Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 1.5 Female Perspective

(What is this Asian man doing here?)

My twelve-year-old daughter Silvia brought her boyfriend home.

Though I think it’s too early for her to have a boyfriend, I can’t bring myself to say it. After all, I became an unmarried mother myself when I was still in my teens.

I know that kids these days are more mature and know more about the relationship between men and women than I did when I was a child. There was a rumor among parents that Silvia’s best friend, Rebecca, had s3x with her boyfriend, who was in middle school at the time, when she was still in elementary school.

These days, children grow up fast. But even accounting for that, this Asian man who’s nearly a decade older than Sylvia still gives me pause.

Daisuke Sakagami.

The man who introduced himself as such barely spoke English well enough to give a proper self-introduction. He’d only met Silvia today. What kind of mother would let her daughter date a guy like that?

Still…

(…This must be because I’m not home, right?)

My daughter Silvia has always wanted a dad. When asked what she wanted for her birthday, she always said “dad.”

I never thought my love was insufficient, but it was true that I couldn’t fully compensate for Silvia’s lack of paternal affection alone.

Even when we visited Rebecca’s house on weekends, there was always a dad present alongside the mom.

I know Silvia isn’t dissatisfied with me; she simply wants a dad too. This is the backlash that led to the boyfriend she brought home this time.

But even if they say that, it’s not easy for a single mother with a child to find a husband.

Of course, I’m not dried up as a woman yet. I’ve been pursued by pilots and corporate executives, but it always stopped at s3x, never progressing beyond that.

Once I started wondering if this person could truly make Silvia happy, I couldn’t help but hesitate.

In the end, I’ve turned down three proposals from men in my past.

After breaking up with my pilot boyfriend last year, I haven’t had a serious relationship for nearly a year.

People like my mother and friends have even asked, “What about Silvia’s father?”

Biologically speaking, Silvia might accept him more easily, and he’d likely find it easier to love a real daughter. Everyone says this would solve everything, but I can’t bring myself to reveal that Silvia’s father is a man I only slept with once during college—a guy whose age and address I don’t even know.

His face was decent enough.

s3x-wise, he was the best I’ve ever had.

He called himself Mike, but I doubt that was his real name.

Looking back now, I realize I was completely unguarded when I fell for his pick-up line that was just a pretext to get me into bed.

He took me by storm with s3x unlike any of my previous boyfriends, made me let him cum inside me, and intoxicated me with promises of marriage. Even after discovering I was pregnant, I kept waiting for his calls.

Time passed until abortion became impossible. Half a day after giving birth to Silvia with no father present, I finally realized – that man had only wanted to fvck me.

Though bitter, the newborn Silvia’s angelic beauty made me vow to devote my life to her happiness, regardless of circumstances.

I resolved to be a perfect mother, raising her until she could marry properly.

This is the boyfriend she’s brought home.

“…Haaah.”

Once during dinner preparations, I turned to check on the man.

He appeared plain and dull-looking, Asian.

He’s tall and burly, but his face is so plain it leaves no impression. His unkempt black hair looks like he hasn’t bothered to style it. He speaks English with an American accent.

The thought that my daughter would bring home such a dull of a Jap makes me want to lament twelve years of parenting.

If Sivia had brought home a frivolous man like Mike, it would have been better if he were white. At the very least, I think that not only I, but also my mother and father, agree that we do not want any Asian bl00d in the Stanley family.

We don’t need to openly display our racism in daily life, but every white Brit secretly believes their race is superior.

At the very least, s3x with an Asian man is unthinkable. That’s a sentiment my flight attendant colleagues—especially Jessica, who despises Chinese people—would shout from the rooftops.

Still, this was someone Silvia had brought over—even if he was barely presentable.

If I served him a shoddy dinner here, it would call into question my dignity as a British woman, a member of the Stanley family, and as an individual.

I’d at least want to leave him with the memory of how delicious British home cooking can be before asking my Japanese boyfriend to take his leave.

Silvia wouldn’t be so attached to a man she’d just met today. In a few days, she’d undoubtedly bring a new boyfriend over.

As I prepared dinner, I wished it would be a handsome white boy.

But then…

“What’s that smell?”

A strange odor lingered in the apartment’s living room, which wasn’t particularly spacious.

It wasn’t so much a smell as a stench.

If I had to describe it, it was seafood-like, but there were no fish or shellfish on today’s menu.

(Something… feels off.)

The smell wasn’t pleasant, yet somehow it made my mind go fuzzy.

The stench clung to me the more I tried to ignore it, forcing me to furrow my brow.

Scanning the room revealed nothing out of the ordinary.

At the dining table, Sylvia and her boyfriend sat side by side, but there was no sign of raw fish or shellfish.

(…Well, never mind. I should hurry up and finish eating so I can chase him away.)

My priority was to get rid of the man. Whatever is rotting somewhere in the room, I can just clean it up later.

“Here you go, Mom.”

Midway through dinner, I drank the tea Silvia offered me.

It was just the same tea as always, but perhaps because I was thirsty, I strangely drank it all in one go.

After that, my body started acting strange.

The room wasn’t particularly warm, yet I felt hot.

(What’s this…)

It wasn’t just heat – I felt like I was burning up.

I haven’t eaten anything strange for dinner. Yet my n1pples and pvssy feel hot.

With my bra on, the other two probably can’t tell, but my n1pples are clearly hardened.

(If I move too much, this could get messy…)

Sensing something was wrong with my body, I asked Sylvia’s help to help me lie down on the sofa.

My underwear is wet.

Despite no one touching me. Despite my last s3x being over a year ago.

My entire body feels hypersensitive, as if multiple men had been licking my n1pples and pvssy.

If someone were to pinch my n1pples or cl!t right now, I’d definitely cum.

Confused by these sudden bodily changes, I still put on a brave face to avoid worrying my daughter.

A mother is always a mother, no matter the situation.

Parents are invincible; we must never show weakness to our children.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help Mommy.”

Amidst all this, my daughter diligently cares for me. I drain the mineral water she brings, making sure not to reveal that the strange sensations I’m experiencing aren’t just a minor illness.

(What… is this feeling?)

After that, my consciousness becomes hazy.

Silvia is saying something to her boyfriend, but the words don’t register.

My vision blurs, as if a mist has settled over my mind, obscuring clarity.

Silvia pulls out a long, rod-like object and begins stroking it.

The sturdy shape reminds me of something I’ve seen before – something I’ve not only put in my mouth, but also experienced in another way.

That’s right…

“It’s Daisuke’s d1ck.”

“What did you say?!”

The word “d1ck” jolts me awake.

Before me, Silvia was stroking an Asian man’s d1ck.

The man’s p3nis was of a size I’d never seen before, arching like a samurai sword I’d once witnessed.

An angel like Silvia, handling a monster’s d1ck.

The sheer contrast left me gaping in disbelief.

“S-Silvia, what on earth are you doing?!”

That Sivia—of all people—was directly touching an Asian man’s erect d1ck.

And it wasn’t as if she was being threatened, she was doing it of her own volition.

In this nightmarish scene, Silvia maintained her angelic smile as she continued speaking in demonic tones.

“I had s3x with him.”

The words I couldn’t bear to imagine left me speechless.

Twelve-year-old Silvia had s3x with an Asian man?

“It’s crazy.”

There was no other explanation. Whether considering a sexually mature teenage girl or a twelve-year-old girl, this Asian man’s arousal spoke volumes about his monstrous depravity.

How could such an abnormal, grotesque thing possibly penetrate the private parts of the angel Silvia?

“Daisuke is the ideal dad, you know?”

“Silvia!”

Ignoring my attempts to stop her, Sylvia began handling the man’s formidable member.

Its thickness and virility, so different from a white man’s, made it an unsuitable object for an angel’s touch—a filthy Asian reproductive organ.

“Come, Daisuke! Cover my body with your cum!”

My daughter stripped off her hoodie, exposing her recently developed br3asts as she begged for the man’s cumshot.

How could this underage girl not be aroused by this? I thought.

“AHH!!”

The man unleashed an overwhelming torrent of semen onto my precious Sylvia.

What a quantity.

So much that it made me doubt whether it was even semen—enough to conceal Silvia’s entire upper body.

And what was this smell?

A pungent odor, strong enough to daze any woman, permeated the entire room.

If I had to smell such a terrible smell…

If I had to witness such a massive cumshot right before my eyes…

“Please… leave this room, Silvia…”

All I could do now was maintain at least some semblance of parental dignity by chasing my daughter out of the room.

If Silvia stayed, I’d be forced to expose myself in the most humiliating way before my child.

I’d have to scream with every fiber of my being, letting out sounds I could never let my daughter hear.

So at least I mustn’t let her see this.

As an adult,

As a parent,

As a white woman,

“Please… let me suck your c0ck.”

I absolutely couldn’t let my daughter see me begging for an Asian man’s p3nis.

“Ahh…”

Amid the man’s pathetic moans, I took his long shaft into my mouth.

It’s been a year since my first p3nis.

My first blowjob in ages.

But this man’s c0ck was tougher than any I’d ever taken in my mouth before.

Thick, long, and curved,

Most importantly, its hardness puts white men to shame.

White men get softer the bigger they are, but this Asian man’s c0ck was both larger and incomparably harder than any white man’s.

As I ran my tongue along it, I wondered idly if all Asian men were this impressive.

I’d always immediately rejected Asian men’s advances, but if I’d accepted their dinner invitations and shared their beds, my world might have changed sooner.

But there was no point in dwelling on that now.

This was the first Asian c0ck I’d ever seen, after all.

“What is this…?”

As I vigorously suck on his c0ck, I repeatedly ask myself.

His strength is evident at first glance.

But when I take it in my mouth, that strength multiplies a hundredfold.

The girth that threatens to dislocate my jaw.

The raw, exposed hardness of his shaft.

Above all, the masculine heat and firmness tell the story of this man’s d1ck’s true power.

If something like this were to be thrust inside me, what would happen to me?

“Who are you…?”

His scrotum and the underside of his shaft are licked without resistance.

As if it’s second nature, I find myself continuing to lick at his sturdy parts.

Slowly, I began to remember.

What exactly is s3x?

How should I serve him?

How can I make a man happy?

How can I make him cum?

How do I make that thick, sticky white fluid spill from the tip of this sturdy thing?

“Ah!”

(Nngh—)

With my mouth still wrapped around his glans, Daisuke unleashes his semen.

Despite having just ejaculated moments ago, his climax shows no signs of weakening. and it hits the back of my throat like a bullet.

For the final release, I deliberately catch it with my face.

Strangely, I wanted to receive this man’s sperm on my body.

As expected, the man’s sperm, with its strong smell, further muddies my consciousness into a haze.

Ah, this is the smell I detected earlier.

It’s the strong male smell that made me horny.

“You’re… special.”

Maybe it’s not all Asians, but this man is special.

Silvia chose him as her boyfriend and made him expose his p3nis in front of me because she knows how amazing this is.

As a woman, I understand what happens to those embraced by this man.

That’s why Silvia had presented this man to me.

From the very beginning, not as her boyfriend, but as my s3x partner.

(This… is in the way.)

I slowly began removing all my clothes.

With this man about to violate me, my sweater, jeans, and underwear were all obstacles.

Overcome by the urge to tear everything off, I stripped naked before Daisuke, discarding my bra and panties.

(Daisuke… come.)

I presented my thoroughly prepared pvssy to him, along with my entire body.

At this point, words were unnecessary.

Universal understanding.

When a woman offers her pvssy to a man, it can only mean one thing: “Penetrate me with your strong p3nis.”

Yet even now, Daisuke chose to tease me.

He kept bringing his face close to my already thoroughly soaked pvssy, then pulling back. He’d press his erect c0ck against my entrance, then stop just short. It was all calculated to drive me insane.

“You don’t have to lick me! Just put your big d1ck in me!”

I couldn’t take it anymore. Swallowing my pride, I begged for his c0ck. I was at my limit. The moment he made me smell his semen, I became completely in heat. I’m just an animal that craves to be fucked by his d1ck – so why are you hesitating now?!

(Ah…)

Finally, Daisuke gripped my hips with his strong hands.

He’s finally going to fvck me.

He’s finally going to make me a woman with his c0ck.

The thought made my heart race uncontrollably.

Like a lovesick teenager, my body yearned for a Japanese p3nis.

And then,

“Aahh!”

When Daisuke’s thick glans pushed against my entrance, I couldn’t suppress a high-pitched moan.

It’s so thick. Is it this intense just from the tip alone?

If he were to fully thrust this inside me, what would happen to me?

“Ah! Aahh!!”

Without hesitation, Daisuke plunges his pride and joy into me, inch by inch.

The sturdy shaft stretches my walls, evoking memories of childbirth when I delivered Sylvia.

Yet there’s no pain or fear here – everything’s reversed. This is the ultimate thrill ride: my perfectly prepared pvssy being violated by an inexperienced but massive d1ck.

“Aaaaaahhhhh!!”

The mere nudge of his glans against my cervix sends me spiraling into orgasm.

When was the last time I climaxed like this? To come from insertion alone without any thrusting?

This man’s p3nis is truly incomparable to anything I’ve had before.

“Aah! Aah!”

Without even noticing that I’d cum, Daisuke begins fucking me.

His robust p3nis, stirring my pvssy for the first time in ages, rhythmically thrusts inside me.

This is beyond anything I’ve ever known.

In terms of size, hardness, virility, and technique, he’s no longer comparable to any white man.

“What are you?! What kind of p3nis is this?!”

This man’s greatness doesn’t just come from the strength of his p3nis. His scent that gets women horny. His thrusts with exquisite timing, strength, and depth that captivate women.

It’s as if he were born to have s3x, and the woman can’t do anything but feel good with his amazing technique.

“Ahh! This is amazing!”

Daisuke grabbed my br3asts as he thrust into me from behind.

But he doesn’t just grab them—he kneads with masterful pressure, flicking my n1pples to send me into minor climaxes while pounding my waist with relentless pistons.

“Ahh! What kind of c0ck is this?! I’ve never experienced this before!”

I used to think thrusting my ass at a man was humiliating.

As a mother who must protect Silvia, somewhere in my mind, I was resisting the idea of entrusting myself to a man.

But now it’s impossible.

Now that I’ve experienced this kind of pleasure…

Once I’d discovered how to be fucked so pleasantly.

A woman can only surrender her entire being to a man.

I offer up my pvssy and hand over my ass, letting the sturdy male thrust his c0ck into me however he wishes.

“AH!! STACY!!”

Daisuke screams my name as he pounds into me with a frantic. His already massive d1ck is swelling even more inside me—I know he’s about to cum.

Of course, we’re not using a condom, and I haven’t taken the pill.

There was a very good chance of pregnancy.

But…

“Ahh! Give it to me! Your Japanese cum—make me pregnant with it!”

None of that matters now.

When pleasure feels this good, whether I get pregnant or not becomes irrelevant.

If I do get pregnant, I’ll just have his child.

So please. Let him fvck me and cum inside me.

Make me a slave to Japanese s3x with this obscenely good c0ck!

“Ahh! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

As my mind shattered, Daisuke’s impossibly thick load flooded into me the moment I climaxed.

A mind-blowing creampie that exceeded all expectations.

Each bullet of semen pounding against my womb sent me into another orgasm.

It was like another dimension.

There’s no way anyone could win at this kind of s3x.

Conquering a woman like this—whether you’re white, British, or Japanese—none of that matters.

The proof is that the man continued his powerful thrusts even while I was climaxing and about to lose consciousness.

“Oh… what a cumshot…”

That was my honest thought.

Before the man’s inexhaustible ejaculations, I was utterly helpless, forced to offer my womb in passive surrender.

This was the most sacred chamber for a mother—the very room where Silvia had once been conceived.

“Yes, Mom?”

“Silvia?!”

Sylvia called out to me. Though I’d half-expected her to be hiding somewhere in the room, peeping at us having s3x, I never imagined she’d stride in so brazenly.

I had had s3x with an Asian man who was supposed to be my daughter’s boyfriend, so intensely that I couldn’t make excuses for it.

“He’s my dad now.”

The angelic smile that spread across Sylvia’s face held all the answers. In that moment, I understood everything.

This was the kind of family my daughter wanted.

It meant welcoming this man as her husband, forming a harmonious trio that would embrace a new life together.

At least, that’s what should have happened…

“Oh! What a p3nis!”

The moment I return from work, my new husband violates me.

The image of Daisuke’s shape, carved vividly into my mind, constantly disrupts my thoughts even at work, erasing all desires except for the burning wish to return home and be defiled by that Japanese man.

“Ahh! Daddy! Daddy’s hitting my deepest place!”

Above me, Silvia sprawls naked, exposing her secret flesh.

The Asian man thrusts alternately between my pvssy and Silvia’s, drawing lewd moans from both of us.

Yes, Daisuke had enslaved not just me, but Silvia too.

With that formidable c0ck of his.

With his hips moving in a way that knew exactly how to make a woman moan, he turned these two women, mother and daughter, into his p3nis slaves.