Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 0 Interlude 2

A whole month has passed since Daisuke left for America.

Only one month left of his university summer vacation. That means Daisuke’s trip across the world is halfway over.

According to his original plan, he should have entered Eastern Europe by now. Since I doubt he’d stay overseas until the end of summer break, he’ll probably return to Japan within two weeks.

It’s been about a week since I received Daisuke’s first letter. I haven’t heard from him since. People say that the lack of news proves he’s well, but I’m a little worried because of where he is. Well, it’s still within the reach of Japanese tourists, so I want to believe that he’s not facing any danger…

(I wonder how long that kid will stay here…)

Right now, on the bed in my room, a blonde white girl with twin tails is playing with her smartphone with a bored look on her face.

Elizabeth, the American girl who’d come to Japan to chase after Daisuke a week ago, had declared herself his future wife.

She’d taken up residence in my apartment, half-forcing me to let her stay because she didn’t want to waste money on hotels.

She at least bought her own food, but having her occupy my room for so long was starting to get inconvenient, even for me.

“Take it easy.”

It’s your room, so you can relax. That’s what she wants to say, but it’s not that easy.

I had my own life and she had hers. Most of the day was spent at my part-time job, so it wasn’t too bad. But every time I came home, there she’d be – this beautiful white girl lounging around freely.

Because of this, I couldn’t invite anyone to my room, and if someone came to visit me unannounced, it could lead to a major disaster.

More than anything, having a member of the opposite s3x who isn’t my girlfriend living in my home keeps me constantly distracted.

(Foreign girls are something else…)

Elizabeth, whose gaze is fixed on her smartphone screen, is a stunning young woman.

Her azure eyes are so transparent they seem to draw you in, and her facial features are on another level compared to Japanese women.

Her vibrant blonde hair shines with an artificial perfection, and her dazzling white skin makes it clear she’s not of this race.

Most importantly, her long legs with high hips and occasionally glimpsed cleavage maintain the quintessential American pride.

If I didn’t have a girlfriend, I might have called out to her on the street. That’s how beautiful she was.

This gorgeous white girl claims to be Daisuke’s future wife.

I’m curious about what happened in America, but it’s too personal to ask.

I’m glad I found a woman who appreciates Daisuke’s charm, but I never imagined she’d be a foreign girl.

(What should I do…?)

To ease the tension and fill the awkward silence, I always turn on the TV in my room.

I’m annoyed that I can’t even relax in my own space, but since she’s a guest of my friend, I can’t just kick her out in a foreign country.

[Academy Award-winning actress Katherine McBride has come to Japan to promote her leading role in a new film—]

The TV showed a white actress emerging from a jumbo jet.

Even I recognized her name—she was that famous. The media was making a fuss about an Oscar winner’s first visit to Japan.

“She’s a b1tch.”

I widen my eyes at the slang she suddenly mutters. Although she doesn’t seem very interested, Elizabeth is at least somewhat interested in the news about an actress from her own country.

But not in a positive way. Does she dislike Katherine McBride?

“Look at this.”

When I made a puzzled face, she turned her smartphone screen toward me.

“Ah! Ah!”

On the screen, a white woman was completely naked, thrusting her hips over a man.

Even I was stunned by this uncut adult video. I wondered why she’d show me something like this, until…

“Is this… Katherine McBride?”

The person engaged in intense s3x on the video was none other than Catherine McBride herself, just like the one on TV.

It’s possible that this is just someone who looks very similar, but the resemblance is too striking for that.

This is most likely a private leaked video of actress Katherine McBride.

I don’t know where it came from, but she must have been filmed having s3x and the footage spread online.

I remember Katherine McBride was involved in some recent scandal. I didn’t know the details, but this leaked video is probably the cause.

This leaked video is why Ms. Elizabeth called her a b1tch.

I understand what she means.

I do, but…

(Why are you showing me this now…?)

On the screen, Katherine McBride is shaking her hips wildly. Her body embodies the ideal of a white woman’s physique, every curve on full display as her ample br3asts sway violently.

It was undoubtedly a scandal video featuring celebrities, but to a healthy young man like me, it was nothing but an adult film.

Moreover, it was top-tier foreign porn of unparalleled quality.

Right now, Ms. Elizabeth—a beauty herself—was showing me this explicit material.

She thrust her phone at me as if demanding, “Look at this!” Leaning forward on the bed, she exposed her ample white chest.

The curves were too voluptuous for a teenager.

Though concealed by a bra, the nearly bare expanse of pale skin left me transfixed.

On the screen, white br3asts swayed wildly. Before me, real-life white br3asts strained against fabric.

A healthy college guy couldn’t be blamed for comparing the two.

“Fucking JAP!”

But she lashed out with a vicious kick to my face. Her loose shirt’s neckline was carefully secured, as if confronting a rapist.

“No, it’s the video you showed me!”

I protested while holding my aching nose, but my Japanese words fell on deaf ears. She glared at me with an expression of disbelief, demanding I keep five meters away. Even though we were in a six-tatami mat apartment.

The nerve of this guest!

I wanted to convey these sentiments in English, but my language skills failed me.

Besides, I felt some resistance to complaining about her.

Not that I believe in racial hierarchies, but facing such a beautiful foreign girl makes me hesitant to voice any opinions.

(Daisuke, hurry back…)

I prayed inwardly to my only best friend. I don’t know what you did to this girl in America, but when you return, you better explain everything.

Just then, the apartment intercom rang.

In that moment, fear shot down my spine.

“Daisuke!!”

Thinking Daisuke had returned, Ms. Elizabeth hurried to the entrance with delight.

But as a resident, I knew better. Daisuke never used the intercom—he just barged in. In this house, only package deliveries and my girlfriend ever bothered to ring the bell.

“I’ve missed you so much!”

Ms. Elizabeth opened the door with a radiant smile. I braced myself for a disastrous confrontation, closing my eyes in anticipation of her usual “Who’s this foreign woman?!” But the expected outburst never came.

Instead, I heard:

“Takuma, it’s been a while.”

A plump middle-aged woman stood there—Daisuke’s mother.

The unexpected visitor left Ms. Elizabeth blinking in confusion. If she were to become Daisuke’s future wife, this woman would be her future mother-in-law. But at present, she had no such awareness.

“Oh, another foreigner. What should we do? I can’t speak English…”

The aunt reacted nervously, in a typical Japanese way. I don’t think there was any need to talk to Elizabeth, but it’s our nature to get flustered when we see a foreigner.

“No, aunt. If you talk, it’ll get complicated, so you’d better not. Anyway, what brings you here? Why would you come to my home?”

Daisuke’s parents lived just around the corner from this apartment, so her visit wasn’t particularly difficult. Still, Aunt rarely came to see me – probably only twice in total, including today.

“Ah, well… I received a postcard from Daisuke, so I came to show it to you—”

“Daisuke?!”

Hearing the name of her secret crush, Ms. Elizabeth snatched the postcard from her aunt. I understood her eagerness to read it quickly, but remember – this might be your future mother-in-law we’re talking about.

“Who are they…?”

Elizabeth’s hands trembled as she read the postcard. The scene felt strangely familiar.

As usual, the photo on the postcard showed…

“What is this?”

Daisuke was surrounded by a group of tanned beauties.

Moreover, all of them were wearing skimpy outfits that left little to the imagination.

“I heard that boy is in Colombia right now.”

“Colombia?!”

Indeed, the sender’s address on the postcard clearly stated “Colombia.”

But Daisuke had mentioned in his previous letter that he was going to London. Why would he travel from America to London just to end up in South America?

Naturally, the information about Daisuke heading to London had been shared with the aunt as well. The sudden mention of Colombia must have made her worried, prompting her to consult me.

“Takuma, have you heard anything from Daisuke?”

There was no need to ask – I had no way of contacting him. I had no idea where Daisuke was right now.

“So you haven’t heard anything about this person either?”

“Huh?”

Looking more closely, I noticed another woman standing behind my aunt.

She had blonde semi-long hair, a height that made her seem almost too tall to be a woman, and even through her clothes, her exceptional figure was visible. This super gorgeous woman was…

“Hi.”

It was Katherine McBride herself.

Daisuke, what on earth were you doing in America?