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

“Well, what should I do with this guy?”

The traveler who had fled to my hideout was knocked unconscious from behind by me.

A dull-looking Asian man.

His large frame made it difficult to drag him underground, but I managed to bind him to a chair in my hideout, rendering him immobile.

“I certainly don’t want to have s3x with him.”

I don’t know if he was Chinese or Korean, but I didn’t want to have s3x with a different race.

He looked dull, and I’m sure the s3x wouldn’t be anything special.

He had black hair, yellowish skin, and a bear-like physique, and looked like a simpleton.

“Fortunately, he seems to have money.”

By chance, before I tied him up, I found a stack of American dollars in his trouser pocket.

What does he think this place is? It’s ridiculous to carry so much cash, but I was grateful as a nearly penniless person. With this money, at least I could afford to travel overseas.

I still hadn’t figured out how to live beyond this point, but I thought I could finally escape this town where my parents’ bl00d scent had permeated every corner.

Should I disappear with the man still tied up, or enjoy inflicting some pain on him?

He didn’t look wealthy, but if he turned out to be some rich kid, I might be able to extract a decent ransom.

But that was only possible until yesterday.

Now that I’m no longer a Socias, there’s no safe way to threaten this man’s family for money.

Normally, I would just leave quietly, but strangely, this Asian man was intriguing me.

I had no desire to have s3x with him.

But his plain face and big body somehow stir my sadistic impulses.

I want to see him beg for mercy while crying.

He’s nothing like Dylan, but before leaving this country, it wouldn’t hurt to torment him a little.

“Wake up!”

I poured a bucket of water over the still-sleeping Asian.

I’m going to hurt you with my own hands. I won’t let you sleep so easily.

“Kokowa…” (This place is…)

The man woke up muttering a word I’d never heard before.

He looked utterly wretched, thoroughly soaked. His shirt and pants clung to him like a drowned rat – the very image of Asian slovenliness.

“Kaese!!” (Give it back!!)

His face paled when he saw the stack of bills in my hand. Pathetic fool – he still didn’t understand his situation. Unaware of his bindings, he lunged desperately at me.

“Don’t move.”

To make him understand his position, I shoved the shotgun barrel into his face.

I only had one round, but even a bluff without bullets could turn this kind of man into a slave.

“–!!”

As expected, his face turned pale. No matter how big and strong he might be, being fully bound and facing a gun would do this to anyone.

“Are you Chinese?”

I asked the man if he was Chinese. Most Asian travelers of this type were Chinese, with occasional Japanese or Korean sightings.

“I’m asking if you’re Chinese!”

I yelled at the man who was stuttering and refusing to answer.

I hate unclear men..

Just looking at them makes me irritated, and I want to ask them if they really have a p3nis.

“Ja, Japanese!!!”

I yelled, and the man answered in a panic.

Even this pathetic Japanese man didn’t want to die.

To me, killing him would be inconsequential anyway.

“I’ve got an idea.”

I don’t want to have s3x with a boring Japanese.

But I want to torture him.

There was a way to sexually abuse this man without getting my hands dirty.

“Masturbate here.”

It must have been a humiliating order for a man.

In truth, I’ve made men from rival organizations jerk off in front of me countless times.

I still can’t forget the look of humiliation on their faces during those moments.

The sight of a man stroking his c0ck with no partner present, reaching climax with that pathetic expression, is always laughable no matter how many times I witness it.

“I’ll help you partway through.”

After cutting only the rope binding his wrists with my knife, I stripped the unimpressive Japanese man’s trunks.

I expected his p3nis to be as unremarkable as his appearance, but…

“Oh?”

Contrary to my expectations, something magnificent popped out.

It was one of the largest penises I had ever seen.

Thick and well-hung, with fully peeled foreskin and substantial weight to its dangling balls.

“It’s surprisingly impressive.”

I sneered at the exposed male organ, my laughter directed at the man himself.

To be honest, the size was unexpected, but the situation of me holding all the cards remained unchanged.

The man seemed to understand my command. Trembling with fear yet resisting, he reached for his p3nis.

“Haha!”

Seeing the man begin to stroke himself, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

It’s funny no matter how many times I see it – the sight of a man comforting his c0ck.

I wished I could make Dylan do the same thing.

Come to think of it, Dylan’s thing was just as sturdy as this man’s.

I’d been intimidated by its size before, but after all the times I’ve toyed with men, it’s nothing to fear now.

In the end, a c0ck’s a c0ck. Make it ejaculate a few times and it’ll be begging for mercy afterward.

However…

“What are you trying to do?”

Contrary to my expectations, the man’s c0ck remained flaccid. Despite the situation where he’d be killed if he didn’t ejaculate – or perhaps precisely because of that – he refused to let his p3nis swell at all.

Perhaps sensing my irritation, the man hastily began fiddling with his p3nis.

Yet its size remained unchanged. As I moved to press the gun against him again—

“What’s your name?!”

For some reason, the man asked me my name in English.

I wondered what he would do if he knew something like that, but he asked the same question again,

“…Diana.”

After reluctantly giving my name, gradual changes began to occur.

“Diana…”

The man murmured my name, his voice taking on a strangely feminine quality.

It was honestly quite creepy, but this bizarre behavior seemed to work—

“Wow…”

His p3nis gradually began to swell.

The man’s member grew with unexpected vigor, its size increasing at an astonishing rate.

I was overwhelmed by its size.

Before it was erect, I thought the p3nis was about Dylan’s size, but now it had far surpassed that, growing toward an unimaginable magnitude.

His erect p3nis, arching back and thrusting high into the air, was so powerful and erect that it was hard to believe it belonged to an ordinary Asian man.

“Diana!! Diana…!!”

As the man stroked his formidable erection, he let out another whiny moan.

The sight left me utterly spellbound.

I’d never seen such a monstrous p3nis before.

He should have been a pathetic man jerking off while whimpering like a woman, but the sheer size of his member kept me transfixed.

“Diana!!!”

In the next instant, something impossible happened.

With an ecstatic expression, the Asian man threw his head back, and a torrent of semen erupted from his member with terrifying force.

Naturally, I’d already positioned myself at a safe distance in anticipation of ejaculation.

But my preparations were utterly inadequate. A shotgun blast of semen rained down on my body.

“I’m going to kill you…”

Covered in a torrent of cum, I felt a certain resolve to end this.

My hair, face, cleavage, and clothes were all drenched in Asian-smelling semen.

The stench was utterly revolting.

Thick, viscous semen clung to the corners of my mouth.

“Prepare to die…”

It didn’t matter if there was one bullet or a hundred. I was going to send this bastard to hell.

I put my finger on the shotgun trigger and pulled it towards the man at close range so that it would never miss.

However,

“Why…?”

Even I couldn’t believe what had happened.

I had never shot anyone before, but it was a distance that made it impossible for me to miss.

The muzzle of the gun deflected upwards, and the pellets left countless holes in the wall and ceiling without hitting the man.

I looked down to see the man’s semen clinging to my fingers. This bastard had made me miss my shot.

“Don’t mess with me!”

Forgetting that I only had one bullet left, I tried to reload.

I can’t believe that this guy’s semen would get in the way. Just how many times do these men have to make fun of me before they’re satisfied?

But of course, I had no more bullets to kill him. I could always stab him to death with my knife, but I didn’t want to make my already semen-stained clothes even more bloody.

“…This is ridiculous.”

I gradually regained my composure.

If I killed this man here and got caught, I’d be stuck in jail for years.

I have a more effective way of torturing him.

“I’m going to send you to hell.”

I lifted his half-erect c0ck and took it into my mouth.

Just like always, I’d make him submit sexually.

I’d make him cum until he begged for mercy.

“Diana…!”

The man moaned again in that whiny voice. Well, of course he would. I’ve honed my skills to make men cum effectively.

For twelve years, I’ve lived with one thought: how to sexually torment men.

When I licked his underside and glans, his hardness and size returned in an instant.

It was so big and hard that I couldn’t help but take the bait, but I had no choice but to make him moan.

“How’s that? Doesn’t it feel good?”

As I stroked his magnificent shaft, I smiled seductively. My method was simple: start with gentle strokes to lead him to heaven, then plunge him into hell.

(It’s about time…)

From his throbbing p3nis, I can tell he is close to ejaculation.

With rhythmic strokes of my hand, I guided him inexorably toward release.

“Ahh!!”

The semen that spurted out of his urethra now covered my face in milky white fluid.

But none of that matters now. My sole purpose is to quietly guide this bastard to hell.

“Second shot.”

I count the number of times I make the man ejaculate, my voice cold and detached. Most men start whining after their third release. Even the most vigorous can’t withstand five rounds before they’re drained of all vitality.

This act is all at my pace.

Whether he has just ejaculated or not, my sexual act does not end.

“D-Diana…!!”

Without pause, I begin deepthroat work on his c0ck.

I purposely make slurping noises, driving him further into ecstasy.

“Ah!”

While maintaining both the deepthroat and handjob, I insert a finger into his anus. This prostate stimulation ensures he’ll cum again in no time.

“Ah, Ahh!!”

Look, the back of my throat is covered in semen. As if to express his excitement, the man slams into the back of me.

“Third shot.”

After swallowing his thick semen, I immediately resume deepthroat work.

“Ah…”

This time, more violently than before. I massaged his thick c0ck with my lips while swirling my tongue around the glans. Squeezing his balls and assh0le, I milked out every last drop of his essence.

(What a p3nis…)

As I sucked on it, I was overwhelmed by its resilience. Normally, after three ejaculations, both hardness and size should diminish, but this man’s remained as vigorous as ever.

“Ahhh!!”

Fourth shot. Most men would be drained by now.

Yet his climax showed no signs of weakening. With renewed vigor, he violated my throat once more.

The volume and thickness remained unchanged. If anything, the force seemed greater than at the beginning.

“What kind of balls are these…?”

This man transcended mere endurance.

How much semen could those monstrous balls possibly store?

But there is a limit to everything. With his appearance like this, he probably has months’ worth of semen stored up without a woman to sleep with.

“I guess it can’t be helped.”

My jaw was getting tired, so I took off my tank top and exposed my chest.

I could tell the man was mesmerized by my br3asts.

I’m proud to have the same massive br3asts as my former mother.

When it comes to tempting men, they’re just as effective as my ass.

“Diana…”

I held his p3nis between my br3asts and began to massage it.

“Just how sturdy you are…”

When I hold it between my br3asts like this, I can feel how sturdy the man is.

Both the hardness and size are impressive, and I can feel the heat radiating through my flesh.

When most men enter my br3asts, they’re almost completely buried.

But the man’s p3nis had plenty of room. It was sticking out of my cleavage, and his glans was still in full view, and his genitals, which could best be described as rigid, were going in and out right in front of my eyes.

“How’s this? You’ll come in no time, won’t you?”

The man’s moans of pleasure made me smile gently. I quickened my pace, guiding him toward his fifth orgasm with my br3asts.

“AHHH!!”

I expected his release to lose some force, but instead, it came with full force, splattering directly onto my nose. The semen spread across my face, covering my forehead, hair, lips, and br3asts in a thick layer of semen.

“This is ridiculous…”

Even I was stunned. I’ve fucked nearly hundreds of men, but I’ve never had such a sexual prodigy.

I had no choice but to stand up and take off my pants and underwear.

Exposing my v4g1na and voluptuous ass, I straddled him.

“I’ll send you to hell myself,”

Having given him my death sentence, I slowly swallowed his stiff c0ck.

(What… is this…?)

I thought. It was unbelievably huge. Even after five orgasms, it remained stubbornly erect, showing no sign of softening.

His c0ck, which tightly pushed open my v4g1na, accurately captured my erogenous zones, and was trying to bring me to climax without even moving.

“This is cheating…”

I pinched my n1pples while tightening my inner muscles around his member. Without this countermeasure, the situation would instantly reverse.

“How cute…”

I feigned composure, but I was dangerously close to losing control myself.

Thinking this, I slowly begin to move my hips on top of the man.

“Japanese…!”

As I move my hips, I seduce this unknown Japanese man.

I have absolute confidence in my s3x skills. There’s no way I’m going to lose to such a dull man.

However, his inexperienced, powerful, huge c0ck is about to bring me to my climax.

“Aahh! What a monstrous c0ck you have!”

Unable to contain myself, I cried out in ecstasy. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t understand Spanish. If I didn’t act as lewdly as possible to seduce this man, I’d be coming too soon.

“Aahh! So big! What kind of Japanese man are you?!”

As my chest and hair shook wildly, I launched into the final sprint.

I’d probably climax the moment this man ejaculated.

But simultaneous climaxes meant mutual defeat. I wouldn’t be losing.

“Aahh!! I’m cumming!!”

Ignoring that this was his sixth ejaculation, I focused solely on devouring his c0ck.

“This c0ck feels too good! What incredible strength!”

Every time the thick shaft scraped against my walls, I let out a girl’s voice.

If Dylan had been holding me at that moment, would I have made these sounds too?

Just like my mother once did, I enjoyed the man’s thing to my heart’s content, surrendering myself to the pleasure.

As I superimposed my current self onto the voluptuous figure of my mother, the person I most detest,

“Ahhhh!”

I came violently atop an unknown Japanese man.

Electric pleasure shot through me.

A moment later, undiminished semen repeatedly slammed into me.

“Ah♡ Ah♡”

Every time the semen slammed into my uterus, I clung to the man’s body and moaned like a spoiled virgin.

“What kind of Japanese…?”

This was nothing like the Japanese stereotype I’d imagined—this s3x was far too intense.

Only I was moving. Despite his lower body being restrained, he still managed to make me climax with such ease.

What’s more, that orgasm was undoubtedly one of the best in my life.

The man’s stamina and the sheer volume of his release put him leagues ahead of any Central or South American men I’d encountered.

To think he could maintain this vigor through six consecutive ejaculations—this defied all normal standards.

Could this be the true standard for Japanese men?

I’d never considered Asians as potential partners before, so I’d remained ignorant.

Surrounded by these sexual powerhouses, I’d have no chance of competing.

If this represents Asia’s typical sexual prowess, I’d never set foot there again.

As my consciousness began to fade, leaning against the man’s body, I made that silent vow.