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

When Dylan defiled his mother, he always made sure to keep the guards away from the room. He wanted to concentrate on their carnal act.

That said, he was the boss of the cartel.

The mansion was heavily guarded, and the guards stationed inside were limited to his most trusted confidants.

Even Iglesias couldn’t enter the mansion at night. No matter how competent he was, you never knew what someone from the Socias family might be thinking.

“When he spends the night with the mistress, he becomes vulnerable. The guards who normally stand watch outside his room wait in a distant part of the mansion. That’s the only time we can assassinate him.”

And at that moment, only my mother and I would be in the mansion.

I was the only one who could storm the room where he defiled my mother.

“I understand this is cruel to Lady Diana. But if we eliminate Dylan, the organization will fall into chaos. We’ll seize that opportunity to regain our power as the Socias faction. This is something only you, Lady Diana, can accomplish.”

Only I can do this.

Part of it is physical, but killing the enemy leader as the true daughter of the Socias leader would undoubtedly boost our faction’s morale.

Indeed, this would be the perfect battle cry to spark a coup.

I could finally kill that detested Dylan with my own hands. For me, the daughter of Socias, this was also a deeply held wish.

That said, I’m still just a seventeen-year-old girl.

Though I’m the daughter of Cartelbos, I’ve never killed anyone before. More than anything, I can’t hide my revulsion at the idea of barging into the scene where that man is violating my mother.

That man had been defiling my mother every night.

At first, my mother’s voice had resisted, but lately it had taken on feminine tones, and I feared what I might see if I witnessed it up close.

Even now, I wish my mother would reject Dylan.

But what if she had surrendered to that man? What if she had verbally resisted while her body accepted the man who was her husband’s enemy?

That would drive me insane.

If that kind and noble mother of mine had truly fallen to Dylan in both name and reality, I don’t know what I would become.

“…This is the gun my late father used. I’ve been hiding it for this very day.”

Iglesias pulled out the Tokarev my father had cherished from his br3ast pocket.

Twelve years had passed since my father’s murder.

That much time had already gone by since the tragedy.

Yet the presence of my father’s gun remained undiminished, about to be passed on to me through Iglesias.

This gun must be the culmination of twelve years of obsession for the people of Socias.

Some may have even lost their lives protecting this weapon.

Most importantly, I’ve realized that Iglesias swore loyalty to our archenemy, Dylan, and climbed to the upper echelons of the new organization solely to deliver this Tokarev to me at this precise moment.

This is the fate of a daughter born to the cartel.

I felt as if my father, and even my grandfather and great-grandfather who ruled Socias before him, were commanding me to kill that man.

A normal daughter would probably refuse.

But I’m not normal.

I am Diana Socias.

“…Very well. I’ll avenge my father’s unfinished business.”

The gun felt heavier than I expected.

My father’s will.

Inheriting the resolve of Iglesias and the others, I resolved to stand before that cursed room.

…It’s fine. If I kill Dylan, everything will work out.

My gunshot would be the signal. The Socias members waiting outside the mansion would rise in rebellion.

I would kill Dylan, while Iglesias and the others would seize control of the mansion.

Meanwhile, Socias operatives hidden across the country would simultaneously assassinate the leaders of the new organization. This way, Socias would reclaim its position as the dominant force in Costa Rica.

These twelve years had undoubtedly been spent for this purpose alone.

The reason I endured my mother’s voice being held captive by Dylan every night, the reason I endured Dylan’s gaze that saw me as a future s3x toy—all of it was for this moment, to kill that man.

(Ah… Dylan… There…)

On the day of the operation, I stood outside Dylan’s bedroom.

As expected, not a single guard remained. In this vast mansion, I was the only one free to move about.

The bed creaked.

A muffled woman’s voice came from beyond the door.

My beloved mother was being violated by that man.

The scene unfolding in this room was something I didn’t want to see.

But I wouldn’t run away.

As the daughter of Socias, I’d resolved to protect our home.

I’m going in.

I gripped my father’s Tokarev tightly and opened the bedroom door.

“Ahnn! Not thereee! ♡♡”

I’d imagined it, but the sight before me was something I couldn’t bear to look at.

Mother was stripped naked as if it were natural, being violated by Dylan in a bestial position.

With each thrust of Dylan’s member, her exposed br3asts and buttocks shook violently.

The raw sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberated through the room.

The bedroom was thick with heat and the intense stench of man and woman.

Mother, completely vulnerable as Dylan’s c0ck violated her, seemed to have surrendered completely to her feminine nature.

With every deep thrust, she made the sounds of a b1tch in heat, offering no resistance – not even a word – as she reveled in Dylan’s c0ck.

Her flushed cheeks.

The face of the drooling b1tch was a far cry from that kind and noble mother I knew.

“Don’t thrust so violently!”

Though she protested, my mother was thoroughly enjoying Dylan’s rigid member.

That kind mother of mine, my father’s wife, was so focused on fucking the man who killed her husband that she didn’t even notice me opening the door.

“What’s wrong, Diana! It’s not your turn yet!”

“Ah!”

Even after noticing my presence, Dylan didn’t stop thrusting. If anything, he accelerated his dry pistoning, ravaging my mother’s depths.

“Mother… Why…?”

Finally aware of my existence, my mother stared at me with disbelief written all over her face.

Yet her body remained offered to Dylan, without the slightest hint of resistance.

It was as if she couldn’t resist even if she wanted to. Could s3x with the man who killed her husband be that pleasurable?

“Release her too, Mother. Otherwise, I’ll shoot you here.”

I removed the safety mechanism and pointed my father’s Tokarev at Dylan.

“Oh, how unusual. Can a born lady like you even pull the trigger?”

Dylan’s expression didn’t waver. How frustrating. It must be because he’s survived more dangerous situations than I have.

This man could see through everything – the tremor in my finger on the trigger, my fear of shooting someone.

“And what’s this? Your mother doesn’t seem to mind at all, does she?”

“Ah…! Stop, Dylan – don’t do this anymore –”

Even with her daughter pointing a gun at him, my mother kept moaning.

Maybe once a body catches fire, a single pistol can’t put it out?

“Don’t worry, it’s your turn next. Really, aren’t you getting wet just watching my sturdy c0ck here?”

Seeing Dylan proudly thrust his manhood in and out of my mother’s secret place made me terrified to the core.

Seeing this man—sweating not a single drop as he continued to violate his mother before his daughter—made me realize that this was the kind of man who had taken my father’s life.

Madness.

That’s the word for it.

A lowlife who feels no resistance to killing people or defiling parents in front of their children.

Even when faced with a seventeen-year-old girl pointing a gun at him, Dylan kept enjoying s3x with his mother.

“…That can’t be true.”

I poured all my resentment into my finger, tightening my grip.

I’d never fired a gun before. There was no guarantee I could aim for Dylan instead of my mother. They were moving too violently. If the bullet went astray and hit her—

Dylan probably didn’t notice my hesitation. He kept violating my mother because he was certain I wouldn’t shoot.

It was infuriating.

That this man had killed my father.

That he’d stolen my mother.

That he’d destroyed Socias.

But my finger was trembling.

The man who killed my father stood before me.

My opponent was completely unarmed, while I held a gun.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The perfect chance to turn everything upside down.

“Wait here. Once I’m done with this bastard, I’ll take your virginity.”

“Ah, Dylan… Stop!”

As Dylan began his final thrusts, his mother’s voice underwent a clear transformation. Her earlier resistance had given way to pure, unadulterated moans.

With each forceful penetration of his rigid c0ck, she cried out in ecstasy like a young maiden.

“Ahhn! ♡♡ Noooo! ♡♡♡”

When Dylan accelerated his pistoning motion, her gasps escalated into near-screams.

Her usually concealed, voluptuous br3asts now swung violently with each movement, their fullness on full display.

With each thrust of the man’s hips into her, my mother’s buttocks swayed in a way that seemed utterly obscene—nothing like her usual prim and proper demeanor.

The mother who had been revered as a saint by our family was nowhere to be found.

The mother my father loved, the mother I loved, had been utterly conquered by Dylan.

“Ah-haah! ♡♡♡ Noooo! ♡♡♡”

In that moment, even though I’d never experienced s3x before, I knew my mother had reached climax.

Her moans were different from before—breathless and desperate.

Her body lay limp and spent.

And between us, a milky-white fluid dripped from our connection.

Mother had been made to climax by Dylan.

And simultaneously, she’d been made to cum.

In a way, this was more shocking than witnessing my father’s brutal murder before my eyes.

The sight I’d never wanted to see was now reality, unfolding before me.

“I kept you waiting, Diana. Next is you.”

When Dylan pulled his erect p3nis out from between his mother’s legs, a pungent odor I’d never encountered before assaulted my senses.

It was a foul, acrid smell – the stench of semen.

For the first time in my life, I saw a man’s engorged member up close, glistening with a mixture of his mother’s fluids and his release.

“What do you think of this? Too beautiful to speak?”

“N-no way—”

As Dylan advanced toward me, I instinctively retreated.

Even after ejaculation, his erection maintained its formidable presence, clearly indicating his intent to violate my virginity without delay.

The mushroom-like organ stood defiantly erect.

How could adults possibly consider inserting such a thing inside someone? They must be utterly deranged.

“Kyaa—!”

Cornered against the wall, I accidentally dropped my gun in a panic.

This was my perfect chance while Dylan had disengaged from his mother’s body, but I’d squandered it – overwhelmed by the sheer spectacle of his male anatomy.

“You’ve grown quite a bit in the time I’ve been away. Were you preparing to seduce men with this?”

“S-st-stop—”

Dylan forcefully groped my bare chest.

This was the worst possible situation. The worst possible sensation.

Would I be raped by Dylan right here?

Even if it meant death, I refused to let that happen.

“Don’t pretend you dislike it. You must have the same bl00d flowing through you as your mother.”

“Ugh!”

Ignoring my protests, Dylan grabbed my hand and pressed it against his erect member.

The heat and hardness were more intense than I’d imagined, radiating through my palm.

“See? You’ve always wanted to touch this. While listening to your mother’s moans through the door, you must’ve fantasized about becoming like her someday.”

“Stop talking nonsense—ngh!”

In a split second, he seized the opening and reached for my groin. The hateful man’s fingers touched a place no one had ever dared to touch before, and my body jerked involuntarily despite my will.

“See how relaxed you are now. For a virgin, you sure got excited watching my s3x, didn’t you?”

“Ugh—”

Dylan pinched my n1pple through my clothes, stimulating the sensitive area between my legs.

A new sensation I’d never experienced before surged up my spine and flooded my brain.

This man is going to violate me, I thought.

I couldn’t resist because the reality I didn’t want to face had stolen my thoughts.

But part of me—about ten percent—was overwhelmed by the sight of Dylan’s erect c0ck.

That was my weakness. My regret.

If I hadn’t been a virgin, I might have been able to shoot Dylan.

But that was just a hypothetical. Now I was about to lose my virginity to avenge my father.

The worst-case scenario.

The worst possible outcome.

Outside the mansion, Eclesius was waiting for me to fire.

Not just Eclesius, but dozens of Socias members had endured unspeakable hardships for this very day.

For my revenge to end like this…

“Look, you’re completely soaked. Do you want my c0ck that badly?”

“Ah… ah—”

My underwear was torn away, exposing my most intimate parts. As Dylan said, my slick folds glistened with moisture, as if they’d been waiting eagerly for this man’s rigid shaft.

The Socias is finished.

I’ll become one of Dylan’s mistresses like my mother did, eventually craving the pleasure of s3x myself.

I’m sorry, Father…

Bracing myself for everything to come, I squeezed my eyes shut.

I wished it would all just end already.

Socias too.

My life too.

That way, I wouldn’t have to suffer anymore under the burden of my family.

I’d be freed from the shackles of Socias and become truly free.

If I could be reborn, I wanted to be born in a more peaceful country.

I wanted to grow up in a city without guns or drugs, fall in love in a world without conflict or strife, and build a happy family.

That was my dream for my next life as Diana Socias.

(Huh…?)

But no matter how much time passed, neither the pain of losing my virginity nor the future of being pushed down by that hateful man ever came.

Instead, what reached my ears was the dull sound of something being struck, like a blunt instrument.

Then there was the thud of someone collapsing onto the floor.

“Mother…?”

When I opened my eyes, I saw Dylan lying on the floor, bl00d streaming from his head.

Before me, my mother cradled marble figurines in both hands, gazing at her lover lying on the floor with a look of final resolve.

“I’m sorry, Diana…”

The woman there was my kind mother, the one I knew so well.

The mother who had lived with Father and me during Socias’s happy days.

It was as if those happy days had come alive before my eyes.

“Dylan is gone now. I threw that devilish man who ruined our Socias into hell.”

Mother’s figure, stained with Dylan’s bl00d, was far from that of a holy mother.

Though she used words like “devil” and “hell” – words she never normally spoke – the one smiling was my mother, who resembled the Holy Mother Mary.

“…So it was Father’s Tokarev, then.”

There she stood, picking up the gun that had fallen from Father’s bed, gazing at it with tender affection.

A tool meant for killing people.

Mother looked far less suited to be a murder than even I did.

Still, this was a gun filled with memories of Father.

Though Father never drew this weapon before us, it was undoubtedly brimming with the pride of protecting our family and Socias.

This gun symbolized our family and Socias – a proud symbol of protection.

“Mother…?”

With a sorrowful expression, she raised the gun.

“I was this kind of mother, but please forgive me.”

Tears glistened as she managed a motherly smile full of warmth.

Then, with her own finger, she fired through her temple.