A chuckle from the loudspeaker. "I see you're already keen... well, who am I to deprive you of what you truly want. Us Japanese, as you will learn, are a hospitable sort. And isn't it amazing how intense sexual desire breaks down the barriers of prejudice?"
You admit silently to yourself, even as the familiar-looking Japanese boys file into the room and surround you, that while you maintain a residual hatred for them, your desire to be taken by them far outweighs all of that.
As if you had been doing this for years, you get down onto hands and knees, and lower your head to the floor. Without ceremony, you feel the first lubed up shaft enter you, and it is the first as many as you lose track of time in the pleasure.
The only sounds from you for the next 15 minutes are whimpers of pleasure as you are filled with cock-full after cock-full of seed all in rapid succession, and the occasional cry of "Yes!" and "Cure me!"
When finally they are finished, and your own shaft is rock hard but still without release the loudspeaker speaks once more. "And that is the first half of your treatment. And now..."