Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 1

“Do you like s3x with white people?”

I pride myself on not being so desperate that I’d immediately answer “yes” to such an outrageous question. Besides, I’ve been caught in similar traps in Los Angeles before. No matter how beautiful this blonde girl in front of me is, I’m not about to lower my guard so easily.

“Huh?”

But when I saw the image on her smartphone screen, it felt like someone had grabbed my heart and squeezed.

There was a photo of Jessica and me from just moments earlier.

In other words, definitive proof of our s3x act. The picture showed Jessica bent over, her plump naked buttocks thrust out, as I thrust into her from behind. The angle was almost perfectly sideways.

I can’t believe that someone else was watching us do that.

“Do you dislike s3x with whites?”

Can you still say that you don’t like s3x with white people?

That’s probably what she meant.

Certainly, no one would look at this and think that an Asian man swaying his hips with all his might is a white hater. It was the first time I’d objectively seen myself having s3x, and it looked good.

However, if a scene like this had been photographed, it raised the possibility that Jessica was in on it – in other words, that it was a honey trap.

There was even a possibility that I’d be turned in as a scoundrel who raped a flight attendant on duty at the airport.

I want to deny it, but the truth is I did have s3x with Jessica and came inside her. Thinking about it now, it was strange from the beginning. For such a beautiful white woman to invite me…

“Are you trying to threaten me?”

The beautiful Alice suddenly looks like a wicked woman. I stare at her with all the caution I can muster.

Although even if I were cautious now, it wouldn’t change the fact that I had s3x with a flight attendant.

“I can’t speak Japanese. It’s only one thing I ask of you.”

She tells me that she wants only one thing from me.

Probably she’ll demand money or something in exchange for keeping quiet about Jessica.

In my pocket, I still have several unexchanged American dollar bills. If she demands these, I’ll be broke in a foreign land again.

“Can you have s3x with her?”

“Huh?”

The smartphone screen was presented to me again, displaying a photograph of a blonde Caucasian woman in a midriff-baring outfit.

She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, about the same age as Alicia from Stanley Farm or perhaps slightly younger.

Like Alicia, she possessed striking beauty, her features exuding a businesswoman’s sharp elegance.

If my English comprehension served me correctly, the girl had just asked me to have s3x with this woman.

I didn’t think she was trying to make me commit another crime, but her continued words only made me more confused.

“She is my mother.”

“Mother? You mean… your mother?!”

Now that she pointed it out, the woman in the photo bore a striking resemblance to the girl before me. This woman’s childhood is probably not that different from the girl in front of me.

But if that were true, she was essentially demanding I have s3x with her mother.

She’s offering her mother’s voluptuous body to some random Asian tourist.

It’s definitely crazy, and even as a honey trap, it has a slightly irrational side to it.

“For what?” 

I asked the reason in the best English I could muster.

The girl seemed slightly hesitant to answer, but she had no intention of hiding anything, so she gave me a proper explanation.

“Please be my father.”

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The girl, Silvia Stanton, was born without a father.

Not that she didn’t have a biological father—she simply didn’t know his name, face, or where he lived.

Silvia’s mother, Stacy Stanton, was what they called an unmarried mother—a single parent.

In Japan, most single mothers are either divorced or widowed. But in the UK, many women have children without marrying at all.

So even though Silvia has a biological father, she doesn’t have a legal one.

By coincidence, Stacy works as a flight attendant at London Heathrow Airport, and Jessica—the woman I have s3x with—is her colleague.

When Silvia came to see her mother, she happened to witness Jessica and me having s3x.

“s3x is very important,”

s3x is very important, Silvia says.

It’s hard to believe someone her age would have any real experience with s3x. But she must have picked up some half-baked knowledge somewhere, thinking that sexual compatibility is crucial for married couples.

Whether that’s right or wrong, I don’t know. I’ve never been married, and for that matter, I’ve never even had a girlfriend.

That said, the girl watched Jessica and me have s3x, then concluded that Stacy and I have good sexual compatibility. Frankly, I don’t understand how she reached that conclusion, but the girl seems convinced.

But why would Silvia suddenly want a father now?

I can’t empathize with the loneliness of growing up without one parent when both of mine are still alive and well.

Maybe she’s longing for a “father” that she never had, but even then, I wish she’d aim higher than some washed-up Asian guy like me.

“I’ll invite you to our house. You’ll have s3x with my mom tonight.”

The girl forcefully took my hand and walked briskly toward London’s city center.

Though she carried herself with maturity, her face still held traces of innocence – a strange combination that made her look perfectly suited to carrying a rabbit plushie.

I didn’t think this was the right approach, but I realized outsiders shouldn’t impose rigid rules on a child desperate for a father.

Still, I felt like I’d been dragged into some complicated mess.

As someone who’d never had much luck with women in Japan, the idea of sleeping with a white beauty – even if she was a single mother – seemed utterly impossible.

Besides, s3x wouldn’t automatically lead to marriage. And more importantly, was Silvia sure she wanted someone like me as her father?

“You’re the best daddy.”

What on earth was she basing that on?

It would be a lie to say I wasn’t delighted to hear such words from this beautiful white girl.

Of course, I never believed becoming her father could become reality, but as a vagabond with no clear plans, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to indulge in her fantasy for a day.

The girl with her smooth blonde hair swaying beneath the blue sky pulled me along with an innocent smile.

She was truly an angel.

I thought she was the very image of Alice climbing the stairs to adulthood—

“I’ve heard that SEX feels good. Is it true?”

The awkwardness of this question made me regret visiting her home so early.

Her house with Stacey was an ordinary apartment, but the rent must be high since it’s in London. The layout was quite cramped for two people living there.

Silvia had seated me in a dining chair and declared we’d wait here for Stacey’s return.

She seemed intent on making me hold my mother somehow, but it appeared Stacey’s shift would take another two or three hours to finish.

The earlier question had come from Silvia herself, likely because she couldn’t fill the awkward silence between us.

When asked if s3x feels good, I could only offer a male perspective. Besides, having lost my virginity so recently, I didn’t think I had anything worth sharing.

Besides, passionately discussing s3x with an underage girl alone would make me nothing but a pervert.

“Do you feel horny watching my body?”

The angelic beauty asked, gazing up at me.

Just moments ago, she’d been the epitome of innocence. But now, in her silence, she suddenly seemed like a grown woman.

How old is Silvia anyway? I still entertain the possibility that she might be elementary school age, but she’s gradually presenting evidence to refute that notion.

“S-Silvia?!”

“My b00bs are smaller than my mom’s…”

Silvia shyly pulls up her pure white hoodie.

What emerges is her dazzlingly pale skin and the ample curves contained within her pink bra.

She’s undoubtedly a minor—a girl still growing.

But the idea of her being elementary school age evaporates instantly. No elementary school girl could have br3asts this mature.

By my rough estimate, they’re probably E-cup or larger. About the same size as Carol from Stanley Farm.

Even though she was such a young girl, her bust was impressive. Westerners are really troublesome.

“Please show me yours.”

Silvia, with a red face, stared at my crotch and pleaded.

I understood the logic—since I’d exposed my chest, she wanted me to bare my lower body too. But could I get away with showing my p3nis to this innocent-looking girl?

“Not enough?”

“S-Silvia, what are you doing?!”

Silvia then put her arms behind her back and unhooked her bra.

As she put her arms behind her back, the hoodie fell back to its original position, but in return, the bra that had contained her cups fell to the floor.

In Europe and America, women often go without bras, but the situation changed drastically when the braless one was a beautiful underage girl standing right in front of me.

“I want Daisuke’s c0ck.”

I want Daisuke’s d1ck.

I’m not mature enough to maintain rationality when confronted with such words face-to-face.

My hardened p3nis offers little resistance as Silvia’s hand grasps it.

“So hard…”

Through my pants, Silvia strokes my crotch.

I want to believe I’m not a pedophile, but with this beautiful girl caressing my erection, I’m hardly in a position to remain unaffected.

“Look at…”

As she stroked my p3nis, her sky blue eyes stared at me.

Bent forward, her braless chest exposes vulnerable cleavage.

The pale pink n1pples, nearly indistinguishable from her skin tone, and their hardened peaks are clearly visible.

At this size, the shape is indistinguishable from an adult woman’s.

Before me, those magnificent Caucasian br3asts sway with softness.

“Wow!”

Given my lust, I stripped off the girl’s hoodie, revealing both of her voluptuous br3asts.

Her long, vibrant, wavy blonde hair covered her slender shoulders and collarbones.

Yet at the center of her youthful upper body sat a pair of magnificent br3asts.

Such magnificently large loli br3asts.

Is it sinful for a man to wish these would envelop him?

“S-Squeeze them…”

As I pleaded in Japanese, I lowered my pants along with my underwear.

Instantly, my fully erect c0ck sprang forth. Silvia’s eyes widened at the sight, but…

“O.K.”

Mimicking what she’d seen, she used her ample br3asts to clamp around my shaft.

So soft.

And so warm.

The girl’s nearly mature br3asts cradled my grotesque p3nis with tender care.

“B-blowjob.”

“Uh…”

I forced my c0ck into Silvia’s mouth.

The girl’s lips, completely inexperienced with fellatio, couldn’t possibly be described as pleasurable. But the mere act of thrusting my raw c0ck into the mouth of a girl who had been Alice from Wonderland moments ago, that alone was enough to make me cum from the sheer depravity of it.

“Uh…uh…”

Silvia’s eyes welled up with tears as she struggled to take my adult c0ck. But instead of stopping her service, she kept working her tongue, trying to make it feel good for me.

And then,

“Ahh!!”

Without asking for permission, I sprayed all my cum across Silvia’s innocent face and her full, ripe br3asts.

“Oh my god…”

Silvia stood dazed, her upper body splattered with my semen. How could I have done this to the girl who just told me she wanted to become my daughter? This was beyond immoral.

“Come on, Dad.”

But Silvia took off her pants and shorts herself, and thrust her beautiful pvssy in front of me.

And she called me “Dad.”

I wonder if this is some kind of erotic play.

The delicate pink folds before me were untouched – their pristine appearance screamed virginity.

Fucking this sacred space with my filthy c0ck might just become an international incident.

“Let’s do it, Silvia.”

By now, self-control was impossible.

I pressed my c0ck against the girl’s virgin pvssy, plunging my desire into those soft, yielding flesh.

“Ah…! Ah!!”

Silvia’s cries of pain were inevitable.

But she didn’t say a word about it hurting. Gripping the edge of the dining table, she endured the pain desperately, and accepted the sword of my desire with her small body and her developing pvssy.

“S-Silvia…!”

I felt like I was exploring uncharted territory.

Little by little, I made Silvia’s tight pvssy swallow my p3nis.

When I rubbed her voluptuous br3asts from behind, things started to go more smoothly, perhaps because her love juices started to overflow.

And then,

“You’re the best daddy…”

The tip of my glans reached the girl’s cervix. Of course, it couldn’t go all the way in, but the fact that I’d inserted my p3nis all the way to her made it worth coming to England.

“Can I move…?”

She looked like she was in pain. But her body was slowly getting used to it. I had a feeling that if we started having s3x like this, it would go well.

“Come on, Dad.”

My male instincts responded to her earnest plea. I’m going to inseminate this female. The wildness inside me told me so.

“AHHH! DAAAD!!”

My thrusts were a little forceful, but Silvia began to moan lasciviously.

I have no idea what a father means to her, but I can’t stop now.

If she doesn’t refuse, I’ll go ahead and cum inside her.

“Ah! You’re amazing, Silvia!”

I forgot she was underage, pounding away with reckless abandon.

The girl’s pvssy gradually loosened, becoming more and more “perfect” with each movement.

“AHHH!! AHHH!!”

Her moans, too, had transformed into lewd, adult sounds.

With every violent thrust, her long, vibrant blonde hair and her surprisingly mature, full br3asts shook violently.

“I’m cumming, Silvia!”

“COME ON, DAD! CUM INSIDE!”

“Ahh!”

At the girl’s pleading voice, I emptied every drop of my semen into her brand-new womb.

A wave of intense pleasure overwhelmed me, but simultaneously, a surge of guilt and regret welled up alongside my carnal release.

The blonde girl, having climaxed with the act of insemination, lay sprawled on the floor for several moments, her shoulders heaving as she caught her breath.

“You’re truly my father now.”

As if remembering something, she suddenly pulled out her smartphone and snapped a photo of the “incriminating evidence” – proof of my violation of a minor.

No amount of regret could undo this now.

At that moment, my mission to embrace Silvia’s mother became not a helping hand, it became an absolute obligation.