Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 2
“Hi, Daisuke.”
“Снова ты.” (It’s you again.)
“Vous encore JAP.” (You again, JAP.)
“Huh?”
When I entered the room, three more white women greeted me.
The first was American girl Sara with a ponytail – the one who’d set me up in a honey trap in Los Angeles and then followed me to the wilderness for s3x.
The second was Aleksandra, the cool beauty who’d slept with me on the first day of the Trans-Siberian Railway and given me her first-class ticket.
The third was Emily, a high school girl who’d had s3x with me in a French underground passage.
Including the previous seven, that made ten in total.
These white beauties, neither aggressive nor passive, sat surrounding me in a circle.
I thought this many people would surely crowd the apartment room, but Takuma’s room had been converted into a massive space by knocking down the wall to the next room. By my rough estimate, it was nearly twenty tatami mats wide.
If my memory serves correctly, Takuma used to live in a cheap six-tatami mat apartment.
I wanted to ask “Why?” but Takuma, the room’s occupant, was just lying on the bed, shoved into the corner, sleeping as if dead.
“We came here to have s3x with you, Daisuke.”
“Huh? What?”
We came here to have s3x with you, Daisuke – naturally, I didn’t understand what Catherine said on behalf of the ten women.
Did I mishear her English?
No, after traveling through Europe and America for weeks—even if my skills were rudimentary—I shouldn’t have failed to grasp such basic English.
There were even women from Spanish and Russian-speaking regions present, yet not a single one objected.
The only exception was Emilia, who’d entered the country with me. When Aleksandra, seated beside her, explained the situation in Russian, Emilia simply agreed with Katherine’s statement, saying something like, “Ah, if that’s all, I suppose it’s fine.”
Emilia.
Liz.
Ms. Amanda.
Ms. Diana.
Ms. Katherine.
Silvia.
Ms. Stacy.
Sara.
Ms. Aleksandra.
Emily.
They were all women who had slept with me, but the idea that they’d all come to Japan specifically for s3x with me was beyond belief.
Ten white women in total.
All of them were stunningly beautiful with massive br3asts.
Overwhelmed by their overwhelming allure, I still felt relieved that one particular woman wasn’t present.
Ena, the woman I’d met in Estonia.
If the woman I planned to propose to once things settled down were here, I’d be abandoned without even a “p” in “proposal.”
“Who are you looking for?”
Who exactly are you searching for?
Ms. Katherine’s icy tone sent shivers down my spine.
The other women seemed to be giving off a tense atmosphere, too. I wondered if it was just my imagination. I hoped it was just my imagination.
“Everyone here will marry you.”
“Huh?”
Everyone here intends to marry you. I was confused by Katherine’s words.
True, I’d just been propositioned by Emilia earlier, but all of them? That was impossible.
“So, does that mean I have to take responsibility for having s3x with you…?”
In my confusion, I’d started speaking in Japanese—a language none of them could understand.
These white women were forcing me to marry them.
In other words, they wanted me to take responsibility for the unprotected s3x.
We might be in a culture of free s3x, but if you’re going to have unprotected s3x, at least take responsibility.
Is that what you’re trying to say?
“It’s completely different… Daisuke, you’ve brought all these women all the way to Japan, and you don’t even realize that…”
“Takuma!”
Takuma was out of breath, talking in bed, eyes still closed.
He wanted to fall asleep as soon as possible, but he was so impatient with my conversation that he accidentally interrupted.
“What do you mean ‘completely different’?”
I asked my disoriented friend, whose consciousness seemed to be slipping. Normally I’d want to put him to sleep immediately, but letting this continue would keep me awake all night.
“It’s not that different… Every woman here said meeting you changed their lives. They said after sleeping with you, they realized what they’d always considered worthless actually held the greatest value… That’s why none of these women harbor any malice or ulterior motives toward you. They simply came here to see you…”
“Stop talking, Takuma!”
Looking at Takuma’s breathlessness, I felt like I was in a death scene, but I still had doubts about his words.
They changed their lives by sleeping with me?
Didn’t they just have s3x with me based on that free-love culture?
Take Amanda and Diana for example – those encounters were practically rape.
How could they possibly come to Japan just to sleep with me again? It’s utterly nonsensical.
“I… I always thought you couldn’t get a girlfriend because Japanese girls simply don’t see men properly. That’s why I figured if you went overseas, you might find women who appreciated your worth. But I never imagined you’d drag back this many of them—”
The moment he finished speaking, Takuma was wracked with violent coughs. He looked like a tuberculosis patient in his final stages, though this was merely the result of overwork. Why he’d pushed himself to such extremes remained completely unclear.
“At first, they were all arguing with each other. ‘I’m the one most suited to Daisuke,’ or ‘I was the one he held most passionately.’ It was like a chaotic war between England, France, Spain, and Russia. How could a weak Japanese like me possibly fit into that?”
I see. That must be part of what’s exhausting Takuma. Especially the actual fight between Ms. Diana and Ms. Amanda—now that would be something to see. If I were there, I’d definitely run away from the scene.
“But eventually, even the girls’ big quarrels reached their limit. We were getting complaints from neighbors and the landlord, and they even threw things at each other during their conflicts, damaging the rooms. Most importantly, since you—the central figure—weren’t there, any discussion was just empty talk. So for now, they’ve agreed to a ceasefire. That’s how this apartment ended up looking.”
The state of the apartment.
That probably refers to the large hall with the wall that’s been broken through. The tatami mats on the floor have been replaced with flooring too. This doesn’t seem like part of the landlord’s remodeling plan.
“Katherine… bought the entire apartment building. My room got its walls knocked through to make a meeting hall, and the other rooms were all remodeled in Western style. The women here share them. Seriously… American millionaires really do things on another level…”
She bought the whole building?
And all the rooms were remodeled?
Is that even possible?
Why does Katherine have that much money in the first place? Is that story about her being a Hollywood actress true?
“It happened just last night… The final discussion took place with the Stantons, who were the last to arrive in Japan. At first, the plan was for Oda to choose one person after he returned. Those not chosen would return home without complaint. That’s what they agreed to, but—”
Suddenly, Takuma’s eyes narrowed as he stared at a particular woman.
At the end of that gaze stood Katherine MacBride.
The woman who must have truly believed I was a Hollywood actress—a prostitute—had proposed something utterly outrageous in a gathering of nine women.
“Do men like Daisuke even need to choose just one woman?”
“Huh?”
I looked at Catherine’s face and the others’. Liz and Silvia wore expressions of clear displeasure, but most women stood calmly, as if to say, “We don’t mind either way.”
“Of course, they had a vigorous debate at first… Polygamy is unthinkable in modern advanced countries. But in the end, everyone came to accept it. Daisuke has the right to choose one woman, but they don’t have the right to choose him. More than half agreed that if Daisuke wants to keep multiple women, that’s fine too. Liz was the only one who kept opposing it until the end…”
“Liz…”
It seems there’s a backstory to why Liz, who treats me with kindness, still hasn’t stopped feuding with Catherine.
“Let me make this clear—I’m not volunteering this information. I was instructed beforehand to convey every word in perfect Japanese…”
Judging by his reaction, the way they’ve treated Takuma must have been far from gentle.
That’s likely why he’s so exhausted. Being overworked alone wouldn’t leave him in this state, I suspect. He probably endured various “terrible experiences” at the hands of Amanda, Diana, and the others.
“Listen carefully. This is an agreement they passed unanimously, though not without dissent. After hearing this, choose your course of action.”
This was both a warning from my close friend and a kind of farewell.
The environment around me had changed so much through this journey.
Whether it was for better or worse would likely be determined by my own choices.
The arrangements decided with Katherine at the center were as follows:
- I won’t get in the way of Daisuke having multiple girls (polygamy is allowed).
- If someone still wants to take him, they must do so through their own strength (physical force allowed, violence forbidden).
- s3x is prohibited during early pregnancy (oral s3x permitted).
- Katherine McBride will cover living expenses, while each party handles their own visas.
- Pregnancy will not be used to force marriage (Daisuke’s proposal remains acceptable).
In essence, these were the terms allowing me to maintain a white woman harem.
While I have the freedom to choose one of them, the women don’t assert their rights.
If they want to marry me, I have to propose to them.
In other words, this is a cold war disguised as a truce agreement.
We’re restraining each other’s advantages through this truce, hoping to make the other choose us for a proposal.
That’s the nature of this war.
“Really, do all of you want to marry someone like me…?”
Even now, I can’t fully accept this reality.
Are all these women truly wishing for a married life with me?
I still can’t believe I’m in a situation that would have been impossible in Japan.
However…
“Of course.”
When Takuma translated my words, everyone answered immediately.
The French, Central American, and Russian women all seemed to give similar responses.
Am I being popular…? Is that the right interpretation?
The guy who never got any attention in Japan is now being besieged by ten white women making reverse proposals. Is that the right interpretation?
It’s hard to believe, but nothing in the situation contradicts that interpretation.
They had come all the way to Japan just to tell me they wanted to have s3x with me again.
To think that such big breasted white beauties would flock to my p3nis…
“Ah… I forgot to mention the last clause… Everything I’m about to say is already decided, so you don’t have any say in it…”
“Huh?”
The words were spoken the moment Takuma fell into a deep sleep.
Their sixth ceasefire agreement was utterly outrageous:
Within this apartment, they could have s3x with me anytime, anywhere.
“Please have s3x with us, Daisuke.”
“Y-you all…?”
The moment Katherine spoke, all the women present began stripping simultaneously.
They removed their jackets, then their pants, even their underwear, until they stood completely naked.
Ten women in total.
Though their ages and heights varied, each possessed an exceptional figure. Before my eyes, they all stripped bare.
Their full, voluptuous br3asts.
The delicate areolas and n1pples at their peaks.
Even their perfectly smooth, hairless vaginas.
All of it exposed before me alone, without reservation.
We could have s3x anywhere in the apartment, anytime.
The agreement made no mention of limiting the number of participants.
In other words, I was about to face off against all of them simultaneously.
These weren’t just any beauties.
They were stunning white women with impeccable figures.
Their nationalities spanned the globe: Americans, British, French, Russians, Costa Ricans.
Their ages ranged from MILF mothers in their thirties to middle school girls (or even elementary schoolers, depending on Sara’s true age).
Single mothers working as flight attendants, high school waitresses, Central American gang members, truck drivers, Russian aristocrats, Hollywood actresses, Parisian high schoolers, beauty pageant teenagers, London schoolgirls, bewitching Russian beauties – every type of white woman imaginable stood before me, completely naked.
If I don’t get hard here, I’m no man.
Until now, I’d been desperately trying to suppress my erection, wary of what might be wrong with my p3nis. But after being exposed to the allure of these white women, there’s no way a male could remain unresponsive.
“Daisuke…”
Ten beauties murmured my name in unison. They swarmed around me, their ample br3asts swaying as they began stripping off my clothes.
“Mmm—”
The first to kiss me was Liz.
The blonde high school girl with twin ponytails wrapped her arms around my neck, entwining her tongue with mine in a lewd dance. Her glistening emerald eyes held me captive.
I missed you.
Her words rang true—this longing must have been genuine.
“Daisuke… Daisuke…”
Liz—Elizabeth Carter—continued to passionately kiss me while repeatedly calling my name. Her American-style full br3asts pressed against my chest with a strong elasticity. Initially, she had shown clear hostility toward me as a Japanese man, but at some point, that malice faded, transforming our relationship into one of passionate s3x.
“You’re my husband…”
As if trying to overwrite Katherine’s earlier kiss, Liz entwined her tongue with mine in a prolonged, deep kiss.
Soon her hand reached my crotch, where my increasingly prominent erection strained against my trunks. With lewd movements, she began sliding them down.
“Oh…”
The collective gasp of reverence escaped everyone as my erect p3nis sprang free.
I didn’t quite understand why, but it seemed everyone liked my erect p3nis.
True, they’re bigger than average, but I’ve seen plenty of black and white porn actors with similar size in overseas adult videos.
Still, why do they all flock to me specifically? There must be some other reason.
“I wanted this the whole time…”
Amanda enveloped my exposed erection between her ample br3asts.
She stood tall with healthy tanned skin, her black hair tied back in a single ponytail—a picture of the quintessential working woman. As a truck driver in an all-male workplace, she’d never let anyone outdo her.
That masculine fortitude permeated her cool, assertive demeanor.
“Ah, Amanda, that’s huge—”
Yet her manly aura only went so far.
Her voluptuous curves—those bursting br3asts, slender waist, and massive hips—embodied the bewitching allure that defines American women.
She was the kind of heroine you’d see in a movie, the lone woman among a group of macho men who’d all want to protect her.
Having s3x with Amanda in the Freeway wilderness, I finally understood the sheer scale of America.
As a man, this is what it’s all about—taking a strong, well-built woman like this.
I remember feeling that sense of fulfillment as I fucked her in doggy style.
“Don’t forget us, Daisuke.”
“Mrs. Stacy…”
The ones clinging to my back were Mrs. Stacy and Silvia, the British mother-daughter pair.
The blonde semi-long-haired flight attendant whispered in my ear, her br3asts—no less impressive than Amanda’s—pressing against my back.
Beside her, Silvia, with her smaller chest by comparison, was also pushing her nearly-developed loli-like br3asts against my back.
“You’re my dad…”
Silvia whispers in my ear while kneading my right n1pple with her fingers.
It’s a n1pple torture straight from Alice in Wonderland.
Moreover, with her nearly blooming br3asts pressed against my back, including her n1pples, I’m acutely aware of my “daughter’s” growth.
I doubt there are any other father-daughter pairs in the world doing this, but the pleasure of having a white girl’s nearly mature br3asts pressed against my back while my n1pple is flicked with a finger is an indescribable sense of blessedness.
“You’re my husband.”
Following Silvia’s lead, Mrs. Stacy also starts kneading my opposite n1pple.
Unlike Silvia’s springy br3asts, Mrs. Stacy’s are primarily soft.
But they were still firm enough, and unlike Sylvia’s br3asts which were still in the process of growing, I could feel that they were British-sized b00bs.
Both of them had their n1pples erect. Could it be from the smell of my p3nis?
“Дайсуке, прикоснись к моей груди.”
(Daisuke, touch my br3asts.)
“Por favor, toca mis tetas.”
(Please, touch my b00bs.)
Aleksandra and Diana each took hold of my hands, guiding them to their impressive br3asts.
“They’re really… big…”
Both women’s br3asts were so firm and massive.
Every time I squeezed them with force, my fingers sank into the soft flesh before being bounced back. Aleksandra’s br3asts embodied the essence of Russian voluptuousness, while Diana’s represented the passionate carnality of Central and South America.
How many Japanese men throughout history could have ever enjoyed such monumental br3asts simultaneously?
With Amanda’s massive br3asts pressed against my c0ck, Stacy and Silvia’s cleavage digging into my back, and here I am free to play with the Russian cool beauty and the Central American gang’s explosive tits.
“Oй!!!” (Oh!!!)
“Ah!”
When I pinched their n1pples, they both let out squeals of pleasure.
I’m just pinching and twisting their n1pples however I please, but they’re moaning as if they’re about to climax.
Their n1pples are rock-hard, proving beyond doubt that this isn’t some act.
“Je veux faire ca aussi,” (I want to do that too.)
murmurs Emily, the short-sobriety blonde girl, in French. She suddenly takes the head of my c0ck, which had popped out from between Amanda’s br3asts, into her mouth.
When you think of a “Parisienne,” they often seem aloof and untouchable. But Emily worked her tongue diligently, rolling it over my glans in a continuous motion.
“Daisuke, you’re the human resource I’ve been looking for.”
“Ahh…”
The girl who had slipped beneath me and was now licking my anus turned out to be Sara.
She had a good figure, but she looked no older than a grade school student. A girl who couldn’t possibly be more than ten years old was licking my anus.
The mere thought of it was enough to fill me with a sense of moral transgression. Yet Sara possessed sexual skills far beyond her years.
Stacey and Silvia were playing with my n1pples on my back with their br3asts.
In my hands, Aleksandra and Diana’s br3asts were being squeezed, while Liz passionately kissed me with her deep, passionate kisses.
My c0ck was being serviced by Amanda’s explosive br3ast job and Emily’s head-to-tip blowjob. As a bonus, white elementary schooler Sara’s tongue was probing my anus. I was living in a springtime paradise, indulging in a feast of wine and flesh.
And on top of that, Katherine and Emilia were still waiting.
What a presumptuous man I must be, making a Hollywood actress and a Russian beauty wait their turn.
“Come on, miracle JAP.”
Katherine appeared in my field of vision, thrusting her pvssy at me in doggy style.
A famous Hollywood actress with massive br3asts was begging me for my c0ck.
That alone would have been a lifetime’s worth of fortune, but beside her, Russian beauty Emilia had spread her legs wide open, crouching beneath Katherine to expose her pvssy.
A man who can’t hold his liquor is a disgrace.
I led the flock of white women toward Catherine and Emilia, undeterred by their protests:
“Unfair!”
“Injuste!”
Ignoring the grumbling of Amanda and Emily, whose dicks had been taken away from them,
“Ahhhh!!!”
—slammed my raging c0ck into Katherine’s Hollywood pvssy.
I drove the tip deep into her innermost depths. Her adult body’s impossibly tight walls clamped down, twisting around me.
She was the first woman I’d ever fucked.
The first I ever cum inside, the first I’d ever kissed.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d be reunited with her here in Japan.
“AH!! YOU ARE GOD!!!”
Yet the clenching vaginal walls, the twisting folds of flesh, the buttocks that contorted with each thrust, the violently swaying full foreign br3asts, the unrestrained moans, and the unmistakable pleasure enveloping my c0ck—all of it was undeniably real.
I was once again having rubberless, raw s3x with Katherine MacBride, the Hollywood actress.
“AH!! AWESOME!! YOU ARE KING OF SEX!!!”
King of s3x.
It was an exaggerated American expression, but Katherine’s utterly disheveled state proved its truth.
Her entwining pvssy denies the possibility that she’s a Hollywood actress and that this is all just acting.
She was genuinely enjoying herself.
My c0ck, my virgin s3x, is making her gasp without restraint.
“Terrific…”
Amanda, who was watching us having s3x, murmurs in admiration.
As they observe Katherine being defiled by me, perhaps they’re imagining themselves in her place – being violated by my c0ck.
“I’ll end up like this too.”
Katherine, who had always appeared so composed and self-possessed, now offers her body to me completely. Similarly, the other women are preparing to present their pussies to me.
The evidence?
“Ah… Daisuke…”
The women begin fingering their pvssy.
Even Amanda and Aleksandra were preparing for s3x and masturbating while watching Katherine and me having s3x.
“Ah… ah…”
A sight no other man would ever witness.
The room fills with the scent of women, an abnormal amount of pheromones being released into the air.
“Daisuke…”
Emilia spread her legs wide under Katherine, her face flushed with desire as she pleaded.
Her Russian blue eyes seemed to ask, Are you trying to kill me by showing me such intense s3x right before my eyes?
“Ой!!!” (Oy!!!)
So I thrust my c0ck into Emilia’s pvssy without any foreplay.
Tighter than Katherine’s, yet soaked beyond measure. The folds of a teenage girl’s flesh clung to my p3nis, begging me to fill her with my cum.
“Ой! Дайсуке!! Дайсуке!!” (Oh! Daisuke! Daisuke!)
I arched my back, using the momentum to drive deeper into Emilia’s core over and over.
The expression on the Russian lady’s face looks like she’s about to cum at any moment. Emilia likes being penetrated here the most.
“Ahh! Emilia!”
My glans brushed against her inner folds. With each thrust, her walls clenched around me – her entire pvssy demanding I spill my seed inside her.
Really, I want to cum inside her here, but tonight is sure to be a long one.
“да!! Я кончаю!!!” (YES!! I’m cumming!!!)
Without changing positions, I thrust forward and make Emilia climax first.
As Emilia convulses, contracting her vaginal walls, I thrust into her a few more times, bringing her to another climax and rendering her unable to recover for a while.
Her lady’s pvssy clamped down like a living thing, nearly making me cum prematurely, but I held back. This American pvssy of mine was the one about to spill.
“AHH! Daisuke!”
I insert myself into Catherine again and resume doggy style s3x. Katherine, who had been waiting for this, turned her back to me and looked at me, her cheeks flushed like a girl in love.
No, she was truly in love with me in both heart and body.
Through her pvssy and her br3asts.
She’d fallen for me, completely and utterly.
“AH!! I LOVE YOU DAISUKE!! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!”
I wanted to see you.
I wanted to have s3x with you.
For her, those were probably the same thing.
In Western culture, the distance between s3x and romance is much closer than in Japan.
If you love someone, that means you want to have s3x with them.
Conversely, if their s3x feels good, that means you love them.
“AH!! I’M COMING!! YOUR COCK IS SO GREAT!!! AHH!!!”
As I kept thrusting, Katherine screamed with intense pleasure and cum.
The clenching of her pvssy was truly impressive.
Her br3asts, which I’d been kneading along the way, were equally satisfactory.
I was almost about to cum too, but I needed to save some energy tonight.
“Who’s next?”
I cheekily asked who was next.
Truth be told, I’m not really this arrogant of a man, but I feel like I’ll collapse if I lose even a shred of my wildness.
To handle this many women at once, I have to maintain my maximum level of primal instinct for hours on end.
Almost unconsciously, I’m laying bare my rawest instincts.
The girls seem overwhelmed by this heat-like energy.
Right now, I’m transforming myself into what they call a “s3x machine.”
To deal with ten partners—a completely new experience—I’ve hardened my heart to steel, preparing for the trial of consecutive s3x.
But…
“Huh?”
What awaited me was a spectacular high kick from Amanda.
“Don’t get too full of yourself, Daisuke.”
A high kick worthy of an action star hit me directly in the temple
Her legs, raised to a magnificent height, came down with astonishing flexibility and power, forcing me to my knees in an instant.
Her br3asts shook violently.
Sweat poured from her.
She looked exactly like a heroine from some 3D fighting game.
“Don’t get a big head. We came here to marry you, not to have s3x with you like livestock.”
Don’t get a big head.
Don’t get cocky.
Amanda repeated the words, spitting them out.
We came to Japan to become your wives. Not to have s3x as your livestock.
Her fierce words snapped me back to reality.
What was I thinking?
Surrounded by such beauties, did I start believing I could treat them like s3x slaves?
How dare a non-charming Japanese guy like me even consider such a thing…
“It’s fine if you only understand this. I just want you to fvck me.”
As she said that, Amanda sank down to the floor with me, her hips settling over my lap.
“Ahh…!”
Warmth.
How warm inside Amanda’s pvssy feels.
Her warm folds envelop my p3nis, while her ample br3asts pull my face close, holding me in a tight embrace.
“Relax, Daisuke. Just be yourself.”
Just be yourself.
Mrs. Amanda, embracing me with motherly tenderness, felt like an angel.
Burying my face in her ample br3asts brought me comfort.
Yet simultaneously, the reality of my p3nis buried in her pvssy sent me into uncontrollable arousal.
Right now, I’m having s3x with Mrs. Amanda.
Connected to this woman – so kind, so strong – in our most natural state, our most sensitive parts joined together.
This is s3x.
This is true s3x.
“I hate to admit it, but I can’t forget your c0ck. Can you fvck harder like that time?”
Amanda, who’s usually so composed, finds herself blushing as she asks me for s3x.
To think I could make even Amanda want more – maybe my life isn’t as worthless as I thought.
“OH!! FUCK!!!”
As I lift her body up and down, Amanda begins to scream with abandon.
Even Amanda, with all her poise, loses control when we’re together.
Back then, I was so consumed by lust that I never realized it – but their moans were never exaggerated or fake.
“Daisuke, you’re truly incredible after all.”
Matching eyes, Amanda appeals to me while shaking her gigantic br3asts violently.
You really are something else.
Even without words, I could understand exactly what she wanted to say.
“Ah! Ah!!”
As we began making love purely from the heart, we soon found ourselves kissing, our tongues entwining naturally.
I want to be connected to this person forever.
“I love you, Daisuke. I want to be your wife.”
While my p3nis was being pleasured by her pvssy, I received Amanda’s first confession of love.
When I first saw her, I never thought she’d ever have s3x with someone like me.
But now, we’re connected.
Like lovers swearing eternal devotion, we both accept our physical connection without resistance.
“Daisuke, fvck me harder like that time.”
Mrs. Amanda leaned over the nearby table, her hands braced against the surface as she thrust her hips back.
Like that time.
Just like that day.
The words brought back memories of that day in the desert when her truck’s tire had burst, leaving us stranded. That day, when Mrs. Amanda and I had s3x like animals.
She’d pressed her hands against the truck’s frame and teased me, “Come on, Daisuke. Show me what you’ve got.”
From then on, we kept having rough s3x inside the truck – until the repairman came, and even after he left. We didn’t stop.
This isn’t the Los Angeles desert from that day. This is Japan.
The country where I was born and raised, the place I know so well.
Yet even now, the s3x from that day continues.
Though the journey has ended,
My intercourse with Amanda persists.
“AHH!!!”
I thrust into her from behind.
Instantly, her powerful vaginal muscles clamp down.
I sense her resolve: I’ll make you cum in my pvssy.
It’s always like this when I fvck white women—those long legs and high hips overwhelm me.
Even if we’re the same height, their connection point is higher.
A partner of a different race.
The realization that I’m connected to someone across the sea comes through in these moments.
“AH!! AH!!”
What strikes me even more is how their hips sway with each thrust, their br3asts pulsing with force.
With each thrust of my p3nis into her pvssy, her impossibly huge buttocks—unthinkable on a Japanese woman—swayed violently.
Her br3asts, vibrating in all directions with reckless abandon, were of a size that even Japanese porn actresses would never sport.
Pure American proportions.
Their elasticity, softness, and sheer forcefulness were far beyond anything an Asian woman could muster.
“AH! DAISUKE!! DAISUKE!!”
This alluring white woman was screaming my name with single-minded devotion.
She takes my raw c0ck in her exposed pvssy, and with each thrust, her p3nis rubs against her folds.
s3x with Amanda.
The sheer ecstasy of the moment was amplified by her usually cool demeanor now reduced to girlish moans.
I can cum like this now.
If a woman like Amanda was begging for my cum, there was no reason to refuse.
“FUCK ME DAISUKE!! FUUUUUUCK!!”
At the end of our relentless thrusting, Amanda’s pvssy violently clenched around me.
In perfect rhythm with those intoxicating movements, I emptied every last drop of my semen into her.
“AHH! AHH!”
With each release, Amanda’s body twitched violently. I could feel her cumming in small bursts every time my seed struck her womb.
“Ah…”
When I finally withdrew, a torrent of white fluid spilled from her gaping pvssy.
Normally, I should have been concerned about pregnancy risks. But most of these women had already grown completely accepting of the possibility of getting pregnant through our s3x.
The proof was clear.
“AH!! FUCK!! FUCK!!”
Even during the subsequent s3x with Stacy, we continued our condom-free s3x as naturally as breathing.
I’ve never used a rubber with white women before, but they accept raw s3x with me as naturally as breathing.
“AH!! MOM!! He’s amazing!”
When I fvck Stacy, Silvia’s always there too.
I take them both like a pair of turtles, one on top of the other, fucking them alternately.
“Ah! Dad! Fvck me harder!”
Daddy, fvck me harder.
When those taboo-laden English words hit my ears, my primal male instincts stir. The result is…
“AH!! COME!! I LOVE JAPANESE COCK!!”
I was more excited than usual and cum into Stacy as it was,
“AH!! I love Daddy’s c0ck!”
I hadn’t fully emptied my c0ck, so I reinserted it into Silvia, completing the simultaneous insemination of the Stanton mother and daughter.
“You can still get it.”
Even as I gasped for breath after consecutive ejaculations, it was Sarah who urged me on.
The ponytailed girl carefully cleaned up my p3nis, which was covered in semen from s3x with Stanton and her daughter, with a blowjob, and began to rub my balls seductively.
“Je voudrais me joindre.” (I would like to join.)
“Ahh…”
Next came Emily, the French girl.
The two teenagers eagerly massaged my balls, taking turns to suck my c0ck like they were munching on frankfurters.
While not as developed as Amanda’s or Stacy’s, their br3ast were more than adequately grown for their age.
When I kneaded their br3asts with both hands, they began massaging my c0ck as if to say “thank you.”
Emily aside, fucking Sara was undoubtedly criminal.
But by now, I had no right to refuse.
When the blonde ponytailed loli with massive tits straddled me, I could only accept being violated by her pvssy.
“Ahh! Daisuke!”
Sara’s elementary school pvssy swallowed my c0ck inch by inch.
But the girl’s pvssy couldn’t even take half of my shaft. That’s all the space it had.
Yet the clenching was on another level. Other girls’ pussies might squeeze too, but theirs had softness and elasticity.
But Sara’s pvssy was literally squeezing my c0ck to its physical limit.
If other women’s vaginas were “chup-chup,” then Sara’s was “schloop-schloop” level.
It was truly a tight pvssy, clenching my c0ck with perfect precision.
“Ahh! Sara!”
“Daisuke! Daisuke!”
With only half of my c0ck inside her, Sara began thrusting on her own.
She didn’t forget to guide my hand to her nearly swollen br3asts, urging me to squeeze them.
Though small enough to fit in my palm, they had a different elasticity. A different freshness.
I buried my face in those C-cup br3asts that threatened to awaken some new fetish, desperate and reckless.
“AHH!! Come on Daisuke!! FUCK ME JAAAAP!!”
“Ah! I’m coming, Sara!”
“AHHHH!!!”
Sara receives my semen with a lewd moan that belied her young age.
Naturally, Sara’s uterus, which had easily exceeded its capacity, couldn’t contain all of me. Instead, it overflowed with white fluid from our tightly connected junction.
I’d done it—ejaculated inside a grade schooler.
The guilt was easily forgotten as Sara’s pvssy milked me relentlessly.
Age meant nothing when it came to good s3x. The ponytailed girl, with her strangely alluring expression unbecoming of a grade schooler, pressed her nearly swollen br3asts against me, n1pples taut, as she tightened her grip around my p3nis.
“Je suis le suivant, jap.” (I’m next, jap.)
As soon as my p3nis withdrew from Sara’s pvssy, Emily thrust her hips forward.
Not as tight as Sara, but still plenty snug. Her slightly more mature pvssy, compared to her classmate, engulfed my shaft in its lewd folds.
A true nonstop s3x marathon.
Even I was about to lose my energy, but…
“S’il te plait, baise-moi comme un animal.”
(Please, fvck me like an animal.)
The French girl’s lewd invitation made my nearly spent p3nis regain its hardness and size.
Fvck me hard too.
Emily’s sky-blue eyes pleaded desperately.
“Oh! Incroyable!” (Oh! Incredible!)
And then we began fucking again. The French girl connected to me in the face-to-face position shook her br3asts – surprisingly full for a high school girl – while her pvssy, still seemingly unused, clenched around my c0ck.
A noble and proud Parisian girl.
But Emily’s instinctive wildness was so intense, it made me almost forget her refined origins.
“Ah! Ah!”
A blonde beauty so striking that everyone would turn to look if she walked down the street.
Right now, she’s straddling my hips, moving without hesitation. France is known as a country obsessed with s3x. I’ve heard that often enough, but I never imagined it would apply to an Asian guy like me.
“Ahh, Emily!”
Yet here we are, connected.
Naked, bare-skinned, our bodies entwined in a primal dance of mutual pleasure.
“Daisuke! Daisuke!”
Emily called my name, her face flushed with ecstasy.
There’s no trace of mockery in her voice – only the pure, unfiltered confession of a white beauty: “Your c0ck feels absolutely incredible.”
I want to stay connected to her like this forever.
I want to fill this gorgeous high school girl with every drop of my seed.
“Je viens!” (I’m cumming!)
“Ahh!”
As my c0ck rubs hard against the French beauty’s pvssy, I cum again.
It didn’t matter if she was underage or not. If I could fvck this perfect pvssy, I’d toss those moral notions to the wind.
“Ah!! Ah…!!”
Emily climaxed every time my cum hit her womb.
Her blonde hair clung to her sweat-drenched forehead, accentuating a seductive allure that made her seem older than her teenage years. Even girls in their early teens become incredibly sexy during s3x.
“Aaah…”
When I pulled my c0ck out of her pvssy after cumming, Emily collapsed, her breathing ragged. Katherine, Emilia, Amanda, Stacy, Silvia, Sarah, Emily. The white women I’d fucked and filled with my cum were now dripping white fluid from their open crotches, basking in the afterglow of their climaxes.
Three more to go.
I had a bit of leeway, but with three consecutive battles ahead, I couldn’t afford to be complacent.
Moreover, among them remained the strongest woman of all.
“Estoy cansada de esperar.” (I’m tired of waiting.)
“D-Diana…?”
There stood Diana, calm and composed.
I didn’t understand Spanish, but it probably meant something like “You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”
The woman I’d impregnated, however clumsily.
I’d left her behind to have s3x with seven other women in a row. Being angry was understandable, but her sinister smile was downright terrifying.
Completely naked, Diana exposed everything – her massive br3asts, her enormous buttocks, and her pvssy – leaving nothing hidden.
With her tall stature and long legs, she’s imposing when standing like a statue. But her firm, voluptuous br3asts are incredibly provocative, making me want to bite her beautiful n1pples right now.
Her true identity is a dangerous person carrying a scattergun, and in my mind, she’s fixed as the female boss of a drug cartel.
In reality, she once kidnapped me and stole cash, so there’s probably no mistake about her being dangerous.
Her black hair, typical of Central and South Americans, is tied back. Rather than beautiful, the word “stately” suits her chiseled features better.
The beauty and perfect figure resemble Hispanic Amanda quite closely, but her br3asts and buttocks are probably a size larger than Amanda’s.
I had violated this woman from behind in the past.
At first, I was bound to a chair, forced to endure fellatio and br3ast play, then brutally fucked in the cowgirl position.
The ropes somehow loosened during the struggle, giving me a chance to escape. But instead of fleeing, I chose the reckless act of violating her from behind—standing back—while she was momentarily distracted.
Though I could have simply run away, her alluring curves proved too tempting. I couldn’t resist thrusting my hips into her.
There was a real chance I might be killed, but in the end, she accepted my p3nis and let me fvck her all night.
Strangely, she even returned the stolen cash in full, leaving me completely free.
But the child conceived that night now grows within her womb.
That’s what she meant when she followed me to Japan. She wanted me to take responsibility and become a father. If she didn’t have that intention, she wouldn’t have come all the way to the other side of the world.
“No me malinterpretes.” (Don’t misunderstand me.)
“Huh?”
Diana pointed at me while standing with her arms crossed. I didn’t understand it at the moment, but somehow I got the sense that she was trying to say something like, “Don’t get the wrong idea.”
It somehow conveyed a fundamentally different nuance from Amanda’s earlier comment, “Don’t get too cocky.”
“No te voy a explotar.
A veces necesito que participes en la crianza de los hijos.
Tu polla es incomparable.
No se puede evitar si todos se suavizan.”
(I’m not going to exploit you.
Sometimes I need you to participate in raising our children.
Your c0ck is incomparable.
It can’t be avoided if everyone softens.)
Though completely naked, she carried herself with the imposing dignity of a drug lord boss (at least, that’s my guess).
I didn’t understand a single word of Spanish, but I could tell she was discussing how to conduct herself in Japan—specifically, the distance she should maintain with me.
I have no intention of threatening you into marriage.
I just came here to be held by you.
That’s the attitude she exuded.
“Es un poco vergonzoso, te quiero mucho.
Tanto la mente como el cuerpo se enamoran locamente de ti.
Asi que quiero ser follada por tu polla.”
(It’s a bit embarrassing, but I love you so much.
Both my mind and body are madly in love with you.
So I want you to fvck me with your c0ck.)
Suddenly, Diana’s expression softened slightly. There was a relaxed clarity to her demeanor, reminiscent of when she’d informed me about her pregnancy earlier.
This is her true self, I thought as I looked at her in her newborn state.
“Por un tiempo es solo esto.”
(For now, this is all there is.)
“D-Diana…”
Diana got on her knees and squeezed my p3nis between her huge br3asts.
My half-erect p3nis was sandwiched between her incredibly soft and elastic huge br3asts, the same as when she gave me a titjob in the basement.
“Call me Diana.”
“D-Diana…”
In response to the request muttered in broken English, I called Diana by her first name.
Last time, I’d stripped away the formalities when the s3x grew too intense, bracing for death. Now she was the one demanding informality.
Satisfied with the stripped-down address, Diana shook her overripe br3asts as she lunged at my glans, the weight of her br3asts swaying with each movement.
“Aah! Diana!”
This is it. Diana’s superb titjob and blowjob technique. Last time, I came in no time thanks to this amazing technique. The pressure of her b00bs was amazing, but the pleasure of her tongue crawling in all directions, over the back, tip, and underside of my glans, was indescribable.
Her technique remains peerless among all I’ve encountered.
How could she simultaneously suck on my head while massaging my balls? What kind of twisted logic is this?
“?Te gusta este?” (Does this please you?)
“Ah… ah—”
Diana’s vigorous kneading of my balls seemed to demand acknowledgment of its perfection.
Not content with mere squeezing, her tongue invaded my scrotum before plunging deep into my anus.
If her claim about early pregnancy is true, I won’t be able to penetrate her for a while.
In other words, I’ll be forced to endure this oral s3x for the foreseeable future.
I could counter with n1pple torture or cunnilingus, but I doubt she’d let me get away with it so easily.
“Ahh! Ahh!”
“Oh…”
And then I’m forced to cum, letting out a girlish noises.
I splashed a huge amount of semen on Diana’s face and tits, and was left with no room to fight back as she was immersed in the pleasure.
Diana, covered from head to toe in my semen, still looked very satisfied as she took a deep breath and sniffed the smell of the semen I had spat out.
“Encantada de conocerte.” (Nice to meet you.)
Then she kisses me gently with lips glistening with cum.
Both Diana’s blowjob and br3ast job are incredibly good, but if this one-sided assault continues, I’ll need to come up with some kind of countermeasure.
But before that, there’s something more important I need to consider:
“Is that woman better than me…?”
Standing frozen in place, her face on the verge of tears, was a blonde-haired girl with twin ponytails.
“L-Liz, this is…”
No matter how I tried to explain, the truth remained unchanged: I’d had s3x with women all over the world.
What’s more, I’d just consecutively have s3x with eight women right before her eyes.
All this in front of a girl who, however half-heartedly, had once told me she loved me.
“I love you more than they love you!
When I grow up, I’ll have a body better than those bitches’!”
“L-Liz…”
Naked and nearly in tears, Liz desperately pleaded with me.
I’d never before ranked girls’ bodies. Sure, there were differences in maturity, but every one of them had bodies so perfect they made me feel guilty for not appreciating them enough.
“Listen, Daisuke. Let’s return to L.A. together.
I have a dream. I’ll manage LUCY with you.
If I’m with you, I can make LUCY the best restaurant in the world.”
I sort of understand what Liz is saying.
She must be asking if we want to run that restaurant on the outskirts of L.A. together.
But there’s a reason I can’t immediately agree.
I need to figure out what to do about this apartment situation, and Diana is pregnant with my child. There’s also Eina’s situation to consider.
I completely understand why Liz has been opposing Harem’s “agreement” all along, but the situation isn’t one where we can get immediate results.
“Please, Daisuke. I want to be your wife.”
“L-Liz…”
Liz lays on top of me, her hands beginning to stroke my p3nis.
Her full br3asts pressed against my chest, their shape shifting under the weight.
But her elastic br3asts quickly return to their original shape, and Liz runs her fresh, light pink areola and n1pples over my pectoral muscles.
“Mmm…”
Soon, we start kissing passionately, and I can no longer resist.
Liz herself seemed more eager for s3x than marriage, judging by her actions.
Her dripping crotch was ready for me, as if she’d been preparing all along.
“I love you, Daisuke. I missed you so much…”
Clinging to me, Liz ground her soft br3asts and hardening pink n1pples against my chest while repeatedly entwining her tongue with mine. Her beautiful, veined pvssy rubbed against my c0ck again and again.
Liz’s body temperature. Softness. Wetness. Everything is pressed against the front of my body, and I am violated visually.
“Ah… What a strong c0ck it is. Absolutely stronger than Mike’s. Asian c0ck is better than white c0ck.”
While tormenting her cl!toris with my glans, Liz steadily prepared for penetration.
Though we could have already started, she must have thought that dragging out foreplay would prolong our s3x. She kept rubbing my c0ck against her pvssy until she reached the brink of orgasm.
“Ahh…”
Then, with her thoroughly soaked pvssy, she swallowed my erect p3nis whole.
As soon as I thrust it deep inside her, she gripped me tightly. She must have cum, but Liz didn’t stop fucking me.
“AHH!! Japanese c0ck!!”
Soon, we begin to sway our hips in unison.
The girl who initially mocked me as a “JAP” when we first met no longer uses that term now.
In fact, during our first night together, she even apologized for calling me that.
I realize Liz is an earnest girl.
She doesn’t practice racial discrimination anymore, and I know she loves me purely.
That’s why she can’t accept polygamy.
It’s not about wanting to possess me exclusively; she genuinely believes that monogamy is the only true form of love.
In fact, it’s simply the natural way.
Accepting the unequal system of polygamous Harem itself goes against modern sensibilities.
Yet everyone except Liz willingly shares me – both as a man and my p3nis.
They seem to embody the belief that this is the correct way, fully immersing themselves in the bizarre 10-to-1 s3x situation with their whole being.
It was truly free s3x.
And I’m the only man involved.
No man could fail to revel in this situation, but for a girl who cherishes pure love, such a scene is nothing short of hell.
“Ah! You’re my husband!”
Even at this juncture, Liz vehemently asserts her claim to me, vigorously shaking her hips in the cowgirl position.
Her ample br3asts sway, n1pples taut and erect, as she becomes utterly absorbed in our s3x.
Witnessing her valiant display, I’m far from unaffected.
“Ahh, I love you, Liz! I love you too!”
With my heart aroused by the pleasure of s3x, I let out all my feelings. Even though I knew that it was a betrayal of everyone else, I couldn’t help but shout it out.
The moment I make love to someone, I fall in love with them. No, it’s not just moments. Every partner I’ve ever slept with—I loved them all, and I still do.
The love forged through s3x has now reached a point where I can’t contain it anymore.
“Ah! Daisuke!”
“Ahh, Liz!”
In the cowgirl position, our hands still entwined, I thrust forward and release inside her.
My climax triggers hers as well, sending her into a violent orgasm.
How many times have I come now? After all these white women, my stamina shows no signs of waning.
“Я последний, можешь добавить что-нибудь еще?”
(I’m the last one left. Could you add something more?)
Finally, only Aleksandra remains.
Like Amanda and Diana before her, she’s a tall Russian with massive br3asts and hips.
Her semi-long blonde hair shines vibrantly.
The epitome of Russian cool beauty.
Her figure is first-class, but what sets her apart from the others is skin so pale it’s almost blinding.
While white women from other countries naturally have fair skin, Russian women are in a league of their own.
This extends to her n1pples and areolas, which are so lightly pigmented they’re nearly indistinguishable from white.
A mature woman.
Her demeanor and physique make this undeniable.
She’s wealthy enough to afford seven nights in a first-class compartment on the Siberian Railway—a mysterious woman shrouded in enigmas.
“Мне не нужна чепуха добродетели.
Трахни меня, парень.
Пожалуйста, кончи внутрь.
Отныне я твой верный раб.”
(I don’t want your sanctimonious virtue.
Fvck me, boy.
Please, come inside me.
From now on, I’m your loyal slave.)
Though she exudes an aloof, haughty aura, the way she’s practically begging to be ravished is truly bizarre.
When a woman with such a stunning physique strips naked before a man—exposing even her shaved pvssy—it’s no different from her declaring, “I hereby recognize you as my s3x partner.”
“Давай, король.” (Come on, King.)
Like the other women, she places her hands on the wall to invite the man.
When a beauty of this caliber offers a standing fvck with her ass thrust out, it becomes nothing but a man’s primal instinct.
“Ах!” (Ah!)
I thrust my cum-covered c0ck into Aleksandra’s already wet pvssy.
It’s as deep as I thought. Her v4g1na feels different from other girls’—more accommodating.
The vaginal walls that seemed to envelop me completely embodied the depth of Russian women’s tolerance for s3x.
The feeling of her cervix touching the tip.
The kiss of her cervix and glans as the entire p3nis was wrapped around it.
And it’s with a Russian beauty with a killer body.
Aleksandra’s raw pvssy is undeniably amazing.
“Ах! Что это? Невероятно!” (Ah! What’s this? Incredible!)
I grab her slender waist and thrust with momentum.
Her ass sway violently with each slap of my hips, making me realize I’m fucking a grown white woman.
As usual, these Russian women have high waists. Standing in the back position, I have to reach slightly to fvck her.
But in exchange, the pleasure it brings to my p3nis is exquisite.
s3x with a blonde Russian beauty.
And not just any position—standing doggy style like a beast.
To be honest, it feels incredible.
“AX!! Ты великолепен!!” (Ah!! You’re magnificent!!)
As her dazzling, huge br3asts shake, Alexandra cries out in joy.
To think I could fvck such a tall white beauty.
Not just that—she’s got a massive ass and huge tits.
Whether it’s ten women or twenty, there’s no way I’d ever tire of this.
“Ahh! I’m gonna come, Sanya!”
As I approach orgasm, I shout her nickname—Sanya.
It’s a bit of a gamble calling her that here, but Miss Aleksandra seems to accept it.
“Ах! Давай! Пожалуйста, оплодотвори меня!”
(Ah! Do it! Please, impregnate me!)
She turns back with an exhilarated face, begging me in Russian to ejaculate inside her.
“Ahh! I’m coming!”
“да!! Я кончаю!” (Da! I’m coming too!)
Basking in the pleasure of ejaculation, I fixed my c0ck deep inside and emptied every last drop of semen.
With a bullet of cum lodged in her uterus, Aleksandra’s vaginal walls contracted like the others, milking every last drop of semen from my p3nis.
Ah, what a wonderful s3x this is.
With these girls, I could have s3x two rounds, three rounds, or more.
I wanted to drown in this s3x with them, forget everything, and stay here in the apartment being taken care of by Catherine.
Just as this natural male desire flashed through my mind—
“Huh…?”
While I was inseminating into Aleksandra from behind, a woman who shouldn’t have been there suddenly appeared before me.
She had a travel bag in her hand.
I could tell she had come all the way to Japan.
Her short chestnut hair framed a small, cute face. She had a tall, slender model’s figure.
If I had to compare her, she had the aura of a saintess. I could shout her name as loud as I wanted.
“Eina…?”
Eina Claus.
That was her name.
I didn’t know why she was in Japan instead of Estonia.
I had her address, but we’d agreed that once I’d taken care of my problems here, I’d call her internationally myself.
But none of that mattered now.
The only important fact in this moment was that Eina had seen me fucking Aleksandra doggy-style while nine other white women lay sprawled on the floor.
Some dripped white fluid from their vaginas, while others appeared to be elementary school girls.
There was no excuse.
The only men present were me and Takuma, who was sound asleep on the bed.
Most damning of all, Eina had witnessed me thrusting inside Alexandra.
There was no way out of this.
“Daisuke… What is this?”
It was clear to see that Ena was extremely shaken.
She’d seen something she should never have laid eyes on. It was only natural.
Yet I couldn’t even scream in English, “It’s not what you think, Eina!”
Because it was exactly what it looked like.
The truth was undeniable: I’d been simultaneously defiling ten white women, driven by carnal desire.
Any woman witnessing this scene would think:
Daisuke Sakagami, that Japanese backpacker, is a s3x-obsessed fool who can’t keep his hands off white women. He’s been fucking various white women wherever he goes.
And that’s not enough—he even calls them back to Japan after returning home for multiple simultaneous orgies.
It was beyond my control.
It was their choice to come to Japan.
I know these excuses mean nothing.
Because right now, I’m still pumping the last of my seed into Aleksandra’s womb.
I’m in the middle of impregnating the most alluring Russian woman with my bare c0ck.
What should I do?
What should I say?
What on earth could I say to the only woman in the world I wanted to marry?
“We’re Daisuke Sakagami freaks. Would you like to get fucked by him?”
The one who explained the situation to Ena was, of all people, Sarah.
A naked elementary school student with my semen dripping from her crotch.
Hearing this chaotic explanation from such a girl might make anyone’s mind snap.
It was like the biblical city of Sodom.
In this room, only carnal desires existed – not a shred of morality or ethics.
The very presence of Sarah Anderson embodied the room’s abnormality.
“I see… You’re not an ordinary person.”
Ena let out a deep sigh as she saw the six commandments in English posted on the wall.
I thought she’d be furious, but her voice remained perfectly calm.
She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t disappointed either. Yet with a hint of disappointment in her expression, she gazed at me with her azure eyes.
“To be honest, I was going to surprise you.”
Eina remained composed even in this situation.
Calm and collected, her slender frame held surprising resolve. Her eyes saw things as they truly were.
“I don’t know if there are so many of your wives.
To the best of my knowledge, polygamy isn’t practiced in Japan.
But how someone feels depends on the person.”
I understood what she was saying, though not completely.
It wasn’t sarcasm, but rather a detached explanation of facts.
She was trying to suppress her emotions and speak her opinion objectively.
“They accepted being one of them.
I can understand. Because your s3x is really amazing.”
Eina looked around at the women in the room, then closed her eyes to calm herself.
I didn’t know if she was going to say something.
That uncertainty frightened me.
But it wasn’t because we couldn’t communicate.
It wasn’t because our cultures differed.
This was simply the nature of interacting with others.
“I’m falling in love with not your s3x but you.
I love you and your s3x.”
Eina’s cheeks flushed slightly as her cute face turned toward me.
I understood.
This was a declaration of love.
How many times had I encountered this—something I could never have found in Japan—while traveling the world? I couldn’t count.
“Please give me your except your s3x. I want your time. Let’s grow old together.”
I don’t want s3x.
The meaning came through even without understanding the language.
She wanted me, not my s3x.
I could tell that was Eina’s unadorned truth.
She saw me, not my s3x, but me in my entirety.
Like an artist observing a watercolor subject, she faced me head-on, taking in my true form.
This girl saw me—
Not as a s3x partner, but as the real me—
“Objecion”
“Huh?”
To my surprise, it was Diana who raised her hand.
Miss Diana, her large br3asts still exposed, raised her hand with such boldness it seemed to declare her stance as inherently justified.
Whether Eina’s English had been understood or if her previous indifference had been feigned – though many mysteries remained – the woman now vehemently objected to Eina’s current statement.
Then,
“Amo el sexo con Daisuke hasta la muerte, pero mas que eso amo a Daisuke. No me malinterpretes.”
(I love s3x with Daisuke to death, but more than that, I love Daisuke. Don’t misunderstand me.)
Miss Diana declared something in Spanish, her lips curling into a devilishly charming smile.
Amanda was the only one present who understood both English and Spanish. Fully aware of this, she immediately translated Diana’s words into English.
“I love s3x with Daisuke to death, but more than that, I love Daisuke. Don’t get me wrong.”
“I think so too.”
We all loved Daisuke’s s3x to death, but we loved Daisuke himself even more.
As for that, I felt the same way.
Everyone accepted Amanda’s translation without objection.
When Aleksandra translated Amanda’s English into Russian for Emilia, she had the same reaction. This meant that everyone present agreed with Diana’s statement.
In other words, everyone here loved having s3x with me, but they loved me even more.
Eina’s claim didn’t just apply to Eina herself, but to everyone present.
When it’s declared so boldly, I couldn’t be more embarrassed. All the women here love me.
Not just Liz and Emilia, but even Diana and Amanda.
It’s truly an overwhelming honor, but now I have no reason to single out Eina as special.
Ena had a sullen look on her face when she heard that, something I’d never imagined coming from her normally.
I thought I was the only special one.
She no longer hid those childish thoughts, but instead expressed them openly.
“I see! I see! Should I join the group? Just so you know, I won’t lose in s3x!”
Eina shouted this at all the other women.
It was undoubtedly her declaration of war against them all.
She must have been declaring that she could probably hold her own against you all in bed.
I never thought Eina would become a member of this Harem.
I thought she was the one I could build a platonic relationship with.
“Daisuke!”
“Huh?”
Suddenly, Eina threw herself on top of me.
The unexpected assault left me shaken, and as I struggled to process what was happening—
“Just to prove I’m a woman. Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off since you got home? I’ve never done such a thing in my life! You should take responsibility!”
Eina glared at me with venomous eyes while grasping my p3nis.
I never thought the day would come when Eina would push me down like this…
“Daisuke, I’m next.”
Watching the parade of busty white women crawling toward me on all fours, I realized this was the life I’d be living from now on.
Eleven women in total.
Twenty-two white, massive br3asts encircled me.
I’ll need to switch to a weekly schedule or I won’t survive this, I thought.
But then…
“Ah… Daisuke…”
As I watched the women thrusting their chests at me one after another, demanding I squeeze their br3asts too, I knew my proposal would never fly.
s3x is the ultimate cultural exchange, but also the most exhausting and draining kind.
With my face buried in a sea of white br3asts, that’s what I thought.
Soft and warm.
That was the conclusion of my journey.
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