I struck up a conversation with a Japanese girl on the plane.

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This happened before the Spring Festival this year. I went to Hong Kong with the company's producer boss to discuss some business. The discussions went smoothly, and the producer returned to Beijing first. I couldn't fly back until the 27th of the lunar year.
I was eager for the New Year and was also short on money, so I didn't stay in Hong Kong for another day to buy things and took the flight back that evening.
I remember I took the flight at 7:30 pm on February 3rd. Because I left some things and went back to the hotel, I arrived at the airport quite late. When I boarded the plane, there was already someone sitting next to me.
It was a girl, about 25 or 26 years old, with long hair, above-average looks, and a rather aloof demeanor. Her makeup was very light, making her skin look very fair. She was wearing a simple dark green coat and was holding a stylish handbag, quietly waiting for the plane to take off.
I didn't realize that the person sitting next to me was Japanese. I thought she was just a quiet girl, so I nodded slightly to her to apologize and took my seat as usual.
The plane took off.
Silence continued. I went to sleep.
Later, I don't know how long I slept, but I heard the girl next to me laugh.
Curious, I opened my eyes.
I found the girl reading a book.
I glanced at it, wanting to see what book was making her laugh, and was surprised to find that her book was in Japanese!
Looking at the girl again, I suddenly noticed she was very fair-skinned and had an indescribable Japanese aura; I immediately concluded she was Japanese.
Realizing this, I suddenly felt energized, all the fatigue from work vanished, and I thought to myself, "My darling has seen countless women over the years, but I've never slept with a Japanese woman before." A sudden impulse arose within me—to seduce this girl.
The girl, looking at the comic, noticed I was awake, looked at me, and nodded apologetically, meaning she was sorry for waking me up.
I smiled back and pointed to her book, saying, "japan." My mind was a little blank at the time, and I pronounced "Japanese" as "Japan" in English, without even noticing.
The girl nodded at me, her expression friendly.
I then asked her in simple English if she was visiting China.
She said yes. I took the opportunity to ask her where she had been.
She said she went to Taipei first, then Hong Kong, and now she was going to Beijing, and then Shanghai.
When she started talking to me, I found she wasn't as cold as she looked; in fact, she was quite friendly, without any hint of the ethnic tension between China and Japan. Of course, I was friendly to her too, because I wanted to... well, you know.
To be honest, my English is pretty bad, but the girl's English was even worse, and very Japanese-sounding with a thick lisp. We chatted casually, exchanging a few simple words.
From our conversation, I learned she was from Tokyo. She wrote down her name for me, but it was all in Japanese, not a single Chinese character. I only knew her English name was Juri, which I started calling her. She called me Da Nan.
I also learned that Juri was a literature graduate student who had recently graduated and wasn't looking for a job; she was just traveling the world alone, supposedly to enrich her life experiences.
When I heard her say "Koyo-yomi" (meaning impressive, one of my few Japanese phrases),
I was secretly thinking, "This trip to China will really broaden your life experience!"
When Juri heard I could speak Japanese, she gave me a thumbs up and said in Chinese, "Great!"
I found it funny that Japanese people spoke Chinese, and I guess she thought it was funny that I spoke Japanese, so we laughed together.
During the flight, Juri and I chatted a lot about Beijing, and I told her about the fun places there. She had a travel dictionary with Chinese, Japanese, and English pronunciations. If she didn't understand something, she would look it up and then kindly point it out to me.
When she pointed it out to me, she was very close. She wasn't wearing perfume, but for some reason, I felt I could smell a pleasant scent. Maybe it's because Japanese women have a particularly "soft" quality in their demeanor, being very respectful to men, even strangers.
Juri wasn't a very flirtatious girl; both her appearance and her overall demeanor were very intellectual and well-mannered.
This intellectualism was like a wall, always blocking my way. No matter how I talked to her, I felt I couldn't close the distance. There was absolutely no possibility of making a move.
Later, when we were about to get off the plane, I was still talking to her about the Temple of Heaven and the characteristics of the Echo Wall. Julia looked up words in the dictionary for ages but still couldn't understand what I meant. I couldn't express myself well in English either. Then, I had a sudden inspiration and said, "How about I be your free tour guide?"
Julia responded with several "no no no," feeling embarrassed to trouble me.
I enthusiastically said, "It's no trouble at all. I happen to have tomorrow off and can show her around. I haven't been to Beijing in a long time myself."
Julia was about to decline. So
, I made a very insincere gesture, clasping my left and right hands together to represent China and Japan, and excitedly said, "China, Japan, France! From heaven! Onefit!"
Juri, seeing my agitated state, probably frightened and thinking that refusing me again would damage the friendship between the Chinese and Japanese people, quickly nodded and thanked me, saying "thank you." That gesture was so typical of Japanese women; it made me instantly envious.
Later, I gave her my phone number and arranged to meet her at 8:30 the next morning at the Monument to the People's Heroes in Tiananmen Square.
We chose this location because her hotel was the Wangfujing Grand Hotel, which was nearby. I also wanted to let her experience the spirit of our fallen heroes and give the Japanese a taste of their own medicine.
My flight arrived around 11 PM. I had originally planned to ask Juri for a drink, but seeing that she wasn't in great spirits and I was a bit tired myself, I took a taxi to send her back to her hotel. Then I went back to Dongsi. I rested well for the night, sharpening my skills, preparing for a major confrontation with the Japanese the next day.
The next day was the 28th day of the Lunar New Year, a Monday. I arrived early at 8:20.
When I arrived, there were few people at the monument, and the wind seemed quite strong. That day, trying to look cool, I dressed rather lightly—just a wool sweater with a fairly stylish jacket, casual pants, and sneakers, trying to look like I was going on a trip. This outfit really got me into trouble; the wind blew right through me, but luckily I'm quite robust, so I didn't get a runny nose.
I just kept waiting and waiting. 8:30, Juri didn't show up; 8:40, Juri still didn't show up…
My heart started pounding. I wondered if this Japanese girl was going to stand me up.
Looking at the murals of the martyrs on the monument, I felt extremely depressed. I thought, back then, we martyrs fought against the Japanese on the battlefield; could it be that this little girl named Juri was going to fight against us today?
Just as I was hesitating whether to leave, Juri appeared.
Dressed in white. Very simple and understated.
As she approached, I noticed that although she was dressed simply, Juri had put a lot of effort into her makeup today, and she looked much more energetic than yesterday, radiating youthful vitality from her smile to her eyes. (Oh, I forgot to mention, this woman looks remarkably like a Japanese singer named Mika Nakashima. I'll post a picture of Mika Nakashima below for everyone to admire.)
Juri gave me a slight bow as an apology when she reached me. I was just glad she came, so I didn't mind at all. I even sweetly complimented her on being cute. She, in turn, complimented me on being nice.
We chatted and laughed as we walked towards the Forbidden City. When we got to the ticket counter, I told Juri to wait while I went to buy the tickets.
Just then, Juri tried to take money out of her bag to give me, asking how much two tickets cost in RMB, saying she wanted to buy them for me.
I quickly said, "No, no, no, we Chinese are very generous; we don't let women pay for things."
Juri insisted on buying them, even saying she would pay for my tour guide.
I pretended to be angry and said, "Juri, I'm giving you a tour guide entirely for the sake of Sino-Japanese friendship and to express the hospitality of us Chinese. If you want to pay, that's an insult to our hospitality! "
Juri probably didn't understand my broken English, but she caught a few strong words. She looked at me with a troubled, innocent expression. So cute.
I patted her on the shoulder and used an English proverb: "Friendship is priceless!"
Juri understood, almost moved to tears, and gave me a half-bow to thank me.
I turned around and went to buy the tickets.
Visiting the Forbidden City was really quite boring for someone like me who had been there more than ten times. It was Monday, but the place was packed with tour groups. Everywhere was crowded. It was really disappointing.
I rented a Japanese audio guide for Juri, but I couldn't explain history in English, so I just led her around aimlessly, asking if she wanted water when she was thirsty and food when she was hungry. For the sake of my goal of enjoying Japan, I could only be as considerate as possible.
During the tour, we even encountered a Japanese tour group. The guide was explaining things to a group of elderly Japanese people in Japanese, and Juri seemed quite interested, so I joined her and listened in. It was incredibly boring; I was so bored I wanted to bang my head against the wall of the Kunning Palace. The only
slightly interesting thing was that when Juri and I took photos together, I always put my arm around her waist, and she cooperated by leaning against me. There was even a photo where I hugged her from behind, and she posed for it naturally. (Unfortunately, my girlfriend discovered the photos on my camera during the Chinese New Year, and the memory card was destroyed on the spot, otherwise I could have transferred the photos now.)
We swam until almost 1 p.m. before leaving. Once outside the Forbidden City, Julia had been touched by my thoughtfulness and manners; she smiled much more, and our relationship became much closer. She excitedly said she wanted to eat the most famous Peking duck, and emphasized that she would treat me, so I readily agreed and took her to Quanjude.
During the meal, we celebrated our morning's trip. Julia said she was quite "terrified" by the Forbidden City, saying the walls were so high. I said that Japanese walls are too short, and Julia laughed and agreed, adding that Japanese people are shorter than Chinese people.
I then chatted with her for a while, from the height difference between Chinese and Japanese people to the breadth of mind between them, and finally, I brought up that Japanese girls are all very beautiful.
Julia was a little shy and said she wasn't pretty.
I told Juri that if she wasn't pretty, then I wouldn't know what beauty was. Juri
seemed pleased with that, and blushed.
Later, I seized the opportunity and ordered a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), telling her it was the best liquor in China and she absolutely had to try it.
Juri loves to travel and try new things, so of course she wouldn't miss this opportunity.
I poured her half a glass and told her she had to drink it all in one gulp for full satisfaction, otherwise it wouldn't be good.
Juri obediently raised her glass, even gesturing to me, and then downed it in one go.
After that, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to endure the spiciness, looking incredibly cute.
I laughed and asked if she liked it,
offering to pour her more.
Juri quickly covered herself with the glass and said a string of Japanese, which I couldn't understand, but I guessed she couldn't take it anymore.
I thought to myself, "You must be feeling the effects too; you downed almost three ounces in one go. I'd be dizzy too!"
I considerately served Juri some food to help her sober up.
Juri gratefully ate it and spoke a lot of Japanese, which I couldn't understand. I guess she was so intoxicated by the alcohol that she couldn't speak English anymore.
Later at the meal, I persuaded her to drink about half a glass of liquor, and when we left, Juri's face was flushed. After leaving
Quanjude, I asked Juri where she wanted to go. Juri said she was a little tired and wanted to find a quiet place to rest.
I pretended to be considerate and asked if I wanted to take her home.
Juri shook her head vigorously, saying she didn't want to waste time at the hotel. So
I thought of something and took Juri to Beihai Park. We sat by the lake looking at the White Pagoda; the atmosphere was quite nice, although it was a bit windy.
Juri was quite uncomfortable from the half-jin of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and couldn't speak.
I didn't want to bother her, so I just sat quietly with her.
After sitting for about half an hour, Juri suddenly said, "I'm so nice, it's great to have met you."
I said, "You've got it backwards. It's great that I've met you. You're not only beautiful, but also have substance, and you've given me the opportunity to fulfill my childhood dream of contributing to Sino-Japanese friendship.
" My English was halting, and it took Juri a while to understand me, but none of that mattered. What mattered was that Juri already considered me a truly good person.
At four o'clock, Juri and I left Beihai. She was still a little dizzy, and seeing her face and neck still flushed, I asked if she wanted to go back to her hotel to rest.
Juri had been exposed to the wind all day and probably wanted to relax, so she agreed.
I took her back to her hotel.
At the hotel entrance, we got out of the taxi.
Juri thanked me, and although she was a little drunk and tired, she sincerely thanked me with a half-bow.
I pretended to be considerate and touched her head, then my own, making it seem like her head was burning hot, as if she had a fever. I asked if she needed me to buy her some medicine.
Juri kept shaking her head, saying no, she was just a little tired and didn't want to trouble me at all.
I said, "You're going to damage our Sino-Japanese friendship with that. True friends help each other out in times of trouble. I'll definitely buy you the medicine."
Juri pulled me back, saying, "Really, no, I don't need it. I brought my own medicine."
Seeing how anxious she was, I tried another tactic, saying, "I don't believe you."
She said she really meant it.
I said, "How about this? I'll come upstairs and watch you take the medicine, then I'll put an ice towel on your head. That way, I can be completely at ease knowing that Sino-Japanese friendship hasn't been ruined by me."
Juri, unable to resist my enthusiasm, could only invite me to her room.
She lived on the sixth floor. We took the elevator, and since it was empty, I awkwardly told her, "Actually, I came up more to chat with you. Seeing you take your medicine was secondary. You don't have a fever, just a little tipsy. I'll apply a towel to your face later."
Juri was probably touched by my sincerity and enthusiasm, and smiled sweetly at me, nodding a few times and saying, "Mmm."
Juri had booked a double room with pink lighting, which was very pretty. Once
inside, Juri acted like a hostess, helping me take off and hang up my coat before taking it off herself and pouring me water.
Sitting on the sofa, I was a little overwhelmed by the Japanese woman's thoughtfulness, so I stood up, took her hand, and helped her sit on the bed, saying, "You're a patient; I should be taking care of you."
Juri was deeply moved by my actions and nodded vigorously, saying "Mmm" again.
I went to the bathroom to put a towel on Juri's head, and when I came back I found that Juri had already crawled into bed, though she was still wearing her sweater.
I was a little stunned. I hadn't expected Japanese women to be so obedient. She actually lay down under the covers after I told her she was a patient, making me feel like the doctor.
I placed a towel on Juri's delicate forehead and playfully tapped her cute nose, saying that she wouldn't feel so bad after resting for a while.
Juri looked into my eyes and spoke a bunch of Japanese to me, which sounded very sweet, though I couldn't understand what she meant.
Juri's eyes were a little hazy, her gaze somewhat intoxicated and soft. I had a strong urge to kiss her.
However, based on what I'd learned about Juri that day, I knew she wasn't a woman with any promiscuous tendencies. Otherwise, she would have definitely felt something when I put my arm around her waist for the photo. When I put my arm around her, she only showed the warmth of a friend, nothing more.
I resisted the urge to kiss Juri and sat back down on the sofa.
It was getting late, and through the hotel window, we could already see glimpses of Beijing's lights.
Juri started chatting with me. We talked about some differences between China and Japan.
I went along with her, rambling on, and purposefully steered the conversation to the differences between Chinese and Japanese girls.
I started by saying that Chinese girls' overall level wasn't as high as Japanese girls', mainly because Japan's economy was more developed than China's, and Japanese girls were better at dressing up. Then, I added, with a hint of sarcasm, that Japanese girls were also more open-minded than Chinese girls.
Julia agreed with my point.
I then went on to say that Chinese boys actually love watching Japanese adult films, and that Japan's openness regarding sex is something I, a devout liberal, envy. I said it would be great if China also opened up its adult market; it would be less repressive, and the situation of sex workers living in fear while their numbers continue to surge could be alleviated.
Julia probably didn't understand everything I meant; she only grasped some of the terms "adult films," and she was too embarrassed to say more, so she just said things like "maybe."
We'd reached this point, and if I didn't make a breakthrough soon, I knew I'd be disappointed. So I pressed on, asking Julia if pretty Japanese girls often get asked on the street if they want to be celebrities.
Julia laughed and said it was quite possible.
Seeing her shy smile, I guessed she'd been asked that too.
Julia nodded cutely. Pretending
to be impressed, I sat on the bed, looking down at her, and asked, "Then why don't you become a celebrity? It's such a waste for a beauty like you not to be one."
Julia shook her head slightly, saying the people who asked her wanted her to do adult films, and she wouldn't do those.
I said, "You're such a nice girl."
Julia replied sincerely, "You're the nice one."
Her eyes were very dreamy, especially under the pink light. My alcohol was starting to rise, and I couldn't take it anymore. I stared at her and said, "I'm not good. A second ago I was good, but now I'm bad."
I bent down slightly, bringing my gaze closer to Juri's.
Juri probably understood what I meant; her expression showed a mix of fear, resistance, and wavering.
She didn't move.
Seeing that Juri didn't resist, I whispered in her ear, "I've been captivated by your beauty. I like you so much, Juri."
Juri had probably never been confessed to like this by a stranger before; her breathing quickened noticeably. She gasped, "Gu...Guminna Sai (I'm sorry)...Da Nan...I have a boyfriend."
I remained very close and said, "I know you have a boyfriend; you told me on the plane. But I really like you. If I can't kiss you now, I think I'll die in a minute." Please, just one kiss, nothing more.
Juri must have been moved by my actions throughout the day. After struggling for a moment between betrayal and gratitude, she closed her eyes with a wronged expression.
Now was the perfect time.
I removed the towel from Juri's head and gently kissed her.
Juri's lips were full and moist; kissing them felt like kissing a ripe peach—the texture was exquisite.
Juri felt my lips and closed them tightly, indicating that she didn't want anything more.
Of course, I wasn't going to let it go so easily. I sucked on her lips and placed my hands on her soft shoulders.
Juri wanted to resist, but dared not move, only letting out soft "mmm" sounds through her nose, indicating that I shouldn't push my luck any further.
Juri's soft moans, like a kitten's, fueled my sinful thoughts. I stuck out my tongue to lick Juri's lips, hoping she would open her mouth.
Juri kept her mouth tightly shut, maintaining her final loyalty to her boyfriend.
Japanese women might really be a little naive; if I didn't open her mouth, she would just let me lick her. After licking for a while and seeing that Juri still wouldn't open her mouth, I got impatient and crawled under the sheets, pulling her sideways into my arms and continuing to pry open her lips with my wet tongue.
Juri seemed frozen, not moving her hands or feet, just letting me hold and kiss her. I think her heart was beating at lightning speed.
I was actually quite guilty at the time; I had never seen a woman so unromantic and not resisting. I was afraid that Juri would suddenly push me away and call the police or something, and I started to back down.
But then the alcohol hit me again, and I really didn't want to let go of Juri.
I was wearing a thin wool sweater, and Juri was wearing a thin sweater. Her breasts were quite large, and I could clearly feel a soft, yielding impact as they pressed against my chest. Juri possessed the gentleness and tenderness of a Japanese woman, and having such a woman in my arms made my manhood swell to the point where I couldn't resist.
I grabbed Juri's buttocks from behind. Juri had already taken off her outer pants, leaving only a thin pair of underwear on her legs. I clearly pressed my hand against Juri's soft, bouncy buttocks.
This time, Juri was genuinely frightened. She opened her eyes, tried to push me away, and uttered those words I'd heard countless times in Japanese adult films: "Ami-dae, Ootengu, Ami-dae."
At this point, even "Ami-niang" was out of the question. "Ami-dae, my foot!"
I pinned Juri to the bed, using gentle touches to avoid making her feel violated, but rather to deepen our intimacy. I said "I like you, I love you" while simultaneously licking her tongue and sealing her lips with my own as she opened her mouth to call out "Ami-daddy."
Although Juri tried to shake her head, once I kissed her, her soft bones slowly yielded, and she began to make love to me with her incredibly soft little tongue.
The allure of kissing is immense; Juri was enjoying my kisses, and I, emboldened by them, reached
inside her pants to touch her genitals. I could feel that her panties were very thin, like a layer of gauze; through this thin fabric, I could clearly feel her labia and clitoris. I used my index and middle fingers to stimulate her clitoris through her panties.
Juri tried to resist being touched, uttering the sound "Ame-dae" in her throat, but her mouth wouldn't leave mine. She tried to hug my back, and her slender legs twisted and turned as my fingers touched her.
Soon, Juri's lower body was wet, making her thin panties glisten with desire. My fingers slid effortlessly along her vulva through her panties.
At this moment, Juri, fueled by the alcohol and my caresses, became completely aroused. She kissed me tenderly and affectionately, even awkwardly unhooking her bra behind her back.
Feeling Juri's taut breasts loosen, my attention shifted from her mouth and vulva to her breasts. I pulled her sweater down to her neck, opened her white, sheer bra, and kissed her breasts.
Juri's breasts were the softer type, large but not firm; they sank deep into her skin with a squeeze. This sensation particularly aroused my animalistic instincts. I bit her bright red, blood-like nipples and squeezed her breasts relentlessly, not caring if I overdid it.
Juri was still calling out meaningless "Ami-dada." Hearing
this, I felt a surge of heat rising within me, the alcohol kicking in. A storm swept over me, and I quickly stripped off all my clothes, leaving only my underwear.
Juri's eyes were glistening with tears. She didn't want to take off her clothes, but under my irresistible gaze, she slowly removed her underwear and pants. Seeing how slowly she undressed, I wasn't in a hurry. Since it was already like this, and she was done running, I gently stroked her and told her I liked her.
Juri was speechless. Perhaps she had melted away from my tenderness during the day, or perhaps she had abandoned her principles due to my boldness. In any case, she was completely submissive to me, although there was still some resistance in her eyes.
I helped Juri remove her sweater, underwear, and bra. She was completely naked from the waist up, wearing only a thin, damp pair of panties that clung to her dark forest. Her fair skin gave me a dizzying, moving feeling.
I've been with many women, but to be honest, I've never been with someone as fair as Juri. Her whiteness wasn't the white of snow, but a pinkish undertone, a tender white that seemed to be overflowing with moisture. Truly, the environment shapes a person.
Faced with such a body, I couldn't resist kissing her, kissing her entire body, from her neck to her calves; every inch of her skin was surprisingly smooth.
Juri, completely abandoning her inhibitions under my kisses, her eyes blazing with allure. When I licked her vulva through her panties, she softly called out "Haruka." She also uttered some words in Japanese that I couldn't understand, but which were incredibly seductive and gentle.
Seeing that Juri was already quite wet, I pulled down her panties, completely exposing her private parts.
Juri's vulva was so tender; both her inner and outer labia were pink, glistening with her juices, like a spring flower just touched by morning dew, waiting to bloom fully.
I glanced up at Juri; her face was flushed crimson, and she deliberately covered her vulva with her hands, preventing me from seeing further. She was also uttering some pleasant-sounding words in Japanese.
I said in Chinese with a touch of flirtatious charm, "I want to fuck you, will you let me?"
Juri didn't understand me, she just looked at me seductively. That gaze was waiting for my favor, and also inviting my ravaging.
What more could I say to a woman like that? I took off my underwear, and my burning rod was already almost 20 centimeters long, its thickness like four fingers put together.
Juri had already guessed my size from my swollen underwear, but seeing the real thing, she was still a little scared, but more excited than anything else.
I gently pulled Juri's waist, pulling her down to my crotch, and made her suck on it.
Juri was very obedient, cupping my huge rod in her hands and sucking.
My lower body was enveloped by its wet softness, and my sensitive spot swelled up several times over.
After nearly five minutes of oral sex, I felt my erection reach its peak. With lightning speed and a startling force, I pushed Juri face down on the bed. Before she could react, I had already lifted her buttocks.
A delicate pink flower was about to be thrust into the barrel of my gun; I could no longer suppress my rage.
Long live the Chinese people!
Japanese women deserve to be fucked!
I chanted these empty slogans in my mind, charging into the Japanese lair with my heavy machine gun.
Ah!!!
Juri had definitely never been penetrated by such a large penis before, especially not the kind that goes all the way in. She screamed, grabbing the sheets, trying to twist her waist to escape this intrusion.
My brother was fully loaded; how could I let the Japanese get away now?
I tore away my pretense of gentleness and retaliated against the Japanese's weakness in the most brutal way.
Like a pile driver, I frantically thrust into Juri from behind. There was no nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one; it was all real, hard fucking.
Juri was experiencing both pleasure and pain from my penetration. She wanted to scream but was afraid of being too loud and having the neighbors hear, so she
endured my onslaught, letting out long moans from the depths of her throat. Her waist was too slender to support my frenzied assault, so I laid Juri completely face down on the bed, straddling her soft back. With one hand, I spread her buttocks, my thick penis thrusting into her tender clitoris with heavy, oblique strokes.
My other hand wasn't idle either; one hand squeezed her breasts hard, while the other cupped her cheek, turning her head towards me so I could kiss her wet, soft tongue.
Juri awkwardly twisted her body, her back to me as she was being penetrated, while simultaneously trying to receive my saliva with her mouth—the feeling was incredibly pleasurable.
I was enjoying it, and she was even more so. With the swaying of the soft bed, we almost reached the maximum fusion of our sexual desire.
Juri was clearly experiencing orgasm after orgasm, her lower body making a series of wet, squelching sounds, and the moans emanating from her throat were almost heavenly, a cry of adoration for me.
Having sex with Japanese women is incredibly pleasurable; you'll understand when you do. They seem to have an innate desire to be ravaged to death. The trembling of their voices, the shaking of their hips, even the subtly seductive look in their eyes all entice you to fuck them relentlessly.
I flipped Juri over, spreading her legs wide, and thrust into her pink, wet vagina from the front, making her watch me fuck her—that intensified the pleasure.
Juri's eyes held a desperate, irresistible plea, and she uttered seductive Japanese. I don't remember what she said, but from the scene, I could tell she didn't want me to fuck her so hard; her body couldn't take it anymore.
At the peak of desire, every pleas for mercy only fueled the rampage. The more Juri moaned and begged, the more intensely I fucked her, each thrust penetrating deep enough to reach her cervix. Juri was drenched in sweat, initially trying to resist my assault by squeezing her legs together, but eventually she could only try her best to maintain a comfortable position and enjoy my rape.
That day, I fucked her incredibly well, at least for an hour before I ejaculated. I estimate Juri had at least 50 orgasms. When we finished and lay on the bed, the sheets were soaked with sweat, tears, but mostly Juri's vaginal fluid.
We rested for a long time before showering. While caressing each other in the bathtub, we were as sweet as lovers. Juri was completely subdued by me, utterly convinced of China's power.
That night, I fucked Juri all night—in the bathtub, on the sink, on the carpet, even by the window—until 4 a.m. We didn't sleep until noon the next day.
After getting up, I fucked her again; I really didn't want to let go of an opportunity to fuck a Japanese woman. After we finished, we washed up, and then I took her to Wangfujing to eat some not-so-good snacks. Back at the hotel, of course, I didn't let her go. She acted like she was in a prison she wanted to be in; our Beijing trip completely turned into an experience of being fucked by a Chinese man.
That night, I fucked Juri again all night. Afterwards, Juri had to rush to Shanghai, and I also had to rush home for the Chinese New Year, so we parted ways.
When I took her to the airport, I even rubbed her butt in the taxi. By then, she completely considered me her husband; she didn't resist and was even affectionately clinging to me.
Later, when we parted at the airport, I gently kissed her on the head and said, against my will, that I loved her.
Julia almost cried when she heard that.
We parted reluctantly at the airport security checkpoint.
Later, after Julia returned to Japan, she emailed me, saying that her experience in Beijing was unforgettable, especially that last kiss at the airport. She said she would remember that experience forever, but it would never happen again.
I replied: "Not necessarily. When you come back to China, your experiences will be even richer."
I really look forward to Julia coming back to China, but after that email, she never replied to my emails again.
People always have dreams. I recently broke up with my girlfriend and emailed Julia saying I missed her. I hope she sees it and can comfort me again.

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