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

The Literature Department’s Ape.

That’s what they called him.

Tall and broad-shouldered, he had a vaguely simian appearance.

His face was plain, existing at the polar opposite of what one might call handsome.

While short black hair might sound presentable, his unkempt locks made me suspect he cut it himself at home. He often came to school without shaving.

If he walked around in tattered clothes, people would mistake him for a homeless person. Actually, even in normal attire, if I were a police officer, I’d definitely stop him for questioning.

This was Sakagami Daisuke, a third-year student in the Literature Department.

I didn’t particularly want to remember his name. But when someone makes such a strong negative impression, you can’t help but memorize it. More importantly, half a year ago, something so chilling happened to me that I’ll never forget it.

 

“Please! Please go out with me!!”

 

The public confession in front of the lecture hall—a spectacle that remains a campus legend even now.

The very Sakagami Daisuke, to me, the beauty pageant winner.

Beyond reckless—a downright abnormal act.

Though countless boys had confessed to me before, that moment struck primal fear into my heart.

To think that a homeless-looking man would confess to me.

Worse still, rumors painted him as a virgin on a confession spree—bluntly pursuing women to bed.

In other words, he was confessing solely to get laid.

Of course, healthy college guys often wear their carnal desires on their sleeves.

No matter how polished their approach, the primal urge to “fvck this girl” lurks in every boy’s eyes.

But this man wore his desires like a badge of honor.

In fact, by pushing his intentions to the forefront, he’s being refreshingly straightforward. Where on earth would you find a woman who’d nod her head at a direct request to have s3x with her?

Rumor has it I’m the ninety-ninth girl to reject this guy.

While his track record of asking women to sleep with him is impressive, I doubt his hundredth attempt will succeed either.

Search the entire world, and you’ll probably never find a woman willing to have s3x with him.

Unless there’s some country where beauty standards are inverted and this guy’s considered a heartthrob – but that’s about as likely as a unicorn showing up in my backyard.

In every corner of the globe, this guy’s a total turnoff.

There’s no woman in this world who’d accept s3x from him.

Besides, how would you even have s3x with something that looks like a cross between a monkey and a human? We’re different species, for crying out loud! Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.

Absolutely impossible.

That’s precisely why I’ve been avoiding this man all along. With our classes on the same floor of the Literature Department building, the chances of encountering him were high. Yet I kept vigilantly steering clear of him.

But I let my guard down.

After summer break ended, I hadn’t seen him around campus at all. I’d even thought he might have been expelled for trying to rape a female student.

So when I remained alone in the Literature Department building one night to write my graduation thesis, I encountered him completely unguarded.

And in the most inconvenient place possible—an elevator.

 

(What is this man doing here…?)

 

After confirming his simian-like face, I immediately pressed the button for the second floor.

Our destination was probably the same sixth floor anyway, but I didn’t want to share even a few seconds of space with this man.

I don’t think that split-second decision was wrong.

If there was a mistake, it was the maintenance company that had neglected proper elevator upkeep.

Because in the next instant, the elevator came to a halt.

 

“Huh? What?! What’s happening?!”

 

Uncharacteristically, I found myself panicking.

A night elevator breakdown, trapped in darkness.

Normally, this would be a situation where losing composure is understandable, but normally, I’d remain calm. If it weren’t for this primate, Sakagami Daisuke, I’d be fine.

 

“Hey! Why isn’t anyone answering the call button?!”

 

I frantically pounded the emergency call button, but there was no response. I just wanted this elevator fixed immediately so I could escape this confined space.

 

“Listen! I’m talking to you! Open this elevator now!”

 

“Calm down, Nishizono-san.”

 

“How can I calm down in this situation?!”

 

I swatted away the large man’s hand that dared to touch me and shoved him back.

I swallowed the words I was about to shout.

–If this carries on, you might rape me!

I didn’t hold back for politeness’ sake—I kept it in for my own good.

Calm down, Kaede. If I scream that in this locked room where we don’t know when we’ll be freed, the beast might go berserk and rape me.

For now, my priority was not provoking this s3x-crazed demon.

Using safe actions and safe words, I aimed to soothe both the man and myself.

I was essentially a beast tamer. One moment of carelessness and I’d be devoured.

And the terrifying part was, the meaning of “devoured” in this case was precisely the kind I feared most.

 

“Don’t worry, help will arrive soon, and if you want, I have some food and water here that I just bought.”

 

Surprisingly, the man remained remarkably calm.

Well, I’m a woman and he’s a man, so I need him to stay calm, but his unexpectedly gentlemanly behavior leaves me feeling deflated.

 

“…It’s fine. Eating this late will just make me gain weight anyway.”

 

I’m not convinced, but his words help me regain my composure. Though I did lose my cool in the first place because of him, does he even realize that?

In the end, we decided to simply wait for rescue.

When I think about it, there’s class tomorrow anyway. Worst-case scenario, someone will notice by morning.

The water’s with this guy, and as long as he doesn’t rape me, everything should work out fine.

 

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I haven’t seen you around lately.”

 

Since we can’t exactly remain silent until morning, I take the initiative to start talking. The man probably won’t catch the sarcasm in my words—that I’m relieved I didn’t have to keep running away from him.

 

“I was traveling around the world…”

 

“Huh?”

 

He sounds a bit embarrassed, but isn’t he casually doing something amazing?

Taking a global trip during what should be a busy period for graduation papers and job hunting?

 

“That’s surprising. You can speak English.”

 

“No, not at all…”

 

I’m not just shocked—I’m utterly astounded. A world tour without knowing English? Especially during such a crucial phase of life. Though maybe he’s given up on graduation and job hunting altogether. If that’s the case, I’m relieved we won’t have to attend the graduation ceremony together.

 

“So, did you finally graduate from being a virgin?”

 

In the dim light, I delivered my most cutting remark yet. The fate of a man who never got any attention in Japan was all too predictable. Either the s3x trade or overseas. He’d clung to the delusion that someone willing to sleep with him existed beyond our borders, entrusting his fragile hopes to foreign lands.

But reality is harsh. In Europe and America, where Asian discrimination still lingers, a man who couldn’t even get noticed in Japan had no chance of being popular.

 

“Uh, thanks to you…”

 

“What?! No way!”

 

I couldn’t help but lean forward and shout.

I never thought anyone would accept s3x with this guy.

 

“N-no, I didn’t mean to do that, but I guess you could call it free s3x, people over there are kind to people like me.”

 

“Free s3x…”

 

Even if they’re more liberal about s3x, they’d still choose their partners, right? Plus, the way he talks makes it sound like there’s more than one person involved. Europeans and Americans are apparently even crazier than I imagined.

 

“Still, you’re lucky. Now you can get rid of that pent-up frustration, right?”

 

Pent-up frustration.

I deliberately left it vague, but basically, it’s the dilemma of a virgin guy who wants to do it but can’t.

While I can’t forgive him for once directing those feelings toward me, I’m not so childish that I can’t celebrate the fulfillment of another’s desires.

If this man is no longer a virgin, my risk of being violated here has decreased considerably.

 

“It’s not exactly frustration, but even now, every day is still tough…”

 

“Huh?”

 

Every day is tough? Does that mean his sexual urges remain unfulfilled despite masturbating constantly?

Wait, why am I even discussing s3x with this guy in the first place? My goal is to distract his consciousness from “that” as much as possible.

 

“I’m thirsty. Could you spare me another sip of that water?”

 

To change the subject, I asked the man for more water from the bottle.

The elevator must be stuck. Despite it being winter, the room feels unusually warm. My body’s heating up, and I suddenly don’t want my coat anymore.

 

“Here… here you go.”

 

The man cautiously offered me a freshly opened plastic bottle.

 

“It’s fine. Since it’s your water, you should drink first.”

 

This man is bold in strange ways, but at heart, he’s basically a coward. I want to tell him that’s exactly why he’s not popular with women, but I don’t feel obligated to do him any favors, so I keep quiet. I don’t know if he’s just a Westernized gentleman who believes in “ladies first” or what, but the mere idea of being escorted by this guy already annoys me.

 

“U-um… okay…”

 

At my words, the man naturally puts his lips to the plastic bottle and drinks. If I drink from it now, it’d technically be an indirect kiss, but I’m not pure enough to care about that kind of thing.

 

“I’ll have some.”

 

I put my lips to the bottle he’d just drunk from and took a single sip.

It’s just plain mineral water. No strange taste, no smell. If anything, my body feels a bit warmer, but that’s probably just my imagination. How could I possibly be nervous around this guy?

 

“Here you go.”

 

Naturally, I’d return it after one sip. I could’ve taken the whole bottle as compensation for the mental anguish caused by that public confession, but even I’m not that cruel.

 

“…U-um…”

 

The man who received the plastic bottle stared intently at its mouth. I get it. For someone like you, this indirect kiss with a woman like me is nothing short of a blessed opportunity.

You’ll probably take this bottle home and preserve it forever. You’ll fantasize about kissing me while masturbating to this indirect kiss, over and over again.

I know. You’re that kind of guy. That kind of wild beast.

 

“Mm…”

 

Hesitating, the man pressed his lips to the bottle. The small amount he drank compared to his burly frame – was he trying to savor more of this indirect kiss with me, or was he preparing for the possibility of spending half a day trapped in this room?

I don’t know, but the moment his lips touched the bottle, I saw us kissing and felt a sudden terror.

I really should have avoided that indirect kiss, but there’s no going back now. A mere 0.001% of each other’s saliva has been exchanged between our bodies.

 

“So, what kind of s3x did you have overseas?”

 

Even I wonder what possessed me to ask that.

What’s the point of asking such a thing?

Is that even what I want to know?

How will the man react to this question? I should know better than to ask, yet I can’t help myself.

Probably just to fill the conversational gap.

I just wanted to erase the fact that I’d shared an indirect kiss with this man somehow.

 

“W-Well, it started with a blonde white woman I thought was a prostitute at a dumpster in Los Angeles. She apparently wasn’t actually a prostitute, but somehow things just ended up going that way.”

 

Utter nonsense.

The whole story is fragmented and disjointed. How did she end up having s3x with this guy in the first place?

The fact that the location was a trash dump made no sense, and suddenly everything this guy said seemed like lies.

I see. So he made up a story about having s3x overseas with a blonde white woman just to save face after getting dumped by me. And claiming it was a blonde white woman? That’s taking things too far.

Even if it were true, she’d still be in the ugly category over there. Just like the female version of this guy.

 

“A lie…?”

 

But when I saw the photo on his phone, I was stunned. The woman in the selfie with him wasn’t just pretty—she was a stunningly gorgeous white woman.

It was humiliating, but even the winner of some no-name university’s beauty pageant couldn’t compete with this celebrity-level beauty.

 

“Wait, is that…”

 

Katherine McBride?

She’s a Hollywood actress I recognize. She’d been making headlines recently for visiting Japan, but this was definitely her in the photo with the guy.

I see, I thought.

In today’s digital society, where even Deepfake adult videos exist, this man had gone to the lengths of using synthetic photos to create a seemingly real two-shot with a Hollywood actress, all to lend credibility to his lies.

It was hard to decide whether to feel disgusted or pitiful.

His behavior was so pathetic that even pointing out “This must be fake” felt crude and unnecessary.

 

“So, what’s next?”

 

Though I knew everything was a lie, I continued interrogating the man who claimed to have been his partner in this world.

Since I have nothing else to do while waiting for rescue, this is perfect for passing the time. I’ll see just how far he’ll go with these lies.

Actually, I could probably call for help faster with this smartphone, but at this point, even that doesn’t matter.

Besides, if I call a friend, they’d discover we were alone together in this elevator. Better to let the morning-shift janitor rescue me and escape secretly.

 

“This girl used to be a waitress at a restaurant. I didn’t realize I had dropped my wallet and ended up dining and dashing. While helping clean up the kitchen as a way to make up for it, things somehow ended up going that way.”

 

The next photo also showed a super beautiful white girl. If I’d been shown this photo first, I might have been surprised and said, “Is this really her?!”, but the photo of Katherine McBride made it all go down the drain. Even if there were real people mixed in, now they all just seem fake.

 

“I don’t care who you did it with, I just want you to tell me what kind of s3x you had with her. How many seconds did you last with such a beautiful woman as a virgin?”

 

I know it’s crude, but my sadistic side can’t help but poke its head up. This whole s3x story is probably a lie anyway. There’s no way this guy could give a proper explanation when asked for details.

 

“Huh? W-well, it started with a little accident that made me wash my pants. I was waiting for them to dry wearing just my boxers when suddenly Liz—uh, this girl’s name—was sucking on my p3nis.”

 

P3nis? Why are you using such Americanized terms? And getting your c0ck sucked without even noticing? That’s straight out of a middle school fantasy.

 

“Then I couldn’t hold back and ejaculated my cum all over her… Next thing I know, she’s straddling me, fucking me in that cowgirl position…”

 

If a guy like that ejaculated on me, I would faint.

Seriously, why are you always the passive one? If you want to fvck a girl, you’d either force her to suck it or ram it in, right?

Why did the girl have to come seduce you instead?

 

“So how many times did you cum?”

 

“About fifteen times, I think. All inside her, and then three days straight after that…”

 

Fifteen times—even if it’s a made-up story, how much of a beast are you? Even for me, four times with my ex was a personal record.

 

“So, did the girl enjoy herself?”

 

“I-I think so. She kept saying ‘I’m cumming’ over and over…”

 

I can’t imagine this man ravishing a white beauty until she’s writhing in ecstasy. At most, I’d expect her to be thoroughly fucked by handjob, begging for mercy and forgiveness. But if this guy’s “free s3x culture” is real, it might actually happen.

Come to think of it, with such a massive body, it’s no surprise he’d have impressive equipment down there.

His build is solid, and the way he moves his hips must be extraordinary.

If a woman let instinct take over and let this man fvck her, he’d probably break her with the intensity of his thrusts.

The kind of intensity she’s never experienced in her life.

Not just double digits, but triple digits of climaxes.

This man would cum ten times, and I’d be fucked over and over again.

 

“Nishizono-san?”

 

“Huh? What?”

 

I suddenly realize I’ve been lost in a fantasy world, and I’m stunned.

Was I just imagining this guy fucking me in my head?

Did I picture myself taking his erect c0ck without hesitation?

No way.

Impossible. Impossible. Impossible.

There’s no way I’d ever have s3x with a guy like this.

 

“Enough already. I don’t want to hear about your stupid s3x fantasies.”

 

“Huh?”

 

I know I’m the one who brought it up in the first place,

Why did I even ask this guy about s3x in the first place? Whether his story was true or not, it shouldn’t matter to me at all.

But my mind keeps clinging to the fantasy of having s3x with him.

What happened to me? There’s no way there’ll be a sudden twist like, “Actually, I prefer this type of guy,” right?

I desperately try to calm my restless heart.

Ever since that indirect kiss with this man—no, ever since we were alone in the elevator—I’ve lost all control over myself.

Why am I even sitting next to him, staring at his phone screen? Wasn’t I supposed to be constantly on guard around him?

Before I knew it, I realized the distance between us.

We’re so close that the slightest movement would make our skin touch. And as I lean over from behind to peek at his phone, how many times have I already blown my breath against his cheek?

Wait, this guy liked me before, didn’t he?

What was I thinking, talking to him at such a close distance and fanning the flames like this?

 

(Is it… Too late already?)

 

I try to avert my eyes from this reality I don’t want to accept, but I can’t escape it.

His presence was so overwhelming that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his crotch.

 

(This… he’s definitely hard, isn’t he…)

 

Even in the dim light, I could see it. His jeans were tenting in the front. Wait, these are denim jeans, right? Why is it bulging so obviously? I don’t get it.

In a way, it was exactly what I’d imagined.

The wild boy’s p3nis that had been described in stories as repeatedly fucking white women into submission.

Now it was right in front of me.

A p3nis far surpassing the Japanese average.

No, isn’t this considered large even by international standards?

I’m not sure, but aren’t black porn actors’ penises about this size?

And it wasn’t just the size.

The fact that it could push back against denim so easily meant it must be incredibly hard, too.

There’s no way something swelling this impressively could go down without ejaculation.

In other words, if this continued, I would be violated.

I had to avoid that at all costs.

The thought of letting this man fvck me until morning…

 

“N-Nishizono-san…?”

 

“If you move, I’ll kill you. Just shut up and unzip your zipper.”

 

Cutting through flesh to sever bone.

With a heart-wrenching resolve, I decided to make the man before me come.

All for self-preservation.

To protect my uterus from a p3nis that can easily make even white women cum.

 

(So hard… And what monstrous size…)

 

I placed my hand on the bulge between his legs and began stroking carefully. Through the denim, I felt the unmistakable firmness, grasping the contours hidden beneath.

The hardness was overwhelming, but the shape and scale were truly monstrous.

Everything about this man differed from the boys I’d been with before.

 

(So this is the p3nis of an ape…)

 

I found myself strangely convinced by the man’s strength.

If the other man was a barbarian, then, of course,e his reproductive organs would be barbaric as well.

An organ designed to impregnate women couldn’t possibly fail to overwhelm them.

 

(This must be the glans… Does it really protrude this much?)

 

I rub the tip through his clothes to confirm.

The man’s bulge is honestly the largest I’ve ever experienced in my life. Even through jeans, I can clearly feel its shape. That alone tells me how hard his p3nis is, with the glans standing out so clearly.

It’s a common thought, but I wondered what would happen if something like this scratched the inside of my v4g1na.

What’s with this size and thickness anyway?

I can’t believe that such a powerful male organ belongs to a Japanese man.

 

“Ah…”

 

The man moans at the movement of my hand. For a guy, you’ve got one sickeningly sweet voice. And look at this magnificent thing between your legs.

 

(Why am I so excited…)

 

When he lowers his zipper as instructed, I realize my heart’s pounding.

I can’t help but wonder what that long shaft hidden in his pants looks like.

 

(He’s really taking his p3nis out in a place like this…?)

 

Just touching through the fabric tells me it’s impressive.

I still want to believe his stories about wild overseas conquests are lies, but the sensation in my palm whispers they might be true.

Because it is, isn’t it?

If he penetrates me with something this strong, it’s clear at a glance that there’s no way I can win.

Sexual dominance.

Man on top, woman below.

This man’s p3nis seems determined to teach me the laws of nature.

Even without the ability to predict the future, I know what I’m touching is meant to take me to heaven.

 

“N-Nishizono-san–”

 

Just opening his fly isn’t enough to set this man’s ‘thing’ free. Having made up my mind, I unbutton his shirt and half-strip his pants.

 

(What… is this smell…?)

 

The elevator’s confined space fills with a terrifying odor after removing just one layer of fabric. Is it pre-cum fluid? The smell of the p3nis itself?

The overwhelming smell leaves me disoriented, my consciousness fading.

My head spins.

My stomach feels hot.

This smell has made me hypersensitive all over. Are my n1pples erect…?

 

“There’s no going back now—”

 

I don’t know if I said that to the man or to myself.

Against my will, with my face buried in the man’s crotch, I take a deep breath.

Naturally, the stench of the man’s groin fills my nostrils. That intense odor, the sensation that makes my head go numb, spreads down to my toes.

 

“Ah―”

 

The voice that came out just now was the man’s.

A pathetic voice like a woman’s. The reason a grown man would make such a noise was simply because…

 

“Ah, ah―”

 

I was licking his thing through his pants.

I had been repeatedly licking the p3nis covered with nothing but a thin piece of fabric.

I don’t know if you can call this fellatio, but the tip of my tongue fills with the man’s smell, heat, and a sour taste.

What am I licking? A p3nis? Or pre-cum?

Without knowing its true nature, I become obsessed with the man’s p3nis.

Fellating him through his pants—this was my first time attempting such a thing.

But I can’t help thinking it’s the right approach.

Because I couldn’t do it directly all of a sudden.

I don’t have the experience to deal with something like this.

So I’d get used to it, little by little.

My tongue, my eyes—both will be trained to handle the unbelievably formidable male anatomy.

I bury my face in his crotch, take a deep breath, feel the thick shaft against my cheek, lift the heavy scrotum through the fabric, and come to grips with its overwhelming weight.

 

(If I could see something like this in the flesh…)

 

The thought crosses my mind as I slowly unfasten the store-bought underwear.

I can guess the size and shape.

But seeing it in the flesh is a whole different story.

Sakagami Daisuke’s p3nis is probably fully erect by now.

Trying to suppress my pounding heartbeat, I slowly remove the last piece of fabric hiding the man.

In that instant, a whip-like, supple member springs forth.

I knew it, but it was still otherworldly.

A p3nis that could make virtually all women prostrate themselves appeared before me.

 

(If I had seen this all of a sudden… I would’ve died.)

 

I couldn’t even move a muscle when the man unleashed his p3nis between his legs.

The massive c0ck stood erect in the darkness.

Everything about it differed from any p3nis I’d ever seen before.

Its size went without saying. It arched like a banana, its glans protruding obscenely.

The scrotum was overwhelmingly robust, so impressive that I couldn’t help but stare.

This p3nis wasn’t just big—it was beautiful.

I could admire it forever.

Though it belonged to a bottom-tier college student I’d scorned as a primate, it felt like encountering a Michelangelo sculpture.

 

(I probably can’t even take it in my mouth.)

 

Judging calmly, I couldn’t possibly perform fellatio on this. Even if I tried, the glans would be the limit. At worst, my jaw might dislocate.

That’s why I have no choice but to do what I can.

A method that doesn’t use hands or mouth.

The option of becoming the tool myself to serve him.

 

“Good thing the lights broke.”

 

In the darkness, I shed my coat and jacket. Even in this dim light, I think he can tell what I’m doing.

I unbutton my shirt, toss it aside, and reach for the hook of my favorite black bra.

Then,

 

“I wouldn’t even do this to my boyfriend, you know?”

 

I press my exposed br3asts against his massive c0ck, beginning a service that uses my entire upper body.

Squeezing them?

That’s not even possible. With my E-cup size, I can barely cover half of it.

So, how do I compensate?

With my whole body.

I use every inch of my upper body to stroke his lengthy member.

 

(So hot… And how hard is this…?)

 

As I rub his c0ck with my entire torso, I feel its heat and hardness against my skin.

This thing is practically a weapon now.

A tool designed to drive women insane.

My body is getting so hot, even though we’re just touching each other with our skin.

 

“Nngh, ah—”

 

This time, it’s definitely my voice.

With my E-cup br3asts feeling his manhood, my n1pples occasionally brushing against his hardness.

What’s most terrifying is the sight of his throbbing c0ck bobbing before me.

The intense musky scent from his tip drives me to further acts.

 

“Nngh, nnngh—”

 

Finally, I begin taking his c0ckhead into my mouth.

What taste, what stench.

All the essence of masculinity is packed into this flavor and smell.

The shape and hardness that could drive a woman mad.

Heat so intense it might burn me with a single touch.

I’m sucking on the raw c0ck of Sakagami Daisuke, that damn primate.

 

“Ahh, Nishizono-san, I’m cumming!”

 

“What? Here—?”

 

Even if I stopped here, the man’s ejaculation wouldn’t stop. All that’s left now is for me to swallow it or have it showered all over my body.

What happened to the waitress he mentioned earlier?

Did she take it all, covering her whole body?

 

“Aah! I’m cumming!”

 

Before I could choose, his semen drenched my entire body.

The white, milky fluid was released from the dark tip of his c0ck.

I couldn’t tell what color it was, but I knew it was an unbelievable amount.

After all, my hair, face, and chest were instantly covered in semen.

And still, he kept coming.

 

(What incredible force… And this smell…)

 

I could no longer deny that this man was marking me.

Objectively speaking, it was clear that I was enjoying it.

I wasn’t avoiding his powerful ejaculation at all.

I even took the last bullet of semen into my mouth myself.

 

“Seriously, what kind of smell is this?”

 

One sniff was enough to make a woman melt. I didn’t know if there was such a thing as aphrodisiac semen, but this man’s was exactly that. Even after being drenched in so much semen, I still wanted more.

At this point, I had no choice but to accept it.

The fact that I was hopelessly aroused by this man’s p3nis.

I mean, I was topless, covered in semen from head to toe!

Not to mention, there was still his cun in my mouth, and I was still savoring its taste and scent.

If someone were to lower my underwear right now, they’d know I’m turned on, wouldn’t they?

But this man couldn’t sense it at all.

Clueless. No tact. No understanding of women’s feelings.

So I took off my panties myself and said:

In simple Japanese, even a monkey could understand,

 

“Put your p3nis in me. Fvck me however you like until help comes.”

 

By then, even this dense man could figure it out.

The truth that I wanted to have s3x with him.

I would never show this to my friends.

And definitely not to my ex-boyfriend.

And not even to the men around me who had become my fans since the beauty pageant.

Even if the world were turned upside down, there was no way that I would stick my butt out and ask for his p3nis.

 

“Ah… ah—♡”

 

As I put my hands on the elevator wall and stick my butt out, the man presses the tip of his glans against me.

There’s no way I can handle something that big.

Even though I thought that, the man slowly pried my entrance open and slowly penetrated inside.

The head of his p3nis alone would tear my insides apart. Even though I thought that, my insides were expanding more than I expected, and I was beginning to accept the man’s size.

 

“How far is it now?”

 

“Still only halfway in.”

 

When I asked the man about the progress in a strained voice, the answer came like a death sentence.

Halfway? I feel like I’ve had all the penises of all my boyfriends inside me.

 

“Should we stop?”

 

“Keep going! Thrust all the way to the hilt! Let your mighty glans kiss my cervix!”

 

This was a desperate plea.

How could I endure being treated with such consideration during s3x by this man? If he’s a man, then act like one and thrust your c0ck all the way in!

 

“Then I’m going in!”

 

“Ah, ahhngh—♡”

 

Without mercy, he drove his thick member deep inside me. My inner walls stretched violently. I’d never experienced anything so thick invading me so far. My body screamed this was abnormal.

But on the other hand, I could tell that I was wetter than I’d ever been in my life..

My instincts urged me to become aroused, to accept as much of this man’s c0ck as possible.

Arousal.

Yes, this is arousal.

Seeing Sakagami Daisuke’s formidable p3nis, the female Nishizono Kaede had completely gone into heat.

The least popular boy and the school’s coolest beauty.

Those labels meant nothing now as his c0ck invaded me, all the way to my uterus.

 

“Ah! It’s… It’s going in deep—♡”

 

There was no denying this was s3x.

I’m having bareback s3x without a condom with Daisuke Sakagami.

His stiff, hook-like p3nis holds my body in place and won’t let go.

My upper body arched instinctively, searching for the perfect position to take him deeper.

There was no backing out now.

I’m having s3x with Daisuke Sakagami.

 

“Ah—♡”

 

When his c0ckhead finally reached my cervix, I was already at the peak of ecstasy.

A tingling sensation erupted from the point of contact between his c0ck and my cervix, spreading through my entire body.

A climax I’d never experienced before.

I’d only been able to climax with my boyfriend’s final hip thrusts, but now just one kiss was making me squirt.

This man is on another level.

If I got tangled up with a guy like this, I’d probably never be able to return to my old life.

No, I don’t want to go back in the first place.

I never want to live a life without knowing this kind of s3x again.

 

“Ah♡ Ah♡”

 

Soon, the man begins to thrust.

It’s still in the early stages. He’s only moving his hips lightly, but I’m already on the verge of climax.

The glans was unbelievably intense.

His erect p3nis scraped against the ceiling, its sturdy glans raking against every inch of my vaginal walls.

I thought this was truly ultimate s3x.

s3x where a strong man and his formidable c0ck simply ravaged me.

But I believed this was the real s3x.

After all, women like me were born into this world to be violated by such strong men.

 

“Ah, I’m cumming again.♡”

 

All it took was the man shifting gears slightly, and I came instantly.

Truly free and unrestricted.

To him, I’m nothing more than a pvssy service hole.

But that’s fine. That’s good.

Because I want to live as Daisuke’s pvssy s3x slave.

 

“Ah♡ Daisuke! Come harder!”

 

Even his gentle strokes make me climax uncontrollably, yet I crave more intensity.

This man’s seriousness must not end there.

He possesses something that could carry every woman in this world to heaven.

 

“I-Is it okay?”

 

“Just do it! And call me Kaede when you talk to me!”

 

Now I want this man to call me by my name. Six months ago, even being called by my surname annoyed me, but now, just thinking about him calling me Kaede makes my pvssy heat up.

 

“Alright, I’m coming, Kaede.”

 

As expected, his words made my whole body throb. It was my pvssy that throbbed the most, but the throb in my chest was just as intense.

Then—

 

“Ahh! Daisuke’s c0ck is so good♡”

 

I was overjoyed as the intense thrusting finally began.

What is this? What kind of s3x is this?

His impossibly thick p3nis hit every single one of my pleasure points, nearly making me climax instantly.

The thrusts against my cervix, now upgraded from kisses to full-blown assaults, turned me into his slave in an instant.

 

“Ah,♡ I’m cumming♡ cumming again♡”

 

No matter how many times I climaxed, Daisuke showed no signs of ejaculating. I’d heard he could shoot ten times in one night. If that was true, I’d have to make this man cum fourteen more times.

While I’m being made to cum over and over again during s3x, this guy hasn’t ejaculated even once.

Just how many times does this manly p3nis have to make me climax before it’s satisfied?

 

“Ahh, Kaede, I’m going to step it up now!”

 

“What, there’s more?! Aahh!!”

 

The thrusting now felt like the main act of our earlier foreplay.

His masculine c0ck plunged deep into me, slapping my buttocks with each forceful movement. The elevator echoed with the rhythmic slapping sounds. Even during these brutally intense thrusts, Daisuke kneaded my E-cup br3asts from behind, pinching my n1pples until I climaxed effortlessly.

Then…

 

“Ahh♡ What is this♡ It’s amazing♡.”

 

The pleasure is so intense that I feel like I might lose consciousness.

Each thrust seemed to blow my mind away. The sheer intensity of it battered against my skull.

By now, my v4g1na had been stretched to accommodate this man’s monstrous size.

This thick, sturdy p3nis is inside me. I can’t even imagine what my insides look like now.

But it’s fine.

If I can experience this kind of amazing s3x, then it’s worth it.

If I can find this incredible c0ck, I’d be willing to become a caveman.

Because I was born to have s3x with this man.

I was born into this world as a woman to be creampied by this man, to be impregnated by him.

 

“Ah! I’m gonna cum, Kaede!”

 

“Ahh! Give it to me! Daisuke’s super-concentrated semen—just shoot it straight into Kaede’s pvssy!”

 

I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.

Just an animal being thrust from behind.

A farm animal true to its instincts, dedicated to the sublime act of s3x.

But that’s fine.

If Daisuke can cum inside me.

If I could become Daisuke’s woman.

I could finally abandon everything except myself.

 

“Ah! I’m cumming!”

 

“Oh!! Oh♡♡♡”

 

Voiceless cries.

Peakless climax.

Daisuke’s sperm, slamming into me with such force, was enough to knock me unconscious.

He creampied me, and I came.

This was the first time in my life that I experienced such an orgasm that I lost track of myself.

All of my senses were heightened, as if everything from the top of my head to the tips of my toes had become a cl!toris.

I came from being creampied.

By that Sakagami Daisuke.

By an ape.

Pounded from behind by his thick c0ck, I came a hundred times harder than all my previous orgasms combined.

There was no reason to cover it up now.

After all, I had fallen hopelessly in love with this man, and with his c0ck.

 

“Are you alright?! I’m about to remotely open the door now!”

 

As if just timing the first round of s3x to end, the call with the repairman was back on.

Before long, we were freed from the broken elevator and managed to escape the locked room.

 

“You’re not going to just let me go home like this, are you?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“If it’s now, it’s fine. I wouldn’t mind becoming your woman. I’m single, and the s3x felt good too.”

 

I don’t know if this guy understood what my assertive attitude meant.

But even if he didn’t…

 

“Ah,♡ having s3x in the lab is just as nice♡♡.”

 

In the end, once you’re connected, it’s all the same.

I invited Daisuke into my lab and spent the night having s3x.

I straddled him on the desk where I usually study, letting him fvck me in the cowgirl position this time.

After all, I was prepared to be fucked until the morning in the first place. As a woman, there’s no way I could accept that it was over just because the elevator was fixed, right?

 

“Ah, Kaede’s pvssy feels so good—”

 

“Ahh♡ Daisuke’s d1ck feels so good for me too♡ You’re going to make me your personal pvssy slave, right?♡”

 

Daisuke took a moment to respond to my request. I’ll find out the reason for that moment later.

 

“Ahh♡ Daisuke’s s3x feels so good♡♡.”

 

For now, I simply surrendered to the real male c0ck inside me.

To prove this meeting with him was fate itself.

I just let his sturdy p3nis fill my pvssy, my E-cup br3asts swaying violently as I carved his masculine shape into my flesh.

To become this man’s s3x slave…

 

“Ahhn♡ Daisuke’s big c0ck is making me cum again♡♡♡”

 

Today, I’m shaking my hips on top of him again.