The Venus Guild

Maria was already drawing stares wherever she went, but now it had grown far more intense. In the park and on the subway alike, eyes from men and women would lock first onto her breasts before sliding up to her face and figure. To be fair, her chest had become excessively large. Maria used to favor clothes that cinched at the waist or incorporated belts to handle her proportions, yet the outfit she wore now had a hem that rode noticeably short.

So many eyes on me… it’s embarrassing. Are you all right, Maria?

I’m fine. It’s easier if I tell myself they’re all looking with envy.

But that woman is glaring, isn’t she?

Look at her own chest. That’s why she’s staring like that—she’s jealous.

The woman who had been glaring at Maria’s breasts on the subway quickly turned her head when she realized she had been noticed. It felt less like envy and more like outright hatred.

When Maria stepped off at the entertainment district and returned to the shelter, the place was quiet; business hours had not yet begun. The moment she reached her room she headed straight for the bathroom again.

Washing again already?

“The underground city left a dirty feeling on my skin. It’s unpleasant.”

The sensation really was awful.

While dropping her clothes into the laundry basket, Maria turned her top this way and that before speaking.

“I’ll have to get all these altered. They’re tight across the chest and the hem has shortened. And somehow it feels like I’ve gained weight everywhere…”

If that fluid helped enlarge your breasts, it might have added fat across your whole body.

“Seems that way. Look—my abs have faded.”

In the mirror, beneath the firm, uplifted breasts that refused to sag, Maria’s once-sharp abdominal muscles had softened. Whoa, I really have gotten softer. I’ll need to exercise more.

While touching her backside, Maria continued, “My hips have grown too. Elisha, I’ll have to devote more time to working out.”

You should.

After scrubbing her smooth skin until it tingled, Maria canceled her earlier clothing purchases and reordered everything in new sizes. Wearing nothing but the latex suit, she lay on the bed and sent a message to Isabel about the underground city.

“Isabel says to stop by. She wants to run a detailed scan to check for any danger.”

Wait—won’t that reveal your current condition?

“It’s fine. Visually there’s almost no difference from before.”

I see.

Still lying in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bed and browsing the net, Maria spoke again.

“Elisha, you said you’d let me play that game last time, right?”

Yes.

“There’s nothing urgent right now. Shall we try it?”

I’d love to.

The game Maria connected to was called The Magic—a surprisingly simple title.

“It’s the hottest online game at the moment. You fight monsters ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠using magic.”

What is magic?

“They say you can conjure fireballs from your bare hands, shoot lightning, summon zombies, command ghosts—that sort of thing.”

How fascinating.

Fireballs from empty hands sounded impossible, yet strangely cool. The moment I logged in, classical-style buildings filled my vision. After creating an ID with basic personal data, my consciousness slipped fully into the game.

“Wow… this is incredible. So this is the virtual-reality game everyone talks about?”

I turned toward the voice and found a beautiful woman with long, pointed ears. Her robe clung to every curve of her body as she continued in a calm tone.

“Please create the avatar you will inhabit within the game world.”

At her words a white human model appeared before me. When I looked down, it matched the current state of my body exactly. It has no eyes, nose, or mouth—how am I seeing this? On the right side of the model were several choices: Default Male, Default Female, Random Generation, Apply User Information.

So it wasn’t fully customizable. Still, could I choose a male avatar?

“Can I use a male avatar?”

“It is possible.”

Curious, I selected it. The result was an utterly average man—neither handsome nor ugly. Since customization was locked, I doubted many would pick it. The default female was equally plain, and random generation produced something hideous, so I simply chose Apply User Information.

“Scanning information. Please wait a moment.”

After the guide voice, Maria’s figure soon materialized in the game. The tattoos and piercings are gone. Her eyes aren’t lifeless anymore—they’re normal, vivid blue.

“Yes.”

“Enjoy your journey.”

As the woman bowed, the world went black and I felt myself being pulled somewhere. When the sensation ended and light returned, a medieval landscape straight out of a film spread before me.

Whoa. It feels completely real.

People in robes and leather armor milled about a crowded plaza, every one of them looking like actual humans. Were they all players?

When I looked down, I saw Maria’s ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠body dressed in a simple white cotton t-shirt and pants. The avatar fidelity was astonishing—it felt exactly like her real form. Even the enlarged breasts from today had been perfectly replicated.

“Excuse me.”

“Yes?”

A young man in well-fitted metal armor stood beside me. His gaze had settled firmly on my chest. The tight shirt left my midriff visible, so I could understand why, even if it felt awkward.

“You just started, right? Is that your real appearance?”

“Yes… it is.”

“Hup—”

He suddenly covered his mouth and bent forward, muttering “jackpot” under his breath before straightening.

“Ahem. I’m Enus, from the Venus Guild. We’re recruiting new players.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Our guild’s newcomer support package includes basic equipment and—”

Enus rattled off a long list of benefits. A guild was basically a player club, right?

While he spoke, I noticed many others watching us, their eyes filled with regret. They were probably scouts from rival guilds.

“…We never force sexual relations, and free consensual encounters are part of our motto…”

At least they had the manners to watch without interrupting. Oh, that pet is adorable. And was that an ogre walking past? How was a monster inside the village? It seemed to be wearing some kind of collar.

“Um, are you listening?”

“Yes, I’m listening.”

I answered with a polite business smile. The man’s face flushed. Maria’s beauty really is striking.

“We guarantee a safer and more enjoyable experience than other guilds. Would you like to join?”

I had only half-listened, but since it was only a game I decided to join based on their enthusiasm.

“I’ll join.”

“Yes! Ahem—thank you! Thank you so much! I promise you won’t regret it!”

He jumped with a cheer, then grabbed my hand and shook it vigorously, repeating his thanks. Is he this happy over a single new recruit? This guild must not be very popular.

As I followed him toward the guild building, I caught fragments of conversation from the crowd behind us.

“Damn, a top-tier beauty finally appears and Venus swoops in…”

“That figure is insane.”

“Anyone who approaches will get mobbed by those Venus guys.”

“Still, if it’s Venus…”

The whispering scouts immediately turned their attention to newer arrivals behind me. From what I overheard, the Venus Guild was not weak at all.

The building Enus led me to looked suspiciously like one of Eden’s brothels. Why does a guild hall resemble a brothel?

“Our guild master owns the building. Don’t worry—we won’t make you do anything like that.”

“I… see.”

Inside was a tavern where bunny-eared girls in revealing outfits served drinks. Did I choose the wrong guild? I wanted to hunt monsters, not work in another bar.

“Hey, it’s Enus! Whoa! A newbie? Is that a newbie?!”

A bald man receiving service from one of the bunny girls spotted us and let out an excited roar. He tried to approach but Enus blocked him.

“Sir, you’re frightening her. She hasn’t even officially joined yet—what if she leaves?”

“Ahem… I saw such an outstanding beauty that I lost control for a moment…”

The bald man bowed apologetically and returned to his seat.

“Is this guild really all right?”

“Ah, that uncle is just… like that. The rest of the members are normal, so don’t worry.”

Receiving friendly glances from the passing bunny girls, we climbed the stairs to an ornate door. Enus knocked.

“Guild Master, I’ve brought a prospective member.”

“Enter.”

A lovely voice answered. Enus opened the door carefully and I followed him inside. On a large canopy bed lay a beautiful woman flanked by two men.

“You two, leave us.”

She patted their buttocks and the nearly-naked men obediently exited. The atmosphere here feels… strange.

“I am Venus, master of the Venus Guild. You wish to join?”

“This person told me to come in…”

“Haha! That doesn’t matter! What matters is that you join our guild!”

Venus’s expression turned icy.

“Didn’t I clearly state I would only accept those who join of their own free will?”

“Guild Master! Please consider the male members’ circumstances!”

Enus dropped to his knees, pressing his forehead to the floor as he cried out.

“There are far too few female guild members!”

“Obviously. Inside the game, prosti—”

“Aaaah! Don’t say that word!”

The sentence had been cut off, but I caught enough. So the brothel-like exterior really was a brothel.

“Quiet. What are you so proud of? Yes, the game lets people release desires they can’t in reality, but how many are willing to work as prostitutes?”

“Women like you are too rare, Guild Master. Couldn’t we have her focus on monster hunting with the others—”

“Guild ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rules state that women must work as prostitutes. At minimum they must meet their quota. You know our guild’s primary business is the brothel.”

“I came here because the game allows free sexual encounters, but customization is locked so beauties are rare. I want to be with beautiful women, not ugly ones. I didn’t start playing to sleep with unattractive avatars.”

“Then go play a sex-only game!”

“Those are all avatars too! I want real beauties!”

Listening to them, I realized they were not from Eden. In Eden, the entertainment district overflowed with beauties; anyone with money could sleep with one.

“Our members are desperate for beautiful women! We finally found one—how can you make her work as a prostitute and lose her?”

“You hopeless fools. No. For the sake of fairness with our other female members, I cannot accept anyone who refuses to work as a prostitute.”

“Kuuugh!”

Enus shed genuine tears of despair.

Elisha, how is the game?

Oh, Maria? I’m inside the game but we can still talk?

We share one body. It would be strange if we couldn’t.

I suppose that’s true…

Come back soon. You have work to do.

Understood.

Even while exchanging thoughts with Maria, the heated debate between Enus and the guild master continued. I don’t have much time. I should just join and log out.

“The most important thing is the person’s own wishes, isn’t it? Pressuring me won’t change that.”

“Just let her skip the prostitute work. Then it’ll be like a normal guild—”

“I said no.”

“Does the prostitute work only require meeting a quota?”

Both heads snapped toward me. Their widened eyes were so comical I nearly laughed.

“Uh… yes. Meet the quota and I won’t interfere whether you fulfill it or not.”

“Then I’ll join. I’m short on time, so please hurry.”

“Huh? Really? You’ll actually work as a prostitute?”

“Yes. It’s only a game, after all.”

“Aaaah! Success! A real beauty!”

While Enus celebrated wildly, the guild master smiled wearily.

“Good grief, I worried over nothing. You must have plenty of real-world experience if you can agree to prostitute work so casually.”

“I’m still a virgin, actually.”

“What?”

“What?!”

Since I had only ever given handjobs, I was still a virgin. Both of them stared in shock. Their eyes looked ready to pop out.

“A virgin! A real virgin! Ugh!”

“Shut up for a second. Honestly, men lose their minds the moment they hear the word virgin.”

After the guild master’s slap turned Enus’s head sideways, he finally fell silent. Even in a game, that looked painful enough to kill someone.

“So this is the legendary virgin bitch. Youth really is wonderful. If you accept the conditions, fine. Just press the approval button on the guild invitation.”

I pressed the glowing approval button. A clear chime rang out, the message appeared, and then both vanished.

“You are now a member of the Venus Guild. Within two weeks you must serve at least five customers as a prostitute. Aside from that you’re free to hunt monsters as you like.”

“Thank you. I’ll be going now—I have work waiting.”

“All right. See you later.”

I pressed the logout button in the upper right. My vision faded to black and my consciousness returned to Maria’s body. The sensation reminded me of shifting awareness into an ovary.

You’re back?

Yes. I only joined the guild and came straight out.

Maria was already trying on the bartender uniform. Because it hadn’t been altered yet, the fabric stretched tightly across her chest, looking painfully constricting.

“Ugh, it feels like the seams are about to rip.”

Should we get the alterations done first? It would be disastrous if it burst during work.

After struggling for a while, Maria gave up and removed the uniform. She folded it neatly into her bag, sighed, and said,

“This won’t work. Let’s go have the clothes altered before starting my shift.”

I know a place. The unmanned clothing store will do.

The store where I had bought the latex suit was still empty of customers. I wondered how it stayed in business. Maria undressed completely inside the changing room, placed the garments to be altered in the receptacle, and stepped into the scanning area.

As before, blue light swept over her entire body and a holographic model appeared on the screen.

“My god, your bust has increased by seven inches.”

No wonder it felt so much larger.

“Upper bust measurement is now forty-six inches.”

Your waist and hip measurements have increased as well.

“They’ve grown so much it’s hard to adjust.”

The scanned image showed Maria’s body had gained weight overall. Her breasts in particular had become massively heavy, almost intimidating at first glance.

Maria lifted them with both hands.

“They’re this heavy yet they don’t sag at all and still feel elastic. Is it the slime’s influence?”

Looks like the alterations are finished.

Since she only had a few original outfits and the bartender uniform, the process was quick. When Maria put on the newly altered uniform, it fit her new proportions perfectly. Dressed and ready, she returned to the shelter and began her shift.