JAPAN: The Land of No Penetration
Sakura wasn’t the only thing blushing this season— So was my sacred temple, eager to greet the Gentlemen of Japan. As cherry blossoms bloomed across the land, so did the flush of pink between my thighs— Soft, swollen, hidden with sweet pollinating nectar and stirred by the thought of being savoured by refined masculine presence.
My presence in Japan was just as fleeting as the sakura bloom.
As a wanderlust, I had spent a few years travelling around the World before my erotic alter ego—the Sex Bunny™ was born late last year. With her came a new goal called the APAC Aphrodisiac Tour™— A pilgrimage to explore the taste of Asia Pacific’s 4 most exotic Gentlemen from Japan, South Korea, Hong Kong & Australia during my travels (By end 2026).
Perhaps only when these encounters have wholesomely satisfied my curiosity— Witnessing how native men dress, love, seduce, and make love, will I be ready to close the chapters of my KINDER BUENO™ life. Or perhaps… I will evolve again, craving deeper forms of pleasures I’ve yet to name.
Buried under the same old workaholic rhythm in Singapore, I felt the universe whispering a reminder in mid April 2025:
Work will never end— It’s now or never.
Go see those magical trees (Whatever’s left of them).
And truthfully, I was burnt out from my erotic exploration in Singapore. I craved a calm oasis. Something to soothe my spirit and restore my inner peace. So I bought my ticket and flew over the skies, fantasizing the encounters that awaits me…
EXPECTATIONS
Our idea of opposite gender, love and sex has always been from these sources: Television and Pornhub. My favourite anime was ‘Bleach’ & ‘Demon Slayer’— They portrayed some Japanese men as the heroes who protects the Women or are overly excited and obsessed with them:
[DEMON SLAYER] Zenitsu proposing to a random Japanese girl he just met on the street & got whacked back. 😂
In Reality Porn under staged scene, they show the lady’s titts rubbing on some men’s chest in an overcrowded train. Someone behind her would start fondling her butt and fill her inside. She had no choice but to keep silent and endure the unsolicited pleasure. Somehow, all other guys packed around her simply didn’t… notice? LOL. Maybe it’s an inherited ninja sex skills— Mastery of the silent penetration.
In Hentai, they portrayed sex as seduction between young adults. The ladies are usually the one seducing the Japanese men, willing to do anything to please him because she is in love with him. He, a shy gentlemen would first decline politely but couldn’t take it as she gets naked and provokes him. He then unleashes his true erotic nature and starts enjoying her without restraint and with passion.
REALITY
CULTURE
After arriving in Tokyo for a week, reality revealed itself piece by piece. Most of it brought my desires to their knees… Well, not the kind that gets me sucking on anything tasty though..
While walking along the Kabukicho streets, I noticed buildings plastered with faces of young gentlemen on the giant advertisement screens. The Japanese boys were even soliciting girls on the road to enter— They didn’t approach me, only the Japanese girls. They didn’t seem to have much success. Looking closely on those glowing screen, I wondered “Why are they trying to look like a cute K-pop star rather than just be themselves, rooted in the attractiveness of their own culture?”. Puzzled, I kept walking down. Along the popular street of restaurants, there were unapologetic bars advertising young girl’s company at a ridiculously affordable rates, but there wasn’t any onlooker crowd at the entrance either (I didn’t check inside).
As I walked on towards the nearest mall, me and some young Japanese girls were approached on the street by Japanese men in their 40’s despite being in crowded area. It was easy for me to decline by saying “Sorry, I don’t speak Japanese.”. But when I saw how the targeted Japanese girl reacted, it broke my heart. She was cowering— Face looked down all the way at the floor, refusing to meet his eyes, shoulders hunched in. I later realised this is their culture: Women don’t speak out— They show fear and discomfort like a prey. And they certainly ain’t whacking the Men back!
And oh, Japanese don’t speak English (Shocking!!).
DRESS CODE
While I’m out, I pay attention to how Japanese Men dress. On weekdays, I admired their well ironed formal suit attire. Something about suits adds so much depths to one’s masculinity. It’s like a historical artifact of power and discipline. I could instantly lose myself to a men wearing it…
The young boys? They don’t wear shorts. It’s always long pants with untucked tops. Casual and calm is their style. Their hair? So thick and long… flamboyant indeed. Having fringe is apparently mandatory in Japan regardless of gender. The girls always have long straight hair. Curly, wavy and otherwise is considered ‘Weird’. So now you know why they tend to look ‘The same’— The anime style. I wanted to immerse in their culture so I went to cut my fringe just like theirs. Oh boy, I end up looking so docile.. Not the rebellious seductive bunny anymore… 🥹
SEX INDUSTRY
Okay… Since they don’t speak English, we can just read each other’s body language right? After all, sex is a universal language. Yea, perhaps so but any written advertisement will be useless ain’t it?
As I researched about their sex industry, I discovered something more shocking. Paid intercourse sex is illegal in Japan! You can neither solict nor provide it. You can however: Get a blowjob, boob job, feet job and even a thigh job! Soapland is a bathhouse brothel catered for that. Gentlemen needs to pay entrance fees to the bathhouse for around SGD 100, separate fees of SGD 300-500 for Erotic Services mentioned above directly to the girls. In a nutshell, you will be paying S$400 to S$600 yet not get any sex: Some tourists end up being upset about it because they didn’t know, hahaha~
I found out that in South Korea, prostitution is legally not allowed too. A shocking regulation given their highly sought after Korean beauty. I thought to myself, how lucky Singaporeans guys are that they get to enjoy this due to ‘Grey Area’ law.
This is why beautiful snow skinned Japanese & Korean girls are flocking to Singapore to be a Sex Worker offering mid range rates (They can’t speak English)— It’s illegal in their country.
Hello Syndrome™
While my post on an international site has garnered about 50 to 100 messages over 2 weeks+, 95% were travellers and 5% were Japanese. Nothing concrete happened. Most of the travellers were from India, Turkey, a few Americans and Europeans.
Yet nearly all of them were just sending “Hi/Hello” messages with no introduction and context (Officially an universal behaviour of Gentlemen from all corners of Earth)– I call this the Hello Syndrome™ (Dibs!).
“Hello Syndrome™ (noun)
The 20th century digital era phenomenon where a Men messages with a single word greeting (“Hi”, “Hello”), expecting emotional response, attention, or intimacy without offering any real substance in his communication.”
Just like the “Hello” song by Lionel Richie. After receiving such text, I feel like asking back, with my contextual adaptation:
‘‘Hello!
Is it me you’re looking for?
I can see in your one-word-text.
But I can’t see your face.
All I ever wanted was a proper intro.
My legs are open wide,
But you just don’t know what to say,
And just don’t know what to do.
And I want to tell you so much…
I’m Annoyed At You~”
Lionel Richie Song “Hello” | Inspiration of Vicky’s invented metaphor: Hello Syndrome™
Or, they didn’t want to confirm our meet with a deposit. There was a conversation with a fine looking young Japanese Gentlemen who could speak basic English but he lived in a different province (Sapporo). He enjoyed chit chatting with me every few days. I grew bored and stopped replying. And he respected that silence eventually. By then, I stopped waiting for a booking and focused on my travels and work after 3rd week.
JAPAN HOTELS
The cost of hotels in Japan? Outrageous.
For the price of a four stars hotel in Singapore around S$150 a night, I found myself curled up in a outdated pigeon hole lit by fluorescent trauma lighting.
APA— Japan’s number one hotel chain (2 Stars).
I renamed it as Anti-Pleasure Accommodation™. If a Gentleman had actually made it to my bed, I’d have had to apologise for the ambiance. Nothing about the outdated interior whispered ‘Stay and seduce me’.
No gym. No pool.
Just a bubbling hot onsen and a parade of naked titties I wasn’t in the mood to admire. Most of them wore their natural bushes like a quiet badge of womanhood. Mine however was smooth, sculpted, and glistening. As if my Sacred Temple™ had shed its fur faster than their sakura leaves.
And yes, for the record, I can confirm:
Mine is the perkiest peach of them all.
THE RELEASE
For all nights, I was alone in my tiny hotel room. No one around to seduce, nor be consumed. I switched on the TV. Guess what first caught my attention? FREE PORN! It’s not even discreetly hidden! 🙈
Japan’s TV Porn (Censored) | Scene from a Bathhouse where a young Japanese boy is serviced by 3 ladies.
You bet I was interested!
Yet… my interest died off after about 30 mins. Here’s why:
Private Parts Are Censored
How can one watch porn without seeing the tastiest delicacies??Long Winded Video! (1hr+)
For one story, one scene, at the same spot…Polite Rape
The older generation of Japanese porn mostly revolves around girls being preyed on and clearly didn’t show any interest in wanting sex nor even enjoying it. It was more like a polite rape. Utterly disturbing for a women. Totally opposite of passionate Hentai (Created by younger generation).
Because of this, I noticed fetishes can dramatically change within generations. And yes, even their Hentai on television was censored. So I watched Hentai on Pornhub instead. And oh boy.. After watching, I recalled how much I loved Hentai since I was a teenager yet forgotten all about its existence (It was replaced by reality porn category of hardcore, ‘Boss office’ and ‘Doctor’s room’ roleplay and gang bang). Even till today I loved Hentai’s stories and am embodying it’s essence so intimately.
Hentai, is usually a scene of young girls who wants to please someone they liked. They surrender their body to that Gentlemen by stripping naked, erotically seducing him and letting him enjoy her all he wants. Then receives his cream all over or inside her, till then will they attained their happiness (Sounds familiar?). The guy usually is smitten with her but was holding back his erotic desires due to politeness and respect. When he finally released his desires on the girls… Oh my pussy! The drop of his mask replaced with his fiery passion simply took my breath away, Every, Single, Time.
I loved their gasps, moans and admission of feelings during sex. The enhanced audio and visual effects of white cream shooting out in high quantity. It’s just impossible not to love it as a Women… And yes, the guys are young and cute or handsome, so why not?
As I watched it, I took out my magic wand— The Vibrating Black Bunny Dildo. I guided the Black Bunny deeper into the depths of my Sacred Temple™. Its trembling ears sandwiched my most sensitive altar. Within 60 seconds, the pleasure of my clitoris oragasm crescendoed into a cosmic pulse. My Sex Bunny’s moan crossed borders… Within 24 hours, 3 of my recent lovers in Singapore texted me out of the blue.
A MISSED ENCOUNTER IN NARA TRAIN STATION
One day, among the train platform in NARA, a town famous for wandering deers, I found something else just as gentle: 2 young cute Japanese gentlemen, close to my age around mid twenties to maybe early 30’s. I approached the cuter one and brought out my smartphone, reading from my Google Translator, I asked in Japanese “Excuse me, is this the right train to location X?”. While I was struggling to pronounce and finish the sentence, He smiled and whispered something to his friend then they giggled like children. He turned towards me and spoke in perfect ENGLISH!
How is it that people in capital city of Tokyo can’t speak English and yet in Nara they can??
Amused, I looked up at and smiled shyly back. We entered the same train, standing next to each other. While the train moved along, I enjoyed looking at the outdoor scenery. Occasionally glancing at him and his friend. They were chatting softly in Japanese. Silence is the atmosphere of Japan’s train. Politeness is the default behaviour. Unfortunately, he got off first but before he did that, he came towards me, close to my cheeks and told me me in English “You should alight at the next stop.”. His eyes, glowing in respectfulness was suddenly so alluring…. I thanked him.
I’ve always had a soft spot for thoughtful guys with an audacious loving heart. Some guys thinks that by being rude and crude, they become attractive to us— the truth is profoundly opposite.
As he left with his guitar on his back… I savoured every last moment looking at him. Despite being a Sex Bunny. I was shy and powerless in public seduction…
I wish he had invited me to his house. We could have a meal together and we’ll head to his bedroom to know one another. We could tease and play.. and accidentally lay on each other. I’ll do whatever he wants that frees his soul. I’ll willingly take his coconut cream in my mouth as a dessert over the snow white mochi. I wouldn’t mind pleasuring his friend too if he commands me to…
Every hentai scene flashed across my mind..
That’s how I want to be close with him.
THE DEPARTURE
I remembered seeing young Japanese couples keeping their hands to themselves while dating in the lounge, even when they are on hotel staycation. They don’t even kiss and barely touched each other’s hands or thighs. I don’t understand how they can live with such kind of distanced bonding. Or maybe they are cultivating love before lust.
In the end, I left Japan with nothing but their docile fringe, a pussy swollen from soaking in their 40 degrees hot onsen baths, a heart that sank with disappointment and pent up desires. Regulations and culture can be such an unexpected pussy blocker. Yet their reverence towards women had always made me feel at peace.
Japan was struck off the list— Not with pleasure, but with politeness.