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🕑 Added 2025-05-11 00:33:12 +0000 UTCEP.193 If You Come to Japan, You Have to Enjoy the School Festival (3)
I ended up enjoying it more than I expected.
Maybe it was because my partner’s acting was good,
or maybe it’s just that my true nature is that of a perverted old man.
The thrill I felt when I fucked her in that dirty, cramped room was electrifying.
Me, someone who used to be ignored by others, turning a high-class young lady into my pussy slave?
How could I resist that!
"You waited a long time, right? Here’s a souvenir."
As I soothed my parched throat and rested,
the student who’d role-played with me returned.
The souvenir she handed me?
A videotape of our scenario just recorded.
A videotape, in this day and age.
Kids born recently probably don’t even know what this is for.
"And if it’s not too much to ask, would it be alright if I got pregnant with your sperm?"
"I’d be more than happy. Honestly, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t get pregnant."
"Thank you for your permission!"
As soon as I gave the okay,
she pulled a pill from her pocket and swallowed it without water.
What kind of pill was she in such a hurry to take?
I glanced at the box it came from.
Emergency Ovulation Pill! Safely ovulate anytime, anywhere.
'Ah...'
I could feel her determination to get pregnant with my sperm.
Not that she needed an ovulation pill pregnancy was guaranteed anyway.
"Hng♥! Fertilization climax is here♥!"
Sploosh! Sploosh!
She pressed her lower belly as she climaxed.
She looked absolutely overjoyed to be fertilized,
exhaling hot breaths with the happiest face in the world.
"Thank you for violating inferior genes with your superior genes♥."
"You’re a Japanese who knows her place."
She bowed her head before me,
and I stomped on it with my full weight.
She panted excitedly as I did.
Seeing her happy at this, I realized I really am a sadist.
I used to hate admitting it,
and I never even knew I had that side.
But once I recognized and accepted it,
the knot in my chest seemed to disappear.
People really do need to look at themselves objectively.
"Oh, have you decided where you’ll go next?"
"Not yet. I’m just going to wander around and pick as I go."
Just looking at the pamphlet, everything looked fun.
I figured I’d just go wherever I felt like.
No matter what I picked, it’d be at least decent.
"Then how about here? It’s run by a friend of mine, so I recommend it."
"Calligraphy experience?"
A calligraphy experience run by the calligraphy club.
Just hearing the description, it doesn’t sound that fun.
But the important part is that you don’t write on paper you write directly on people’s bodies.
In other words,
I’d get to write all sorts of lewd words on girls’ bodies.
"That actually sounds fun."
"Right?"
The student was genuinely happy at my reaction.
If only for her sake,
I figured I should try the calligraphy experience at least once.
Of course, there was something I had to take care of first.
"Haa...! Haa...! I reached 100...! Please fuck me now...!"
The guide girl burst into the classroom, panting.
Guess I’ll take care of her before moving on.
Leaving the molester play behind,
I headed to the calligraphy club as recommended.
The festival was surprisingly high quality, but maybe because there weren’t many people to enjoy it,
the number of visitors seemed low for the level of effort.
Well, all the Japanese men are degenerated,
and there probably aren’t many foreigners who’d come all the way from the airport.
'Still, it means I can look around comfortably.'
If there are too many people, it’s exhausting.
For me, fewer is better.
Of course, the sex slave academy that prepared the festival probably isn’t happy about that.
"Hmm, is this the place?"
It was obvious at a glance.
Unlike the other classrooms, this one had a distinct Japanese feel.
There was even a sign in calligraphy at the entrance.
This must be the calligraphy club’s room.
But it was strangely quiet.
Was there no one inside?
I peeked through the crack in the door just in case.
"Mmm, something that big won’t fit..."
'Some people have it easy.'
There was a woman in a kimono sleeping soundly.
She must have a bad sleeping habit her clothes were undone, not even serving their purpose.
At this point, it was more like a blanket than a kimono.
'If this was before the common sense change, she’d be easy prey for molestation.'
No matter how private the space,
sleeping nearly naked and defenseless...
If a teenage boy found her,
she’d have no excuse if she got molested.
"Hey."
"Mmm. That cock looks delicious..."
I tried talking to her, but she was so deeply asleep she just mumbled in her sleep.
I could have just shaken her awake,
but since I’d come all the way to the calligraphy club,
wouldn’t it be more fitting to play with her in a way that suits the setting?
'Alright, Setsuki-ryu high-speed fondling, brush version!'
"Mmm♡!"
Swish swish swish!
I attacked her clitoris with a brush I found on the floor.
She started twitching a little.
I sped up, swirling the brush skillfully.
"Uut! Uut!"
She started to shudder with a faint climax,
but still showed no sign of waking,
just writhing in her dreams with her eyes tightly shut.
If that’s the case, I don’t need to go easy on her!
"Haa...! Haa...! Hngh! Hmmm!"
While attacking her clit with the brush,
I used my invisible hand to play with her nipples.
I pulled her breasts until they stretched, rolled her nipples between my fingers,
tormenting them just as relentlessly as her clit.
With the simultaneous assault on her nipples and clit, her reactions grew stronger.
"Hngh! Hngh!"
Sploosh! Sploosh! Sploosh! Sploosh!
She squirted as she drifted between sleep and wakefulness.
Her back arched like a bow, soaking the tatami,
and finally she looked at me, panting.
"Who are you?"
"I came for the calligraphy experience. You were the only one here, so I woke you up."
After I explained, she sat up and looked around, frowning.
"Ugh, they said I could just sleep, so why did they leave me behind?"
Apparently, there were other club members,
but they must have left while she slept.
I happened to arrive and woke her up, so it’s no wonder she was annoyed.
"Well, it’s fine. It’s not your fault."
"Thanks for understanding."
I’d braced myself for her to get mad,
but instead she just straightened her clothes.
"I’m Kinoshita Hajime, president of the calligraphy club. Nice to meet you."
"I’m Kim Jinwoo from Korea."
"...A foreigner?"
Her eyes lit up with excitement.
Did she have no expectations, thinking only Japanese would come?
Her gaze dropped to my crotch,
and she licked her lips hungrily.
"If a Japanese guy came, I was going to make him do calligraphy with a brush in his ass."
"Oh, shit!"
I immediately threw down the brush I was holding.
Don’t tell me that brush’s already been used?
She burst out laughing at my reaction.
"Puhuhu. Don’t worry. No one came today, so it’s brand new."
"That’s a relief."
If it had already been used,
I’d have poured sulfuric acid on my hand right then.
While I picked up the brush I’d dropped, Hajime quickly finished preparing.
"Use this ink. If it drips on the floor, it’s a pain, so only do it on the plastic sheet."
After she finished explaining, she undid her kimono and lay down on the plastic sheet.
I dipped the brush in ink and wrote whatever came to mind.
On her thigh, I wrote the character for “correct” many times.
On her lower belly, an arrow pointing to her pussy and “free sex.”
And phrases like “in-heat sow pussy” and “blowjob-only mouthpussy.”
I wrote all sorts of lewd words.
"Ooh, you’re better at this than I thought."
"Hm? Can you see what I’m writing?"
Since the calligraphy experience started,
Hajime hadn’t lifted her head once.
How did she know what I was writing?
She pointed at the ceiling.
"See the mirror? I was watching everything with that."
"Ah..."
A mirror on the ceiling.
Was there really a need for that?
Well, it was useful, so I guess that’s why it’s there.
'Hmm, I can’t do any more.'
Maybe time flies when you’re having fun,
or maybe there just wasn’t much space to write on.
Hajime’s body was decorated just enough to look good.
Any more would just be overkill.
"Are you done already?"
"If I want to do more, I’d have to wipe it off and start over."
It was a shame, but I decided to end the calligraphy experience here.
It was more fun than I expected.
Maybe I’ll try it again with the others later.
As I thought that, Hajime spread her legs.
"Now, shall we really have some fun?"
"Hm?"
"Hurry up and leave an artistic masterpiece in my pussy with your big brush."
She wiggled her fingers in front of her mouth.
Apparently, the calligraphy experience doesn’t end with just writing.
"Alright, let’s enjoy it to the end."
"Yeah!"
As she wanted, I took off my pants.
She gasped in admiration at its size.
Maybe it was bigger than she expected her eyes were glued to my cock with excitement.
As my cock got closer, her breathing grew heavier,
and she spread her pussy, begging for it.
"Should I put it in or not?"
"Ugh! Don’t tease me, just do it!"
I deliberately rubbed my cock against her,
making her even more desperate with her in-heat pussy.
She started lifting her hips, begging me to fuck her.
But seeing her like that just made me want to tease her more.
"Never mind. It’s not fun anymore."
"W-wait! You can’t just ohh♥!"
"Of course I was kidding."
Thrust!
While she was off guard, I penetrated her.
My cock slipped in and reached her womb in one go.
Her pussy clamped down on me like it had found its master.
"What a welcome. My cock’s stuck to your womb!"
"Hah♥! This is the first time I’ve had something this big... hmmm♥!"
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
Hajime moaned, breathing heavily.
My thrusts made her breasts bounce up and down,
and the room filled with the scent of a horny female.
At first glance, it looked like ordinary sex,
but the lewd words written on her body turned me on even more.
"You like my cock that much, you slut?"
"Uhiit! Hehe, I love it! For a cock this big, I’ll spread my pussy anytime!"
Thrust thrust thrust!
Hajime responded to my words enthusiastically.
Just like the girl I met in the molester play earlier,
the girls here are all great at acting.
Thanks to that, my cock was rock hard
I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to.
"Take my cum!"
"Hngh! Fill me up with your cum!"
Viewwwww! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
I pressed in tight and poured thick cum into her.
Hajime writhed with joy,
then squirted all over my body.
I was naked anyway, so it didn’t matter.
If I hadn’t put down the plastic, the tatami would have been ruined.
"Hngh! Thank you. Thanks to you, I think a wonderful work of art called ‘baby’ will be born."
"Glad to hear it."
She lovingly stroked her belly.
I wanted to finish by peeing,
but doing that here would just be rude.
As I was getting dressed to leave,
Hajime grabbed my sleeve and carefully handed me something.
"What’s this?"
"Our director is a bit eccentric. It’ll come in handy."
I looked at the charm she gave me.
I didn’t know why she gave it to me,
or why she mentioned the director,
but it seemed better to accept than refuse.
"Thanks, I’ll use it well later."
"If you have time later, use my pussy again. My pussy’s available 24 hours a day."
What is this, a convenience store?
Her pussy’s almost too easy to use.
I swallowed my retort and quietly left the calligraphy club.
