Pennsylvania.

A state with the fifth largest population in the U.S., home to 13 million people, and boasting major cities like Pittsburgh and Philadelphia—places even someone unfamiliar with American geography would recognize.

Yet despite its urban centers, the majority of Pennsylvania’s landscape consists of tranquil dairy farms and grazing pastures.

The town where I was dropped off—Wyalusing—was a peaceful rural settlement, surrounded by rolling farmland that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The vast American sky.

The sheer scale of this country, where one could travel endlessly without reaching its borders, left me in awe. I found myself growing fond of this place.

If only I hadn’t been dragged into this ridiculous project…

 

“That’s just too much.”

 

Standing there on the vast land.

I was kicked out of Alex’s car for violating the rules, and I was to start this ridiculous project again penniless.

Thanks to this, I hadn’t eaten or drunk anything for half a day, and I had no idea how to get to Maine.

The hardest part of this trip was that I couldn’t hitchhike like I had on my previous journey.

If I could hitchhike, I could at least keep moving forward even without food or water. Even on a poverty-stricken trip, as long as I avoided starvation, I could still reach my destination.

But on this trip, every kindness from people had to be paid for with s3x.

There are very few women in the world who would have s3x with me, and white women at that, and finding such a willing woman in the deserted countryside is an extremely difficult task.

At a time like this, it would be a different story if I had someone to help me like Sarah or Alex, but unfortunately, I am the only one here. Even the black-suited observers watching me from somewhere wouldn’t help unless my life was in immediate danger.

I can’t go to every single house in this rural town and ask, “Will you have s3x with me?”, so honestly, my journey was at a dead end. I’m walking around with that “placard” hanging from my neck, but I’m worried that someone might report me. Well, there aren’t many people walking around in this town anyway.

 

“All there are are cows and horses.”

 

Along the road, horse and cattle barns lined the fields. Naturally, the smell of livestock hung heavy in the air. The state and scenery were different, but it reminded me of Stanley Farm. I’d worked there for a week once, surrounded by the earthy scent of soil and animals.

Having s3x with Alicia and Carol—the mother and daughter living on the farm—and impregnating both of them was something between a blessing and an accident. But the farm itself held no bad memories for me.

So the smell of cattle and horses had become irrevocably linked in my mind with Carol and Alicia’s voluptuous American bodies. Despite not having a single woman nearby, I found myself feeling slightly restless between my legs.

I was walking down the road, thinking about how wonderful it would be if I could meet a kind woman like Alicia here in Wyalusing and spend my days indulging in s3x, when suddenly, a voice spoke from behind me.

 

“Are you Daisuke Sakagami?”

 

I turned around, half-expecting to see a busty MILF like Alicia riding a horse. But instead, I found a plain white woman dressed in ordinary clothes. No horse in sight, of course.

I didn’t recognize her.

She was pretty and had big br3asts, but I’d never met her before. Yet she’d clearly just called my name. There shouldn’t be any acquaintances in this backwater American town, so how did she know me?

 

“Y-Yes.”

 

There was nothing I could do but answer.

When asked, “Are you Sakagami Daisuke?” and knowing there was nothing wrong with that, I answered affirmatively.

I felt like asking someone, “What’s wrong with that?” but unfortunately, in this country, such a choice seemed unwise.

 

“Then I will judge God to you.”

 

“Huh?”

 

I will pass on God’s judgment to you.

Mulling over these English words in my mind, I lost consciousness.

 

◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆

 

Long ago, I’d been knocked out this way before.

I think it was in Costa Rica.

After being struck by Diana, the boss of a gang, Familia, I woke up bound to a chair in a basement.

Now that Mrs. Diana has given birth to my first child, I no longer feel intimidated by her. To me, she’s just one of my wives, so there’s no fear involved. But during our first encounter, when I faced her with a shotgun, I was so terrified I nearly wet myself.

As expected, when I woke up this time, I found myself wrapped tightly in ropes.

Both hands were bound behind my back, my legs secured as well, and a gag was forced into my mouth.

The place reeked of dust.

Judging by the lack of windows, it was probably another basement.

Surrounding me stood a dozen or so white women.

Since I was lying on the floor, I had to look up at them. If I counted correctly, there were eleven.

All young blondes with decent-sized br3asts. With eleven women present, their personalities varied, but they all struck me as beautiful.

A gang of white women robbers?

But I looked very poor, and more importantly, they knew my name. The chances were high that they’d kidnapped me here with some ulterior motive.

 

“Now I’m going to bring down God’s hammer on you. Do you fully understand what sins you’ve committed?”

 

Her words reeked of religious fanaticism, bordering on cultish. Upon closer inspection, I noticed multiple bonfires arranged in a circle around me, and something resembling a magic circle etched into the floor.

Wh-what’s going on?

I wanted to ask, but the gag prevented any speech. They’d never intended to hear my explanations from the start. For reasons I couldn’t comprehend, they were determined to deliver divine judgment according to their own twisted sense of justice.

 

“This is the video you posted online, right?” 

 

(Huh?)

They pulled out several laptops from somewhere and started playing different videos on each one.

The content was all different.

But the theme was the same. Namely,

 

[“Ahh! What an amazing p3nis this is!”]

 

It was a video of me having s3x with a white woman. Several naked white women were being penetrated by me, moaning like they were in a porn video.

 

(S-Sarah was the one who released it!)

 

Sarah had been making money by selling videos of me having s3x with white women. I wasn’t valuable as an actor, so people probably bought them just for the women, but I never imagined so many would be circulating.

 

“Now you understand, right? No matter how many times you start your life over, you can’t make up for what you’ve done.”

 

(What is this about…?)

 

I shook my head vigorously, my face trembling as if on the verge of tears, pleading my innocence with my eyes. It wasn’t a video I released, but in America, it shouldn’t be a problem to upload uncensored videos. I’d heard that they were using a proper adult video site to sell the videos, so I had no idea what was wrong with this video.

 

“That attitude of yours is what deserves a thousand deaths.” 

 

The woman suddenly became very irritated.

Her expression made it clear she thought I was utterly clueless about the grave sin I’d committed.

The other women around her seemed to share her sentiment.

The grave sin that I had committed.

In other words…

“You are a non-white Asian, but you had s3x with a white woman, who is our kin. Anyone with even a little decent education should understand how unnatural and unforgivable that is.”

 

(Huh?)

 

Her claim left me utterly speechless.

If Asian-white s3x isn’t permitted, wouldn’t most international marriages around the world collapse? I thought, but this wasn’t the kind of atmosphere where such obvious retorts were tolerated.

In short, they are a group that does not tolerate s3x between non-white men and white women.

The female-only version of some three-letter alphabet cult.

It’s like a new religion that considers s3x between non-white men and white women to be absolute evil.

 

“What a horrifying video. A white woman opens her legs and allows an Asian p3nis to enter. Her God-given, noble body is being used to dispose of Asian monkeys’ semen.”

 

The women reacted as if they’d seen grotesque images. To me, every memory was happy and pleasurable, but to them, it must have been like watching a goddess from the heavens descend to mate with livestock. Even as I said it, I thought it was rude.

 

“These women are sinners who have fallen into adultery, but you, Daisuke Sakagami, are the root of all evil. We will pass judgment on behalf of God so that you will never do this again.”

 

(Eh, wait a minute–)

My last remaining garment, already rendered immobile by the restraints, was shredded into pieces by their scissors. The jeans that had accompanied me on this long journey became mere rags, and even my underwear was sliced, leaving me teetering on the brink of exposure.

Now, there was barely anything left to conceal my arousal.

Still bound and completely exposed below, I watched helplessly as they stripped away the remnants of my underwear that had barely clung to me.

 

“Oh, my god…”

 

Their reaction was as if they’d seen the devil himself.

But this wasn’t the devil—it was my c0ck. Was it really that repulsive an object…?

 

“This is the root of all evil. The devil who impregnated so many white women. I’m going to take care of that disgusting thing now.”

 

When I hear “taking care of it,” I think of titjobs, blowjobs, handjobs, etc., so I guess I’m just a s3x-crazed virgin.

No matter what my position, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to be surrounded by so many beautiful white women.

But that was until the leader of the group pulled out something.

 

(Seriously…?)

 

What she takes out is unmistakably a pair of high-branch loppers. The question of what she’s doing with such a thing seems pointless, given her cold expression… She’s serious. She’s actually trying to chop off my d1ck at the root.

 

(S-Stop it!)

 

“Don’t move! You’ll ruin my aim!”

 

At the leader’s command, the other women swarm around me and pin me down. Even if I were tied up, I could still struggle, so I thrashed my body with all my might to stop her “execution.”

 

“Hey! I told you not to move!”

 

Fortunately, her choice of the high-branch cutter has made it difficult for her to aim. If she really wanted to kill me, she could simply chop off my lower body, too, but her target remains the “root of all evil” rather than a full execution. Reluctant to become a murderer, she struggles to maintain her aim as I thrash about.

 

“At this rate…”

 

Frustrated that she couldn’t cut off my p3nis, she took out a different weapon this time.

Not a high-branch cutter this time, but a regular pruning shears.

The shorter length makes aiming easier, but she’s lost the advantage of the high-branch cutter, likely chosen because she didn’t want to touch me.

 

“Stop moving, dammit!”

 

Now that it was easier to aim, I thrashed my lower body even more desperately. If I stopped moving for even a moment, I knew I’d be done for.

That said, my physical limits were painfully obvious. Given enough time, my movements would inevitably grind to a halt.

However, she prioritized her desire to cut it off quickly and took the final, desperate measure.

 

“I shall now bring down God’s judgment upon you!”

 

She shouted like a spell as she grabbed my raging c0ck with her hands.

This sealed my fate. With all avenues of escape cut off, I could only watch helplessly as she sliced through my shaft from the base.

 

(S-st-stop! I’m begging you!)

 

But I also mustered the last of my strength and resisted. There was no way I was going to accept a body that would never be able to have s3x for the rest of my life so easily. If I lost my rod, the male hormones might turn me into a girl at heart, too!

 

“Ugh! Don’t move!”

 

With the woman still holding my d1ck, I move desperately.

The desire to live. The desperate wish to keep having s3x with women.

All of these combine to make me exert my superhuman strength in an emergency.

As a result,

my desire to survive is raised to its limit,

 

“No way.”

 

It was so hard that I was surprised.

Also influenced by her touch, my erection was higher and harder than ever before.

If you want to cut it off, go ahead and cut it off.

I’ll keep getting hard as a rock.

As if my c0ck possessed a will of its own, it radiated an overwhelming pressure toward the racist women.

 

“Everyone, look. This is the devil’s p3nis.”

 

I could sense the eleven white women collectively holding their breath.

Perhaps overwhelmed by my desperate will to live, they’d stopped trying to restrain me.

 

“This… can we cut it with scissors?”

 

Someone in the crowd said it. If it were just a metal blade against flesh, there’s no way it wouldn’t cut through. But since I was showing off my full-blown erection with obsessive determination, it must have seemed like an impossible task.

I wished they’d give up after this, but I knew I couldn’t maintain this full-erection state forever. Once time passed and it started to subside, they might declare, “Well then, let’s cut it.” So I needed to keep this erection going for as long as possible.

 

(Something to keep me aroused…)

 

I looked around to try to stay excited, even a little. There were eleven white women in total. They all had blonde hair, and they were all white women in their early twenties to early thirties.

Why are all American women like this? I thought, struck by how uniformly large their br3asts were. Their facial features were all equally refined, and their tall statures and long legs made me realize this was a fundamental difference in their race.

 

“What a horrifying sight…” 

 

Someone in the crowd murmured.

The only reason I could maintain this “horrifying” erection is because I’m fantasizing about having harem s3x with all eleven of the girls here. I fantasised about doing indecent things with white ladies, so much so that I wanted to tell them not to underestimate the power of the imagination of a former virgin.

 

[“Ahh!! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOOOD!!”]

 

Amidst this chaos, the open laptop continued playing footage of me having s3x with the white woman. The overlapping sounds of their moans and the dry slapping of flesh echoed through the confined space. The visual stimulation further intensified my arousal.

 

“Isn’t it too big…?”

 

“I’ve never seen anything this hard…”

 

“Look at the scrotum. How many gallons of semen do you think he’s storing in there?”

 

“If I get fucked with this… I’ll definitely get pregnant.” 

 

“Do all Asians have something this incredible?”

 

“Oh no… I’ve been imagining all sorts of things.”

 

The white women start murmuring. It was a really strange atmosphere. The women were observing my lower body, and in the background was the sound of the white women moaning as they were penetrated by me.

 

“It’s truly a devil’s c0ck, Don’t let yourselves be deceived. No matter how impressive, this is still an Asian’s c0ck.”

 

The leader of the group said to the other women.

I feel complicated because I feel like I’m being called a devil, but in a roundabout way, I’m being acknowledged.

But I mustn’t forget – these women are still trying to chop off my p3nis.

 

“But Melissa, we can’t cut it off like this. What should we do?”

 

learn from the other women that the leader’s name is Melissa. The women still want to cut off my p3nis, but they seem to have decided that it won’t work in this erect state.

 

“Now that things have come to this… Everyone, free only this man’s hands. Under no circumstances untie the ropes on his feet.”

 

My d1ck is still fully erect, but my hands are free. It may seem like I can escape, but with my legs tied, there’s no way I can stand up. I’m not Jack-O-Jack.

 

“You must make yourself cum to cut off your thing. That’s the only atonement you’re permitted.”

 

(Huh?!)

 

I nearly shouted, but the gag kept me silent. They were ordering me to perform public masturbation right here. And the reason? To calm my c0ck for easier cutting. They’re completely insane. Making me jerk off in front of this crowd? This is beyond unreasonable.

 

“I’ll cut your fingers off if you don’t.”

 

(Wait!)

 

The threat made her scissors click menacingly. I wanted to tell her that if she had the courage to chop my fingers, she might as well cut them off while I was erect, but I couldn’t say that either. Not that it mattered—I couldn’t speak at all with the gag in my mouth.

 

(I-I get it…)

 

Under the collective gaze of eleven white women brandishing scissors, I began stroking myself. I’d been forced to jerk off in front of girls before, but this was my first time doing it under the eyes of so many.

Naturally, I couldn’t get excited at all. It felt like my p3nis was going limp even as I stroked it.

But that wouldn’t be good. If it went limp, they’d put the scissors in right then and there. I had to keep my erection no matter what.

 

(White ladies, give me strength—)

 

I scanned the eleven white beauties surrounding me, pouring every ounce of my being into my imagination.

Miss Melissa and the others licked my c0ck, balls, n1pples, and ass hole thoroughly. They pressed their ample white br3asts against my hands, feet, and thighs with relentless abandon. Every inch of me was smothered in br3asts. Buried in the voluptuous mounds of these white beauties, I received relentless service to my shaft and balls.

The sight is blasphemous considering their ideology.

But could any man resist fantasizing when surrounded by such white beauties flaunting their ample cleavage? A virgin at heart would undoubtedly want to impregnate every beauty present.

I thrust into these women who believed whites were supreme, driving them to climax one after another. Though this fantasy seemed hopeless given my current situation, if my c0ck was going to be chopped off anyway, I wanted to indulge in the most vivid daydream before execution. Strip away racial and national barriers, and this scene becomes a single male surrounded by eleven females.

 

“What a crude masturbation technique…” 

 

The beautiful blondes were utterly astounded by my vigorous hand job.

Whether they were shocked that I could still get excited even while being watched, or overwhelmed by my desperate desire to live (to avoid being cut), either way, all the women present were captivated by the sight of my throbbing erection being worked over.

 

(Ah! I’m gonna cum!)

 

Perhaps spurred by my half-desperate strokes and the unique situation of being watched by these white women, I erupted with unprecedented force, spraying semen into the empty air.

Burst after burst, like a fountain, my seed shot into the void.

 

“Impossible…”

 

The women were shocked by the amount.

To be honest, I was also shocked, but I kept my cool and didn’t splash it on anyone, so I didn’t incur the women’s anger.

But I couldn’t relax here. If my c0ck went soft after ejaculation, they’d really cut off my c0ck this time.

I scanned the women around me again, imagining them piling on top of me once more. It was slower than before, but I felt myself growing hard again.

 

“Is this p3nis inexhaustible…?” 

 

One of the women said. The words caused a stir among the other women. It’s impossible for it to be inexhaustible in the true sense of the word, but I was confident that I could ejaculate at least ten times with these women.

 

“That’s ridiculous. Two more times and it’ll go limp.”

 

Melissa dismissed the idea of ​​an inexhaustible p3nis and ordered me to masturbate, saying, “Ejaculate one more time.”

With no choice but to obey, I found myself performing public masturbation before the white women again.

I held my rod in my hand and began to stroke it, still hard, up and down.

Since it was the second time, it would take some time.

But it’s also true that this situation brings me a unique pleasure.

Even while I’m masturbating, the ladies stare at my d1ck, and the sense of release doubles my excitement.

 

(I’m gonna cum again…)

 

Unable to hold back, I release another stream of white fluid from my tip in front of them. The humiliation is overwhelming – being observed in such a shameful state by these white women brings waves of shame and arousal crashing over me.

 

“What incredible force…”

 

“If this thing were to violate our uterus…”

 

“Melissa… can it really calm down after just one more round?”

 

Being watched made me even more excited, and my p3nis became even harder. I felt so excited that I could cum ten more times in front of these ladies. Perhaps sensing my “room to spare,” some of them made a certain suggestion to Melissa.

 

“What, there’s no way we can do that! What are you guys thinking!?”

 

Melissa looked flustered and scolded the other ladies. It seemed like they had said something outrageous.

 

“But isn’t this the only way? I think everyone here thinks the same as us.”

 

“Huh?”

 

At this point, Melissa and the other ladies were divided in their opinions. I don’t know how it all came to this, but since I wanted to escape, it was best for me to take advantage of the situation.

 

“From now on, we will directly punish you, an Asian. It’s too late to regret it. It’s your fault for showing off something like this in front of us white people.”

 

(What?)

 

The atmosphere shifted instantly. The girls who had been bystanders until now surrounded me, closing in as one.

They stared intently at my crotch with serious expressions. I’d foolishly assumed Miss Melissa was the extremist while the others were moderate, but now I realized that was a huge mistake.

If anything, Melissa was the more moderate. The older sisters must have gotten impatient when Melissa refused to cut off my thing and decided to do it themselves.

It was truly the end of everything.

This time, they would finally cut off my fragile c0ck.

Surrounded by white women on all sides, I realized this wasn’t just about severing my p3nis. They were determined to extinguish my very breath. Convinced of this, I closed my eyes—only to feel the gag sealing my mouth suddenly removed by someone’s hand.

 

“Hmmm–“

 

Something covered my lips.

It was warm and soft. And the feeling of her tongue being inserted unexpectedly made me open my eyes.

 

(Wh-what…?)

 

“Mmm, ah—”

The older sister who had declared that she would punish me was now kissing me, and our tongues were entangled. On the contrary, we even started to exchange thick saliva, and the situation suddenly started to take on a hint of carnal desire.

 

“Ahhh…”

 

Someone’s hand began to knead my semen-covered c0ck. Two… no, four. Four white women were simultaneously performing handjobs on me.

 

“It’s too hard… it feels like I’m touching marble.”

 

“Look at this glans. Such a wicked shape.”

 

“It’s more than twice as thick as my husband’s. Do penises like this exist?”

 

“It’s so hot I might get burned… if someone puts something like this inside me…”

 

Then, the other two women crawled into my chest. They took off my shirt, exposed my n1pples, and sucked on both my n1pples.

 

“Ah, that’s…”

 

The inside of my mouth, my n1pples, and my c0ck were all attacked at the same time. I couldn’t keep up with this unexpected turn of events. What are these racist women doing to me right now?

 

”Are you all sane?! This guy is Asian!”

 

Melissa, the only one who remained calm, stopped the women who were crowding around me. Of course. This is exactly what they are doing, because it goes against their ”doctrine”.

 

“Exactly because he’s Asian, Melissa! This man violated our white sisters with this ‘thing’ and turned them into slaves. Now it’s our turn to enslave him. We’ll all defile him, make him cum, and teach him whites can never be defeated.”

 

“W-What are you saying? That means we’d have to s-s3x with this man too?”

 

“We have no choice. It’s to demonstrate white superiority. Or are you afraid of this Asian’s p3nis, Melissa? It’s just some Asian c0ck, after all. How could we possibly enjoy this?”

 

“Are you serious…?”

 

Surrounded and tormented by the women (at this point, they were already using their tongues), Melissa stared at my rock-hard erection.

True enough, to a white woman, my c0ck might not seem particularly impressive.

But if they permit my invasion here, it would clearly contradict their very “doctrine.” Yet for some reason, no one seems to be discussing that point.

 

“Then I’ll prove it to you. That a man’s p3nis is nothing great. That s3x with him doesn’t feel good at all. That he’s just an Asian man. I’ll prove it with my own body.” 

 

“Alisa!”

 

The woman that Melissa called Alisa (a big sister type with blonde semi-short hair) took off all her clothes and straddled me. Even with her clothes on, Alisa’s bust was big enough, but it seemed that she was thin, and her bust covered almost half of my field of vision with its incredible power and volume.

 

“Mmm… Ahh—”

 

Without hesitation, Alisa sank my p3nis into her pvssy.

The white woman’s vaginal walls and erotic folds instantly clung to me. Under the watchful eyes of white supremacists, she had connected with an Asian man like me.

 

“Mmm, mmm—”

 

Miss Alisa began thrusting her hips violently. Her warm, moist vaginal walls enveloped my p3nis, while deep inside, her cervix kissed my glans.

 

“Alisa… Are you sure you’re okay?”

 

“Ah, of course! This c0ck isn’t anything special at all—”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes, it’s just a little hard and long, but Asian dicks like this aren’t remotely pleasurable—”

 

Even as she shook her massive br3asts with each violent thrust, she insisted my c0ck was utterly insignificant.

While that might have been true, it still hurt as a man. So I resolved to make her feel good, thrusting into her with exaggerated movements like a shrimp in reverse.

 

“Ahhn!”

 

She suddenly let out a moan. Seizing the opportunity, I thrust into Ms. Alisa with renewed vigor. My c0ck, thick at the base, scraped against her inner walls as I focused my pistoning motion on the most sensitive areas I knew women loved.

 

“Ah! No! That’s my weak spot!”

 

“How can this man move so well in this position…?”

 

“He’s definitely a demon. Look at that devilish c0ck of his!”

 

“What amazing s3x… If he does this to me, I won’t last ten seconds.”

 

“Look, his rod is going in and out of Alisa. If he thrusts deep inside me like that…”

 

“Smelling this man’s semen makes me want him to fvck me too.”

 

“You too? I’ve been unable to shake this fantasy of being violated like this for so long…”

 

“Why… why are all of you…?”

 

While I was having s3x with Alisa, all the other women, except Melissa, had somehow stripped naked.

Every single one of them was white.

With twenty beautiful, well-shaped white br3asts exposed, my thrusts went up another gear.

 

“Ahh, it’s amazing! This long, hard Asian c0ck is fucking me deep inside! Ahh, what kind of s3x is this?! Not cumming from this would be ridiculous!”

 

Alisa, half-desperate, began thrusting her hips wildly. It was now completely consensual s3x. As we devoured each other’s bodies, we finally reached the peak of pleasure—

 

“Oh!! I’m cumming!!”

 

Arisa climaxed, arching her provocative back. Her white pvssy was squeezing my d1ck, and she was begging for me to cum without a condom. And then,

 

“Ahh! I’m coming too! I’m gonna cum, Alisa!”

 

“Aaahhhn–!!”

 

A moment later, I released my semen into her womb. Her lower body convulsed violently, her soft buttocks swaying obscenely.

 

“An Asian man is cumming inside Alisa!”

 

“How disgusting. Look, the man’s p3nis is throbbing after ejaculating.”

 

“Ugh, but it’s impressive. Alisa’s pregnant now. She never mentioned taking birth control pills.”

 

“Despite being Asian, what a beast in bed… Is he saving enough semen for all of us?”

 

“Alisa, what do you think?”

 

The other woman asked the breathless Alisa. She kept my p3nis buried in her pvssy as if resigned to something.

 

“…This is definitely the best s3x I’ve ever had in my life. If I miss this manly p3nis, I’ll never meet another one…I’m glad I came with Melissa.”

 

“Is it really that amazing?”

 

“Asian s3x is amazing after all. My friend who has an Asian boyfriend said it was irresistible.” 

 

“You kept quiet about having such a friend?”

 

“Well, I guess that’s just how it is. I had s3x with an Asian guy when I was a student.”

 

For some reason, I could sense their unity crumbling audibly. There must have been underlying tensions among them – few were truly devoted to white supremacy. This was just a small community formed by acquaintances. The collapse of their ideology came surprisingly quickly. But at least one person still objected to this outcome.

 

“Everyone, come to your senses! This guy is Asian! I can’t imagine that a normal person would think that an Asian p3nis feels good!”

 

Melissa desperately tries to persuade them. However, the other women are already ready to go, with not only their n1pples but even their pussies exposed.

 

“Then prove it yourself. Have s3x with this Asian. If it feels good, we’ll disband the organization. If it doesn’t, we’ll change our minds. How’s that?”

 

“W-Why should I do such a thing?”

 

Melissa refused as if it were impossible, but the situation left no room for retreat.

In the end, cornered by the very women she had once led, she declared.

 

“This is… a test given to me by God. Being penetrated by an Asian d1ck is something that should never happen.”

 

Naked, she straddled me and pressed her pvssy against my p3nis.

For some reason, Melissa’s already wet pvssy easily swallowed my c0ck.

 

“Nngh, ah—!”

 

A breathy moan escaped her lips as my shaft was enveloped by her vaginal walls. The sensation differed from Alisa’s, and I could feel my c0ck growing even harder.

 

“Wait, don’t move so soon.”

 

“No, Melissa. I want him to give it his all from the start.”

 

“Huh?”

 

For some reason, the other members cut off all the ropes that were binding me. Now that I was free, I could attack Melissa as I wanted.

 

“Ah! No!”

 

I began by thrusting upward from below, and Melissa pressed her br3asts against me, clinging desperately. With both hands restraining her passive hips, I delivered a forceful piston to her deepest recesses.

 

“Ah! No! Even though it’s an Asian p3nis… the glans is rubbing against such sensitive spots—no! This is absolutely… it’s an Asian c0ck, but—!”

 

Melissa fought desperately, her cheeks flushed crimson as she gradually began to undulate her hips. Burying my face in her white, massive br3asts, I returned her restraint with vigorous thrusts.

 

“Ahh! So intense! This Asian c0ck… grinding inside me… It’s driving me mad! If I get impregnated by this, I’ll definitely… fall in love with this man!”

 

“Melissa, how’s the Asian c0ck?”

 

“Ah♡ It feels so good! So good! An Asian’s bare c0ck is the best in the world!!”

 

Melissa, finally defeated, collapsed against me, pressing her full weight against my chest. Feeling quite pleased with myself, I maintained our face-to-face position and continued to relentlessly thrust into her pvssy.

 

“Why is this so incredible?! For an Asian! For an Asian c0ck! If someone gets fucked raw like this, the rankings will be overturned! You’ll have to put ‘Asian c0ck’ at the very top of the classics! Ah, I can’t take it anymore! I’m gonna cum from this Asian raw-fucking c0ck—”

 

We moved in unison, our hips pounding wildly as we gave ourselves completely to the s3x. Even when Melissa’s br3asts and n1pples brushed against my face, she said nothing. Instead, she pushed herself closer, whispering, “This is yours now.”

 

“I’m gonna cum, Melissa!”

 

“Ahh! Come on! Punish this white pvssy with naughty thoughts with your big uncircumcised Asian d1ck!”

 

“Melissa! I’m cumming!”

 

I released all my semen into her womb. As if she’d been waiting for this, she thrusted her hips violently.

 

“Ahh, I’m cumming♡♡ A white woman’s cumming on an Asian c0ck! My whole white pvssy’s cumming from being fucked by Asian inferiority!”

 

Melissa’s pvssy clenched down hard, squeezing every last drop of my semen from me.

With that as a starting point, the other white women who had been bystanders joined in the s3x. It suddenly became a s3x harem of one man and eleven white women.

 

“Ah! It’s just as I thought! Even better than I imagined!”

 

“What’s with this p3nis, how many times do I have to cum before it calms down!?”

 

“Hey, it’s my turn next! Hurry up and punish my white pvssy!”

 

My body was being crushed by a sea of white br3asts, creating a surreal, dream-like chaos. Even as this happened, the doggy style position continued unabated. I was systematically defiling eleven white women in rotation, already on my second round.

 

“Hey, Melissa, let’s form a new organization. We’ll spread the gospel of Asian men’s incredible s3x to all white women worldwide. Then surely no white woman would ever sleep with a non-Asian man again.”

 

“Brilliant idea! You should organize it again, Melissa. We’ll follow you this time.”

 

“You won’t betray me again, will you…?”

 

“As long as I have this Asian d1ck, I will never betray you.”

 

“I won’t betray you either. I swear by God’s p3nis.”

 

“Blasphemy, Alisa.”

 

“Oh, I’m sorry. But don’t you think Daisuke’s p3nis is truly divine?”

 

No one objected to her words.

Instead, they silently conveyed their agreement.

I’m not sure if my p3nis and s3x life are truly that valuable…

 

“Ah! I’m cumming again!”

 

“I’m gonna cum from an Asian d1ck!!”

 

I thought to myself, in a sacrilegious way, that their br3asts and vaginas were truly those of goddesses.

 

Epilogue

 

“Ahh! Daisuke! Daisuke! Why are you so amazing?♡”

 

I thrust into the white woman on all fours from behind, enjoying the sight of her firm br3asts and voluptuous ass swaying. The folds of her pvssy, which are larger than Japanese women’s, wrap around my d1ck and squeeze me erotically as if asking for ejaculation.

The woman I’m fucking now is a white woman whose name I don’t know.

On the first day, I memorized the names, faces, and the feel of the br3asts of eleven white women I had s3x with. Actually, I was actively forced to remember each one. So why am I having s3x with a woman whose name I don’t know? Because the number of women kept increasing every day.

The first day was eleven. The second day was thirteen, and the third day was sixteen – the number of s3x partners kept growing steadily. They were all white women with big tits, probably members of the racist group originally led by Melissa. I don’t know who kept bringing them, but they all came and devoted themselves to having s3x with me without exception.

I had s3x with them every day without rest. At night, I slept, and when I woke up, I’d have s3x with over ten white women. They provided food and water, so it wasn’t too bad, but I felt half-imprisoned, forced to have s3x with these women. Well, their vaginas felt amazing, so it wasn’t too bad, but I started thinking my body might break down if I stayed here forever.

Still, Melissa and the others kept me there, and in the end, I ended up being forced to have s3x with multiple white women for five whole days.

I mean, having nearly twenty white women’s br3asts pressed against me all over my body was like a dream experience, but after fucking twenty or thirty white women every day, it was natural to start wanting a break.

 

“Um… I’d like to resume my journey soon.” 

 

On the morning of the sixth day, I timidly started.

Since everyone already knew about the project I was working on, there was no need to explain it from scratch. Still, it took more than ordinary courage for me to pull away from the white women who kept telling me they wanted to have s3x with me.

 

“Well… We did abduct you against your will, so I suppose this is inevitable. But we’ll have you sign something for us first.”

 

“Sign something?”

 

I thought they might make me write a document promising to acknowledge all children born to the women here or pay child support. But reality proved far more unexpected.

 

“As I said on the first day, we’ve decided to spread Asian men’s s3x to the world. We’ll make you the symbol and pinnacle of our efforts by appointing you as the Asian D1ck Promotion Committee’s honorary partner.”

 

“Huh?”

 

I couldn’t help but ask Melissa to repeat what she said.

The Asian D1ck Promotion Committee

The Asian D1ck Promotion Committee. A group advocating for Asian men’s p3nis. ADPC for short. Founded by Ms. Melissa, it was originally conceived as the polar opposite of white supremacist organizations.

 

“W-What exactly does ‘honorary partner’ entail?”

 

“When you come to America, you will have s3x with all of our members for at least a week. Of course, no condom, creampie. We will screen the members in advance and find white women that suit your taste, so don’t worry.”

 

“Y-You say ‘don’t worry,’ but…”

 

“If you don’t sign, we’ll keep you here for endless s3x sessions. Personally, I’d welcome that.”

 

“O-okay, I’ll sign.”

 

There was no room for refusal.

I signed the document as ADPC’s honorary s3x partner and was finally released from the basement. They reminded me to visit America every three months for their periodic newsletters before I could finally bask in the sun for the first time in six days.

 

“Where am I…?”

 

Looking at the basement of what must have been a building, I saw an urban landscape I’d never seen before.

Tall buildings stood like trees in a forest, and cars traveled back and forth on roads with multiple lanes. It was a big city, completely different from Wyalusing, where I’d been before losing consciousness.

 

“It’s Boston here.”

 

“Huh?”

 

I couldn’t believe my ears when Melissa, who came to see me off, said that.

Did she just say Boston?

Boston is a big city in Massachusetts. From Pennsylvania, where I was, it’s a city on the east coast that you reach by passing through two or three states, depending on the route.

I thought I’d been having s3x with Melissa and the others in Wyalusing. Even if not Wyalusing, I thought I’d been kidnapped somewhere in Pennsylvania. For them to make me travel across state lines like that, how long was I out?

 

“This is the ‘s3x Compensation’ you requested.”

 

Melissa handed me a big backpack. It contained a good amount of food and water. The girls also replaced the pants that had been torn to shreds with scissors.

This was the payment from Melissa and the others for the recent s3x act. The reason it wasn’t cash but physical goods was that when they confiscated the car and Alex, Sarah had actually imposed additional rules.

Namely, a ban on accepting money.

How merciless, I thought. But we were almost at Maine, our destination. If we got any substantial amount of money at this point, we could immediately spend it all on transportation and reach our goal.

Sarah was undoubtedly making profits from the project’s videos. This new rule was just a way to maximize those profits. It was a greedy decision typical of Sarah. Is she really fourteen?

 

“Thank you very much.”

 

“This is just a small favor.”

 

Melissa was always so dependable. Incidentally, when I asked how much the entire group of twenty-some members could pay if money were involved in our recent s3x act, she gave me a realistic estimate of $280,000 (about 36 million yen). It seemed they were all from quite affluent backgrounds. This proved that even the most radical ideologies tend to attract people from the upper classes.

 

“I’ll pray for your safe journey. And remember to have s3x with me every three months.”

 

She said “me” instead of “us.”

Realizing this was a personal matter rather than something related to the new group’s leadership, I bid farewell with a deep kiss and embrace from Melissa. Then I left the underground organization, which had undergone such a complete transformation in its activities.

If this is Massachusetts, then Maine—the goal—is two states away, separated by New Hampshire.

As the end of the project approaches, I can’t help but feel anxious about how far I can go without being able to exchange money.

Can I really finish this journey?

How many white women do I need to have s3x with before reaching Maine?

I stride through Boston, a bustling city I don’t know, completely clueless about everything.

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Pennsylvania

s3x partners:

Melissa Granderson (25)

Alissa Westergaard (27)

Other white women (22)

Compensation:

A travel pack full of water and food

A set of travel clothes

Day 15:

Wyalusing—Abducted by Melissa and the others

Day 16:

Unconscious (Travel day)

Day 17:

Mysterious basement—s3x with 11 white women all day

Day 18:

Day 19: A full day of s3x with 13 white women in a mysterious basement.

Day 20: A full day of s3x with 16 white women in a mysterious basement.

Day 21: A full day of s3x with 21 white women in a mysterious basement.

Day 22: A full day of s3x with 24 white women in a mysterious basement.

Day 23: Released in Boston.

Remaining funds: None

Possessions: Backpack, water, food

Route:

Wyalusing → Boston

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