Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 4

“Alex, could you help Daisuke get his driver’s license here?”

 

After driving north for about an hour in Emma’s station wagon, we arrived at a rather plain, single-story facility in a small town (though to be fair, the scenery had been rural ever since we entered North Carolina).

The words “Eric Driving School” on the front, combined with Emma’s previous explanations, made it clear she was trying to get me licensed.

However, the driving school I imagine has a fairly large training course on the premises, and the word “school” fits the word in the literal sense.

This so-called Eric Driving School, however, had no course at all. Just a few cars of completely different models lined up in a row – nothing like any driving school I’d ever seen.

The single-story building itself felt more like an office. There were no classrooms, no blackboards – nothing that suggested actual instruction.

Emma walked into the office as if she owned the place, and stood in front of the woman called Alex.

Alex was in her late twenties, perhaps approaching thirty. She had short black hair and an impressive, healthy tan. She was sitting on a chair in the office, but as you’d expect from an American, she was tall, and even while sitting, her limbs were long and noticeable. Perhaps the dress code in America is relaxed in business, as she was wearing white chinos and a black sleeveless top, which made her American cleavage stand out clearly.

While I couldn’t help but stare at Alex’s bewitching appearance, the sudden arrival of the woman herself revealed equally wide eyes. By the way, Alex sounds like a masculine name in Japan, but in America it is a common nickname for women. Her official name is probably something like Alicia or Alexandra.

 

“Emma, ​​didn’t I tell you the other day to contact me beforehand if you were coming?”

 

Alex sighed at Emma, her slight irritation evident. The atmosphere between them suggested they were fairly familiar with each other, but clearly not with me. Before addressing Emma, she had cast a glance at me when I suddenly entered the room, her gaze carrying the quintessential American sentiment: “What’s this pathetic Asian guy doing here?” To give the American people their due, there are people like Alicia and Carol who are friendly towards Japanese people from the beginning. Not only are they friendly, but both mother and daughter became pregnant with my child and even gave birth.

 

“Oh, that’s fine. You’re still as bored as ever, aren’t you? Then let Daisuke get his license.”

 

From an outsider’s perspective, Alex might seem quite intimidating. Yet Emma appeared unfazed, pushing her opinions through with ease. Though it was just a hunch, I sensed they weren’t friends so much as a senior-junior relationship—Emma being the senior and Alex is the junior. Alex is obviously younger.

 

“I don’t know. If you want to take driving lessons, you go to the counter outside and pay the fee. Then a suitable instructor will teach you how to drive.”

 

That said, Alex wasn’t one to be easily swayed. Even if my guess about their hierarchical relationship was right, I could sense she wouldn’t let others control her.

 

“I wonder if it’s okay to say something like that?”

 

“W-what…?”

 

Emma smiled fearlessly in a rather exaggerated manner. I could see that Alex, who had been very powerful up until then, suddenly backed down.

 

“I’m the one who procured this job for you, and more importantly, the one who rescued you from that wretched life. How dare you treat your benefactor like this?”

 

“That’s…”

 

Though I couldn’t clearly understand their conversation, it was obvious that Emma had some sort of leverage over Alex. The latter’s face flushed with embarrassment as her confidence evaporated.

 

“My only wish is for him to be able to drive to Maine himself. If that happens, I’ll never speak another word.”

 

Emma flashed a radiant smile. Though she was undeniably beautiful, watching her grin made my spine tingle with unease. I probably shouldn’t know what they’re discussing, I thought. In fact, I don’t want to know at all.

 

“Alright, Emma. I’ll just teach this monkey to drive, right? You’ll have to pay the full amount up front, including the test fee. Of course, with a 20% tip.”

 

Alex demanded payment with a mix of resignation and defiance. I thought I heard a discriminatory remark during the conversation, but as an asian traveling through America, this kind of treatment was inevitable.

 

“Daisuke will pay the fee. With his body.”

 

“What—?”

 

Ignoring Alex’s stunned silence, Emma began preparing to leave. She really intended to abandon me here and return to her home in South Carolina.

 

“Don’t be ridiculous, Emma! Why should I work for free with this monkey?”

 

“It’s not a monkey, it’s Daisuke, Alex. Besides, he’s incredible. It’s been a while since you broke up with your boyfriend, right?”

 

“Huh?!”

 

Ignoring the trembling Alex, who was shaking with anger, Emma was really about to leave the room. But then she turned back and walked toward me.

 

“I love you, Daisuke. If you contact me, I’ll be ready to meet you anytime.”

 

It was more than a hug – a full embrace, plus a kiss. The feeling of her fresh lips, which I couldn’t believe were from a mother of two, and her voluptuous br3asts pressed against my chest. The feeling was so American that my crotch twitched with interest.

 

“No, you can’t. This is for Alex.”

 

With lingering regret, Emma kneaded my crotch through my pants. Honestly, that alone was enough to make me hard, but I desperately held back in front of Alex. If Emma left now, I’d be alone with her.

 

“Well then, goodbye, Alex. I’ll be waiting for your thank-you call.”

 

Emma waved her hand briskly and exited through the door.

Alex watched her friend—or perhaps senior?—with a stunned expression. The reality of Emma kissing me right before her eyes and even touching my p3nis must have been too much to process.

After all, Emma was a married woman and mother of two children.

When I first met her at the shopping mall, she scolded me like a strict parent, saying, “Don’t show such a sign to children.” For someone like that to kiss a man who isn’t her husband and touch his most private parts… It’s no wonder Alex couldn’t believe it.

That’s why she couldn’t stop Emma.

All that’s left is the forced request from her senior and a strange Asian man.

In America, where whoever says it first wins, Alex has no choice but to accept the request.

 

“Were you having an affair with Emma?”

 

I reluctantly shake my head at the ominous word “adultery.” It’s true that I had s3x with Emma, ​​but I don’t think of it as an affair at all. If I had to say, it’s a bit of an unavoidable force in this free s3x country.

 

“Of course. A woman with such an ideal husband would never cheat. Besides, a dull Asian like you could never fvck a woman like Emma.”

 

Even when confronted with the blatant insult “dull Asian,” I didn’t retort. Because there’s no way an Asian man like me could have s3x with a beautiful white woman (with big br3asts, no less) like Emma.

My bizarre s3x life was nothing more than a fluke. Just some kind of mistake, that’s all.

 

“I’m taking this job because Emma, who I consider my benefactor, asked me to. But I’ll charge you forty percent extra and make sure you pay properly. Don’t even think about paying with your body—that’s Emma’s joke. I’d rather die than accept that kind of payment.”

 

Alex’s attitude was a sixty percent cool, business-like demeanor. The remaining forty percent brimmed with hostility, as if saying she’d never entertain the idea of developing a relationship beyond master and disciple with me, even if it meant death.

Personally, I’d have preferred learning to drive from a kind woman like Alicia at Stanley Farm. But when it came to looks and chest size, Alex didn’t lose out to anyone.

Truth be told, I felt more anxious than anything about driving lessons with a woman like her.

If I were to become aroused by Alex in the small space of the car, it was obvious to everyone that she would break my p3nis along with the shift lever.

 

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“Hey, you got a Social Security Number? You’re not trying to get a driver’s license with a tourist visa, are you?”

 

Before starting the driving lesson, we went through some basic procedures at the counter. It wasn’t really a proper process—just a casual English questionnaire from Alex, who seemed half-heartedly engaged. That’s where I ended up stumbling badly.

 

“I don’t have a Social Security Number. My visa is B-2.”

 

The moment I answered, Alex’s head slumped forward dramatically. Her contorted expression clearly asked, “Are you serious?”

SSN stands for Social Security Number, which is essentially the American equivalent of Japan’s My Number system.

The Social Security Number is assigned to every American citizen. Naturally, since I don’t live in the United States, I haven’t been issued one.

The B-2 visa, being of lower status than a commercial visa, is essentially a tourist visa. Compared to permanent residents of the U.S., my activities are significantly restricted.

Judging by Alex’s reaction, it seems I won’t be able to obtain a driver’s license.

Well, I had already suspected as much when Emma offered to introduce me to a driving school she knew.

 

“Emma, this guy doesn’t even have a Social Security Number. There’s no way he can get a driver’s license.”

 

Without hesitation, Alex called Emma. She must be explaining that, since it’s legally impossible, she should just take this deadweight back home.

 

“No. You have to get Daisuke a license no matter what. He has to get to Maine on his own.”

 

I could hear Emma’s voice through the smartphone. Surprisingly, she was taking a very forceful stance against Alex. That said, there’s no point in forcing something impossible. As just an employee at a driving school, there’s nothing she can do about it, I thought.

 

“If you throw Daisuke out here, I’ll never forgive you. I won’t let you forget what you did to me.”

 

I could tell that Alex, holding the smartphone, froze instantly. While Emma’s tone was indeed forceful, there seemed to be another reason that made Alex freeze.

 

“Take him to Maine. This is an order. If he can’t get a license, why don’t you let him get a provisional license and ride with him to Maine?”

 

The tone was delivered with a smile, yet carried an icy chill. Even without understanding the words, the lingering resonance left my spine frozen. Ms. Emma mercilessly hung up, leaving Ms. Alex, who had been left speechless again, to bury her head in her hands once more.

 

“…This is what you get for your own actions.”

 

After some time spent with her head in her hands, Ms. Alex finally let out a resigned sigh. It seemed that she had decided to make me get my license or do something similar. I didn’t intend to ask for anything myself.

 

“I don’t owe you anything, but since Emma asked, I’ll get you a provisional license right now. If this gets discovered, I’ll lose my job, but I’ve got no other choice.”

 

I felt that she used ominous words like cheating and dissent, but I could feel her desperation as a non-native English speaker. That’s how “scary” Emma must be to Alex.

 

“I’ll say this up front: you’ll be taking the written test properly. Every time you fail, it costs thirty bucks. Keep failing, and you’ll just keep piling up the charges.”

 

“Huh? What?”

 

Before I could make sense of it, I was led to a computer. The screen displayed English sentences with YES or NO answer fields. Judging by the content, this appeared to be some kind of driving knowledge test.

A test out of nowhere.

And everything was in English, none of it registering properly. How could I possibly answer questions about North Carolina driving regulations when I barely understood Japanese traffic rules?

Essentially, it was a coin toss with a 50% chance of success.

There were 25 questions in total, and I needed to answer at least 18 correctly. There was no way I could pass on the first try.

 

“Are you really serious about getting your license…?”

 

Naturally, the results were abysmal. Even Alex was utterly astounded by my performance. Since I wasn’t here of my own volition to obtain a license, it was impossible for me to pass the test.

 

“At this rate, you’ll never get even a provisional license, no matter how long you wait. Pay the $30 for today’s test first. You should probably take all the practice tests next time.”

 

Alex demanded the $30 fee for one test right then and there. Of course, I couldn’t pay. Before coming here, Commissioner Sarah had confiscated all my assets.

 

“You’ve got some nerve trying to get a driver’s license with absolutely nothing. Were you planning to stiff us for the driving school fees too?”

 

Alex approaches with a calm fury. Given that my actions were equivalent to ordering a gourmet dinner at an upscale restaurant while completely broke, it’s no wonder she’s openly hostile.

 

“First of all, why is an asian like you hanging around Emma? And why would a married woman like her go out of her way to send you from South Carolina? Everything about this situation is bizarre.”

 

Alex insists our pairing is unnatural. I agree. No one would believe a third-rate Asian like me could maintain a physical relationship with someone like Emma for more than three days.

But since it’s true, I can’t say anything. Emma even offered me her car in exchange for s3x with me.

 

“Well, Emma’s always been a nice person, so maybe she wanted to help you when she saw how miserable you were. But now look at the mess she’s left me in!”

 

Alex had already given up, forcibly ending the written test. She must have figured that since she was helping someone who couldn’t get a license in the first place to obtain a provisional permit, cheating along the way wouldn’t change anything.

Alex took the written test for me and, naturally, got all the answers right, passing me with flying colors.

 

“Next is the driving lesson. Get ready to get in the car.” 

 

The drill sergeant glared down at me. By now, it wasn’t about whether I’d get my license or not—her goal was clearly to break me through this training. No doubt about it. Her eyes said it all. If I could just make enough noise, I might even get away without disobeying Emma’s orders. I could clearly hear that voice in her mind.

Just to be clear, I don’t have a driver’s license. Not just an American one—I’ve never obtained a driving permit in any country. In other words, I’m a complete driving novice.

Here I am, about to start the engine of the station wagon Emma gave me, sitting in the driver’s seat. Next to me is a tall, tanned Caucasian beauty with black hair. She looks cool and collected, but her curves are so alluring they’re almost dangerous.

She’s taller than me, a man, which alone tells me she lives in a different world. Like Emma, her facial features are unnaturally perfect. Even breathing the same air in this enclosed car makes me feel overwhelming awe.

 

“Turn the key.”

 

I follow the instructions, turning the key in the cylinder. A loud engine roar echoes through the vehicle. It’s a bit unfair since I got this for free, but Emma’s station wagon is quite old, and I can tell it’s falling apart in many places. This excessively loud engine noise is one of them.

 

“What is this noise? This thing will definitely break after one trip to Maine.”

 

Even Alex frowned at the strange noise. Though she was a professional driving instructor rather than a mechanic, her daily experience with cars probably gave her enough knowledge to recognize issues. It was a stark contrast to my own complete ignorance about vehicles.

 

“Well, never mind. Just drive around this area for a bit. Let me make one thing clear—I’ll kill you if you even hint at dangerous driving.”

 

Alex stood with her arms crossed, exuding the attitude of a drill sergeant more than a teacher. The idea of driving around seemed absurd—how could I make this thing move forward? I’d driven go-karts before, but those things just shot forward when you pressed the accelerator.

 

“…Okay.”

 

I timidly step on the accelerator. The engine noise gets louder, but the car doesn’t move at all. Thinking that maybe I’m not stepping on it enough, I press the pedal further, and the sound of the broken engine roars inside the car.

 

“Are you trying to pick a fight with me?”

 

Alex’s temples throbbed visibly, her irritation palpable. She might have thought I was messing around, but I was dead serious. The car refused to move forward despite my foot flat on the accelerator – I had no idea what was wrong.

 

“Gearshift!”

 

“Huh? What?”

 

The sudden roar of her voice threw me into confusion. Only then did I notice her pointing at a lever between the driver’s seat and passenger seat, her face contorted like a demon. Snatching the lever in panic, I yanked it backward without understanding why.

 

“It’s not moving.”

 

The lever didn’t budge an inch. I pulled with all my strength, but it might as well have been bolted to the floor.

Watching my futile efforts, she shook her head in exasperation.

 

“Step on the brakes.”

 

“B-brakes?”

 

Do I need brakes to move forward?

More and more confused, I tried stepping on the pedal opposite the accelerator (the brake pedal). Then the lever, which shouldn’t have moved even with a lever, moved down two or three steps easily.

So this is how the car moves forward? Having finally grasped the basic mechanics, I slam hard on the accelerator.

That was a mistake.

 

“Stop!! Stop immediately!!”

 

The station wagon lurches forward with terrifying acceleration, immediately losing control. In a flash, it transforms into a runaway vehicle. The wagon bursts onto the road at a speed far exceeding my imagination, hurtling mercilessly toward the utility pole directly ahead, its trajectory leaving no room for mercy.

 

“H-help me—”

 

I braced myself for death and prayed to God. Though I’d never believed in deities, in this Christian country, God was about the only thing left to cling to.

 

“Take over!”

 

But that’s what you’d expect from a driving school instructor. Alex grabbed the wheel just before the car hit a utility pole and avoided the car accident with exquisite steering assistance. In Japanese driving schools, you might imagine that there is a brake on the passenger side, but my car (or rather Emma’s car) didn’t have one, so she had to avoid a serious crisis by steering only from the side.

Naturally, given the precarious position, Alex’s ample bust ended up pressed against my shoulder. The fullness unique to American women, combined with the firm resilience beneath her bra, created an undeniable pressure. Though I’d just narrowly escaped certain doom, my lower body betrayed me by responding to the sudden contact with Alex’s br3asts. Truth be told, I’d been on edge since we first entered the vehicle together, so this unexpected development caught me completely off guard.

 

“Take your foot off the accelerator pedal!”

 

As an instructor, Alex remained utterly focused, completely oblivious to our physical contact. Still pressing her American Busty against my shoulder, she maneuvered Emma’s station wagon to the roadside.

By the way, even when we were parking on the side of the road, Alex gave me step-by-step instructions, and she was the one who pulled the lever to stop the car.

For her, this was no longer a lesson, but a life-threatening emergency.

The proof lay in the unmistakable sweat glistening on Alex’s forehead—she who was always so composed. Even she must have panicked. Of course, I was far more flustered than she, but the sensation of her br3asts pressing against my shoulder left me utterly disoriented.

That’s why I wanted to explain.

Otherwise, Alex would surely beat me to death.

 

“Huh?”

 

When she saw my rock-hard erection in this situation, Alex’s face turned into an absolute zero-degree expression.

Well, it made sense. She nearly died because of this guy, yet here he was with his c0ck standing at full attention.

Normally…

Even if not normally, you’d probably want to kill him, too.

Alex was the type who would act first and think later. I braced myself for death on the spot.

Saying “I braced myself” might make some people assume I wasn’t killed. But Alex wasn’t that kind of soft-hearted person. She was going to “execute” me in the most agonizing way possible for a man in this situation.

 

“So… you really want to die, don’t you?”

 

“Huh? What?”

 

Alex grabbed my crotch with a demonic expression. Some people might still be imagining erotic scenarios at this point, but they’re completely wrong.

I’ve already called Alex’s actions an execution.

Since it’s an execution, there’s no way it could turn into a handjob or blowjob like some guy’s fantasy.

She gripped my c0ck with her palm, squeezing it with all her might – like a vice that could crush iron.

 

“Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”

 

Naturally, instead of pleasure, searing pain shot through my groin. My rock-hard erection was clutched in the hand of a black-haired beauty, and the unimaginable agony struck the most sensitive part of a man’s body.

My stiff c0ck is gripped by a cool, dark-haired beauty with tanned skin.

It might seem like a reward, but my lower body was hell. With my p3nis completely engorged, there was nowhere for the pressure to escape – every ounce of her squeezing force struck my manhood directly.

Pain beyond pain.

Agony surpassing all mortal suffering.

If she grips me any more, I won’t be able to recover.

Thinking this, I looked at her with a puppy-like gaze, but Alex, her eyes bloodshot, was trying to crush my c0ck completely.

 

“S-Stop! Stop, Alex!” 

 

I pleaded silently through the excruciating pain. But she didn’t cease her torture, her eyes brimming with murderous intent as she prepared to crush my manhood with both hands.

 

“Don’t you dare fvck with me! You Asian bastard, think you can kill me?!”

 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, let go!”

 

“Shut up! You fucking Jap! How dare you have such a cocky d1ck! I’ll grind it into dust so you never pull that sh1t again!”

 

Crushing your d1ck is torture in any country.

With her mind solely focused on crippling my lower body, Alex repeatedly tried to crush my crotch. Each attempt brought waves of agony, but even with all her strength, a woman’s grip couldn’t possibly crush a fully erect c0ck.

Of course, the intense pain continued unabated, but humans eventually grow accustomed to any kind of pain. Gradually, Alex’s grip weakened, and the stimulation became akin to a firm p3nis massage, causing my erection to grow even harder.

Soon, the hand’s movements felt almost like a proper massage, and my lower body began to experience pleasure far more intensely than pain.

 

“You… you’re completely underestimating me, aren’t you?”

 

Perhaps irritated by my composed demeanor, Alex directed an even more murderous gaze at me. My lower body was drenched in pre-cum, the tip of my tent threatening to leave a damp patch on my pants.

This time, she’ll really kill me.

My intuition proved undeniably correct. Yes, Alex truly did intend to kill me.

 

“I’ll make you clearly understand the hierarchical relationship between white people and everyone else.”

 

“Ah—”

 

Suddenly, Alex’s hand movements shifted from crushing to something more lascivious, as if solely pursuing pleasure.

 

“I’ll make you cum until your balls are empty. By the time you’re crying and regretting it, it’ll be too late.”

 

“Ah! Ms. Alex?!”

 

In the car, she exposed my crotch. At first, she looked startled, but quickly switched to her second “punishment” mode, starting to jerk me off.

Her movements were completely different from before—lewdly squeezing, like the hands of someone from the free s3x country, America. My groin couldn’t take it anymore, teetering on the edge of eruption.

 

“Don’t come yet. I’ll properly train your cheeky d1ck before letting you cum.”

 

“Ah, Ms. Alex—”

 

She massaged my shaft with her hand, applying just the right pressure to my balls. Though she scorned my hairy crotch as “wild animal-like,” her touch when stimulating my p3nis remained tender.

 

“No, don’t come yet. You’ve got a massive load stored up in those balls, don’t you?”

 

Ms. Alex stopped her stimulation just before I reached climax, preventing me from coming. By now, she had complete control. With her beauty and great body, she must have plenty of sexual experience. Training a virgin like me would be child’s play for her. As if to prove this, her hand repeatedly drove my c0ck to the brink of orgasm, then pulled back at the last moment to stop the waves of pleasure.

 

“I absolutely hate it if you don’t cum on my face. You know what’ll happen if you cum here, right?” 

 

She spoke with a domineering air that matched her appearance, yet her actions defied her words—she provocatively placed her face mere inches from my glans.

The handjob continued unabated.

Her rhythmic massage of my balls persisted, alternating between firm and gentle strokes.

If I came now, my semen would splatter across her face.

I’d be killed for sure if that happened.

But the thought of it… It would be utterly blissful.

As I endured this hellish handjob and ball massage, I could feel Alex’s breath directly against my glans.

Does she secretly want a facial too? I wondered. Is that why she’s provoking me like this?

While indulging in these self-serving thoughts, I mentally pictured my semen repeatedly covering Alex’s beautiful face.

My imaginary girlfriend would defeat me every time, but my primal instinct to spray my seed on this supreme female easily overpowered my rational mind.

 

“Ahh! Ms. Alex! I’m cumming!”

 

I forgot everything—this was inside a car. Ms. Alex’s face was right in front of my c0ck. I didn’t just forget these things—I became acutely aware of them as I unleashed all my semen onto her face.

 

“Ahh!”

 

The semen wouldn’t stop. All the pent-up fluid from being held back came rushing out with terrifying force. It was like firing a bullet of cum, so violent that I wondered if it might hurt Ms. Alex as I repeatedly slammed my seed into her face.

 

“What a fucking mess you’re making, you monkey…”

 

What a satisfying ejaculation.

But the more pleasurable the ejaculation, the more regretful it was. Ejaculating after she’d publicly declared that she hated facials. Not just any face, mind you—this was an urgent, unavoidable facial. Instead of being crushed, I feared my c0ck might be torn apart. I braced for some horrific outcome, but what awaited wasn’t a furious shout or icy murderous intent, but rather.

 

“…That’s enough for today.”

 

The instructor’s calm declaration hung in the air.

 

“Huh?”

 

Still bewildered, I found myself alone in the vehicle. Alex opened the door and exited without a word.

Her chest and face were drenched in semen, yet she returned to the office without bothering to wipe it off.

That’s enough for today—does that mean there’ll be more tomorrow?

His driving skills were lethal enough to kill someone.

To top it off, he got his d1ck hard and even came all over the instructor’s face, without any punishment.

All that remained was the semen-stained driver’s seat.

A man was left alone in a car that he legally couldn’t even drive.

Though I knew a single ejaculation wouldn’t suffice, masturbating in this public place was out of the question. I hastily tucked my c0ck back into my pants.

Will there be driving lessons with Alex tomorrow?

As this question lingered in my mind, I remembered my current state of poverty and felt a pang of despair.

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North Carolina, Whiteville

Current Balance: $0

Possessions: A single suit, myself, and a nearly broken-down station wagon

Day 9

Eric Driving School – Written Test (Cheated through)

Eric Driving School – Driving Lessons (Forced termination due to Daisuke’s reckless driving)

1 ejaculation on Alex’s face

Remaining Funds: $0

Route: Fair Bluff → Whiteville

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