Text Ms. Tanaka and see if she wants to meet up

You wake up with less of a hangover than you thought. You’re thankful that you get to sleep in on the weekend, even if you aren’t looking forward to working on your lesson plans tonight.

Deciding that you want to push to get to know Ms. Tanaka better, you get out of bed and pull your phone off of its charger to turn it on. It’s a new day, and judging by how tired your co-worker sounded yesterday, you figure that taking her out to lunch would be a nice break for her.

You take out a slip of paper with Tanaka’s number on it and text it with a simple [“Hey, Ms. Tanaka, it’s John from Kawakimi. Is this the right number?”]

Less than 30 seconds later, the phone vibrates and you see a surprising message on the bright screen.

[“It’s so good to hear from you! I wanted to apologize for not going out with you yesterday. I thought my work was more important at the time, but I realize now that I should always make time for you.”]

You stare at the phone, an expression of confusion on your face at her reply. That's... overly generous of her. You know that she's a kind and considerate woman, but that is a lot to drop on you for only the third or fourth time you’ve talked.

For a few seconds, you aren’t sure how to reply, but after your stomach rudely interrupts your thoughts, you remember what you were messaging her for in the first place.

[“Don’t worry about it! I was thinking of going out for some lunch, but I’m new in town. Do you know any good places to eat?”]
[“Maybe, if you’re not busy-...”]

You pause before you can finish typing the second message. Come on, John, you’ve already gotten through the set-up. Now you just have to do the “asking out” part. It’s only in text! This is supposed to be easy!

You freeze up. Your hands twitch as you struggle to type the rest of the words. You can only imagine her patient smile as she waits for you to finish typing. Of course she would wait. She’s incredibly polite.

And yet, after only a few seconds, Ms. Tanaka surprises you once again.

[“Say no more. Meet me at Iruka-San’s on Kambucho Drive in 20 minutes. I’m so glad you want me!”]

“Huh?”

Your audible confusion at her comment falls on deaf ears, but you don’t have much time to wonder. Looking up the address, you find that it’s a good 10 minute walk, and that only leaves you with enough time to quickly shower and change.

20 minutes later, you’re standing in front of Iruka-San’s, a quaint little diner just down the road. You don’t have to wait long for your date to arrive, and when she does, your jaw drops.

Ms. Tanaka has taken the liberty of getting all dolled up for you. The dark-haired beauty that previously impressed you with only her kindness is now clad in a fashionable white dress with matching purse, shimmering black heels and noticeably thick lip gloss.

You pinch yourself to ensure you’re not dreaming. Nope, you're definitely awake. The lovely woman in front of you is all smiles and waves as if she’s genuinely excited to be in your presence.

“John! How are you? Getting your text this morning really made my day.”

She doesn’t wait to grasp your hand in hers like a couple would, affection sparkling in her eyes all the while. You have no clue how to respond to this sudden shower of attention, so you stutter out as quick of a response as you can manage.

“Uhh, good! It’s really great to see you too, Ms. Tanaka!”

“Oh, please. Call me Yue. We’re not in that stuffy school, John.”

First name basis, already! She seems even friendlier than you’d imagined. Maybe she took this idea of a lunch date more romantically than you did? Or maybe she just really, really likes you?

Wrapping her arm around yours, Yue leads you inside and seats you at a booth all by herself. It seems she comes here often, judging by the way she exchanges knowing glances with the waitress. In fact, a lot of people in the restaurant are staring your way, glancing between the two of you, with some women actually looking... jealous?

You sit down on one side of the booth, naturally assuming the beautiful woman would sit across from you so that you could make eye contact and enjoy a regular meal. However, she soon sidles up next to you on the same side, seemingly wanting to be as close to you as possible.

Momentarily, you tense up, not sure how to handle any woman being so forward with you so soon, but you quickly determine it to be a good thing when Yue wraps her arm around you again and whispers in your ear.

“With how you’ve been adjusting to life in Japan, I thought you just needed some time alone, but... after asking me out to lunch, well... I’m truly honored to be your first.”

You’re lost in those gorgeous eyes of hers. Seeing her blush while she talks to you just fills you with such confidence and charm that you certainly weren’t used to having back in America. Unfortunately, something continues to nag at you when you consider what she just said.

Your first? Yue didn’t just naturally assume that you were... Did she? You’re about to remark that you just wanted to get lunch with her, and that maybe she was moving a little too fast when she clutches your arm close to her sizable breasts and you can feel her heart beating fast beneath them. Holy shit.

”John... Would it be too much to ask if you just... let me see it? I’ve heard the stories, but...”

“See what?”

You are more confused than ever. Yue speaks like she’s known you for a long time, but that’s impossible since you only moved here last week. The Asian beauty pulls away for a moment to chuckle and clarify the obvious.

“You know... it. The one and only? The masterpiece? I don’t know what the younger girls are calling it these days.”

You sit there, dumbfounded as you mull over what she could possibly mean.

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about. Could you be more specific?”

Yue’s gaze turns from one of affection and wonder to one of sheer determination as she tries to make her intentions as clear as crystal. She even attempts to speak English to get through to you.

“Ahh. Okay. I’mu going to speak in purain Engurish so you undahstandu me.”

You try not to laugh as you’re paying close attention to her, but a smirk does cross your face in time.

“John. You habe da perfecto cock. Can I purease see it?”

Perfect cock? What on Earth was she... waaaaait a minute.

You didn’t dream that. The old woman in that spooky tent last night seriously did something. There's no other explanation for Yue’s odd behavior. She honestly seems to believe that you're blessed or something.

“You think I have the perfect cock? As in... the best penis? Just... ever?”

Yue looks at you like you’re the one talking crazy. She drops her poor English voice and returns to sounding kind, if not a little concerned for your reaction.

“Are you alright, John? Every Asian woman knows you do. Are you playing coy because you want me to make the first move? I can do that!”

Once again, this petite woman proves to be much quicker than you as she throws her arms over your shoulders and kisses you right on the lips. Even though she was the one who initiated it, she practically melts into your body, moaning into your mouth with a powerful need.

You have to admit. If this is a dream, you don’t wanna wake up anytime soon. Your hand naturally gravitates to Yue’s back as you lean into the kiss, surprised at this turn of events, but in a very pleasant way. You don’t feel the need to let her go anytime soon, but she eventually pulls away with an adorable whine and a surprised smack of her own lips.

“Wow. You’re better than I imagined!”

Not to toot your own horn or anything, but that was a hell of a compliment for a first date. You smile giddily, but are still confused as to how this all works, so you continue to question her.

“Are you really, uhh, devoted to it like that?”

Yue seems eager to affirm, nodding her head while speaking for an entire race of people like it’s nothing.

“We all are! Once we heard you were moving to Japan, birth control prices shot up. We were waiting patiently for you to take one of us for the past week. I'm sure you can tell I'm a little worked up, ahaha.”

Your head spins at the ramifications of what that old crone had done. You seriously had all Asian women waiting for you to have sex with them at a moment’s notice. This is the very definition of insane.

Yue takes note of your nervousness and clasps your hand between hers, gazing into your eyes warmly and reassuring you that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want.

“If you want to take it slow, we can! I don’t want to rush you or make you feel uncomfortable. We’ll do whatever you want, John. I’ll spend the whole day with you, if you want.”

That offer is extremely tempting. But still, is this okay? Are you taking advantage of this new reality too quickly? Do you want to throw caution to the wind and enjoy the company of the lovely Ms. Tanaka, who suddenly seems obsessed with your cock? Or would you rather take time to sort this out on your own?