Title: White Man Won't stop thinking Vietnamese are savages
Tags: Dubcon, barbarian, detailed, beautiful, noncon, rape, racism, colonialism
Genre: Erotica
Author: Marcel Proust
Style: florid, visceral prose that descriptively engages all senses of taste, smell, touch, sound, and sight.
As Li Hong later discovers, upon asking if he would teach English to offset the expense of rooming him in her apartment, the white man gives her a million dollars. She will never have work again in her life with the exchange rate. With the funds, she buys a new house, and experiments with what her life without concern for money would look like. Naturally, she brings the white man as well. She acts more and more uncivilized, as, strangely, acting according to how this white man thinks she, "the savage", would act brings her unmatched sexual pleasure atop his cock. Her primitive pussy seems to love being conquered the more she plays into being savage. In the new home, she begins wearing only a loincloth and painting her body exotic colors around him. Her pussy gets progressively weaker against his racial stereotyping, his calling her a savage, a barbarian.
As she begins to act and dress more savage, their sex becomes more rough and violent. She tries to fight him off as they fuck, scratching, punching and kicking at him, screaming and growling animalistically as she is rutted. He, in turn, slams his manhood into her more violently, holds her down, and chokes her. Though their sex becomes half fighting, it feels even better than it did before. Being overpowered and conquered while she reverts to her basest instincts is otherworldly.
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Li Hong is a typical urban Vietnamese woman. During daytime, she's a waitress at a local restaurant, and at night takes some classes on programming. Although her current employment is unimpressive, she wants to move up in the world. One day, while out on her morning jog, she came by a white guy utterly awestruck by everything he saw. "To think! Such uncivilized beings are capable of such advanced civilization!" The problem, and possibly the benefit, of him is that his mind seems stuck 200 years in the past. She stops and sarcastically remarks, "Yeah. It's called a city. You seen one before?" He adds, "You speak English?!" She laughs, "Most of the youth are fluent. Haven't you noticed the English adverts?" He looks at her. "I thought those were for white men." She complains, "Man, you're kinda racist." He responds, "Well, I'm just surprised, you know? It's so weird to see Vietnamese acting like this. Do you mind taking me on a tour of your daily routine?" She considered. He was at least very entertaining. "Sure. Did you know the 'uncivilized Vietnamese' have a subway system?" He earnestly stated, "Wow!"
After an entire day of the man's incredible ability to never have his expectations of her race rise to anything above mud huts, he requests, "Do you mind inviting me to your residence so I can observe how you live privately? There's great anthropological value in it." She thought it probably wasn't wise, but life is more fun with risks. "Sure. I bet you'll be blown away by this, but I live in an apartment." He looked at her with those curious eyes again. When they entered, he inspected the place while muttering, even inspecting the contents of the trash cans, much to her chagrin. "That stays in the trash! It stinks!" He agrees. He asks, "So what are the mating rituals of your kind?" She finds this really funny. "Uh... We go on a date, and see what happens?" He looked skeptical.
She sighs, and rips down her underclothes, and moves her head to the floor, splaying her genitals in his face. "Is this what you think we do?" He responds, "I mean, that is what you're doing." As she tried to come up with a response, she heard pants come off, and felt a cock against her innermost. "I wasn't-" He interrupts, "I will accept your barbaric request for mating." He plunges into her. She complains, "I'm not a savage!" He argued, "But when I call you a savage, your pussy twitches. See?" She laments, "What even is that supposed to prove?!". "That you are a primitive girl who loves being conquered." She complains, "It's because it... might turn me on! Not because I'm a barbarian." He responds, "If you feel the need to rationalize it, that's okay. I accept who you are." He spoke as calmly as ever, while slowly sinking his cock deeper into her.