Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 3

Manager Ueno Satsuki.

She’s the owner of the izakaya where I’ve been working part-time since my first year of university, and she’s someone I truly admire.

She stands tall and slender, about 175 centimeters tall, like me.

Her long black hair is tied in a ponytail, and she’s the kind of adult woman who looks more stylish than beautiful.

Even though she’s only four years older than me, she feels like she’s ten or fifteen years ahead in maturity. Maybe it’s just the difference in our professional experience.

I guess you could say she’s just that mentally and physically mature. To a first-grade boy, a fifth-grade girl seems like a grown-up, and that’s exactly how Ueno comes across.

Everything about how she carries herself as a working adult, her philosophy as a restaurant employee who values integrity and cleanliness, was all hammered into me by her.

In that sense, she’s the kind of person we college part-timers could call a mentor.

The shop manager had always told us, “You’re my disciples,” and she brought us a master-disciple relationship that’s hard to find in modern society.

A master-disciple relationship.

Yes, for us student part-timers, our connection with Shop Manager Ueno was sacred.

The one guiding and the one being guided. There was always a clear boundary between us, and neither side would ever cross it.

Yet despite this, several times a year, student part-timers would confess their feelings to Shop Manager Ueno and get crushed.

One reason was her extraordinary beauty.

Although she is usually a strict woman, she has an incredibly beautiful face, and many regulars come to the izakaya just to see her.

And her figure was simply stunning.

No, “stunning” didn’t even begin to describe it. Being overwhelmed by the shop manager’s beauty and figure during job interviews had become a rite of passage for us part-timers.

Her tall stature and long legs are only part of it—her waist curves and leg contours are nothing like those of the average Japanese woman.

In proportion to that, her rear is incredibly full. It’s not just customers who can’t help but stare—us regular staff members find ourselves doing the same.

And to top it all off, she has huge br3asts, estimated to be a G cup.

We’ve stared at those twin peaks multiple times a day until they’re burned into our minds. Who knows how many times we’ve fantasized about them?

The other person is the manager.

A noble master-disciple relationship, you might say.

Though even as we think that, I doubt there’s ever been a single part-time employee who didn’t get laid by the manager.

In fact, it might be precisely because she’s our mentor that it’s exciting to have such fantasies.

That’s why every year, a few people dream of the miracle of becoming romantically involved with the manager and confess their feelings.

Naturally, they all get crushed. Still, what makes the manager truly impressive is that even after rejection, most people don’t quit.

Romantic feelings for the manager and the master-disciple relationship are separate.

That’s probably why she’s respected by all her employees.

I’m one of the many people who’ve been rejected by Shop Manager Shangyue.

She told me, “I think of you as my younger brother. Do you know any sisters who want to have s3x with their brothers?”

It was such a bold rejection, but I accepted it. I never expected to get a yes anyway, and I was convinced this was better for my future.

And yet,

“Ahh! Daisuke! Daisuke♡”

When I woke up, I was having s3x with Shop Manager Ueno.

For some reason, her pale white buttocks were right in front of me, and my erect p3nis had been thrust into her defenseless slit without my knowledge.

The shop manager’s walls clung to my flesh as she moved her hips up and down.

Every time her large buttocks collided with my waist, her abundant white flesh shook violently like a shockwave.

Her ponytail had come undone, and her black hair now swayed with such bewitching allure. The glimpse of her snow-white back through the undulating strands felt divine, making me feel as if I were having s3x with a Greek mythological goddess.

The so-called reverse cowgirl position.

I couldn’t see the shop manager’s face, but I was certain it was her, confirmed by her voice and figure.

I was seeing things I’d never normally witness: the shop manager’s buttocks, her pvssy connected to my c0ck, her beautiful anus, her glistening form.

Why was she vigorously thrusting her hips above me?

I don’t know. I’m sure I came to apologize for taking a long break, and ended up having a drink with the manager at the bar.

The location was our usual raised seating area, but the activity happening here was far removed from normal.

I don’t know. I did remember being forced to drink every kind of alcohol with the shop manager, but after that, my memories went blank.

Could it be…

A terrifying thought flashed through my mind.

Could I have raped the shop manager while drunk?

Unconsciously, I had stripped her of her clothes and underwear, removed my garments, and maneuvered us into this reverse cowgirl position.

If that were the case, I would be killed.

Not only did I forcibly pin down the shop manager, but I also thrust my raw c0ck into her.

Yet there’s something about this scenario that doesn’t make sense.

Why would the shop manager be thrusting her hips during what should be a rape?

Moreover, the cowgirl position itself is fundamentally woman-dominated. The choice to pull out or continue lies entirely with her; I’m merely receiving the s3x.

Could it be that the shop manager attacked me while drunk?

That would explain everything.

Even I wouldn’t violate a woman while unconscious, and the shop manager could easily have repelled my stumbling advances.

Of course, it’s entirely possible that the other person was also stumbling around, but even so, the shop manager herself swaying her hips is unnatural.

Could she be mistaking me for her boyfriend or something?

That’s entirely plausible. The shop manager is a known alcoholic. She drinks like no normal person could, gets utterly wrecked, and ends up confusing me for her ex-boyfriend or something while having drunken s3x.

That’s the most logical explanation. But then…

“Ahh! Wake up, Daisuke! Fvck my pvssy with that monstrous c0ck of yours!”

The words “wake up, Daisuke” shatter that theory.

The shop manager knows exactly who she’s fucking.

She’s having raw, reverse cowgirl s3x with me, fully aware I’m Sakagami Daisuke.

“Right now, you can do whatever you want with my tits! You’ve been dying to grope them, haven’t you?! Now you can squeeze my n1pples and br3asts to your heart’s content! You’ll never get another chance like this!”

Her full, rounded br3asts spilled over from the side of her pale back. The very fact that they were visible from this angle proved just how ample the shop manager’s assets were.

Estimated G cup. 

Or maybe even more.

And I was being told I could do whatever I wanted with those br3asts—the G-cup br3asts that every part-time employee coveted.

Better yet, I was permitted to touch her n1pples as well.

Would something like that be allowed?

When the alcohol wore off and she came to her senses, wouldn’t the shop manager beat me to death?

“Ugh! I love you, Daisuke! Marry me! Marry me and fvck my pvssy every night with that hairy, monstrous c0ck of yours!”

The shop manager’s confession came completely out of left field.

While the truth of her words remained uncertain, one thing was clear: she wanted to marry me.

With lewd movements, she is begging for d1ck from the apprentice she once rejected as her younger brother.

“The truth is, I’ve wanted to have s3x with you for a long time!!”

What kind of man wouldn’t get hard at those words?

It is shameful for a man not to eat the food that’s set out for him. If a woman sets out a meal for you, you shouldn’t hesitate to embrace her.

She must have said something like that at some point.

Come to think of it, I suspect several people misunderstood those words and got their confessions crushed. But regardless, the shop manager’s teaching was clear: men shouldn’t shame women.

A meal is set out for you.

What could be more prepared than Ueno, the shop manager, taking my c0ck in her pvssy and begging for s3x?

To honor the shop manager’s teaching, to fulfill my desires, I grabbed her slender waist with both hands and thrust my fully erect c0ck into her cervix with all the passion I’d ever felt.

“Ahhn♡♡♡”

For the first time in my life, I heard the shop manager’s womanly, coquettish voice.

Hearing that alone—being able to thoroughly enjoy the depths of Shop Manager Ueno’s pvssy—made me feel fortunate to have been born into this world.

“Ah! Ah!”

Naturally, our position shifted to doggy style.

With the perfect angle to ravish the manager as I pleased, I relentlessly thrust into Shop Manager Satsuki Ueno’s pvssy, letting my desires run wild.

“Aah! My br3asts feel so good, too!”

Following her instructions, I reached around from behind to seize her br3asts in my hands.

What volume. What resilience.

The sensation of these magnificent br3asts, rivaling those of the white woman I’d slept with in America, filled me with primal satisfaction.

“Aah! My n1pples feel amazing♡.”

Finally, I reached the n1pples I’d fantasized about for years.

Catching the dewy peaks between my fingers, I toyed with her exposed n1pples without restraint, indulging every carnal impulse.

Her n1pples grow harder with each passing moment.

That shop manager is making my fingers stiffen her n1pples.

Just that alone makes my desire for approval go wild.

The manager was making her n1pples hard with my fingers.

“Ahh! Both my br3asts and pvssy feel so good!”

I thrust my hips wildly. With each movement, the shop manager’s folds wrap around my c0ck. The reality of fucking my mentor is too much for my mind to process.

Or maybe this is just a dream from the alcohol. Even if it is, that’s fine. A s3x this good, even in a dream, might never happen again.

“Oh! I’m going to cum from having s3x with my student! My n1pples and pvssy are being toyed with, and even though I’m his master, I’m going to cum!”

The shop manager’s br3asts shake violently in my hands.

What soft, perfect br3asts. The ideal of giant br3asts isn’t in America or Russia, but right here in the Japanese izakaya where I work.

“Oh I’m cumming! My student’s d1ck is going to make Satsuki cum–♡♡”

Under the shop manager’s relentless thrusting, I couldn’t hold back any longer and emptied all my semen inside her. Of course, there was no time to pull out, so it was a full-on release. I was planting my genetic seeds into Shangyue’s pvssy.

It felt amazing.

I never knew having s3x with the manager, and cumming inside her, would feel so good.

“What happened today… must remain our little secret, you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

The breathless manager was on all fours, still connected to me, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. What a lustrous, beautiful body.

To think there would come a day when I could have s3x with such a gorgeous Japanese woman.

“Ahh! My student’s c0ck feels so good!”

Needless to say, we spent the entire night making love.

It was the first time I had s3x with Manager Ueno as a part-time worker.

Though I’d never tell anyone, that badge of honor would forever be etched in my heart.

Alongside the memory of her impossibly pleasurable vaginal walls.