Chapter 3 by TheNexus

Now, what kind of guy are you?

Matthew, a man with Yellow Fever and a cum fetish.

Matthew stared at the barista and then to the notebook in front of him. Then back to the barista. And.... back to the notebook. This repeated a few times as the pure astonishment of the power he now possessed washed over him.

His mind raced as the possibilities streamed past. You see, Matthew was a bit of a pervert. It probably started when he saw his first porno in middle-school and things accelerated in high-school in college. These days in his post-grad life, he basically could only get off to the most degrading shit possible.

That isn't to say he didn't have a love life... just that he hid is true side most of the time. His first real girlfriend in college sparked a fire in him that burned like a fever now. She was Chinese-American and... well he had only dated Asians every since. Sure, he'd gone on some dates with White Girls, Latina girls, and even one Black Chick, but for the most part he only hit it off with East Asians.

So, that is to say our main man Matthew had Yellow Fever, something he was peculiarly aware of and even felt a bit shameful. However, he wasn't sure there was a ton he could do about it at this point. He had corrupted his mind so much with Asian porn there was probably no going back.

And it was that Asian porn that led to Matthew's other fetish. Just like a ton of other guys, Matthew had always found facials pretty hot. They were commonplace, at the end of basically ever porno. But for Matthew, the fetish went a bit further. At first he found the Japanese bukkake films a bit, well... disgusting. But after he watched a few he developed a bit of an interest. Then after a few more it become a fascination. And finally, a full blow fetish. Maybe it was the Japanese girls in the videos, but whatever it was, bukkake films became his go to.

So cum and Asians. Those were the two things that immediately popped to Matthew's mind when it finally stopped racing. And it was with those two distinct (though not mutually exclusive) fetishes, that Matthew's eyes finally turned back to the notebook.

Matthew picked up the pencil and started to write.