My first experience abroad involved sleeping with a Japanese girl.

A while ago, I went on a business trip to Japan with my boss to inspect equipment. I was so excited, I'd never been abroad before! We were there for six days, visiting five cities: Tokyo, Izu, Kobe, Hakone, and Osaka. It was exhausting! But it was worth it! First of all, let me declare that I'm a staunch anti-Japanese activist. I've boycotted Japanese goods and signed petitions against Japan's bid for a permanent seat on the UN Security Council. To be honest, I hate Japanese people from the bottom of my heart—no, Japanese men! Sometimes I think about wiping out Japan, killing all the men, leaving only pretty Japanese women for our Chinese hunks to enjoy. Haha, that's just a thought, impossible in reality.
Although I hate Japanese people, you have to admire them in some ways. Let me tell you about the environment. We boarded the plane in Beijing. As usual, I looked out the window after takeoff. All I could see were clouds; I couldn't see anything on the ground. After a while, I got bored and fell asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but my colleague woke me up to say we were almost there. I checked the time—goodness, I'd slept for almost three hours! I rubbed my eyes and looked out the window, and what immediately caught my eye was the city on the ground, so clearly visible! Sigh, and then I thought about our country—how serious the pollution is! I felt ashamed! After getting off the plane and collecting my luggage, I walked out of the terminal, and Tokyo finally appeared before me! A representative from the manufacturer and a translator came to pick us up. Upon meeting, they bowed deeply. I had long heard of the Japanese people's impeccable manners, and this time I truly experienced it firsthand. We rode in their car to the hotel. Looking at this unfamiliar city along the way, my first impression was its cleanliness—absolutely spotless! Secondly, there were so many people and cars, and so many buildings, no less than in Tianjin, but everything was orderly, and everyone strictly obeyed traffic rules. Soon we arrived at the hotel, and the translator helped us with the check-in. The boss said, "You have half an hour to settle in; we'll go to the factory soon." There were five of us in total: the company boss, two department managers, myself, and a colleague. Compared to them, the two of us, being tech guys, were just foot soldiers. But it was tough on us; we practically became part-time porters, carrying all their large luggage. Half an hour later, everyone got on the bus, and after about half an hour, we arrived at the factory (work here isn't the focus, so I won't go into detail). Now, let me talk about the girls (or women) in Tokyo. You can immediately tell they're different from people in our country. If you ask me what the difference is, I can't really put my finger on it; it's something that can only be felt, not explained. There are pretty girls here too, but like in China, they're not everywhere. Overall, their clothing and appearance are very appropriate, at least not unpleasant to look at, unlike here. This reminds me of something a colleague often says: "It's not a problem if someone is ugly, what's most unbearable is that they don't know they're ugly." I feel like he's talking about Sister Furong (a Chinese internet celebrity known for her unattractive appearance), making me feel nauseous. Back to the main point, we finished our business around 6 pm, and the hosts treated us to dinner. It seemed like most of the food was seafood, a lot of it raw. It was very fresh, or rather, fishy; some people might not be able to handle it. After dinner, my colleague and I agreed to have the translator take us for a walk. The three leaders declined, saying they'd go back to the hotel to rest. We figured traveling abroad was commonplace for them, and they wouldn't mind this trip; perhaps they'd been before. We didn't ask.
The translator led us to Tokyo's most bustling commercial district. It was almost nine o'clock, and completely dark. To my surprise, almost every light along the way was on. How could this be in a country as frugal as Japan? The translator explained that because Japan is surrounded by the sea, most of its electricity is generated by tides. As long as there are tides, and the generators are running, the energy is inexhaustible, so they don't care about the amount of electricity. We wandered around the mall for over an hour, looking at many novel things, but then seeing the prices, we hesitated. Luckily, I boycott Japanese goods and had no intention of buying anything. My colleague was quite disappointed. He'd heard that Japanese electronics and small appliances were cheap and of good quality back home and had wanted to buy some to take home, but he hadn't expected them to be so expensive. Later, I asked the translator and learned that the average wage in Japan is several times higher than in China, and the price of electrical appliances is twice that of China. So, while locals don't find it expensive, we do – it's like earning money in Beijing and spending it in Tianjin. Also, sometimes you can buy cheaper things at duty-free shops, though they're not everywhere. There are also markets like Dahutong and Jianshan Market here; the goods are cheaper, and while the quality isn't guaranteed, they're generally better than electrical appliances in China. My advice to everyone is to boycott Japanese goods. If you're traveling to Japan and insist on buying things, make sure you check the country of origin. I've found many items are made in China. Don't wait until you bring them back to realize you've been cheated and paid taxes for nothing.
I got back to the hotel around 11:30. I turned on the TV, watched for a while, but couldn't understand anything. My colleague and I tried to guess what they were saying. After a while, we got bored and tired, so we went to sleep. I had only been lying down for about ten minutes when the phone rang. My colleague and I picked up at the same time and heard a very pleasant female voice babbling on and on. My colleague and I looked at each other, neither of us understanding. Finally, I said in English, "Sorry, we're sleeping!" and hung up. We often travel for work in China and frequently stay in hotels. It's common for us to receive calls in the middle of the night. Everyone knows what these calls are for, so I won't go into details. My colleague and I wondered if Japanese hotels had these too. As we were talking, he started snoring. I couldn't sleep. Before coming here, I had researched this in Japan (although Japan has laws prohibiting prostitution, the crackdown on such crimes is very lenient. Regarding the strange phenomenon of Japan having both laws prohibiting prostitution and "street streets dedicated to the sex industry," a Japanese police officer revealed: Japanese law protects personal privacy, and the police cannot easily intervene in the activities of some people in "love hotels." To put it bluntly, even if they know someone is prostituting, the police turn a blind eye and pretend they don't see it). I can't have come here for nothing; I must find an opportunity in the next few days. Thinking about this, I fell asleep...
I won't go into detail about the next few days; they were pretty much the same – traveling between different cities for business, with occasional leisurely strolls. Before I knew it, it was the last day, and I arrived in Osaka. I felt so depressed; had I come all this way for nothing? No, I'm leaving tomorrow at noon, so I have to make the most of today. After dinner, as usual, the leaders went back to the hotel to rest, while my colleague and I went out for a walk with the translator. This translator was quite enthusiastic and invited us to his home. Seeing his enthusiasm, we felt awkward refusing. This translator was 31 years old; we called him Mr. Shinoda. He seemed like a nice, easy-going person. On the way, he said, "My house is huge, over 30 square meters!" My colleague and I smiled but didn't say anything. He saw us smiling, didn't understand what we meant, and asked us. We were too embarrassed to answer. He got impatient and insisted on knowing. I said, "Where we live, 30 square meters isn't considered big." He kept asking how big my house was, and I said 120 square meters. Looking at his expression, he was very surprised. I explained the situation in our country's cities to him, and he wasn't surprised anymore. When we arrived at his house, a young woman in a kimono opened the door. She bowed deeply to us as she entered. Shinoda introduced her as his wife, and we greeted her in Japanese, "Nice to meet you!" We sat in his house for a while, had some tea, and then he saw us back to our hotel. In the hotel lobby, I felt uneasy. I checked my pockets and said anxiously, "Oh no, I left my wallet at Shinoda's house!" I told my colleague, "You go back first, I'll go back again." My colleague went upstairs. Shinoda pulled me along quickly, saying, "You're leaving tomorrow, let's go quickly and come back early so you can rest early." I smiled, pulled him to sit on the sofa in the lobby, lit a cigarette, and said with a smile, "Shinoda, I want to go out and have some fun. I wonder if you could take me?" Then I smiled at him with narrowed eyes. He was taken aback for a few seconds, then smiled back at me, pulled me along, and said, "No problem." We chatted along the way, and I learned he was also part of our group of perverts. We then discussed the sex industry in China and Japan. A little while later, we arrived at a small hotel. We booked a room and went in first. He called the owner, spoke with him for a while, and then asked what kind of girl I wanted and what my requirements were. I said I wanted a 17 or 18-year-old student girl, pretty, with a good figure, good service, and preferably someone I did regularly. He spoke a few more words to the owner, who then closed the door and left. He told me, "Wait a minute, she'll be back soon," and added that what I was doing was "compensated dating," and that the girls were all good, but a bit pricey. I asked the price; it was about 2500 RMB. It was expensive, but not beyond my budget. After all, this was different from the situation in China, and besides, the opportunity to travel abroad was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. So I didn't say anything. About 20 minutes later, the owner knocked on the door and brought in two girls. He spoke a few words to Xintian and then left. Shinoda said, "You choose first." I didn't stand on ceremony and looked at the two girls. They were wearing standard Japanese school uniforms, the kind you only see on TV, with short white skirts and four long, shapely legs. Looking up, one of their breasts was practically bursting out. Both girls were very attractive, pure, and pretty, without a hint of vulgarity. But looking at them, I couldn't help but think of porn stars. I pointed to the one with the big breasts, and Shinoda said a few words to her. Then he said to me, "Have fun. She's very obedient. We have two hours." He smiled at me, pulled the other girl aside, and told me to go to the next room to get another one, saying to call me if I needed anything. At this point, only the two of them were left in the room. She was still standing there. I stared at her for a while longer. She was pretty good. At least I had never been with such a young, beautiful, and pure girl before, especially a foreign one. Then she came over, bowed deeply, and said, "Ariado." I could understand that. I pulled her to sit on the bed and asked if she knew some basic English. We then started communicating in English. I learned she was 17 years old and still in school, and had been working as an escort for over two months. She still seemed a little shy. Okay, enough chit-chat, time's limited. I said, "Let's begin!" She pulled me into the bathroom, turned on the bathtub faucet, adjusted the water temperature, and started running the water. Then she helped me take off my clothes, and then took hers off herself. Wow! Her underwear had Hello Kitty on it, so cute! I pulled her close and, before she could even take off her underwear, I started touching her genitals, one hand under her underwear, stroking her genitals. Soon, she reacted. I took off her underwear, and wow! I'd never seen anything so beautiful. Her pubic area was incredibly white, with minimal pubic hair, very soft. The most beautiful part was her vulva, so pretty, as pure as a pink Hello Kitty.
She started moaning. I stood up, gesturing for her to squat down. She was very obedient, knowing what I was going to do, and obediently took my penis into her mouth (haha, these things don't need words, it seems the method is universal). Before long, I felt aroused. I watched as her cheeks puffed out, and she made soft moaning sounds. She kept looking up at me with an expression I'd only ever seen in adult videos—a mixture of unbearable pain, pitiful helplessness, and pleasure. It felt amazing! Then, sensing my penis wasn't getting any bigger, she stopped simply swallowing and began focusing her tongue on the glans and urethral opening. A moment later, I felt something was wrong and pulled out, pointing to my testicles. She looked at me and then took one into her mouth. Ah, it felt so good, so warm. We continued, alternating between the two. Okay, now my penis wasn't about to ejaculate. I grabbed her hair and told her to stop, then pried open her mouth and thrust my penis in, pressing her head down in a piston-like motion. She grabbed my hand, trying to pull me away, but I ignored her and continued. Actually, this is what I love most—doing oral sex on a girl. In the past, I wouldn't have been so rough; if a girl really didn't want to, I wouldn't force her. But this time was different. You guys probably don't know what I was thinking. At this moment, I was thinking of avenging the Chinese women during the Anti-Japanese War. Today, I was going to torture this Japanese girl. The girl struggled for a while, then seemed to realize there was no hope and stopped resisting. Looking into her eyes, I felt a sense of satisfaction. After about five minutes, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. My penis seemed to twitch. She frowned and tried to pull my hand away again. I increased the force, and my penis twitched violently a few times, ejaculating all of it into the girl's mouth. Looking at the girl again, she immediately climbed to the sink to vomit. I patted her bottom, ignoring her for now. Seeing that the water I had filled was almost full, I jumped into the bathtub to soak.
After a while, the girl looked at me, seemingly recovering. I beckoned her over, and she slowly walked over. I pulled her into the bathtub in one go. We snuggled together in the bathtub. After a while, she gestured for me to lie down and began to serve me. First, she lathered my entire body with shower gel, then massaged me with her large breasts. I lit a cigarette and quietly enjoyed the moment, thinking to myself, "I've never experienced anything like this back home." Then, I felt her playing with my penis again. Looking closer, I saw her using her large breasts to tease it. Oh no, I should conserve my energy. So I pulled her up and asked her to wash me clean. We both stood up, turned on the shower, and she washed and dried me off, then dried herself off as well. I carried her outside and placed her on the bed. Then it was time for the real assault. I gestured for her to put on a condom, and then we started thrusting. Her vagina was so tight; it was clear she hadn't had much experience yet. She was very compliant, accepting whatever I did. The moaning of that girl was so beautiful, completely real, without any pretense or disguise. What's best is that she didn't control herself and moaned however she wanted. This is something our girls in China can't compare to; they always try their best to control themselves, as if they're afraid of being heard by others.
After a while, the girl pushed me away, signaling me to change positions, as if she was being pressed down and couldn't breathe. I thought to myself, "That's me pressing down, it's clearly you who's screaming and can't breathe." So I picked her up and had her lie face down, switching to doggy style. I was admiring her from behind while penetrating her, which was really enjoyable! Looking down, I saw her anus, which was pink with a slight black tinge. I tentatively inserted a finger slowly. Her screams changed a bit, but she didn't resist, so I guessed anal sex was fine with her. However, I'm not into that, so I didn't insert my penis. Since that was the case, I kept inserting my penis and moving my finger in her anus, gradually increasing the pace. I could hear the girl screaming in agony and trying to say something to me, but I couldn't understand a word, so I ignored her and continued to increase the speed. I don't know how many times I thrust, but I felt I was about to come, so I pushed in with all my might, at maximum speed. Just before I came, I imitated what I'd seen in adult films on TV, immediately pulled out, flipped her over, grabbed my penis, and shoved it into her mouth. With a few thrusts, I ejaculated all inside. Looking at her, she frowned and immediately coughed a lot on the floor. Then she lay motionless on the bed, and I lay on her back, enjoying her smooth, white skin. About 10 minutes later, she helped me up and led me to the bathroom to shower. I was really tired now, so I lay still in the bathtub, letting her do as she pleased. After a while, we finished showering, got dressed, and went back to bed. I hugged her to rest. A little while later, she pointed to the clock on the table, indicating that it was time. So I took out my wallet from my clothes. This was a problem; counting money was a bit difficult. Shinoda had told me the approximate value in RMB, but not in Japanese Yen. Thankfully, my PDA came in handy. I remembered it had a currency converter, so I calculated and gave him 37,000 yen, a little overpaying. Opening the door, I saw Shinoda already waiting for me outside. We smiled at each other as we came out. Looking back at the two girls, I saw them bow deeply and say "Sayonara," which sounded really nice. I waved to them and immediately drove back to the hotel with Shinoda.
When we got to the hotel, I felt a little tired but not sleepy, so I dragged Shinoda to the bar on the second floor and we ordered a few beers and chatted for a while. This time, I treated him to show my gratitude for taking me out. After a while, I checked my watch again; it was past 2 AM. I said I should go back, otherwise I wouldn't be able to explain myself tomorrow. Standing up to pay the bill, I saw Shinoda was a little unsteady, probably a bit drunk. I suggested he get a room at the hotel to rest and leave tomorrow morning, but he insisted on going back. I watched as he walked into the lobby, said a few words to the waiter, and sat down on the sofa. I went over and asked him what was wrong. He said he couldn't drive because he'd been drinking, and asked the waiter to call a driver to take him home. I thought to myself, if this were in China, he'd probably have already made his way home on his own, why would he need a driver? I sat with him for about five more minutes until the driver arrived, and we shook hands and said goodbye. I went upstairs and opened the door to my room. I heard my colleague snoring, so I didn't turn on the light. I quietly got into bed, pulled the covers over myself, and went to sleep.
Sigh! Wake up! I groggily opened my eyes and saw my colleague already sitting on the edge of the bed, calling me. I checked the time; it was 8 o'clock. We had booked a 9 o'clock car to the airport, so I immediately got out of bed, washed up, got dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. He asked me what time I got back yesterday. I said that Xintian had driven me back yesterday, and to thank him, I treated him to some drinks at the bar on the second floor. You were already asleep when I got back, so I didn't wake you. I didn't even know what time it was then. My colleague laughed and said, "Only you! If it were me, I wouldn't have that much energy!" After breakfast, I immediately went upstairs to get my luggage, then went to the boss's room to help them with their luggage. Downstairs, I saw Xintian and their company manager waiting for us in the lobby to see us off. The managers chatted briefly, said their goodbyes, and Xintian and I exchanged a smile. Then our car arrived, and everyone filed in, waving goodbye. Soon we arrived at the airport, boarded the plane, and settled in. I felt sleepy and fell asleep again. In my dream, I seemed to be having sex with that Japanese girl again. When I woke up, we were already in our airspace. I thought to myself, "I must recharge when I get home; there are still plenty of domestic girls waiting for me to explore!"
Overall, the girl's physical attributes were excellent—young, beautiful, and with a great figure. Her service attitude was, needless to say, exceptionally good. Unlike young girls in China who lack experience, I don't know if they learned on their own or received training. What I miss most is her lewd moans, completely unpretentious, a genuine expression of her true self. This kind of girl would be considered top-tier even in China. Furthermore, in China, you might pay money to get the right to use a prostitute's vagina, or perhaps some other things, but here you get the right to use the prostitute's body. As long as the prostitute can tolerate it, you can do whatever you want with her. Those who have the chance to go to Japan should definitely try it. Don't worry there, because as I mentioned before, the sex industry there is almost unrestricted, and the police basically don't care.
:d:d:d:d:d:d:d:d Great article. True. Mature Japanese women are more fun than young girls.

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