Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 4

“Hey Daisuke. I got a new job for you.”

 

I’ve got a job for you, Daisuke.

The one who suddenly said this wasn’t a female boss in her late twenties, nor was it a middle-aged staff member from the public employment office. It was Sarah.

Sara, swaying her trademark blonde ponytail, took me into the city with a smug look on her face.

 

“Wait, hold on, Sarah!”

 

Sarah had arranged various jobs for me before. Most of them involved questionable content, like having s3x with a sexless white woman living in Japan, or attending a wild party with a dozen white women as the only man present. In short, all these jobs forced me into s3x with white beauties.

I had initially resisted the idea of selling my body, but all the women Sarah chose were white women with huge br3asts. Besides, she’d create situations where I had no choice but to have s3x, so I couldn’t refuse.

I could now have s3x with new white women.

Moreover, the pay was quite good. Even after deducting Sarah’s agency fee, I still made a substantial amount each time.

Most importantly, every white woman I slept with would say, “I’m so glad I got to have s3x with you,” and many would come back for more. As a man, that made me feel good.

But this “job” was quite different from the previous ones.

 

“Is this really true? If I have s3x with him, can I have a child too?”

 

The person Sarah introduced me to at a hotel in Tokyo was a young Japanese woman.

She looked to be in her late twenties, or perhaps even younger.

Her long, soft hair complemented her clear, refined features so well that her face seemed almost too perfect for a Japanese woman. If pressed to make a comparison, she reminded me of Sophia, the woman I’d met in Russia.

The reason this impression stuck with me was that despite her relatively relaxed clothing, her chest couldn’t help but draw attention.

A calm, refined woman with large br3asts. That’s the simplest way to describe her.

 

“Yes. He has a proven track record in…”

 

Of course. He does have solid achievements.

Sarah pulled out the documents with confidence.

 

“Wow…”

 

They were documents about women who became pregnant after s3x with me.

These were the same documents she’d sent to the other party beforehand.

I skimmed through the documents briefly, finding rows of data claiming I’d impregnated numerous infertile women. Whether any of it was true remained unclear.

Apparently, many of the white women whom Sarah had arranged to have s3x with me were undergoing fertility treatment, and I had made most of them pregnant.

The files included more than just text data. There were detailed videos of every sexual encounter, along with ultrasound images from the women’s subsequent pregnancies. It was as if they were trying to prove my “accomplishment” of impregnating so many infertile white women through sheer force of evidence.

I remained skeptical about these claims.

For one thing, I’d had no idea any of the women were undergoing infertility treatments. While I’d heard some became pregnant afterward, there was no way to confirm whether the children were conceived during our encounters.

When I confronted Sarah about this matter,

 

“It’s true.”

 

That’s what she claimed.

Apparently, I had impregnated women whom modern medicine couldn’t help, all through purely sexual intercourse.

I’m not sure how much of what she said was true, but at least Sarah herself seemed to have confidence in my “abilities,” and she conveyed those feelings directly to the client.

That’s why she believed even the words of someone like me, whose origins were unknown.

Of course, her genuine anguish over infertility probably played a larger role.

She’d tried all sorts of treatments, but nothing worked.

In the end, she was grasping at straws.

It was during this desperate time that she met a strange girl named Sarah Anderson.

 

“I… understand now… I’ll have s3x with this person. This person’s bl00d type is B, right?”

 

Why did she suddenly ask about bl00d type? I wondered at first, but as I considered the upcoming act, it made sense.

This person was probably a married woman.

Still young and beautiful, but troubled by infertility. After trying various treatments, she’d ended up here, at me, or rather, at Sarah.

The claim that having s3x with me would make her pregnant – whether true or false, who could say?

Though still half-doubting, she’d ultimately believed it and was now preparing for “baby-making s3x” with me.

Checking the bl00d type was to ensure it matched her husband’s.

We’d learned this in middle school science class – a child’s bl00d type is determined by both parents’.

There are differences like AO or AA, but generally speaking, if both parents are B type, their children can only be B or O type.

If a child with an impossible bl00d type for her husband were to be born, it would immediately raise suspicions of infidelity. This was a method to avoid that.

But why…

Why would she go to such lengths just to have her own child?

Well, as a biological species, the instinct to preserve one’s lineage is inescapable.

In Japan, where outdated notions like “a woman isn’t truly complete until she bears a child” still persist among older generations, there might even be the belief that having children makes life easier.

But any child born through this would be hers and mine, not hers and her husband’s.

I never believed I possessed the power to impregnate women struggling with infertility, but if this child-making s3x succeeds, the resulting child will carry both our genes.

Most couples seeking infertility treatment do so because they want a child who inherits both parents’ genetic traits.

If bl00d ties don’t matter, adoption remains an option.

But with this method, only half of the genes would be inherited. Or perhaps their marriage had broken down, making them a so-called “mask couple,” and she simply wanted a child that she could call her own. That might make sense.

But the woman before me didn’t look like someone living in a failed marriage at all.

She had a serene demeanor, as if her needs were fulfilled beyond children, so why would she suddenly want to have a child with me, a man whose origins she doesn’t even know?

And what’s more, she’s even having raw s3x with me, something that should only be allowed with her husband.

 

“She watched your video.”

 

My confusion must have shown on my face, because Sarah leaned in close and whispered softly.

She watched the video? They showed her footage of me having s3x with another woman. What the hell is that supposed to accomplish?

Apart from a s3x-starved man. What emotion would a married woman typically feel after seeing another couple’s intimate moments? Isn’t it just plain disgust?

Seeing my continued skepticism, Sarah added one final remark.

 

“Women are the creatures who like to justify themselves.”

 

Women are creatures who make excuses to suit their own convenience.

I had no idea what she was talking about, but the expression on her face as she spoke was so bewitching that I found myself holding my breath.

It was the kind of adult expression she wore when we were having s3x.

Once again, I realized that a girl’s maturity had nothing to do with her age.

 

“Let’s begin.”

 

At Sarah’s command, we both fell silent.

s3x with a complete stranger.

Moreover, I didn’t even know her name.

When suddenly told to have s3x with such a person, I had no idea what to do or how to proceed.

 

“Um… aren’t you going to turn off the lights?”

 

In the ordinary city hotel room, she asked anxiously. She probably always did it in the dark with her husband.

This wasn’t a love hotel, but closing the curtains and turning off all the lights would make it reasonably dim.

But when Sarah says we should get started, she doesn’t close the curtains at all, so she seems pretty confused.

However…

 

“It looks clear because it is bright.” 

 

Sarah’s words left the young married woman speechless.

Is she saying we should do it because we can see clearly? I thought, but for some reason, she seemed to have resolved herself internally.

As proof of this,

 

“Don’t look too closely…”

 

She began removing her clothes piece by piece, her voice barely audible as she spoke.

First came the frilly, adorable shirt.

Then the thin camisole beneath it.

Naturally, underneath that lay her bra.

Her br3asts were massive, reminiscent of a white woman’s.

The fabric supporting her full br3asts, which were perfectly worthy of the word “voluptuous,” fell to the floor surprisingly easily, following gravity.

Despite their size, her br3asts maintained their shape remarkably well.

Her n1pples were a translucent pale pink, and despite being a married woman, her br3asts looked fresh and untouched, as if never thoroughly used.

Soon, she moved on to her wide pants, determinedly removing even her underwear with a resolute expression.

The secret garden revealed instantly was so beautiful that it seemed impossible for a married woman.

Even if told not to look, such a gorgeous naked body naturally draws one’s gaze.

Whether she belonged to someone else or not, a woman with such a beautiful body was bound to be blessed with good fortune.

 

“Um…”

 

The woman gestured at someone, and it was Sarah she addressed.

I didn’t understand what that meant, but Sarah seemed to grasp her request immediately.

 

“Pull out your c0ck, Daisuke.”

 

She instructed me in English that sounded vaguely familiar, ordering me to take off my pants.

 

(Even if she tells me to take them off…)

 

I still hesitated. But considering the woman was already completely naked, refusing to undress myself would be a matter of male pride. So…

 

(I’m so embarrassed…)

 

Trembling with embarrassment, I stripped off my pants and underwear in front of her, exposing my crotch.

Instantly, I realized the woman had gone silent.

Is my p3nis that strange? I wondered. But there was no way to tell – I’d barely seen other men’s private parts before, so I had no idea how mine differed from others.

 

“Now only for you.”

 

This belongs to you alone now.

Sarah’s words seemed to stir something in the woman, though I couldn’t tell what…

 

“I’ll take it in my mouth.”

 

“Huh?”

 

This stunning beauty was timidly holding my p3nis in her hand—could she possibly be about to take it in her mouth?

 

“Ahh—”

 

The sudden blowjob sent my arousal skyrocketing, whether I liked it or not.

A gorgeous woman I’d just met—a married woman with massive br3asts—was sucking on my bare c0ck.

 

(Her tongue… It’s hitting the underside…)

 

She moved with practiced ease, befitting a married woman. Yet there was an awkwardness to her motions, like she was straining to keep up.

This contradiction made it feel perfect, building my excitement even higher.

 

“Sarah, what’s her name? What’s her name?”

 

I didn’t even know why I wanted to know, but I desperately needed to know this person’s name.

Maybe it was just proper etiquette to know someone’s name before sleeping with them. Or maybe knowing her name would make it easier to ask her for more.

 

“She’s Asuka Watanabe. 26 years old. Another man’s wife.”

 

Sarah emphasized her married status as she reported with a smug expression. Before I know it, she has taken out a home video and is filming the scene, perhaps to use it as promotional material for her next business partner.

But now, such details meant nothing to me.

At that moment, I simply wanted to savor the pleasure of her skilled blowjob.

Or perhaps more than that…

 

“Oh, Asuka, can you squeeze me with your thing?”

 

“S-squeeze, do you mean with my tits?”

 

Ayuka stammered, her tongue still tracing the contours of my erect p3nis.

With those ample assets, had her husband never demanded a breastjob? How could I, a stranger, be the first to claim this privilege?

That’s what I thought, but…

 

“I-I understand…”

 

She was surprisingly obedient and squeezed my p3nis between her voluptuous br3asts.

In an instant, my p3nis was enveloped in a soft sensation.

Her br3asts were so warm and soft. This is why a titjob from a woman with ample br3asts is the best.

 

“Does it feel good…?”

 

Ayuka asked, her modest movements making her ample chest sway dramatically. Even with restrained motions, her substantial br3asts jiggled with exaggerated motion.

 

“It feels amazing… Can I cum in your mouth like this?”

 

I got carried away and asked the married woman something outrageous.

I thought she would be quite obedient in accepting my ejaculation in her mouth,

 

“No. You have to pour all of your semen into my uterus. That’s the contract.”

 

She rejected my request with surprising clarity. “I came here to make a child with you. I have no intention of engaging in any other activities.”

I felt as if she was coldly rejecting me out of her pride as a married woman,

 

“Please hurry and fill my pvssy with your cum.”

 

Watching the married woman lying on her back on the bed, begging for me to cum inside her, I suddenly couldn’t tell what was right or wrong anymore.

In that confusion, the only certainty I held was my master’s teaching: “A man who fails to finish what he starts is a disgrace.”

 

“I’m going in, Asuka.”

 

She gave a quiet nod at my words.

Her beautiful entrance had somehow spread wide open.

Though I hadn’t even touched her, her readiness was clear—the perfect amount of wetness already coating her walls.

And so, into that married woman’s pvssy, I—

 

“Ahhn—!”

 

Without thinking, I drove my swollen c0ck into her.