Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 1

“Estás demente…” (You are insane…)

After a night of s3x, Diana was utterly astounded.

She scraped out the semen from her v4g1na and stared in disbelief at the quantity.

The count: over a dozen times.

Naturally, this was my lifetime record.

Even after each ejaculation, my member showed no sign of weakening, and the volume of semen remained constant.

As a result, Diana’s uterus was continuously flooded with an unbelievable amount of sperm.

Pregnancy was not just possible—it was inevitable.

It would have been stranger if she hadn’t conceived.

After such intense intercourse, I steeled myself for what was to come.

I was probably going to be killed now.

I had violated her with such reckless abandon.

Along the way, we indulged in deep kisses, doggy style, cowgirl, face-to-face positions, tit jobs, cleanup blowjob, anal licking, and even ballsucking—she was really into it. But all of this stemmed from the culture of free s3x.

For disobeying her, I was shot with the shotgun.

That was already decided.

With all my money and my life taken, I would end my short life in this foreign land.

Father, Mother, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry, Takuma couldn’t go back, either.

But I have no regrets.

I experienced such exquisite pleasure before death.

I understood this s3x was so transcendentally good that it made giving up my life worthwhile.

That’s why I chose to violate her instead of fleeing.

“Termee, yoo address.” (Tell me your address.)

Address…?

That’s what I heard from what was probably broken English. Diana was trying to get my address from me.

“Um…”

To be honest, I was a little hesitant.

This was probably a demand for ransom from my family.

The compensation for raping her couldn’t be settled with just the ten thousand dollars in my hand.

That’s probably what it meant, but to cause my family more trouble at this point…

“I understand.”

Still, I wrote down my Japanese address without hesitation.

I didn’t want to burden my family. That was certainly part of it.

But more than that, as a man, I was reflecting on how great the price for raping a woman should be.

Since coming to this country, I’d felt my sexual desires surge.

In truth, I came abroad to get away from such worldly acts, but by chance, having s3x with a white prostitute in Los Angeles, the restraints of my desire were loosened.

The rape incident this time was something that would never have happened to my old self in Japan.

Before, if I got rejected, I would have given up immediately. I never would have thought about raping someone out of frustration.

Is the wildness inside me awakening?

Such a ridiculous hypothesis crossed my mind.

Since coming to a foreign country, I have been sleeping with women according to my instincts.

And they were all white beauties with massive br3asts.

Even after coming to Central America, nothing changed. I spent the entire night raping Ms. Diana, a grown woman right before me.

The guilt is infinitely great.

What kind of torture will I face now?

Or will I be killed immediately?

Whatever future comes, I’m prepared to accept it willingly.

After all, I’ve done something unforgivable.

“Huh?”

But the next moment, something unexpected happened.

Diana handed over all the money she had stolen from me.

“Vuelve.” (return)

I reacted like a startled pigeon that had swallowed a peashooter, while Diana calmly offered me a stack of bills.

I didn’t understand.

Wasn’t I supposed to be killed?

I’d imagined my future would involve being shot with a shotgun, not getting my money back.

“Rápido!” (Hurry up!)

“Whoa!”

Diana threw the money at my chest, then tossed my discarded clothes at my crotch. She was telling me to hurry up and get dressed.

“So… this means…”

Diana pointed at the exit. I was free.

“But—”

I still hadn’t paid for anything.

I’d raped her, and I hadn’t done anything to atone for it.

“Farewell.”

She dressed herself in undergarments and clothes, grabbed her shotgun and knife, and walked toward the exit before me.

The door to the outside opened.

Right in front of us were stairs leading up. So this was a basement after all.

Diana turned around, saying something.

She was a tall woman with tanned skin and black hair. Her profile as she slung the shotgun over her shoulder was the very image of a “warrior woman” from an action game.

But for a moment, I thought I saw something gentle in her perfectly sculpted features.

The morning light streaming down from the upper floors quickly erased that fleeting impression.

Without looking back, she climbed the stairs and said in broken English:

“See you again.”

Then she left the dim basement.

“Did I get away…?”

After a while, still in a daze, I finally concluded.

We’d had that much s3x, yet I was completely unharmed. Not only that, but she’d returned my money and clothes. What exactly had happened here?

But there was no point in dwelling on it.

Diana was already gone, and nothing remained to block my path.

Continue your journey.

It felt as if someone had spoken those words to me.

My destination remained unclear, and this would be a journey taken at random,

“Shall I set off?”

I decided to continue my journey once more.

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Day 23-24: Juan Santa Maria International Airport to San Jose City

Travel Distance: 3 km (Total in Central and South America: 3 km)

Means of Travel: Walking

Cash on Hand: $8,382

Expenses: None

Remaining Balance: $8,382 (Unexchanged)

Total Encounters in Central and South America: 1

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