Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 3.5 Female Perspective

“Do you know where you are?”

 

At Magnolia Mall, where I always shop with the kids, I confronted a YouTuber.

Why? Because this Asian man, who looked Japanese, was flaunting a sign with text that screamed “escort service.”

In other words, “I’ll give you s3x, so pay up accordingly, right?”

Women paying men for s3x?

And white women paying Japanese men?

At the mall entrance, swarming with children, what kind of sick game are you playing?

These multiple layers of anger bubbled up, forcing me to speak.

I’d brought Mike and James with me too. Normally, approaching such dangerous types would be unwise, but somehow I felt insulted as a woman and as a white person. Before I knew it, I was standing face-to-face with that man.

 

“What are you thinking, showing that to the children? Get out of this shopping mall—no, this entire state of South Carolina—immediately!”

 

I felt an urgent obligation to drive this Asian man out of South Carolina as soon as possible.

The mere thought of sharing the same sky with a YouTuber flaunting such a filthy sign sent shivers down my spine.

 

“S-sorry! I’m sorry!”

 

To my surprise, the man apologized profusely and left the shopping mall with unexpected ease.

He looked like a wild Chinese man, fairly large and burly too. I expected him to resist more, but it was completely anticlimactic.

Perhaps that’s why it happened.

While we were having lunch at the food court, it occurred.

 

“Mom!”

 

It happened in an instant.

It was during the brief moment I was wiping James’ ketchup-stained mouth.

At first, it just seemed like someone had run past right behind me. But as Mike pointed out with his finger, the bag I’d left on the chair was gone.

Pickpocket.

By the time I realized it, the thief was already far away. He was sprinting full speed toward the entrance of the shopping mall.

The bag contained my wallet and car keys. The wallet held my ID and credit cards. I had to get it back somehow, but with Mike and James here, I couldn’t chase after him immediately.

 

“Help! Thief!”

 

All I could do was scream that loudly.

Someone, catch that pickpocket! I wished, but I knew no one would risk confronting a potential armed criminal for a stranger.

It was all my fault for being careless.

While losing my wallet wouldn’t directly impact my daily life, the thought of enduring this guilt-ridden existence for any length of time was far more disheartening.

There’s no Superman around.

At my age, I had come to experience firsthand the truth that even eight-year-old Mike understood.

 

“Guh!”

 

A man’s cry echoed from the entrance. Had someone trying to stop the thief been overpowered? As I desperately prayed this wasn’t the case, I carried James and followed Mike toward the commotion.

 

“Huh?”

 

The thief lay sprawled before the automatic doors. He wasn’t asleep. Someone had knocked him out, leaving him unconscious.

Did Superman appear?

The surreal confusion left me momentarily frozen. A hero of justice had materialized before us to vanquish the villain?

Still bewildered, my gaze drifted upward.

The figure standing beside the unconscious criminal was most likely the hero who had knocked him out.

How formidable a man would he be? My heart fluttered with anticipation as I saw his true identity, leaving me utterly speechless.

 

“Huh?”

 

The person who had knocked out the pickpocket turned out to be none other than that Asian YouTuber.

 

☆　☆　☆　☆　☆

 

“Never thought I’d be saved by you…”

 

I sighed to myself while driving my old wagon.

The YouTuber whom I told to get out of South Carolina turned out to be my savior.

Of course, I was grateful, but the idea of inviting him home for proper hospitality never crossed my mind.

 

“We should at least thank him for saving us!”

 

“Mom, you always tell us to properly thank anyone who helps us.”

 

My eight-year-old and five-year-old children refused to back down, insisting I fulfill my obligation. I’d always taught them to live honestly and follow God’s will in all circumstances, but I never imagined it would come back to me like this. In the end, I found myself driving that guy to my house.

 

“There’s an Amtrak station nearby—”

 

“Big Brother Daisuke doesn’t have anywhere to stay!”

 

“We should let him stay with us!”

 

I tried to find a way to drop him off along the way, but my sons’ machine-gun chatter stopped me. Come to think of it, to Mike and James, he was a hero who’d defeated evil—a Superman. For children, wanting to help such a hero might be natural.

 

(I wonder what part of that body had the strength to defeat a purse snatcher.)

 

I sneak a peek at the asian guy through the rearview mirror. He might have a decent build, but the thief was still twice his size. Yet he knocked out both the thief and his waiting accomplice at the entrance in an instant. Maybe he’s tougher than he looks.

I wonder if he’s a fighter or something.

I try to imagine him as such, but he doesn’t fit the bill. He’s solidly built overall, but not overly muscular. His belly even shows some softness. Most importantly, his harmless herbivore appearance makes me wonder if he really could have taken down the thieves.

But logically, it couldn’t have been anyone else. People often say appearances can be deceiving. Maybe he’s surprisingly strong in every sense of the word.

 

(…What am I even thinking?!)

 

I shake my head to clear away those absurd fantasies. At first, I thought he was some Japanese porn actor or something, given that ridiculous sign around his neck. That initial impression, combined with the wild guess that he might be tougher than he looks, led me to imagine things that don’t exist.

If he’s a professional, then maybe his body is amazing.

He must be incredibly confident to wear a sign like that, right?

Maybe it’s because I haven’t had s3x with my husband for almost three years, but my eyes naturally went to his lower body.

Am I trying to bring a professional into my home? How could I resist being attacked by a man who could knock out such a big man?

In a way, the worst-case scenario flashes through my mind.

No, this won’t do. Even if he’s a good person, I don’t know what might set him off and make him lose control. I originally planned to placate the children with some light snacks, but now I can’t even manage that. For some reason, he’s become this monstrous s3x machine in my mind.

 

“Okay? Big Brother Daisuke can’t come inside our Christian home for religious reasons. So we’ll let him sleep in the car tonight. You must promise not to tell Daddy about this.”

 

Cornered, I resorted to a flimsy excuse that might even fail to convince five-year-old James, just to keep him out of the house.

I absolutely must not let this person into my house. My instincts are desperately telling me. My heart has been pounding for some reason, and I can hardly look him in the face.

 

“If you don’t have anywhere to stay, I’ll let you sleep in the car tonight. But you have to promise not to let my husband find out.”

 

After quickly pushing Mike and James into the house, I taught him the rules.

If my husband found out about this, he’d start suspecting all sorts of things. And I couldn’t bear to leave my beloved husband, even if it was just a rebound relationship.

So tonight, I had to shove this man into the van’s cargo area and make sure he didn’t come out.

 

“If I feel like it, I might bring you dinner later.”

 

As I was about to close the car door, I suddenly couldn’t resist glancing down at the area I’d been avoiding all along.

I could tell at a glance that it was big.

He was wearing jeans. There was no way I could tell how big it was through denim.

But how could I even see the size of the bulge? What kind of monstrous thing was he wearing?

 

“Don’t you dare leave the car!”

 

Terrified, I fled back to my house.

By tomorrow, this man will be gone. If I don’t get any strange feelings, there’s absolutely no way he’ll break into my locked home.

Strange feelings?

What kind of feelings could I have in the first place?

There was no way I, a married woman and mother, would get involved with an Asian man, of all people. The Asians around me weren’t all sleazy guys who were after my body.

I lock myself in my house, turning the key in the lock.

Even though I should be safe, the fact that he’s in the car outside keeps making me anxious. Even after my husband comes home, I still feel the same way.

 

(Since my husband didn’t notice anything, everything’s fine, right, Emma?)

 

My heart keeps racing, and I desperately try to calm it down. Mike and James are following my instructions and not mentioning him. If he leaves the car tomorrow like he should, our normal life will just continue without any problems.

 

(Come to think of it, I haven’t served dinner yet…)

 

The time had already passed midnight.

The children and my husband were asleep, while I remained awake in the living room, watching late-night television in restless frustration.

As I left, all I could think about was his bulge, so I completely forgot about the verbal promise. Still, he might be asleep by now, and I’m reluctant to visit him at this hour.

–Mom always tells me to thank him properly if someone helps me. 

Just then, the children’s words seemed to push me forward.

I’ll just check if he’s awake.

If he’s up, I’ll bring him some night food. If he’s asleep, I’ll simply return to my room and sleep. Nothing complicated about that.

 

“It’s alright, Emma.”

 

Trying to suppress my pounding heart, I slowly step outside the entrance. In the completely dark parking area of the yard, my old wagon stands silently.

 

(I wonder if he’s asleep…)

 

Tentatively, I approach and peer inside. A man is snoring, wrapped in a blanket, in the cargo area. Beside him lies that familiar cardboard sign.

 

(A QR code…)

 

Without thinking, I pull out my smartphone and scan the code.

As expected, it’s the address of his YouTube channel – Daisuke Sakagami’s Channel.

Only two videos are uploaded, their titles are in a foreign language (probably Japanese), so I can’t understand them.

I tap on the first video. There was a girl who looked to be a university student speaking into the camera.

She’s quite beautiful. With her perfect figure, she’s the kind of girl who would make me burn with competitive spirit if I were fifteen years younger. The vibrant blonde-haired girl somehow looks embarrassed as she gazes at the camera,

 

[“It was a really amazing experience. I can’t believe I came 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.”]

 

Her animated gestures accompanied this astonishing confession.

This girl had s3x with him?

And she said it as if his s3x was the best in the world.

 

[“If you do a similar project in Miami again, be sure to contact this number. I wouldn’t mind making my porn debut with him. I’m embarrassed about yesterday’s footage, but you can use it freely for him.”]

 

Yesterday’s footage… The thought made me rewind the video, but there was no such content. Come to think of it, explicit material like that wouldn’t be on YouTube. I scrolled to the bottom of the video details and found the URL there.

It was undoubtedly a porn video website.

Though I’d never seen anything like this before in my life, the video thumbnails and titles alone made it clear.

There was a section labeled “Free Sample” in the description.

Presumably, that’s where some part of yesterday’s video featuring “her” would be uploaded.

Should I watch it? Or shouldn’t I?

I asked myself this question, but in the end I tapped on the video in question.

My reason couldn’t resist my instinct to find out the true identity of this man.

But what awaited me was an incredible regret.

 

“What… is this…?”

 

I instinctively covered my mouth as I stared at the smartphone screen.

There was a magnificent p3nis, towering high into the air.

It was at least twice the size of my husband’s?

The thickness, length, and the way it curved towards the tip were all impossible. The male organ, with an unbelievable weight, was fully erect and filled the screen.

Coarse, thick pubic hair.

A sturdy scrotum hanging loosely below.

This was no longer the p3nis I knew.

A downright monstrous d1ck. This was irrefutable evidence that he was indeed a professional s3x actor.

Yet there was still a possibility this wasn’t his p3nis. After all, only his lower body was visible in the frame.

 

[“Daisuke… Why is it still so hard?” ]

 

asked a familiar voice. The blonde-haired beauty I recognized from before gently kissed his p3nis. As the camera pulled back to reveal the full scene, Daisuke Sakagami’s face came into view.

Yes, this p3nis was indeed his.

The man sleeping in my car right now, this very man before me, possessed such a formidable member.

The girl on the screen is taking his p3nis into her mouth. Such a powerful p3nis, by such a cute girl. Beyond surprise, I was dominated by a feeling of envy.

 

[“Aahh! What kind of p3nis is this?! This kind of s3x is impossible!”]

 

The screen switched to footage of the girl being fucked doggy-style.

Such a beautiful girl is connected to an Asian man, of all people.

That alone is shocking, but what’s even more unbelievable is that such a beautiful white girl is clearly enjoying herself during s3x with an Asian man.

Her white ass is swaying violently as his hips pound into her. I could see that the part of her body that was engulfing his powerful p3nis was being stretched to an unbelievable extent.

Doesn’t it hurt to have something like that inside her? I wondered, but there was no trace of pain in her flushed cheeks.

Rather, she seemed to be in heaven. Completely immersed in the springtime of her world.

Has anyone ever taken me like this? I thought. What a masculine pistoning motion. If he can handle such vigorous s3x, he must be the one who knocked out the thief.

And he has the courage to easily knock out a white woman in bed.

With something so monstrous scraping inside her, of course, she’d go to heaven.

 

[“Ah! I’m cumming again! That incredible ridge is hitting just the right spot—making me climax again!”]

 

The sample video cut off mid-action.

But the image of her climaxing as that thick shaft ravaged her insides left an indelible mark on my mind.

This was his s3x.

This was the power of that Japanese YouTuber who’d come up with the absurd scheme of demanding payment for intercourse.

And now, this Superman lay defenseless in my car.

If it hadn’t been more than three years since I last had s3x — no, even if I had just had s3x with my husband, I think I would have done the same.

Because chances like this don’t come twice.

I couldn’t imagine ever encountering a man like this again in my lifetime.

So I opened the door of the station wagon in silence. I got into the car where he was still sleeping, locked the door from the inside, and slowly stripped off the blanket that was wrapped around his body.

That bulge was immediately revealed.

That huge p3nis caught my eye.

Showing up before an old married woman with something like that hanging between your legs? You’re right, Japanese men really are barbaric.

 

(I’m sorry…)

 

I apologized to my husband in my heart.

Even if you were holding me in your arms right now, I’d still be breathing in his stench.

Any woman who saw those images, that kind of s3x, would feel this thrill.

So please, let me cheat on you just for tonight.

Then I’ll be back to being a mother tomorrow. Back to being a wife.

Just let me remember what it felt like back then.

The right of a woman to find s3x pleasurable.

Even if it’s not with you, I think women are allowed to cheat for one night, just once.

After all, I’ve been holding back for so long.

Even after my husband stopped seeing me as a woman, I still kept wanting his c0ck inside me.

So instead, let me borrow this man’s p3nis.

It’s not because he is particularly impressive.

It’s just that the timing worked out.

Even if his p3nis were several times more impressive than yours, I wouldn’t compare them.

Because his p3nis doesn’t have any qualities that make it comparable to anyone else’s.

There’s no way to compare it.

Isn’t that right?

How could you possibly compare this stinky, impressive p3nis to yours?

This thick, stinky, impressive p3nis. As soon as I unzipped it and took it out, I was unable to move.

 

(Unbelievable…amazing)

 

The Asian man’s p3nis, which I stared at intently, far surpassed my husband’s in every way.

In terms of thickness, length, glans, and even the frenulum, everything about it was superior to my husband’s – not just his, but better than anyone I’d ever had s3x with before.

How could a woman’s instincts not stir when faced with such a sight? Knowing full well I was betraying my husband, Mike, and James, I softly kissed his glans. Without hesitation, I took that impossibly thick member into my mouth.

 

(It smells…amazing, and unbelievably thick)

 

His p3nis asserted itself in my mouth even though it wasn’t even erect yet. It was still soft, but it was heavy and voluminous. If something like that were to become erect, I’d probably be done for in an instant.

After all, he’s Superman.

And I’m just a powerless princess who needs saving.

So the princess remains silent, offering her body without protest.

In exchange for his rescue.

In exchange for the thrill of his muscular frame.

The heroines in stories always offered their pvssy to the hero of justice who saved them, didn’t they?

So I can only submit to him.

I have no choice but to entrust myself completely to his overly strong p3nis.

 

“Mmm, mmm—”

 

Little by little, his p3nis grew larger.

Already thick, it hardened so rigidly that my jaw nearly dislocated.

They say Asian men have penises as hard as stone, but his felt like pure steel.

A heated, seething rod of steel. Do all Japanese boys carry such monstrous weapons between their legs?

 

“Mmm, ah—”

 

Under the moonlight, I took a Japanese p3nis into my mouth. His p3nis, standing defiantly toward the moon, was truly magnificent. I found myself willing to abandon everything just to be with him.

I’m sure every woman in the world would feel the same seeing this before them.

Once pierced by such a thing, I’ll probably be at his mercy.

 

“Huh?”

 

While I pondered this, he woke up.

Of course he did. With a woman sucking his c0ck like this, how could he not?

 

“I’m sorry…”

 

But I can’t stop sucking his p3nis. I’ll never have another chance to touch such a hard and strong thing in my life.

“How does it compare to your husband’s?”

 

“D-don’t compare them! We’re different races, so it’s natural for your penises to be different too.”

 

He suddenly asked me something rude, so I retorted with my face red.

He is smaller than you because of our racial differences. Even as I clung to this flimsy excuse, I realized this sleazy question proved he was truly a veteran of all things sexual.

 

“Mmm—”

 

Then suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled me towards him. Naturally, this forced his thick member deeper into my throat, nearly making me gag. Yet the perfect balance of pressure—neither too rough nor too gentle—guided my blowjob, gradually acclimating me to his overwhelming girth.

 

“Ah—”

 

His hand reached for my bra as if it were second nature. The practiced motion, pinching my n1pple through the fabric, marked him as a seasoned womanizer. But the intensity of his kneading, the electric stimulation from his fingertips, left me feeling utterly defeated. How could I possibly win against this? My br3asts were being groped, yet why did it send shivers down me?

 

“The way you touch… you’re too familiar. How can you tell my erogenous zones just by this…?”

 

True to his words, he focused his assault on the most sensitive part of me, using the most pleasurable technique. Not even my husband had ever touched me so freely. Yet here I am, being toyed with by some Asian stranger I don’t even know, and it’s creating the highest arousal and excitement of my life. What a wonderful way to touch n1pples.

 

“May I see your br3asts, Ms. Emma?”

 

His request made my heart skip a beat.

He wants to see my br3asts. When put like that, I can’t think of any choice but to show them.

 

“…Just call me Emma. For tonight, you can call me Emma.”

 

I exposed my br3asts to the boy I’d been despising earlier that day.

My n1pples were already swollen and hot with arousal. I wanted him to suck on them right then and there.

 

“You can… do whatever you like with these too.”

 

Despite my embarrassment, I take off my panties in front of him. After years of not exposing my most intimate area to men, I now offered it to this Japanese boy I barely knew, pressing my most sensitive part against his face.

 

“Ahh!”

 

He licked me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

In that moment, I realized he was nothing like my husband.

The way he licked, the precision, everything about him made my husband seem like a novice.

 

“Ah♡ Ahh♡”

 

I let out moans so sweet they shouldn’t have been heard by anyone but my husband, I’d never felt such aching sensations from having my pvssy licked in my life.

I wanted more.

More of his tongue.

More of his touch.

With these thoughts, I pressed my thoroughly soaked pvssy against his face, reveling in the sensation of his long tongue finding exactly the right spot.

 

(I’m… I’m going to cum—)

 

Though he was doing nothing but licking, I could feel myself hurtling toward climax.

But cumming here would be too much of a waste.

With such an incredible p3nis right in front of me, it’s impossible to just climax with his tongue alone.

 

“Please… thrust your c0ck deep inside me.”

 

I don’t care what happens now.

I want his thick, sturdy c0ck inside me. That single thought dominated my mind completely.

 

“Ahh—”

 

Then he forced his impossibly thick member into my entrance.

The unprecedented girth stretched me beyond measure. How hard this c0ck is If I get fucked with this, I’ll never be able to leave this Japanese c0ck behind.

 

“Aaah!”

 

The moment his shaft pierced my deepest depths, my hips arched instinctively, my back bowing like a drawn bow. Every sensitive spot in my pvssy was hit perfectly. It’s ridiculous not to fall in love with this. There’s no way I could ever win against this c0ck.

 

“What kind of c0ck is this? It’s completely different from my husband!”

 

“Emma, does it feel good?”

 

“Of course! It’s the best d1ck I’ve ever had in my life!”

 

By now, my husband’s existence doesn’t matter at all.

With this far more formidable c0ck than my husband’s plunging into me, I can only think about him.

 

“Oh! It’s amazing♡♡”

 

My mind went blank as he thrust into me from below.

After all, it was he who had beaten up the bad guy. There’s no way a man who can have such amazing s3x would lose to a purse snatcher.

Oh, what an incredible c0ck!

There’s no way I can resist cumming with a d1ck like that.

 

“What do you think of my c0ck, Emma?”

 

“It’s so intense I can’t even process it! You’re Japanese—how can you be this incredible?!”

 

As he slaps my ass, my love juices overflow shamefully. Being slapped like a horse like this makes me feel like a farm animal.

 

“Aah! So deep!”

 

“You like it here, don’t you?”

 

“It’s incredible! I’ve never experienced anything this intense!”

 

In the car, I was being fucked by a Japanese YouTuber.

Despite the situation, all I could do was scream at the top of my lungs about how amazing he was.

 

“Oh I’m gonna cum!! I’m gonna cum with a d1ck that isn’t my husband’s!!!”

 

“I’m gonna cum too! I’m gonna cum inside you like this!”

 

“No, not inside—”

 

“Aah!”

 

At that moment, a massive bullet of semen slammed into my womb.

In that instant, my mind went completely blank.

I’m cumming.

I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.

I lost consciousness. My entire body was engulfed in overwhelming pleasure.

Yet somehow, the sensation in my pvssy remained crystal clear. I could feel every inch of his impossibly thick c0ck’s hardness and wickedness against my walls, and with each load of semen pounding into me, I felt all the happiness in the world.

Oh God.

I thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me this man’s seed.

To be impregnated like this and feel such feminine joy—I must be the happiest person in the world.

 

“Ah♡ How did it happen so quickly!?”

 

He recovered instantly, violating me repeatedly throughout the night.

Each time he did, I was made to cum, and this man could use my pvssy and br3asts as he pleased.

But it’s fine.

I want him to squeeze me, want him to ravish me.

Though I recognize the clear romantic feelings I hold for him, as a married woman, I can’t act on them.

So at least I’ll set a time limit and become this man’s pvssy slave.

To be fucked by this incredible Japanese man.

To let him use my pvssy however he wants, to make him cum inside me.

That’s undoubtedly the greatest happiness for every woman in this world.

So, as long as his schedule permits, I’ll be his s3x slave.

Starting tomorrow, I’ll let him home and thrust his sturdy Japanese c0ck into me on our marital bed. I’ll bask in the bliss of being born a white woman, a cattle-like pvssy, and let the fullness of his seed-filling me drive it home.

Mike, James, I’m sorry.

For the next few days, I’ll be picking you up from school a bit later.

And breakfast might be a bit simpler than usual, but that’s because Mom’s having s3x with this man.

It’s all so I can get thoroughly fucked by this Superman’s super-d1ck. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?

Mommy loves you two more than this amazing Japanese c0ck, after all.

 

★★★★★

 

“I’ll give this to you. I was originally planning to replace it with a new car and give it to my sister, but I think it’ll break down soon anyway, so when your trip is over, sell it and turn it into scrap metal.”

 

“Huh?”

 

He looked like a pigeon that had swallowed a pea-shooter. His expressions could be so goofy sometimes, despite our mind-blowing s3x, that I often wished I’d met Daisuke before I ever found my husband.

But then again, if that had happened, Mike and James would never have been born. Meeting him now and experiencing this unbelievably masculine s3x has undoubtedly been a positive in my life.

 

“N-no way can I accept this! It’s too expensive, and I don’t even have a driver’s license!”

 

“Oh, you don’t have a driver’s license? Well, I have a friend who teaches at a driving school here. I’ll introduce you to her.”

 

My high school friend works as an instructor at a driving school in North Carolina.

She’s the type who generally dislikes Asians, but I bet she’d end up like me if she met Daisuke. Actually, I doubt there’s any woman in this world who could resist having s3x with him if left alone with him.

 

“I really want to go on your journey with you, but I love my children too. So I believe we’ll meet again somewhere.”

 

Right now, I’m aware that my children and Daisuke hold equal importance in my life.

At least, I no longer feel the desire to have s3x with my husband, and I don’t want to be with any other man except Daisuke.

Because he’s undoubtedly the best man in the world.

 

“Oh! What is this guy — he’s amazing!!”

 

“It’s Daisuke! He’s the Superman who saved me!”

 

“Oh! Sis, this d1ck is amazing♡♡ Are all Japanese cocks this amazing?!”

 

After that, my sister joined us, and we got involved in an unexpected threesome. Even though she has a husband, I guess bl00d ties between sisters can’t be denied.

We tried to keep up with his s3x by giving him fellatio and licking his anus, but it was completely futile. In the end, he made us cum so hard with his deep thrusts that our legs went weak. I guess white women like us really can’t win against his c0ck.

I’m sorry, Sister’s husband.

Your wife told Daisuke she loved him fifty times.

Well, I guess I said it about three hundred times in three days. But that can’t be helped.