1. I Got Hired as the Breeding Duty Officer
"Candidate 477. Enter."
After hours of waiting on aching legs, my turn had finally come. Wedged into that long, snaking line like a refugee procession, waiting and waiting, I'd been drained to the last dregs. Still, I pulled myself together and stepped inside. Only by passing here could I land that dream job—the one with fat pay and next to no work.
"Pardon me."
I opened the door with all due courtesy. For a moment I worried about leaving grubby fingerprints on the expensive handle, but then I realized there was no need. Countless men had already come and gone this way.
Beyond the door lay a lavish room. It was like a temple gilded in gold.
"Candidate 477, is it?"
At the center of the room, a blonde woman asked the question from her seat—a woman whose presence crushed even the room's splendor underfoot. Her enormous breasts, and hips spread so wide they were hard to tear my eyes from, were on shameless display. The expensive dress looked ready to shred into rags under the strain.
"Yes."
I answered, chewing over my nerves, doing my best to keep my gaze from sliding down toward her chest and hips.
"Good. There—sit yourself in the chair placed before you."
The woman indicated the chair with a jerk of her chin. A single-seat armchair. It looked expensive enough that I wondered whether the likes of me should really sit on it, but I sat anyway. When you're told to do something, you do it.
The moment I obediently took my seat, the chair began to pour out light. It was so dazzling I shut my eyes for an instant, and when I opened them again, I was trapped inside a crown of blue radiance.
Shhhk.
Countless letters floated up above the crown of light. They were upside down; I couldn't read a word.
—Oh? To think your... desires run this high, and your character is excellent as well. A fitting stud...
The voice kept cutting out at intervals, too. It echoed as if from somewhere far away, like words exhaled underwater.
What kind of interview was this? But then, this was a fantasy world. A different world, so I let it slide. When people differ, their cultures differ—and here it was the world itself that differed. No wonder their way of thinking was different too.
Fortunately, the woman was smiling, and that felt like a good sign. Was I going to pass?
"Very good."
The woman smiled and crossed her arms. The crown of light vanished, and the sounds around me came back into sharp focus.
"You pass. Pack your things and move in at once."
"Thank you!"
Yes! I bowed so low I nearly prostrated myself on the spot. I did resist blurting out that grateful yet old-fashioned line—Really?!—since the high and noble despise saying anything twice.
And so, today, I became a menial laborer at a school attended only by the most exalted of young ladies.
Ionia Academy was a school for nobles.
Grounds the size of an entire town. Massive buildings. It was famous for its colossal scale, as befitted a school attended exclusively by noble young ladies.
The students were young ladies and nothing else. No men. It was true that men were scarce in this world to begin with, but even setting that aside, an all-female student body was only natural. It was a girls' school, after all.
Moreover, only young ladies who had grown fully into adulthood were admitted. It was easiest to think of it as a military academy.
"Your duties will be managing the library. The librarians will handle lending and returns; you will be in charge of cleaning and odd jobs."
One week before the semester began, I toured the academy library alongside the blonde woman who had interviewed me.
It was magnificent and splendid. A cylindrical tower in structure, reaching five stories high, and vast beyond measure—practically the size of an athletic field.
"Yes, Madam Chairwoman."
I answered politely as I walked beside her. She was, astonishingly, the Board Chairwoman. For the chairwoman herself to conduct a mere employee's interview and take such personal care over his arrangements—this, too, was surely a privilege I enjoyed for being a man.
The sex ratio between men and women was roughly seven to three. Women being the seven. And so the men who made up the three were treasured within their communities—that was the general rule of this world.
That said. People are varied, and there are always exceptions. Just as there had been for me.
"Use the floating elevator to move between floors. The stairs are emergency exits, for when the magic breaks down."
"Thank you."
"And your room is here. I've had it prepared in the corner of the fifth floor."
A door stood before our halted feet. When I opened it, I found a room far finer than any place I'd ever lived.
No dust, no cobwebs. There was even a small glass window looking out over a beautiful cityscape and open sky. Furniture, bed included, was all provided. The calm palette was lovely as well. The moment I stepped inside, my heart eased and warmed. It was cozy enough to make a perfect counseling room.
"Wow..."
"I take it you like it?"
"Very much. It's so fine I wonder if someone like me even deserves to use it."
"Of course you do. Come in."
I entered the room with the Chairwoman. It was quite spacious—and it even had its own private bathroom. This was better than the student dormitories. Those had shared bathrooms. Shared bathing facilities, too.
And that was when the good feeling began to curdle into a creeping chill.
I was a mere commoner. I understood they'd picked me for some aptitude, but this treatment was far too lavish. Of course, it was true that men were precious in this world. But not so precious as to overturn the difference in status. Excessive treatment always has a reason behind it.
"Good. Then... take off your clothes."
Though I hadn't expected the price to be this.
Best not to ask her to repeat that, right?
Earlier, the mood had been light, so asking again would have been fine. Not now. Her expression was grave, her voice weighty. It was unmistakably a come-on, and yet I couldn't refuse. The Chairwoman was a noble. And I was a commoner.
"Yes, ma'am."
So I obediently, carefully undressed. From top to bottom. Fortunately, it didn't seem her intent was to shame me by making me strip. The Chairwoman's eyes were far too serious for that.
"Just as I thought."
The Chairwoman smiled and approached slowly. Long, soft fingers brushed gently down my chest, gliding lower. Slowly, teasingly. The feeling of being surveyed was shivery and sweet at once. Every nerve in my body stood on end.
At last, fingers that had been skimming over my skin began to softly rub my lower belly.
"What a good boy. And wise, too."
The Chairwoman smiled. Being treated like a child brought no humiliation—only a pleasant shiver tickling up my spine. God, this was driving me crazy. I wanted to whine and fuss like a spoiled brat with my mouth glued to those huge tits of hers. My lower belly tingled, and blood rushed into my cock. My limp cock hardened bit by bit until it stood tall enough to ache and throb.
"Oho...♡"
The Chairwoman's eyes went round at the sight of my erection. I heard her swallow—gulp.
"I knew your desires were high enough to call your aptitude exceptional, but to think it would be to this degree...♡"
I couldn't exactly deny it. Then and now, I'd had plenty of lust despite zero experience with women.
But apparently, that was about to change.
"You didn't know?"
"The light wrapped around you at your interview, didn't it? That is a magic that reads a person's aptitude."
"Ah... so that was..."
Only now did my cheeks burn. Baring your naked body and having your insides read were two entirely different matters. It was like getting caught with my precious private folder of smut.
"Yes. It was an interview to find a man with healthy, excellent seed. Overflowing desire. And good character to boot."
"That's embarrassing."
"You may as well be proud. A shortfall in manhood or vigor can be made up for, but a man possessed of every aptitude is hard to come by. And yet..."
Swish. The Chairwoman's hand stroked my fully erect cock, soft and gentle.
"As thick as my own forearm..."
She held it lightly in her hand, feeling its weight and girth.
"Heavy in the sack as well, and long enough to reach deep into a female's belly. Take one step closer and it would brush my breasts."
With the hand gripping my cock, she slowly stroked up and down the shaft. I felt like I was going to burst. Soft, soft. The sway of her breasts, trembling on the edge of spilling free, was provocative too—made me want to grab and squeeze them hard.
"I had an idea from your file beforehand, but I hadn't imagined you'd possess manhood this monstrous and yet this magnificent. Seeing with one's own eyes truly is different."
"...Thank you."
I answered, reflexively wincing. The pleasure that hits right before release made it hard to keep my face in order. I was seriously about to blow.
"Are you in pain? Was I too rough?"
"No, ma'am. It feels so good I'm struggling to manage my expression. I'm sorry."
I shook my head at the worried Chairwoman. I wish she'd hurry up and gently rub the tip of my glans, right at the slit, and make me come.
"What a relief. If that's all it is, there's nothing to worry about."
The Chairwoman sighed, then laughed. Even as she spoke, the hand rubbing my cock never stopped.
"It seems our talk drifted for a moment. To continue where we left off—there is a separate role you are to fill."
"Mmm... and what would that be?"
"Sowing your seed in many females. Simply put, you will be the Breeding Duty Officer."
The direct, almost violent ring of it sent my urge to come surging to a boil. Breeding. Sex. Mating. Three words were all my empty head could summon. My cock, meanwhile, kept jerking all on its own. The signal that release was imminent.
"Mmm... you've reached your limit, haven't you. Very good. Come for me♡"
The Chairwoman, her hand still working my cock, pressed close against my side and whispered. I could feel it vividly—the heavy, soft weight of her breasts pressing in and deforming against me.
"Ngh...!"
And in the end, I came, hard and clean. The pent-up semen erupted from me like a fountain.
Spurt, spurt. The semen that leapt up with force soaked the Chairwoman's chest through. It was as if she'd dipped her breasts in a bath of cum and drawn them back out.
"Oooh...♡"
Fortunately, the Chairwoman only gazed at her chest with delight. Not a trace of displeasure.
Thirty seconds? A full minute? Only after a considerable time of painting her did my ejaculation finally stop. My balls felt wrung utterly hollow. I'd jerked off even after being reborn into this world, but it had never been anything like this. Was it because a female this fucking hot had been the one stimulating me?
"Magnificent. Truly."
The Chairwoman stepped back a pace. She raised her hand—soaked in sticky, pungent semen—before her lips. Then she opened her mouth wide and thrust out her tongue, licking the cum from her hand as if to show me, smiling with her eyes.
"Mmm...♡ Your seed is heavy, sticky, and so thick it stops up my nose. It's making my head swim."
She licked her hand like a dog. Chewing the semen noisily, rolling it around on her tongue. Her eyes had gone hazy, her expression melting. She looked like someone drunk on a drug.
"Are you all right?"
"Mmm... forgive me. It's the first time I've tasted seed this fine, so I got rather carried away."
The Chairwoman spoke only after licking her hand spotless. A sight that swelled my pride as a man.
"The honor is mine."
"Really? How unusual. Most men would have been embarrassed."
That was true of most men in this other world. They were what people called Egen. Of course there would be exceptions, but I'd never actually laid eyes on one. The Chairwoman probably hadn't either.
"Now dress yourself. I have confirmed both the quality of your seed and the vigor of your manhood."
"Yes, ma'am."
I picked up the clothes scattered across the floor and put them back on. They felt grimy, so I'd have to wash up and do laundry the moment the Chairwoman left.
Meanwhile, with a single wave of her hand, the Chairwoman cleaned every trace of semen from the floor. As befitted a mage of national renown.
"My excitement left my explanation wanting earlier, so allow me to tell you in more detail."
By the time her excitement had settled somewhat, the Chairwoman spoke.
"You mean the Breeding Duty Officer?"
"Yes. As you know, most imperial citizens are women. Men simply aren't born often."
I knew. That was why the structure of this world half-forced men into keeping harems.
"Yes, I'm aware."
"The nobility is no different. Since most children born to them are girls, they often bring in outside seed to continue their lines. Unions sealed through political marriage are exceedingly rare."
I knew that too. And I knew that "outside," in their parlance, meant outside their own exclusive league. So I'd have guessed there'd be no marriage alliances—yet astonishingly, there were. As circles of women who shared the same man.
"So... I'm to be that seed?"
"Yes. Relieving the desires of the young ladies soon to enter the school, and sowing your seed to plant babies within them. That is your true duty."
Simply put: a hundred to one. A situation much like that AV scenario that had long since become a meme back in my old world.
"Understood."
"I like that you show no fear. I will explain the detailed rules tomorrow, so rest for today. You must be exhausted."
"Thank you."
"Good. Until tomorrow, then."
The Chairwoman left with a smile in her eyes. That face—eyes curved in a smile as her tongue slid across her lips—was sly as a fox.