JAPAN: The Land of No Penetration
Dear Diary,
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.
A curious girl enchanted by wanderlust, I 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 erotic goal called the APAC Aphrodisiac Tour™— A pilgrimage to explore the taste of Pacific’s 4 most exotic Gentlemen from Japan, South Korea, Hong Kong & Australia (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 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 might await me… in a land where restraint hides desire behind every bow.
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 the overcrowded train. And someone behind her would start fondling her butt and start filling 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 them without restraint but with passion.
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 the 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. 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!!).
REALITY
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 acclaimed Korean beauty. I thought to myself, how lucky Singaporeans guys are that they get to enjoy this due to ‘Grey Area’ law. And this is why beautiful snow skinned Japanese & Korean girls are flocking to Singapore to be a Sex Worker offering mid range rates— It’s legal here.
Back to me. 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.
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 luxurious 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 shaved Sacred Temple™ had shed its fur faster than their cherry trees.
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! 🙈
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 the tastiest delicacies??)Super long winded video! (1hr+)
For one story, one scene, at the same spot…..She doesn’t want it.
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. Totally opposite of passionate Hentai (Probably created by younger generation).
Because of this, I noticed fetishes can dramatically change within generations. And yes, even the Hentai on television was censored. So I watched Hentai on Pornhub instead. And oh boy.. After watching, I remember that I loved Hentai since I was a teenager yet forgotten about it’s existence. Even till today I loved the scene and embodies 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 while receiving his cream all over or inside them, 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! 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 visuals of white cream splashing out in high quantity. It’s 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 traced 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.
A MISSED ENCOUNTER IN NARA TRAIN
While I’m out, I was paying attention to how Japanese Men dress. On weekdays, you can witness their well ironed formal attire with a suit on. That additional piece adds so much depth to Manhood like a historical artifact of powerful. I lose myself to such roleplays…
The young gentlemen? They don’t wear shorts. It’s always long pants with untucked tops. Casual and calm is their style. Their hair? So thick, long and fringe apparently is a thing in Japan regardless of gender. The girls always have long straight hair. Curly, wavy and otherwise is considered ‘Weird’. So now you know they tend to look ‘The same’— The anime style. I got bored and went to cut my fringe just like theirs. And oh boy, I end up looking so docile.. Not the rebellious seductive bunny anymore… 🥹
One day, among the train platform in Nara where it’s famous for deers. I found something else just as gentle… 2 young cute Japanese gentlemen, close to my age. I approached the cuter one and brought out my iPhone, read from my Google Translator, asking in Japanese “Excuse me, is this the right train to location X?”. While I was struggling to finish the sentence, He smiled and whispered something to his friend then giggled like children. Then he spoke in perfect ENGLISH! How is it that people in 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 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 in the next stop.”. His eyes, glowing in respectfulness was suddenly so alluring…. I thanked him. I’ve always had a soft spot for loving guys.
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 mine 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.
But I remembered seeing young Japanese couples keeping their hands to themselves while dating in the lounge, even when they are staycationing in the Hotel. They don’t even kiss and barely touched each other’s hands or thighs. That’s not what I thought I’ll find in Japan and perhaps it’s not meant for me.
In the end, I left Japan with nothing but their docile fringe, a pussy swollen from soaking in their 40 degrees hot onsen spring bath, disappointment and pent up sexual energy. Regulations and culture can be such a timely pussy blocker.
Japan was struck off the list— Not with pleasure, but with politeness.