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

“Seriously, what kind of man is this?”

Standing up with a hazy consciousness, I pulled out the Japanese man’s p3nis from between my legs.

Naturally, a massive amount of white fluid dripped from inside me. The quantity and thickness were so great I couldn’t believe it was his sixth ejaculation.

I couldn’t run away from him now–

It was impossible, but the cowardly part of me existed nonetheless.

He was tied up, after all.

If he were free, I’d be terrified beyond measure.

If that rigid c0ck thrust into me however it pleased, I’d lose—though it’d be humiliating.

I’d always thought no man could defeat me in s3x.

I was always the one doing the ravaging, while the males ended up crying and begging for mercy.

That’s why I kept ravaging them.

If that couldn’t happen, there was no reason for me to violate a man.

But how many times will he ejaculate…

Even after just ejaculating, his c0ck would revive like a phoenix, ready to rise again.

Its sheer resilience was overwhelming, its presence so intense that it left me captivated

Should I flee now?

Or keep fucking him until he reaches his limit?

I agonized between these two options.

Hand jobs and fellatio? I could endure those for hours.

No matter how many times I was covered in his semen, it wouldn’t drain my stamina.

Yet each time his fluids covered me, I felt my very self dissolving.

The overwhelming stench would make my mind go hazy, compelling me to straddle him without thought.

Am I aroused?

Me?

Impossible.

I’m the one who tramples men.

My body may make men aroused, but I do it purely as a hobby.

The idea of me wanting it myself? Even if I died, that would never happen.

That day, even Dylan’s c0ck…

(…Maybe I was mesmerized by it, huh?)

On that fateful day, Dylan’s rigid member overwhelmed me, leaving me frozen in place.

I thought it was just confusion from seeing a man’s organ for the first time as a virgin.

But what if the truth was that I was captivated by Dylan’s thing?

What if I were simply overwhelmed by that vile man’s sturdy member, reduced to nothing but a female animal?

If Mother hadn’t killed Dylan, I might have been fucked to death by him.

That could never happen.

It could never happen, but…

Could it be that I was being violated by this man?

Was I just a woman violated by a man?

That day, did I want Dylan to violate me?

(…How absurd.)

I shook my head to deny this absurd assumption. I was thinking such a thing because I had come across a man who was out of the ordinary. I would quickly throw this man out on the street and move to a foreign country with my money.

There would be no Society there.

Only a life of freedom awaits me.

“What?!”

But in that instant, something impossible happened.

The Japanese man who had been bound suddenly lunged at me from behind.

“You bastard!”

I lunged for the shotgun on the floor, trying to drive him away. The fact that it was empty was something this peace-loving Japanese couldn’t possibly know.

“Diana…!!”

The man, using his brute strength, pushed me against the wall in an instant. Even I, unarmed and exposed, couldn’t stand up to such a large man.

Then…

“You think you can get away with this?”

He should have just run to the exit, but the Japanese man only had one thing on his mind—rape. He pressed his proud erection against my still-exposed secret place, trying to insert it however he pleased.

“Diana…s3x!!”

At this point, he was nothing but a beast.

A wild animal dominated by reproductive urges, trying to implant his offspring in me—a female.

Then,

“Ah—ahh—!!”

That thick c0ck entered me again.

My back arched involuntarily. Before, I’d been on top so he couldn’t fully penetrate me, but in this position, I couldn’t resist at all.

With his sturdy c0ck thrusting deep inside me, all my freedom was taken away.

“What is this…?”

When he thrusts into me from behind like this, I’m reminded of just how formidable this man’s c0ck is.

His thick c0ck stretches me open, the curved length of his shaft easily reaching my deepest depths. The pulsing vein and scorching heat of his shaft steal away all rational thought.

“Aahh—♡”

As his glans nudges against my cervix, I let out a sweet moan.

This is hopeless.

How can I possibly fight back after being ravaged by such a powerful man?

“Ah♡ Nooo♡♡”

When he begins pistoning in and out, my mind dissolves completely.

The pleasure is overwhelming. Every time his crown scrapes against my inner walls, my mind goes blank.

“How dare you penetrate me? If you thrust into that spot over and over, even I can’t–Ahh!!”

What brutal thrusts.

What intense s3x.

With his rough hands gripping my hips and my buttocks shaking violently with each impact, I have no choice but to surrender completely to the intense pleasure he’s giving me.

“You’d better remember this when this s3x is over!”

As he thrust into me from behind, I snarled at the Japanese man with venom in my voice.

When this incredible s3x ends, I’m definitely going to chop off that c0ck of yours.

I’ll cut off the rigid shaft that made me submit, ensuring you’ll never defy me again.

“Ah! Not there!”

The man violating me from behind grabbed my br3asts with a fierce grip.

His perfect balance of force in kneading my chest made me nearly come from just the brush of his fingers against my n1pples.

(This guy…why is he so amazing?)

That’s enough. I’ll let him fvck me for now.

Cutting off his c0ck was inevitable, but tonight, I’d let him ravish me to his heart’s content.

“What the hell are you?! How are you so good at this?!”

The question slipped out before I could stop myself.

Sexual prowess was something he’d been born with.

This man was simply born with extraordinary talent. That must be all there is to it.

“Ah! Incredible! What’s up with Japanese men?! When you get fucked like this, you’re bound to become a slave?!”

Yet I sought the cause within the Japanese themselves.

All Japanese men are like this.

Every one of them possesses such a magnificent c0ck, blessed with natural sexual prowess.

Otherwise, I’d never make these girlish sounds.

“Ah, Diana! DIANA!”

The Japanese man kept shouting my name. How could this unremarkable Asian’s voice calling my name feel so good?

Why does getting fucked by such a powerful c0ck make me so happy?

“Aah! I’ll kill you for sure! I’ll make you cum inside me ten more times, drain your balls dry, and then kill you!”

I swore to myself that I would kill this Japanese man who made me think such things.

So at least for now, I want to be this man’s slave.

I want to be a s3x slave, tamed by this sturdy p3nis, used solely for my pvssy.

“Ahh! My uterus is being violated! My defenseless womb is being ravaged by Japanese formidable p3nis!”

The Japanese man’s pistoning showed no restraint, relentlessly assaulting my most precious part.

But it was amazing.

This man’s s3x was so transcendent that it made me doubt whether anything before had even been real.

Ahh! It’s amazing!! Japanese’s d1ck is amazing♡♡♡”

That’s enough.

I’ll admit everything.

That day, I was mesmerized by Dylan’s p3nis.

Watching Dylan defile my mother, I realized I wanted to be treated just like that.

I’m also that mother’s daughter. Deep down, I’d always wanted to be genetically enslaved to that man.

So when Dylan died and the man who’d defile me was gone, I filled that empty space in my heart with the violation of other men.

In the end, women are just tools used by men for s3x.

I refused to accept that, so I’d kept men kneeling before me all this time.

But it’s fine.

I can be a slave now.

I want to be a slave.

I don’t want to stand above others—I want to kneel at the bottom.

I want to be the kind of woman who takes every inch of a man’s penish into her mouth, who exists only to be fucked until she comes.

“That’s enough! That’s enough! Let me be your pvssy slave like this! Keep using my pvssy like this until I die!!!”

I don’t know if these are my true feelings.

But when this man fucks me, they feel real.

This Japanese p3nis possesses such power.

“Ah! I’m cumming! I’m going to come with Japaneses’ big d1ck!!”

It’s utterly obscene.

The words fit perfectly.

I’m thrusting my defenseless pvssy forward, letting my ass and br3asts be groped at will, yet still pledging loyalty to this mighty p3nis.

Mother, I’m sorry.

If I’d become Dylan’s slave instead, I could’ve avoided this, couldn’t I?

Mother, you were lucky, weren’t you?

When violated by that powerful p3nis, you chose to be a woman rather than the family leader, didn’t you?

I wanted Dylan to violate me.

But it’s fine now.

Because I found someone even more incredible.

Truth is, Mother probably wanted this man to violate her too. Now that she’s in heaven, she’s probably fucking Dylan right now, isn’t she?

“Ahhhhh, this is incredible! Keep fucking me until you fill my womb!”

I begged a man to impregnate me.

I wanted P3nis to strip away all my feminine dignity.

Without that, I couldn’t be freed from my mother’s curse.

I couldn’t escape my desire to be defiled by Dylan.

The thought of being inseminated by these Haponeses, becoming pregnant, and living peacefully somewhere with my child—such an unbecoming wish flickered across my mind.

Such a fantasy was impossible.

Yet only when this man violated me could I, as a teenage girl, entertain such longings.

That’s why I wanted him to impregnate me.

“Ahhn♡♡ I’m cumminggg—♡♡♡”

As his hands crushed my br3asts, I climaxed.

Once again, a torrent of semen began filling my womb.

In my fading consciousness, I repeated over and over: This is true s3x.