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

Ironically, the gunshot from my mother’s suicide became the spark that ignited the Soisia uprising.

Iglesias and his men, lying in wait nearby, stormed the mansion. Though several lives were lost, they succeeded in suppressing the organization.

As Iglesias had planned, the organization was fragile after losing its leader, and most of the Socías uprisings in various places seemed to have succeeded.

With my mother dead before my eyes, I was left alone as the Soisia rebuilt.

I hardly remember the funeral for my mother or my appointment ceremony as the new leader.

I’d entrusted the family’s operations to Iglesias and his men, and I was nothing more than a banner.

Above all, having lost both my parents, finding meaning in protecting the Soisia was nearly impossible for me.

Twelve years have passed since then.

Socias had regained its former glory, but soon after Iglesias, the regent, fell ill, the organization began its decline.

The old guard, carrying on their father’s legacy, had restored Soisia with pride and resolve.

Yet when the younger generation—unaware of their father’s authority—seized power, corruption swiftly took hold.

I had no interest in drugs or money, and the position of Socias leader became nothing but a burden.

I am not my father.

The man who couldn’t bring himself to shoot Dylan,

The daughter who failed to protect her mother—

Neither possessed the capacity to unite the organization.

By then, the former Socias was no more.

The men violated women as if it were their right, spread narcotics, and corrupted entire neighborhoods.

A corrupt organization had no future, and it lost its position as leader to an upstart cartel like Dylan’s was, and it gradually dwindled.

As for me, I couldn’t care less about rebuilding the organization.

All I did was…

“Where’s all that bravado from earlier?! Use that rigid c0ck of yours to make me ascend!”

I straddled men, shaking my hips with single-minded devotion.

With Iglesias’ death, the person who felt the most depraved was none other than me.

I had men from rival organizations kidnapped and frequently violated them.

I tied their hands and feet, pointed a gun at them, straddled their erect penises, and indulged in the pleasure of s3x.

Even if the man ejaculated, I would never stop until I was satisfied.

More than anything in the world, I loved the sound of men screaming as they were violated during s3x with me.

Rape isn’t something only men do.

If the circumstances are right, women can do it too.

Using my position as the leader of Socias, I continued to violate men.

Sometimes I continued to rape new recruits as a way of handling them.

If I hadn’t been a virgin, maybe I would have been able to shoot Dylan that day.

Maybe my mother wouldn’t have had to die.

As if to make up for that regret, I continued to rape men.

And just like Dylan, who raped my mother that day, by raping other men, I built up the vanity of knowing that I would never be defeated by a man again.

I still regret it now.

Not for not shooting Dylan that day.

But for not being violated by Dylan.

Even now, Dylan appears in my dreams, violating my virginity with bestial ferocity.

No matter how much I resist, Dylan never stops fucking me. Eventually, I lose the will to resist and become his whore.

That recurring nightmare was all because of my obsession with a man who no longer existed.

If Dylan had raped me that day, I would have surrendered like my mother did.

But what if it hadn’t been like that?

What if I hadn’t been defeated by our s3x, but instead taken control and become the one to dominate him?

That obsession clung to my mind, refusing to let go.

I knew such a future could never exist.

Yet I wanted to conquer Dylan through s3x.

I wanted to ride him, make him come over and over, and when he finally begged for mercy, I wanted to sneer, “Look at yourself.”

I’ve recently learned that this is one of the traumas I’ve experienced.

By reliving that night and pretending to violate Dylan—a scenario that never happened—I was trying to erase the wound of losing my mother.

But the Dylan I should have defiled no longer exists.

There’s no mother to save, and no father to protect.

With such a leader uniting the organization, there could be no future. I resolved to end Socias of my own will.

Disbanding is easy, but releasing men who indulge in crime into the city is never a good thing.

So I transferred our drug distribution channels—members and all—to a rival organization, entrusting them with managing these scum.

In essence, it was a surrender. Nothing different from what my mother did with Dylan.

Socias would once again operate under a rival’s umbrella, abandoning its pride and traditions.

I was finally supposed to be free from the burden of Socias and become a free person.

“Truly despicable bastards,” I finally snapped at my former subordinates.

Naturally, I’d secured funds sufficient for my remaining years. Yet these very subordinates had stolen it all—accounts and all.

“I don’t want some low-class b1tch telling me what to do. I want you to be grateful that you’re not being raped and killed right here and now.”

If the leader is corrupt, the subordinates will also be corrupt.

I knew that all too well. What I regretted was my pride in thinking I’d earned some measure of trust from my subordinates.

No matter how much I inherited my father’s bloodline, there’s no one left who remembers his glory.

“Cumming inside you was the best. I couldn’t accept the 12 hours of rape that followed, but I’ll let you go unarmed in honour of my ex-boss’s pleasurable Coño.”

The man grinning crudely before me was the same one I’d ravaged when I was new.

He wasn’t alone – every man here had been raped by me.

Back then, they’d wept and begged for mercy. Now they’re no different from Dylan, seeing women as nothing but s3x toys.

I wanted to kill every last one of them.

But I couldn’t do it.

Was it because we were outnumbered?

Because they were men?

Because I no longer had the will to violate men?

It was too late for Dylan’s obsession to possess me now.

Mother and Father were already gone.

Even Iglesias, whom I’d trusted, had abandoned me.

“The boss of Socias can’t show his face without a loaded gun, so I’ll put one round in. How you use it is your choice. Oh, I mean my ex-boss. Sorry.”

My former subordinates left with my cherished shotgun loaded with a single round.

In our organization, that meant a suicide round.

A bullet meant only for self-destruction.

My subordinates were ordering me to die.

Just like my mother had, pulling the trigger herself.

“That’s ridiculous. Why should I?”

If I were going to commit suicide here, I would have done it long ago when Mother took her own life.

Still, I’ve clung to life because I wanted to embody the spirit of not losing to men.

Of course, the opponent I was trying to outdo no longer exists.

Dylan is dead, Soisia no longer exists, and my subordinates are gone.

I sold out Soisia, which my father and Eglisias had protected.

I have nothing left.

If anything remains, it’s just this wicked desire to trample men.

But with a single bullet, I can’t even threaten my former subordinates.

Especially not members of opposing organizations.

At most, I could only threaten utterly foolish civilians or some clueless travelers.

“Wait!”

Then, from above, the voices of men rang out. Perhaps someone was being chased. Footsteps were approaching. A simple-looking, shy-looking Asian tourist came running towards my former hideout in a panic, as if he was running away from something.