The Discipline Department's Inheritance Plan
“…….. It’s really true…”
“It’s real? Why? Don’t tell me you got hit with some weird curse? Like the one that suddenly made you shorter and cuter? Is that it?”
“…Y-yes… Something like that…”
“Ha, fuck. I thought you got cursed with shota syndrome and turned into an adorable little bitch, but you picked up some other curse too? You fucking idiot. When you have a son who looks just like you, we’ll turn him into a cumrag too and fuck him senseless…!”
“…Kgh. Please stop choking meee… It’s not something I can control…”
From the perspective of the Discipline Department women, this was like a bolt from the blue. In the hitomi-style manga from my original world, there were plenty of stories where toilet sex slaves gave birth to daughters who were then passed down as the next generation of cumrags to be fucked. But I was essentially a male version of those toilet sex slave cumrags—except I could only give birth to sons. For the men in those stories who wanted to fuck the daughters born from toilet sex slaves, my situation would be incredibly disappointing. In this gender-reversed world, it was the opposite: I was in the same position as those sex slaves because I could only produce girls—no, wait, only boys.
“…Hmm. You can only give birth to girls…? Is there even a curse like that?”
“Well, there are still plenty of undiscovered curses out there. It’s plausible, isn’t it?”
“…Hmm. Only able to give birth to girls, huh… Depending on the situation, this could actually make money…”
“Huh? Why would that be? He’s a sex slave, completely useless… He should just keep pumping out boys who look like him so we can turn them into reserve sex slaves…”
“No, no. Don’t just think about our own circumstances… There are still quite a few conservative families these days who can’t continue their bloodline because they can’t have daughters. Families like that… wouldn’t they absolutely love a guy like him? We could lend him out as a breeding stud to families cursed with three generations of only daughters, five generations of only daughters, noble houses, or chaebol clans, and get paid for it… In my opinion, he’s actually a pretty decent asset?”
“Oh… Ooh… As expected of our senior. To think of something like that… You’re amazing.”
Assuming my words were true, the Discipline Department began plotting to sell me off to prestigious families, noble houses, or chaebol clans in this gender-reversed world—places that desperately needed daughters to continue their lines. The plan was to prostitute me out so I could earn money, which they would then use for department dinner parties or as a slush fund.
…These cruel bitches… They have no intention of ever letting me go, not even when I grow old and become useless… And if I could have had sons, they would have turned my sons into the next generation of toilet sex slave cumrags too…
Yet strangely, the more I thought of them as these reckless, vicious women, the harder my cock got and the more precum seemed to drip from it.
Why is this happening? Could it be that I… am gradually being trained? Me?
No. This had to be because my mental strength stat had dropped. Probably.
“Slave♡ But why are you making that face like a corrupted male bitch when we talk about selling you as a breeding stud to rich families or nobles who need daughters♡ Just look at your face♡”
“…Huh? …N-no. …Th-this. …This isn’t because of that…”
“Kuhuhu♡ You fucking toilet cumrag masochist bitch♡ The second we say we’ll force you into prostitution, you get that horny male-dog look on your face♡ What? And after all that, you’re still gonna claim you don’t like being forced? You really were born to be a public-use toilet sex slave cumrag, weren’t you?”
As I listened to the Discipline Department women, I strongly denied it to myself. It was a form of mental victory, a self-rationalization process.
…Th-this. …It’s just… Yeah. …It’s just because I get to have sex with other women. That’s why I got excited. Right. That’s it.
After all, I was someone who liked having sex with women. I just hated the violence that came with it; the sex itself was enjoyable. So the erection and the flowing precum could all be explained away.
…Phew, thank goodness. …I haven’t been trained to the point where my mind is broken yet. …It can’t be. …Probably. No, definitely. It can’t be…
The Discipline Department wrapped up their casual chatter and began fucking me in earnest for their gangbang video shoot. Since my cock was already standing proudly at attention, they forced me down onto the classroom floor and took turns riding me in cowgirl position.
“Ahk♥ Euhk♥ Ahht♥ P-pussy feels so good♥♥ Kuuht♥ When mana goes into my pussy♥ I turn into an idiot♥ Heuuung♥♥”
“This bastard seems even more trained than before after just one day♡ Did Senior An Seoyeon fuck him that thoroughly?”
“Probably, right? Or maybe he got fucked somewhere else too♡”
“Now that I think about it, maybe he got kidnapped by some delinquent circle and got railed before coming here?”
“Kuhuhu, no way.”
The pink, beautiful pussy of some nameless Discipline Department member swallowed my cock and used mana to send pleasure far beyond normal limits.
“I overheard them talking outside the Discipline Department room earlier. Apparently An Seoyeon’s little sister fucked him over a dozen more times today.”
“Really? Then should we each fuck him at least a dozen times too?”
“Kuhuhu♡ If we do that, this cumrag might actually die? Hey♡ Cumrag♡ What are you doing? Lick it♡”
Another Discipline Department woman had stripped off her panties and shoved her pussy right up against my face. From between her thighs came the rich, concentrated female scent mixed with the lewd aroma of her cunt. Since this was a world from an erotic game, her juices carried a sweet fruit fragrance, and an unknown fruity scent wafted pleasantly from her as well. Her pussy twitched with arousal, dripping nectar, as she ordered me to service her. Then she lowered her hips, pressing her cunt firmly against my nose and mouth, forcing me to lick desperately.
Her pussy was neatly groomed—probably had pubic hair before but was now trimmed clean—showing off perfectly unblemished, beautiful labia. Even though they were part of the Discipline Department and must have had insane amounts of experience, because they were hunters who could wield mana, every single one of their pussies was not only free of discoloration but downright gorgeous. If I could take photos and upload them to the internet in my original world, they would all be celebrated as pussies of the year. Their inner walls, thanks to their mana abilities, were both soft and powerfully gripping. They leaked fragrant, clear nectar that smelled of fruit, had plenty of wetness, and excellent tightness. Honestly, if it weren’t for all the beating, torment, and coercion, this place would feel like heaven.
“Euhht♥ P-pussy so gooood♥ Lick my pussy mooreee…♥ Chuurup♥ Chyarup♥ Jjorurup♥ Chuurup chuurup♥ Chup chup♥ Warararara♥ Chyorup chyorup♥ Chyooook♥ Jjyooouup♥♥”
“Ahup♡ This cumrag bitch♡ His cunnilingus skills get better every day♡♡ Kuht♡ A vacuum blowjob♡ Ahht♡ C-cumming…♡”
Gush, gush, gush, splurt.
The sheer volume of her squirt forced me to open my mouth wide and swallow as much as possible. If I didn’t, they’d say I hadn’t been trained properly and beat me again. There was so much that I couldn’t swallow it all; some of it flooded into my nose, flowed back out like snot, and dripped down. Bubbles of her juices formed at my nostrils and popped. The woman filming with the camera gave me a thumbs-up. Must have been a really good shot. I didn’t feel much about it, though.
“Ah, fuck♡ So fucking hot♡ I can’t hold back anymore♡”
But the Discipline Department members watching the scene clearly felt differently. The women who had been fingering their pussies while staring at me all rushed toward me at once. The most senior one took the place of the woman who had just orgasmed, claiming my face, while the others in line each grabbed one of my hands or feet. The women who lost out in the scramble had no choice but to go back to masturbating with disappointed expressions. The tips of my hands and feet were guided by their hands and reduced to mere tools for their masturbation.
“Shove your fingers in my pussy♡ If you stop, you’re dead♡”
“Move your feet too♡ While you’re at it, you should learn footjob techniques too♡”
The position I was currently in was said to be the model posture for a man being gangbanged. In my original world, when a woman had sex with multiple men, the standard was pussy, ass, mouth, and two hands on cocks—for a total of five guys. The woman would ride one cock, another would fuck her ass from behind, one in her mouth, and one in each hand. Anyone who had seen gangbang manga, erotic anime, or AV would recognize the pose immediately.
But in this gender-reversed world, a man being gangbanged had to service one cock, one mouth on a pussy, two pussies on his hands, and two pussies on his feet—for a total of six women. Obviously, this wasn’t a position taken for the man’s pleasure. Just like in the hitomi manga from my original world, where a woman being gangbanged would be punished if she let her hands rest, I couldn’t let my hands or feet stop moving either. If I did, they’d say I wasn’t serving properly and beat me. The footjob technique was different too because of the gender reversal. If it had been a woman, she would have used both legs to stroke a cock, but here, since one foot was enough for a proper footjob, I had to service one woman per foot.
“Hek♥ I-it’s haaard…♥ While licking pussy…♥ Moving both hands and both feet…♥ Heut♥ It’s too haaard…♥”
“You fucking bastard♡ Your left arm stopped moving♡ Move it right now? Want to get your stomach punched again?”
“Hiiik… I-I’ll move it… Ahht♥ Heek♥”