Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - 0 Interlude

The letter I’d been longing for—though saying that might raise suspicions—had finally arrived from Daisuke.

The carefully edited postcard showed his nostalgic friend’s face beside a white girl making a peace sign.

She was a stunning blonde with a ponytail. Just like America, I thought. Even middle school girls have such alluring figures.

However, the letter did not mention her, so it’s possible that he simply asked a local girl who was passing by to take a photo together.

Daisuke is shy around girls, to the point that he hesitates to even talk to them.

Although he does get out of hand and sometimes asks for s3x.

“Where’s Dallas again?”

According to the letter, Daisuke is planning to head to England next. I’d expected him to be in Poland by now, so it seems his journey isn’t progressing as smoothly as anticipated.

“I wonder when he’ll come again.”

The downside of these travel letters is that I can’t reply.

They’re always one-sided, with no way for me to respond.

I imagine Daisuke’s parents feel the same way.

As his actual parents, they must be worried about their only son traveling abroad. Given how little he cares about family matters, it’s possible he’s sending letters to friends but not to his parents.

Out of consideration for the Sakagami family, I’ve decided to deliver this letter to Daisuke’s mother.

At least knowing their son is safe should prevent them from being too distracted at work or with household chores.

“Huh?”

Yet before the Sakagami family’s single-story house stood an unfamiliar girl.

She was a Caucasian girl with striking, bright blonde hair.

Her distinctive twin tails were tied up with a red hair tie, and her profile had a melancholic tinge to it, which, combined with her jade-colored eyes, created a mysterious aura.

She looked like a beautiful girl who had stepped straight out of a storybook.

Judging by the carry-on bag she’d left in front of the house, she might be a tourist visiting Japan.

But there wasn’t a single tourist attraction in this residential neighborhood.

I was about to approach her, thinking she might be lost, when…

“Hey, guy. Do you know Sakagami’s house?”

The sudden English startled me. It was natural for a foreigner not to speak Japanese, but the fact that this girl had come from across the sea made me unusually aware of her foreignness, making me more nervous than necessary.

It’s not that unusual to see foreigners these days.

“So, Sakagami, do you mean Daisuke’s house?”

“YES!! Daisuke!! Where is Daisuke?”

The moment I mentioned Daisuke’s name, the girl’s expression brightened up.

She’s truly a stunning beauty. The way she approaches without hesitation makes me realize the cultural differences between here and her homeland.

“Are you acquainted with Daisuke?”

Though it seems unlikely, she appears to have come looking for him. I’ve never heard of Oda having foreign friends, so perhaps she met him during this trip?

That said, my English isn’t particularly good either. I quickly handed her the postcard to let her know that Daisuke was on his way to England.

“Who is this girl…?”

Even from the sidelines, I could see that she was trembling.

Did I accidentally show her something inappropriate?

In stark contrast to her sunny smile from earlier, there stood a Western version of a demon.

“Who are you? Daisuke’s friend?”

Realizing the conversation was going nowhere, I mustered the courage to ask.

If she were Daisuke’s friend, I might be able to help as another friend.

If a friend came from abroad to visit me and I wasn’t there, I’d be utterly lost too.

“I am–“

At that moment, the girl met my gaze head-on.

Her emerald eyes were so beautiful I felt myself being drawn into them.

If I didn’t have a girlfriend, I might have fallen in love.

“Daisuke’s future wife.”

The girl’s cool delivery left me utterly speechless.

What exactly has he been up to in America?