Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 6

“This is getting pretty bad…”

I sat on a bustling street in Boston, gazing up at the sky between the skyscrapers.

It had been five full days since I parted ways with Ms. Melissa. To put it bluntly, I hadn’t slept with any white women since then.

The problem wasn’t just pent-up sexual frustration. On this journey, s3x was my sole source of income. Five days without sleeping with a white woman meant five days without any income or rewards.

The food Ms. Melissa had given me ran out two days ago.

The bottled water I’d been rationing was empty since last night. I’d heard that American tap water is safe to drink, like in Japan, but I was too afraid of getting sick to try it.

In short, I hadn’t made any progress beyond Boston.

Worse still, with my food supplies dwindling, I couldn’t even afford to stay here. Unlike the countryside, city dwellers were more detached, and the police were strict, making it impossible to even stand on the street with my protest signs.

“I hope I don’t just dry out like this…”

Sarah wouldn’t let things go that far, but as I’m now on my third day of fasting, she shows no signs of offering any help. Ms. Melissa, unable to bear the sight, once tried to bring me supplies, but the black-suited guards intercepted her, citing rule violations. Sarah seemed determined to see this project through to the end.

I knew Sarah was running a business.

I also knew that my rent and the living expenses for my wife and children came from her profits.

I hate to admit it, but I’m essentially practicing polygamy in Japan, which means my living expenses are astronomical. I know Hollywood actress Katherine helps out to some extent, but as the head of the household and a man, I feel obligated to earn my own keep.

But if things continue like this, I’ll truly starve to death.

Being larger than the average Japanese man, I burn through calories quickly. Someone, please give me food. Give me calories!

Yet my pleas went unanswered, and my fast dragged on for another four days.

I was truly going to die. Lost in empty thoughts, I began searching the streets for paper and a pen to write my will when…

“Still pulling off reckless stunts, I see.”

Was that a hallucination?

I thought I heard Japanese for the first time in ages.

That cool, dignified voice was familiar to my ears.

“N-Nishizono-san…?”

My university classmate, Kaede Nishizono, was standing there.

With her crisp, short hair and elegant attire, she possessed undeniable beauty, having won the university’s Miss Contest four years in a row. Her shapely br3asts were slightly bigger than they had been in college.

“Don’t call me Nishizono-san, call me Kaede. I am your wife, after all.”

That’s right. Nishizono-san and I started having s3x through a strange turn of events. Though we hadn’t legally registered our marriage, she was undoubtedly one of my wives. That’s why she goes by Sakagami Kaede at graduate school. And now, she was carrying my child. Her belly hadn’t begun to show yet, but she was pregnant with my child.

“K-Kaede, what are you doing in America?”

“What do you think? I missed you, of course. How could you abandon your wife in early pregnancy to travel to America alone? What were you thinking?”

This wasn’t exactly a vacation, but considering Kaede’s feelings, it might as well have been.

Instead of being there for my anxious girlfriend during her first pregnancy, I’m being dragged into this reckless scheme.

“Come home immediately. This is the unanimous decision of Daisuke Sakagami’s Wives’ Association. Over a hundred women are growing increasingly frustrated from not being able to have s3x with you. And their hatred for Sarah, who orchestrated this, is intensifying.”

Daisuke Sakagami’s Wives’ Association. It’s an organization of fifty women in Japan who are effectively married to me.

Sarah, who wants me to have s3x with as many white women as possible, and the women in the association, who can’t stand the idea of any more partners, have been at odds for ages.

Still, Ms. Kaede, aren’t you being a bit too reckless? You’re pregnant and supposed to be resting. And weren’t you supposed to be busy writing your master’s thesis right now?

“So, we’ve decided to end this project quickly. Of course, without causing any trouble for Sarah, our benefactor.”

Nishizono-san emphasized the sarcastic tone of “benefactor” with a defiant smirk.

The phrase “we” also bothered me, but its meaning became clear in the split second it took me to look up.

“Long time no see, Daisuke.”

Parked on the roadside in front of me was an ice cream truck. Leaning out of the driver’s seat was Ms. Amanda, an American woman with wavy black hair and tanned skin.

Wearing a black tank top that accentuated her ample br3asts, Ms. Amanda twirled an ice cream scoop like a pair of revolvers in a Western shootout.

“So, a wonderful story is about to begin. Amanda is an ice cream vendor in Boston. Naturally, Daisuke and she are meeting for the very first time.”

“Huh? Huh?”

I was confused by Nishizono-san’s sudden exposition of what seemed like a “setting.” It felt like she was about to launch into an impromptu skit, and I hesitated, but when she clapped her hands sharply, I realized the skit was really starting.

The following exchange was based on a script Nishizono-san had prepared in a sketchbook, which I followed with my eyes to avoid capturing it with the miniature camera hidden in my chest.

“Hey there, young man. You’re new around here, aren’t you? First time in Boston?”

“Y-yes.”

“So you wouldn’t know the name of Amanda’s Ice Cream, which every Bostonian has tried at least once?”

“I guess so.”

I continued acting, though I found it rather contrived. I was surprised by how enthusiastically Ms. Amanda was playing along, but since my last acting experience had been in an elementary school play, I couldn’t hide my nervousness.

“That’s your biggest loss in life. I’ll give you a special discount—$4.90 instead of the usual $5. Vanilla, chocolate mint, or caramel? Which one?”

Only ten cents off, even for a script? I thought inwardly, mentally rolling my eyes. I tried to guess where this skit was headed. Nishizono-san had declared she’d wrap up my project quickly. To end it, I needed to reach Maine, the final destination. And to get there, I had to have s3x with a white woman and get paid.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t have any money?”

“You can’t afford $4.90? You’re a better negotiator than you look. How about $4.85?”

Seriously, you’re haggling down to the cent? I thought, glancing at the script Nishizono-san had flipped open. The stage directions instructed me to exaggerate my poverty with dramatic gestures, but I had no idea how to act that out.

“I-I really don’t have a single dollar or even a cent. I can’t afford ice cream at all.”

“Oh? So you think my ice cream isn’t worth even a penny?”

Ms. Amanda’s cold gaze sent a chill down my spine, even though I knew it was just acting. I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a hint of resentment in her eyes for me leaving her behind in Japan, but that was probably just my imagination. Right?

“N-no, that’s not what I meant at all! I’d love to try it, but I really don’t have any money. Could I work for you instead and pay that way?”

I wondered why I suddenly wanted ice cream too, but I stuck to Nishizono-san’s script. I probably didn’t have a choice anyway.

“Work? As you can see, this is a one-person mobile shop. I don’t even need a cat’s paw.”

“Then how about being a promoter? I’ll advertise how delicious your ice cream is all over Boston!”

“Any Bostonian who hasn’t tasted my ice cream is a fraud. There’s no need for that.”

“Then how about this? How about I pleasure you sexually?”

The silence that followed, though likely staged, made me nervous. The script was so abrupt and poorly written, but the point was simply to create the illusion of Ms. Amanda and me meeting for the first time. The quality of the skit itself didn’t matter.

“Oh really? You’ve got some nerve, talking to me like that. A monkey-like Asian like you, having s3x with me? Maybe I’ll crush your balls in a blender and serve them as a new menu item tomorrow.”

The intensity and menace in her voice felt too real to be acting. Could Ms. Amanda actually be genuinely angry that I’d agreed to participate in this project?

Ms. Amanda continued to make provocative remarks, and before we knew it, we were in the empty back warehouse.

“Ahhh! What is this? I’ve never seen a p3nis like this before!”

We were both naked in the doggy style position, with Amanda thrusting from behind. For the first time in a while, Amanda’s beautiful private parts were gripping my rock-hard c0ck.

Having abstained from both s3x and masturbation for nine days, my c0ck was throbbing with pent-up desire. Or maybe it was just that Ms. Amanda’s raw pvssy felt too damn good.

Inside the refrigerated compartment of the truck, the dry, slapping sounds of flesh against flesh echoed. Her voluptuous, tanned br3asts shook violently, accentuating her explosive figure as they moved in sync with her violently shaking buttocks. It wasn’t just her; white women in general tend to be taller with higher waists, making s3x with them feel completely different from s3x with Japanese women. Of course, s3x with Nishizono-san, who was waiting outside, felt amazing too.

“Ah! How can a Japanese guy have such a huge p3nis?! It’s so hard, curved, and thick—How unfair is that?!”

Ms. Amanda, drenched in sweat despite the freezer’s air conditioning, was completely absorbed in our s3x. She often said things like, “How can a Japanese guy be so amazing?” so I knew she meant it, not just acting.

“Ah! It’s incredible! A Japanese p3nis feels so good!”

Ms. Amanda surrendered her entire lower body to me, offering herself completely. Her v4g1na, larger than most Japanese women’s, gripped my c0ck tightly, making me feel like I was about to come just from that. But then—

“Amanda! What are you doing slacking off?!”

The freezer door slammed open, revealing a figure. Standing there was another White woman with a busty figure and a voluptuous rear, just like Ms. Amanda.

The woman with the gently swaying, shoulder-length blonde hair was Alicia Stanley, the female farm owner of Stanley Farm.

“Ah! Sorry, Boss! Let me finish work early today and keep fucking this guy!”

“What are you saying, Amanda?! You’ve made the entire ice cream warehouse reek of semen! Do you even realize what you’ve done?!”

It seemed Alicia was playing the role of the ice cream truck owner. Given Amanda’s age, her boss would have to be relatively young, but I never expected Alicia to participate in such a skit.

“And… to think you’d stoop to an Asian man! Your pride has truly hit rock bottom.”

Alicia glared down at us, still joined together, her contempt palpable. Even though I knew it was just acting, her gaze made me feel genuinely humiliated. Yet Amanda’s vaginal walls continued to grip me with such exquisite pleasure that my hips refused to stop moving.

“It’s so thick… And with this length, I can’t believe it’s human… It’s like a horse’s.”

A hint of her farmer’s instincts showed, but I didn’t press the issue. According to their script, Alicia, the owner, was supposed to “get turned on” by watching me have s3x. So what awaited me next was, of course,

“Ahh! What is this?! That p3nis is unbelievable!”

Somehow, Alicia got dragged into the s3x, ending up with her ass thrust toward me.

Her firm, massive ass rivaled Amanda’s. Her firm br3asts bounced wildly with every thrust.

The word “MILF” seemed to have been coined specifically for her.

“Ahh! It’s amazing! It’s hitting deep inside me, and I can’t resist it anymore…”

After giving birth to Carol, her eldest daughter, Alicia had a child with me as well. Yet her tightness remained remarkably firm, defying the expectations of a woman who had given birth. Her folds writhed and clung to my c0ck, driving me to the brink of madness.

“Ahh! Amazing! Come! Splash all of your Japanese semen into my white pvssy!”

Alicia tightens her vaginal walls violently in time with my thrusts. She was the epitome of a seductive married woman. Even after we effectively remarried, the illicit thrill of having s3x with her never faded.

“Ahh! It’s coming! Your Asian genes are entering me…”

I unleashed my seed deep within her contracting womb. Draining every last drop from my testicles, the sensation of impregnating a mature White woman filled me with an overwhelming sense of conquest, no matter how many times I experienced it.

“Daisuke, it’s my turn next, right? Hurry up and penetrate my pvssy with that Japanese c0ck.”

Ms. Amanda revived my limp p3nis, freshly softened after ejaculation, by sandwiching it between her magnificent br3asts. Not only that, but Alicia also pressed her ample bosom against my face, leaving me trapped between the two White women’s massive br3asts.

In such a situation, it was impossible for my primal instincts not to surge.

“Ahhh! Daisuke! How are you so incredible?! I can’t even remember what Edgar’s c0ck was like anymore—”

“Ahnn! Me too! I can’t remember anything about other men’s cocks! Your c0ck is the only c0ck in the world! Ahhh!”

Alicia on top, Amanda below. Facing each other, their private parts intertwined as I alternately thrust my raw p3nis into them.

The sight of their gigantic br3asts pushing and mashing together was the most beautiful sight in the world.

Actually, I feel like people might have guessed that we already knew each other, but the alternating penetration into their pussies felt so good that I didn’t care about that at all.

“Oh! I’m cumming again! With a c0ck other than my husband’s, even though I just came–“

“I’m cumming too, Daisuke! Now impregnate my uterus with yours!”

“Oh! You both feel so good!!!”

I pounded my hips frantically, enjoying the pussies of the two white women. Barely remembering the turn, I pressed my glans against the depths of Amanda’s cervix just as I was inserting myself into her.

“Aaaahhh!! I’m cumming!!!”

With my c0ck still pressed against her cervix, I ejaculated steadily. I didn’t stop once, but instead ejaculated again and again, making Amanda’s large body bounce again and again. Creampieing a white woman while making her cum is the best, no matter how many times I do it.

“Daisuke, hurry up and impregnate me again. Carol’s been waiting eagerly to be pierced by you, too.”

Ms. Alicia, still straddling me after my recent ejaculation, shifted into a cowgirl position. Her massive br3asts loomed above me, an overwhelming sight from below. Even after two children, her areolas remained so pale—White women truly are remarkable. The mother and daughter had recently immigrated to Japan and joined Daisuke Sakagami’s Wives’ Association. Mentioning Carol’s name would surely expose our relationship, but I trusted they’d edit that part out.

“Mmm…!”

Ms. Alicia straddled me, burying my p3nis deep inside her again. Though she usually comes across as a refined married woman, she’d become surprisingly sexually assertive lately. It was only recently that I’d begun to grasp the bottomless nature of human sexual desire.

“Ah, ah…!”

And Alicia, without hesitation, began to move her hips above me. Watching her massive br3asts sway right in front of my eyes while my c0ck felt so good was the ultimate stroke of luck. Why was s3x with Alicia so incredibly pleasurable?

“Ah, Daisuke… your c0ck is just… amazing!”

And now Alicia uses words like “c0ck.” If this wasn’t my ultimate desire fulfilled, I don’t know what is.

It was precisely because I was surrounded by these White women that I decided to take multiple wives.

How could I possibly choose just one from among them?

I must have been a virgin for a thousand lifetimes in my previous life, and now, by some twist of fate, I’m experiencing all those lost relationships at once.

There’s no other explanation. How else could I, of all people, be having raw, unprotected s3x with a different White woman every day?

“Ah! I’m coming again! Daisuke, give me your cum!”

I slammed my semen into Alicia’s tight pvssy once more. With these two women, I felt like I had an inexhaustible supply. I could probably keep cumming inside them for three days and three nights straight.

“Ah! Ah!”

And this time, Amanda is on top.

Gripped by Amanda’s tight pvssy, I was having s3x with a White woman again.

Riding me hard, she thrust her hips wildly, her massive, bare br3asts bouncing up and down, left and right. Her pvssy clamped down firmly on my p3nis, the raw, primal sensation that only a raw pvssy can recreate.

“Ah! I’m cumming again! Daisuke!”

And then, in quick succession, I came inside Amanda.

With each thrust, Amanda’s large body shuddered violently as I slammed my semen deep inside her.

At this rate, we might really end up having s3x for three days and three nights straight.

If that happens, would Kaede, who’s waiting outside, get angry?

It could affect the baby too, so I really hope she can stay calm.

“You look like you’re enjoying yourself, Daisuke♪”

Kaede peeked her head through the freezer door, beaming at me. She’s definitely furious. Even as I thrust into Alicia’s pvssy, I felt a chill run down my spine.

I guess I need to brace myself for whatever’s coming.

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Epilogue

“So, I’m going to drive you to New Hampshire right now. That means we’ll have half a day together before you go.”

Nishizono-san sat in the passenger seat of the ice cream truck while Ms. Amanda drove. I ended up wedged in the middle of the three-person front seat.

Behind the second row of seats was all storage and space for selling ice cream, so Alicia had reportedly returned to Japan separately.

By the way, Nishizono-san, who was sitting next to me, was in such high spirits because we had just finished “doing things” in the back storage area. Since she was in the early stages of pregnancy, we couldn’t have s3x, but we did something similar. I flatter myself that I managed to satisfy her, even though she had been grumpy about not being able to participate in s3x. Well, I mostly just silently endured “various things” being done to me.

The truck, driven by Ms. Amanda, was now leaving Massachusetts, where Boston is located, and heading into neighboring New Hampshire. The goal of Nishizono-san and the Daisuke Sakagami’s Wives’ Association was to complete the project and bring me back to Japan. To achieve this, they were aiming for the goal using methods that could be considered, at best, half-cheating.

“I’m surprised Sarah agreed to this.”

Speaking of Sarah, she’s a penny-pincher who always tries to get me to earn as much money as possible. But the fact that those men in black didn’t stop this abduction means there must have been some kind of agreement behind the scenes. Nishizono-san, who’s sitting next to me, probably handled the negotiations.

“She said as long as there’s enough footage, it’s fine. Sarah’s main income now comes from selling videos, so if Daisuke can have s3x with White people in a way that fits the plan, that’s all that matters.”

As a result, Ms. Amanda and Ms. Alicia were sent from Japan as elite performers. Even though Nishizono-san is Japanese and won’t be included in the videos for sale, at least Ms. Amanda and Ms. Alicia have agreed to have their s3x videos with me sold as products.

“We’ve all been streaming our s3x with Daisuke online anyway, right? If this video sale was the groundwork for that, then her business acumen is truly remarkable.”

Despite the conversation revolving around her own embarrassing situation, Ms. Amanda remained remarkably composed. Well, she had mentioned working in the adult film industry before, but my wives in Japan were mostly ordinary women.

“They found my video online, too. It’s shocking that she debuted as a porn actress without her parents, friends, or even herself knowing.”

It seemed Sarah had been freely posting videos of women having s3x with me online, regardless of whether they were Japanese or foreign. Normally, this would be a major scandal, but the general reaction seemed to be, “Well, if it’s with Daisuke, it’s fine.” Even Ena had been forced to livestream her s3x with me, so in a way, all of them seemed to have developed a tolerance for this kind of thing. Sarah had simply capitalized on that tolerance for profit. Or perhaps she had uploaded their intimate moments without consent, specifically to create a business opportunity.

(Which meant I had also broadcast my own embarrassing moments to the entire world…)

“There are several relay points ahead where other women are waiting. The minimum requirement from that girl was one video per state, and we were arguing about who would pick up Daisuke, so it worked out perfectly.”

I didn’t understand what was “perfect” about it, but it seemed several more White women I knew were waiting for me ahead.

Having s3x with me beyond this point meant they would be making their porn debut, but they seemed to accept that. Of course, it was every man’s dream to have women want to have s3x with me so badly they’d go that far.

In any case, it seemed this project was finally coming to a successful end.

I was still a bit nervous about what kind of s3x the women waiting ahead would demand, but honestly, I was mostly relieved.

“You seem to be mistaken, but the real challenge will be after we get back home. I’m booked for s3x with twenty people a day for the next six months, so you might as well enjoy your luxurious trip while you can.”

“Huh?”

The unrealistic figure of twenty people a day left me stunned. Sure, I’d had s3x with around thirty people at once before, but doing that every day for half a year, without a break?

“By the way, you’ll need to save at least five rounds for your wife every night after those sessions. Everyone’s been building up quite a bit of frustration from not being able to fvck you.”

The casual way she dropped that bombshell left me speechless. What did everyone think my d1ck was?

“The greatest reproductive organ in human history.”

“God’s sacred d1ck.”

“I-is that so…?”

It’s good to be highly regarded, but being this desired is a bit much.

Well, compared to my virgin days, this is a god-tier situation, so I’ll gladly accept it. I’ll continue having s3x with plenty of White women and a decent number of Japanese women.

Honestly, I think I’m incredibly fortunate.

Of course, that’s assuming my d1ck can keep up.

Only God knows how long that will last.

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Note: The YouTube account was frozen 10 days after the project ended. However, it continues to generate substantial revenue from paid videos. When asked about the controversial video content, Katherine McBride simply commented, “I won’t deny it.”