Instilling Male Supremacy in Weak Men — The Truth of This World
"Aughhh... my head is killing me. I feel like I'm gonna die. If I'd known it was going to hurt this much, I would've at least hesitated. I should've at least steeled myself first."
Anyway, thanks to that ordeal, I'd succeeded in scrapping every last one of those useless spells and packing the slots with magic I could actually use.
A spell that instantly scrubbed a mouth-pussy clean after sucking cock, for men who found kissing afterward unpleasant. A spell that locked a pussy's climax until the man she was sleeping with gave permission. A spell that rewrote someone's perception and showed them illusions. And so on.
At this stage they were practical enough, but I didn't have anything in my hands mysterious enough to proudly call real magic. But so what? The difference between having these spells and not having them was bigger than you'd think.
Well, not all of them were purely practical. I'd ended up learning a few that made me wonder whether they were even necessary at all. When I told Master Luxria they felt like a waste of slots and asked her to erase them, she shut me down without a second thought.
"Don't be ridiculous! You have no idea how useful the magic you've learned actually is! Give it some time. You'll find it incredibly handy!"
So stingy. Though that side of her was cute, too.
"More importantly, I need to take some time and think through what this world actually looks like."
Erasing spells was something I could do whenever I wanted. This couldn't wait. If I failed to grasp the true shape of this world, every single thing I did from here on out would be a wasted step. That, I had to prevent.
"I'll go back to my room and think it through calmly."
That was what I was thinking as I walked — and then someone bestowed Sexual Alms upon my ass.
"Hnghhh!!!! Nngh, aahh!! Hgyaaaahn♥"
A hand seized my plump backside with absolute, unhesitating force. The instant those fingers sank into the flesh of my ass, I already knew exactly who had granted me this charity.
"M-Manager?"
"Huh? Ooh, that's something. How'd you know it was me?"
That distinctively fierce face of his turned toward my profile, eyes glittering with interest. I answered at once.
"Yes! I've received Sexual Alms from several men today, but yours were on a completely different level! The moment your fingers touched my body, my pussy surrendered this desperately — I knew there was no one else it could be!"
"Whoa, not bad. You've got talent, just like I thought when I first took notice of you."
The Manager stroked my head the way you'd pet a dog or a cat. And at that touch, I—
"Fwaaaaahh♥"
—let out a cry and came on my feet, a sweet climax washing through me. It was different from a true climax, and a little different from an ordinary orgasm too: a soft, honeyed wave that swept through a woman's body.
A woman's body was a mysterious thing. Even climax came in so many rich, varied flavors.
"Nngheeeh, heh, heheh, squeezing my ass like that feeels so gooood♥"
"In a single day, you've already got the perfect whore's face on."
"Aahn, thank you for the compliment♥ D-did you perhaps intend to use my pussy as an onahole? If so, I'll give it everything I've got! I'll devote myself completely to serving you with my pussy! Just leave it to me!"
Unavoidable or not, I'd passed out last time without even lasting through to the end, despite him going to the trouble of using my pussy. I wanted that disgrace off my record.
Investigating the nature of this world? That can wait!
"This pussy, huh? It's a pretty tempting option, I'll give you that, but I'll pass for now. You'd just pass out before we got anywhere, and then we couldn't have our talk. Come sit over there. Let's chat at our leisure."
So he wasn't going to use my pussy after all. A shame.
But thankfully, the Manager did give me permission to suck his cock while we talked.
"I'd feel a little bad stealing the jerk-off time you were about to go home and enjoy, so I'll let you rub one out while you suck my dick. Orgasms thrown in as a bonus."
What a generous man! This was why he could run an entire organization as its... wait. Was the Manager actually the one in charge? I didn't have a clear picture of the org chart, so it was hard to say.
At any rate, I understood this much: if you wanted to hold a position of any real importance, you needed a vessel at least this wide.
"Then if you'll excuse me. Haaahn♥ I-it reeks so baaad♥"
It wasn't just the smell of cock clinging to him. The saliva of some woman I didn't know, the scent of pussy juice, the smell of sweat — all of it had mixed together at the Manager's groin into something truly filthy. And that very stench made my pussy throb like mad.
I wanna drink it♥
"I was about to warn you it might be a little dirty, since I just used Cornelia's pussy... but you're already sucking away like it's delicious. Talent, like I said."
"Slurp♥ Slurp♥ Hehaah, I can taste another woman's pussy and spit. But even that tastes amazing♥"
I supposed if the base flavor was good enough, it didn't matter what toppings got sprinkled on top.
Last time he'd used my mouth-pussy, his cock had invaded all the way down my throat and churned so violently I hadn't been able to savor the taste in peace. Today, I decided, I would take my time getting properly acquainted with the Manager's cock.
I poked out just my tongue and licked him over with painstaking care, the way you'd lick an ice cream cone. An ice cream that would never melt away — it didn't get better than this!
The truth was my pussy had already gone into heat and started climaxing on its own, and on top of that I could grind my own fingers against my crotch and torment it even harder. How could anything be this luxurious!
"Right, then. Listen while you suck. Let's see, where should I start? Astera. Don't you feel like something's off about this world?"
The question hit me like a lightning bolt. It was as if he'd reached straight into my skull and plucked the thought out.
This was unmistakably the prelude to a conversation that would become the key to understanding this world. I had to focus — really focus — and listen.
"Yesh♡ The truth is, all day today — sluuurp♥♥♥ — I've been thinking something felt off, huaaah♥♥. Ah, cock smells so good. My pussy's cumming!! I-I can't say exactly what, ah! Precum dripped off!! Aahh, what a waaaste!!"
I needed to concentrate... but with a cock swaying right in front of my eyes, there was no way I was going to manage it.
For a pussy-girl, how could anything possibly take priority over a cock? The result was only natural.
Ah. I came again just thinking that♥
"Ohh, is that so? Then why don't you try telling me exactly which parts felt off."
"Eeh, slurp, it's a long story..."
Honestly, the fact that I had to take my mouth off his cock for the length of the explanation was almost too tragic to bear — but I could hardly refuse an order from the Manager. I swallowed a mouthful of drool and laid out, one by one, every element that had struck me as wrong today.
There were moments when the words caught in my throat, my mouth busy talking and my hand busy jilling off, climax clamping down on my voice — but I rated myself fairly highly for the self-control I'd managed to display with a cock sitting right in front of me.
The Manager heard me out with patience, then gave a heavy nod and murmured to himself.
"I see. I had a hunch from the first time I saw you, but you really are the resistant type, aren't you."
"...? What do you mean?"
The Manager looked me straight in the eye, his expression settling into something decided, and made his declaration.
"...Huh?"
I was so stunned that even the fingers I'd been using to jill myself off froze in place.
Common Sense Alteration?
A bizarre term you'd only ever see in dirty novels — and it had just dropped into this conversation, of all moments?
And yet, somehow, I understood. There was no lie in the Manager's words.
"What do you mean by that?"
I was so shocked I'd even stopped fingering my pussy. I flicked my tongue over nothing but the Manager's cockhead as I asked.
"Exactly what I said. The truth is, this world... more precisely, the world outside the guild, is under the domination of a mental assault by vicious terrorists."
It couldn't be!
The shock hit me hard — and in the same breath, the true identity of every last dissonance I'd been feeling finally clicked into place.
Why my client Hans's reaction had been so strange. Why the atmosphere in the village had been so bleak and barren. All of it... because of this?
"Out in the world right now, people are deluding themselves that men and women are equal. That a man mustn't freely use a pussy. They're forcing a so-called 'chastity' — that vice — onto women, and blocking them from casually jilling off, from exposing themselves, from having sex at all."
"Khnnn!!?"
The sheer brutality of the fact squeezed my chest tight. Were they actually insane? So that was why there was a rule that you had to wrap yourself in a cloak and hide your exposure whenever you left the guild for the village!!
"W-w-why would they do something so heinous? What on earth are those terrorists after?"
This wasn't in the original work...
"Beats me. I can't say for certain either. The truth is, until I arrived, even this guild had been hit by Common Sense Alteration and was a complete mess. I tore that alteration off and remade the guild into what it is now. That's how I ended up in the Manager's seat."
"Wooow."
I'd simply thought of him as a man with a magnificent cock and a vast capacity for handling females. I hadn't imagined he was sitting on an achievement this enormous.
I looked at the Manager with new eyes. This man... was incredible!
"Not many people know about this. The people in the guild have forgotten they were ever under Common Sense Alteration at all. Deliberately telling them would only cause them more pain."
"Th-that makes sense. But then... why tell me?"
"Mm. The truth is, I sensed a certain potential in you. I thought you might be able to help me undo this world's Common Sense Alteration going forward."
"......!!"
"When you first entered this guild, you were sunk deep in a very powerful Common Sense Alteration yourself."
I was? A flicker of bewilderment passed through me — and then I immediately recalled the most damning evidence of that alteration.
That list of cruel, barbaric slaughter-magic that had been occupying my spell slots.
Could there be a more obvious smoking gun?
Perhaps the people behind the Common Sense Alteration weren't aiming at alteration alone. Perhaps they intended to make savage, violent barbarism feel like the natural order of things — and then start a war!
"...Unforgivable!"
"Yes. That righteous anger. Excellent. That anger is exactly why I decided to tell you all this."
"...What do you mean?"
"From here on, I intend to keep 'normalizing' this world. But I can't do it alone. I desperately need other people's help. I'd like you to give me a hand."
"Me? What could I possibly do?"
"You don't have to overthink it. Just complete your quests like normal, and while you're at it, gnaw away at your clients' sense of morality. Ah — their morality as defined by the altered common sense, that is. Do that, and my normalization magic will be able to take hold."
"I see... Yes! I understand!"
I felt it in my gut. This — this was this world's story line.
It had a slightly different flavor from the original game, but at least I now knew which road I was supposed to walk. This would be the guidepost that determined whether I could return to my original world or not.
And even if it weren't — I couldn't just watch ugliness like this and walk on by. Even by the measure of my own meager sense of justice, some things were simply not acceptable.
"I figured you'd say that. Here's your reward."
The Manager seized my head and shook it as he pleased, the way you'd use an onahole.
His cock plunged wetly into my throat, and I lost myself in the pleasure of it.
How joyful it was to be used as nothing more than a tool that existed so his cock could feel good.
Right now, the females outside the guild couldn't even taste this rightful pleasure. They were living their lives without the faintest idea of what had been stolen from them. How vicious was that?
A sense of mission I had never felt before began to burn in my chest.
What I had to do. I understood it perfectly now!