier, I had no choice but to accept.

For a beauty like Eva to offer a blowjob – even if it stemmed from kindness – it was still completely unexpected.

“O-Okay… I want Eva to suck my d1ck.” 

As I pleaded, blushing, she stared straight into my eyes and slowly took my erect c0ck into her well-shaped lips.

Eva’s lips and tongue slithered across the surface of my swollen shaft. A warm, moist heat enveloped my p3nis. The situation alone was nearly enough to make me cum, but Eva continued deepening her blowjob strokes.

“E-Eva—”

Eva took nearly half of my p3nis in her mouth, if not all of it, and started to give me a blowjob.

Her mouth moved with surprising intensity and lewdness, far more aggressive than her prim appearance suggested, as she steadily brought me closer to orgasm.

“You still haven’t cum yet?”

Including a break, Eva looks up at me and asks.

To be honest, I wanted to cum, but after three years of s3x, I’d become more prone to delayed ejaculation. Even if I wanted to, simple blowjob alone couldn’t make me climax anymore.

“I see. I think we should hurry up and finish, too.”

“Huh?”

Then, for some reason, Eva boldly took off the black tank top that was bulging out from her br3asts, revealing her br3asts that had been straining against the fabric.

Her pink bra and overly ample br3asts were immediately revealed. Her naturally large br3asts, without the slightest hint of silicone, were generously shown off in front of me, an Asian man.

And then…

“It’ll be embarrassing if people come over, so hurry up and cum. Don’t spill on the ground. If you ask, I’ll drink all of it.”

Eva unhooked her bra, uttering something unbelievable.

Instantly, Eva’s overly ample white br3asts were completely exposed.

The spherical masses retained their firmness and shape even under gravity’s pull.

Her areola and n1pples were so vivid, the color and shape were perfect, stimulating my reproductive instinct as a male more than anything.

Using those amazing br3asts, Eva said,

“I’ve never done this with Mike yet. I hope this makes your d1ck feel good.”

she started to give my d1ck a titjob, shaking it violently.

The br3asts of a beautiful white woman were thick and soft. The texture of a white woman’s br3asts pinched my p3nis, and they pushed against my p3nis with an unbelievable softness.

There’s no way I wouldn’t feel good having my d1ck pinched and stroked by something like that.

“E-Eva…”

Eva’s br3asts felt so good that I couldn’t keep my composure. Eva seemed to sense it too, her pale cheeks flushed with a faint blush as she continued to relentlessly milk my c0ck with her br3asts.

Her beautiful n1pples brushed against my hips. Whether through touch or sight, there was no way I could endure this kind of br3ast torture.

“Eva! I’m cumming!”

I yelled out in Japanese that I’d reached my limit, Eva kept milking my c0ck while taking my glans into her mouth. Even then, she continued to work her br3asts while burying her face in my crotch.

And then…

“Mmmngh!”

I released all my semen into the mouth of Eva Stone, a beautiful, big-breasted white woman from Miami. Even though I knew she had a boyfriend, there was no way I could stop myself.

Ejaculating with all my might into someone else’s partner.

This also became a sense of guilt, and the pleasure signals that spread throughout my body intensified many times over.

The guilt of releasing semen into a woman’s mouth. A sense of dominance. Eva, with tear-filled eyes, swallowed every drop of the continuously flowing semen.

I never thought it would come to this, but now Eva has earned the right to treat me to dinner.

“I’m sorry. Can I have s3x with you here? Even I don’t understand why I feel this way, but I can’t bear not being fucked by you.”

I froze at this unexpected request.

That’s because. Her goal was to get the right to buy me dinner and to complain to Sarah, the mastermind behind this scheme.

Yet somehow, I’d ended up following the exact course of Sarah’s plan.

I tried to say that this was exactly what the organizer wanted, but Eva cut me off, as if to insist that she knew that and not say anything.

Though the street was warm,

having s3x with an unknown YouTuber in such a public place was downright insane.

Eva seemed to understand this logically, but somehow her heart had already dismissed any reservations.

As proof, she stripped off her remaining skinny jeans and panties, then pressed her hands against the streetlight pole I’d been leaning on.

In an instant, Eva’s pale pink slit was revealed, a perfectly shaved pvssy, typical of white beauties, presented to me with such pristine perfection.

Her large white buttocks, those impossibly long legs…

If the world’s racists knew a white beauty like her was fucking me, they’d probably denounce it as the most absurd act in history.

But Eva didn’t hesitate. She abandoned any sense of being someone else’s girlfriend and said this to me, who was nothing more than a boring Asian man.

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

With a desperate expression, Eva begs me.

She thrust out her pale, beautiful butt, exposing her pink pvssy, and begged me to have s3x with her.

I’d seen this scene countless times before.

But still, I don’t think I have any natural talent for s3x.

I was simply lucky.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to have s3x with such a beautiful white woman one after another.

That’s why I’m grateful to God.

For granting me the opportunity to have s3x with such a tall, white beauty.

“Oh, it’s coming in…”

As Eva leans on the pole and faces me. I thrust my erect c0ck toward her. Her slick inner lips gradually enveloped my glans, their lewd texture sliding against me.

It’s common with tall white women, but in addition to being tall, their legs are so long that the insertion point doesn’t align properly unless I practically stand on tiptoe.

Casually guiding her to lower her hips, I gradually pushed deeper and deeper inside.

Naturally, I wasn’t wearing a condom. Still, Eva accepted my c0ck without complaint. Her American flesh clung to me, urging me to keep thrusting upward.

She turned around, her expression was tense, and my p3nis was creating something resembling agony and anguish.

Yet she showed no resistance, maintaining direct eye contact with me.

What a beautiful face, I thought.

Not all white women look like this. In fact, less than one percent of women have looks like hers.

She was incredibly tall, with long legs, and unbelievably beautiful white skin, and there was nothing to fault from the volume of her butt, the size of her br3asts, and the vibrant pale pink color of her areola and n1pples.

Yet here she was now, her exquisite pvssy exposed as she took my erect p3nis into her lower mouth.

I wondered if this was really okay.

Even if I thought that, the pleasant sensation of Eva’s vaginal walls made me forget all my worries and fears.

With such a pleasant pvssy wrapped around me, there was no turning back now.

“Ahh!”

If there was no turning back, the only thing left to do was to move forward.

Still connected, I pulled my hips back before thrusting mercilessly into her cervix.

The folds of flesh immediately wrapped around me even tightly. I had begun the act of s3x, in which male and female expose their entire selves, with such a beautiful white woman.

Even though I was such a dull Asian man, those worries vanished in an instant as I began thrusting my c0ck into Eva’s pvssy.

“Oh! What’s this?”

With each thrust of my p3nis, Eva let out high-pitched cries. Just moments ago, she had been a kind woman with a calm expression, with impeccable racial sensitivity. But now, as I trust my hips against her, making her ample buttocks sway violently, she was exposing her feminine side in an unbelievable place like the street, something that should only be shown to a lover.

“Ah! Oh, my god!”

With her cheeks flushed like a maiden in love, Eva accepted my thrusts. Her vaginal walls didn’t just clench around me—they squeezed with ferocious intensity. At first, I’d held back, but seeing how willingly she offered her lower body, I reached a carnal conclusion: to not indulge in this unbelievably good s3x would be pure foolishness.

“Awesome! Awesome d1ck!”

The tall, beautiful white woman was receiving my thrusts and shaking her soft ass. Even when I put my hands around her from behind and grabbed her overly plump white br3asts, Eva didn’t complain and just let herself go with my thrusts. On the contrary, she even moved her hips to show her willingness to cooperate with me.

“I don’t know this d1ck! Is this the porn actor’s d1ck?”

Eva shouted something in English as she was engrossed in having s3x with me. She forgot that I was Japanese and that she had a boyfriend, and squeezed my erect p3nis tightly with her vaginal walls.

Eva’s br3asts, perfect in shape and volume, pushed back against my palms as I kneaded them with exquisite elasticity, with their pale pink tips slightly erect.

Just holding them in my palms, I could tell they were an incredible volume. In terms of proportion, they were not much different from the large br3asts of Japanese women, but because her body itself was large, the volume of her br3asts was incredible.

“Oh, no! What’s with your s3x? Professional s3x is so different!”

Whenever I randomly changed the depth or speed of my thrusts, Eva gave an exaggerated American reaction. It was like I’d become the god of s3x – she kept repeating how amazing my s3x was.

“Oh, no! I can’t do it anymore! There’s no way this s3x isn’t good! I’m sorry, but I’m going to come by your d1ck!”

Declaring something in English, Eva turned forward with her hands still on the streetlight pole. Taking this as a sign that I could thrust with all my might, I thrust into Eva’s cervix with twice the intensity as before, so much so that the dry sound of our lower abdomens and buttocks slapping against each other echoed through the street.

“Oh my god! What a monster d1ck!”

“Eva’s pvssy feels amazing!”

“Ah! CUMMING! CUMMING, JAP!”

Eva’s pvssy violently contracts as she shouts the now-regular derogatory term. Recently, I’ve begun to think that the “JAP” they use during s3x is not necessarily a derogatory term, but a kind of compliment that means they will cum when they are made to submit to the Japanese p3nis.

Otherwise, there was no explaining why they’d keep fucking someone they’d just called “JAP.”

In a way, Japanese men like me are underestimated simply because we’re Japanese. But if I can provide average s3x, we are seen as better than average, according to the theory of a delinquent who does good deeds.

So in a way, I am blessed.

My c0ck and s3x aren’t anything special, but still, this unbelievably beautiful white woman with a great figure tells me I’m good in bed.

“Ah! It’s still going on!”

Still unable to cum, I resume thrusting into Eva without pause. I know her lower body is spasming from orgasm, but with this unbelievably good white pvssy in front of me, there’s no way I’ll finish without shooting my load.

“Ah! Oh, my God! The Japanese c0ck is awesome!”

In a way, it’s like Eva has given up. She submits to my thrusts again, her gestures clearly saying, “Do whatever you want.” Even though she has a boyfriend, I don’t hold back—my raw c0ck slides in without hesitation.

“Oh, my God! Japanese s3x is the greatest in the world!”

Eva’s ample br3asts shook violently as her pale buttocks continued to meet my hips. Both her ass and her br3asts were unbelievably soft. Being able to do whatever I wanted with such a woman’s body made me realize I was glad I came back to America again.

“AHH!! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!”

Eva climaxed every few seconds. Still, my c0ck wasn’t satisfied. My instincts told me not to let go of this perfect white beauty so easily.

“Why are you so like a beast?! This is definitely not going to be the opposite!”

To satisfy my desires, I continue to violate Eva’s body. I pin the tall white beauty down from behind and repeatedly move my hips, surrendering myself to pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum inside you!”

I’ll come inside you.

I learned this English phrase for self-defense when I first had s3x with a foreign woman.

I say this every time we have s3x, and if she says OK, I’ll ejaculate inside her. If she says NO, I’ll cum outside. I’ve made this a rule for myself, and so far I’ve never been rejected. It seems that the women here recognize that ejaculating without a condom is real s3x.

“Oh, come on! Your sperm, pour it into my uterus!”

And Eva in front of me also allows me to cum inside her. Even though she has a boyfriend and I’m Japanese. Although he had some doubts, he couldn’t resist the desire to impregnate this beautiful white woman.

“I’m going to cum inside of you like this!!!”

I loudly proclaim in Japanese, checking the still defenseless Eva. Are you sure you want to cum? Just in case, I make sure and lock onto Eva’s uterus. I set my p3nis tip in the most accurate position to pour in my sperm, and release the semen I’ve been storing up in my testicles without any hesitation.

“Ah! It’s cumming!”

I stop thrusting at the deepest part and pour all my semen into Eva’s uterus. Meanwhile, Eva’s vaginal walls are contracting violently, milking my p3nis.

To ensure not a single drop is wasted, to guarantee fertilization, I maintain a firm grip on Eva’s lower body with my c0ck, continuing the ritual of insemination as a biological species.

“Ahh… Japanese sperm…”

Eva is basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, her soft ass trembling and her firm hips shaking.

The overwhelming pleasure nearly made me collapse, but as a man, I have to support women, so I held on to the pole and somehow managed to endure it.

Maybe because of that, Eva’s warm, white back was pressed against my chest. Our skinship was like that of lovers, and the feel of Eva’s silky blonde hair made me fall in love with her. Or rather, is there any man who wouldn’t fall in love with such a beautiful woman after having s3x with her?

After shared intimacy, the mental distance between men and women inevitably shrinks. It doesn’t matter if their partner has a lover or husband – the connection remains. Eva seemed to feel the same way. After I finished thrusting inside her, she gazed at my face with a mixture of shyness and tenderness.

“…That was so good. I’m sorry, Mike, but that was by far the best s3x I’ve ever had.”

She praised my s3x in a straightforward American way. If it was good, she praised it clearly, and if it was bad, she pointed it out clearly. The culture of this country was truly a yes or no choice.

She said nothing about the cum inside her. As if it were only natural since I’d been permitted, she wiped the semen seeping from her pvssy after I pulled out with a handkerchief. I thought the cloth was beyond reuse, but Eva smiled bashfully and assured me, “I’ll wash it as many times as needed.”

With this, my s3x with Eva was over.

The question of whether or not she would buy me a fast food was left unresolved. Or so I thought, but then she said,

“If you don’t mind, can I treat you to dinner? My apartment is nearby, so why don’t we take a break there?”

On my second trip to America, I had grown up enough to understand that this was an invitation.

Don’t you have a boyfriend?

I swallowed the rude question and gladly accepted her kindness. After all, Eva had originally called out to me to buy me a meal.

But…

“Oh my god! That’s amazing!”

After arriving at Eva’s apartment, all we did was have s3x.

This time, Eva was on top of the bed, and we continued to rub our most sensitive parts together without using condoms.

Midway through, a complaint came from the residents below, but Eva insisted that it was just for one night.

I don’t know what exactly was so valuable about my s3x, but Eva kept requesting me to cum inside her until the next morning.

We took a nap in the same bed before noon, and then I left the apartment with Eva, who had an appointment at three o’clock. I couldn’t help but wonder if the person she was meeting was her boyfriend, but by the time she guided me to the shuttle bus stop that was leaving from Miami, Eva had her arms wrapped around me and pressed her ample br3asts against me, so I couldn’t say anything.

Even so, when we got to the bus stop, I didn’t have a single cent for the fare. I don’t know if it showed on my face or if Eva had planned this from the beginning, but…

“If you’re good, I’ll pay you according to how good you are, right?”

As we were leaving, Eva confirmed the rules of the trip that even I had forgotten.

If I’m good, I get paid accordingly. To put it bluntly, “good” means s3x, so I receive money from women based on our encounters.

However, only one-tenth of that would go towards the trip. Even if I got a few thousand yen, I wouldn’t have enough money to ride the shuttle bus.

“This amount doesn’t seem fitting for last night’s you, but it’s all I can manage now. Truth is, paying this will leave me without tomorrow’s living expenses, but I’ll borrow from friends somehow.”

Eva, who’d withdrawn money from an ATM, hands me the bills in her bare hand. There’s no envelope culture here, so the blatant display leaves me visibly flustered. But my confusion isn’t solely about the exposed money.

“I really wanted to give you twenty times this amount. You were worth that much last night. But I don’t have any way to borrow that much, so I hope you’ll forgive me for this amount. If it’s not enough, I’ll transfer more later. You can call this number anytime.”

Eva placed a notecard with a phone number on top of the “stack of bills” she handed me.

As I’m still confused, she kisses me gently with a reluctant expression. Then, to the small camera hanging from my neck that I had forgotten about,

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

Eva desperately tries to appeal something with exaggerated gestures that are typical of Americans. And, to top it all off, she puts the note with the phone number written on it firmly in the camera lens and says,

“If you do a similar project in Miami again, you must contact this number. If it’s him, I don’t mind debuting in porn. You can freely use yesterday’s footage too, even though it’s embarrassing. It’s all fine for him.”

Eva wasn’t pleading with me or the viewers, but rather with someone beyond us—Sarah.

However, she got a call from someone who was probably her boyfriend, and as if she had given up on something, she said.

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

She disappeared into the crowd. I was stunned for a while because I never expected to hear “I love you” from a beautiful white woman with a boyfriend.

I wondered if Eva was a fake arranged by Sarah, but there was no evidence to suggest that.

Both last time and now, I ended up having s3x with a white woman. I thought maybe this was just my fate, but the moment after that thought crossed my mind…

“Hand it over.”

Suddenly, I was surrounded by strong men dressed in black and wearing sunglasses, and the money I had just received was taken away. As expected, America is a crime-ridden country. If you show a stack of bills on the street, you’ll get a hit.

“G-Give it back!”

Naturally, I tried desperately to retrieve it, but the money was completely out of my reach. It was like a child throwing punches at an adult.

As I flailed around, the toughest guy among the black-clad men returned several bills. If I had to give him a nickname, “******” would have been perfect for his appearance.

“Huh?”

I was even more stunned by the sudden event. I could understand being stolen, but I couldn’t understand being given it back. I’m not sure if this white tough guy understood my confused state of mind, but he said,

“Juubun no ichi. Kliento no triki me.”

(One-tenth. Please take care of the client.)

The black-clad tough guys left, saying typical broken Japanese. They didn’t forget to take the small camera from around my neck and replace it with a new one.

“No way… Are those guys working for Sara…?”

My body suddenly goes limp, whether from relief or shock. These men were hired by Sara, and as per our travel agreement, they’ve simply taken ninety percent of my compensation.

Sarah’s promise of safe passage was guaranteed by their constant presence around me. That means there’s a high chance last night’s tryst was observed nearby. But regarding that, I no longer have the energy to care.

For now, the project continues without incident.

Just like Sarah had planned, I will have s3x with an American woman and head for Maine, a goal I’ve never heard of before.

I can’t accept it, but since I’m on board, I’ll see it through to the end.

Following the project’s rules, any more s3x in Florida won’t earn me additional rewards, so I need to head to Georgia next.

“Haaah…”

I sigh at the absurdity of it all, gazing in what must be the northeastern direction.

Will this crazy journey actually work? I wonder, my mind filled with tenfold anxiety—

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Miami, Florida

s3x Partner: Eva Stone (23)

Reward Received: $3,450 (Approx. 380,000 Yen)

Payment Issued: $345

Remaining Balance: $345

Next Destination: Georgia

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