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Standing before the famous Arc de Triomphe, I walked down the vibrant tree-lined avenue.
Unbelievably, I was strolling along the Champs-ĂlysĂ©es.
Naturally, everyone passing by was a foreigner. Though there were a few Asians and people who appeared to be Japanese, being in a place where they were such an overwhelming minority was a first in my life.
"France is... amazing, huh?"
"Huh?"
Anna-chan, walking beside me, tilted her head slightly. Of course, it was only natural that FranceâParis, no lessâwould be full of foreigners. Moreover, this was Anna-chan's homeland, so there was no way she could understand why I was so overwhelmed.
A thirteen-year-old white beauty and I, wandering the Champs-ĂlysĂ©es.
Though there were other Asians like me in the crowd, people tended to stick to their ownâwhites with whites, Blacks with Blacks, Arabs with Arabs, Asians with Asians. A pair like ours, a white girl and an Asian man, was practically nonexistent.
And to make matters worse, one was a middle school girl, and the other was a salaryman well past thirty. If we were both Asian, we might have passed as parent and child, but as an obviously unrelated duo, many people gave us strange looks.
"If you say that, then Japan is the amazing one to me. It has its own unique culture and values, so many warm-hearted people... I almost wish I could become Japanese myself."
Anna-chan, who cherished the spirit of Japan more than we Japanese did, seemed to truly enjoy her life there.
Her demure, Japanese-like demeanor was likely because she understood the beauty of Japan from an outsider's perspective better than we ever could.
The grass is always greener on the other side.
People often fail to appreciate what's right in front of them, always gazing at what's far away.
Yet Anna-chan didn't seem the least bit ashamed of being born Frenchâof being a white girl.
Perhaps she understood the beauty of both France and Japan equally well.
That was why, as a French girl who loved Japan, she could continue living there so happily.
As for me, I had the heart to appreciate what was close, too. Though I couldn't see Japan's value from the outside since I never left, I was certain I understood the extraordinariness of the girl walking beside me now.
White people equal a gathering of beautiful men and women.
That was the prejudice I had held until stepping out of the airport.
But in reality, not every white person was a beauty. There were plenty of women whose looks would be considered perfectly ordinary even in Japan.
Their average height, leg length, or bust size might have been above Japan's, but no matter where I looked on the streets, I couldn't find a beauty like Anna-chan.
Blonde short hair.
Eyes as clear and blue as the sky.
A waistline unimaginable for a middle schooler.
Smooth, fair legs extending from denim hot pants.
The impressive curve of her hips and the F-cup bust that symbolized her mature charm.
Her figure alone was that of a full-grown woman, but her face still carried a childlike innocence, and she wasn't particularly tall. As a thirteen-year-old girl, she possessed an unparalleled loveliness.
Passersby couldn't help but glance back at her repeatedly.
As mentioned earlier, the pairing of an Asian man and a white girl might have seemed suspicious, but the attention Anna-chan drew was still extraordinary. It just proved how irresistibly cute and alluring she was.
"Wow, we're really drawing attention..."
"Are we? There are plenty of other Japanese people around, though."
Anna-chan was oblivious to her own charm. Once, she had even claimed her F-cup bust was "normal." But being this oblivious to the attention she was getting made her seem like a little devil in a way.
"Ah, I think this is the place."
Following her memo, Anna-chan pointed to a certain apartment building.
Though it was called an apartment, it wasn't some old wooden two-story like you'd find in rural Japan. The exterior was modern, reminiscent of Sherlock Holmes' Baker Street.
Like most French apartments, it looked quite oldâperhaps dating back to Napoleon or even the French Revolution. The fundamental construction was entirely different from Japan's flimsy wooden buildings with their short lifespans.
Anna-chan's father, it seemed, lived in one of the rooms here.
From what I could see, it was a six-story building with no elevator. If her father lived on one of the higher floors, his back must have been killing him.
Stepping through the entrance, a cool, stone-like air enveloped my skin. The open staircase felt like something out of a horror game's mansion, as if I had truly wandered into the setting of a story.
"Papa's room is on the third floor, it seems."
Hearing her say "Papa" again made me nervous, as if I were meeting my girlfriend's father for the first time.
We weren't lovers, nor were we engaged, but in a way, our physical relationship went beyond that.
And as for her fatherâthere was no way he could imagine his thirteen-year-old daughter was having raw sex with a Japanese salaryman every night. If he found out, I'd undoubtedly be killed. I had to tread carefully.
"Huh?"
But to cut to the chase, her father wasn't home. No matter how many times we knocked, there was no response, nor any sign of someone inside.
Using the spare key she had gotten beforehand, Anna-chan opened the door to reveal an empty room.
The stacks of moving boxes made it clear this was indeed her father's place, but the man himself was nowhere to be found.
"...Seriously. I came all the way from Japan."
Anna-chan must have been looking forward to reuniting with her beloved father. Finding the place empty was understandably disappointing.
Still, if he had a bad back, he couldn't have gone far. He might have taken a taxi, but since he knew Anna-chan was coming, it was unlikely he'd stay out for long.
"He'll probably be back soon. Let's wait here and rest."
It would be unwise to go searching blindly when we had no idea where he was. Staying put in the one place he was guaranteed to return to was the best option.
"Rest? There's nowhere to rest, though."
True. The room was still packed with countless moving boxes. If there had been a bed or sofa, it would have been different, but true to her father's Japan-mania, there was no Western-style furniture in sight. He probably slept on a futon.
Still, going out together didn't seem like a good idea either. Her father might return while we were gone, and we weren't here for sightseeing in the first place.
"...Well, since we're here, why don't we pick up where we left off last night?"
Then, fidgeting slightly, Anna-chan began alternating her gaze between my face and my crotch.
Honestly, I wondered if she was out of her mind.
Her father could come back at any moment, and here she was suggesting we continue what we did last night?
But I wasn't mature enough to refuse when such a cute girl was begging for it.
Since coming to France, Anna-chan had been even more assertive than she was in Japan. Maybe it was the atmosphere of France or the comfort of being in her homeland that brought it out in her.
France was known as the land of love, after all.
And beneath her innocent appearance, Anna-chan was still a French girl.
"Ah... you really are incredible."
In the end, we started just like we always did.
To ensure we could stop the moment her father returned, I only pulled my penis out through my fly, leaving my pants and underwear on. Anna-chan, of course, was still fully clothed, but the fact that we were in a place where we should be fully dressed while she sucked me off added an extra layer of taboo to the situation.
And the thrill of not knowing when her father would return only amplified that feeling.
"Kashiwabara-san's cock is so hard..."
As she took my shaft into her mouth, Anna-chan let out a dreamy murmur.
She didn't usually use crude words like chinpo. Normally, she'd say "penis," but whether it was the boldness of being in France or something else, she was dirtier than ever.
Her tongue work was downright lewd, rivaling even Mizuki's techniques.
"Kashiwabara-san's hard cock... fuck my pussy with it already..."
She usually got like this toward the end of sex, but it was rare for her to slip into succubus mode right from the start. Then again, since we had no idea when her father would return, it made sense to finish quickly.
"Then put your hands on that box."
I made her brace herself against the stacked boxes, then pulled down her denim hot pants along with her panties. Anna-chan was already ready.
Her pretty pink slit glistened with arousal.
"Ahh... I need it... punish my white pussy with your samurai cock..."
As she lewdly thrust out her hips, I pressed my shaft against her without hesitation.
She was still only thirteen.
A second-year middle schooler with an F-cup bust and a seductive figure, but a child nonethelessâsomeone else's precious daughter.
And here I was, about to take her raw in her own father's apartment while he was away.
It was utterly despicable.
And the best possible scenario.
"Ahâ!!"
I drove my cock deep into her cervix in one fierce thrust.
The sensation of my tip kissing her womb and her tight folds gripping my shaftâ
Her being thirteen didn't matter.
As long as she was enjoying it, she was the perfect age for sex.
"K-Kashiwabara-san...!!"
"Ahh, you're incredible... a white middle schooler's pussy is the best..."
It wasn't that I looked down on Japanese women, but a white girl's pussy felt special. Less about tightness, more about being enveloped. Or maybe it was just Anna-chan's unique traitâher natural aphrodisiac-like juices amplifying my arousal to no end.
"Ah! Ah!"
I ravaged that white pussy without mercy.
I gave her no time to rest, pounding into her relentlessly.
I groped her ass and breasts freely, treating her pussy like my personal onahole.
The sound of hips clapping echoed through the spacious apartment.
Each thrust made the white girl's ass jiggle obscenely.
"Ngh!! Aahhn!!"
As I pinched her nipples through her clothes and rammed her cervix, Anna-chan let out even higher-pitched moans. In sex, the lewdness of those moans was an essential spice.
And in that regard, Anna-chan's voice was perfect.
Every deep thrust drew out the most erotic sounds imaginable.
"I'm gonna cum, Anna! I'm gonna fill you up!!"
I began my final sprint in earnest. Time was short. A second round wasn't even on my mind. With the best thrusts I could muster, I ravaged that white girl's pussy.
"Aahhn! Cum! Knock me up with your samurai cock!!"
As I pounded her from behind, Anna-chan turned to look back at me.
Her faceâflushed, completely enslaved by Japanese cockâwas the picture of a white beauty in ecstasy.
The feeling of conquest was indescribable.
This was the second Norman Conquestâby the Japanese.
"Ahhh! I'm cumming!! I'm filling this white onahole up!!"
"Aahh, I'm cumming too!! Getting bred by samurai cock!! Je viens!"
With an explosion of pleasure, I unleashed a flood of thick, white cum.
I emptied everything in my balls, marking the white girl as mine.
In that moment, every pleasure-inducing chemical in my brain surged forth.
Ejaculating into a white beauty. Breeding her. The act of impregnation.
It was different from fucking a Japanese girl. Unlike when I violated Aika or Suzuka-chan, this pleasure was something else entirelyâoverwhelming every inch of me.
"Ahh! It's filling me! So deep!!"
With my hips locked firmly against hers, Anna-chanânowhere to runâwas showered with a torrent of semen deep inside her womb.
Her slender body convulsed in climax, twitching uncontrollably.
I, too, was trapped in the sensation, my cock clamped down on tightly as I came, unable to move.
The worst possible timingâthat was when the front door opened.
Honestly, I thought it was over.
The only people with keys to this apartment were the landlord or the residents.
That meant there was a ninety percent chance it was Anna-chan's father.
Getting caught in such a definitive momentâthere was no way society would forgive me.
"Anne-flore?"
But standing there was a white womanâ
and an adorable white beauty who looked to be in elementary school.
"Grande soeur?"
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