Instilling Male Supremacy in Weak Men — Magical Training: Understand a Man's Sexuality

"You want to train in magic that stokes a man's lust?"

"Yes, Master!"

I petitioned my magic teacher Luxria to sit in on my training. Magic practice itself was something I could do alone, but the difference between having a teacher watching and not having one was enormous. Luxria was idle anyway — surely she wouldn't mind keeping me company.

"Hrmm. When a disciple comes asking to learn, turning her down wouldn't be very teacherly of me, now would it!"

As you can see. Luxria, who had no disciple but me, seemed quite pleased that I'd come asking for help of my own accord, and puffed out a chest that wasn't even there.

"Though I do have to wonder. Why this spell in particular? The one that fans a man's sexual desire? When I first taught it to you, you whined that you didn't want to waste your capacity on such a useless bit of magic."

"Urgh..."

Honestly, even I thought I was being a bit shameless. Just as Master said, I'd wondered at first what the point of learning such a useless spell even was. No — beyond that, I'd honestly thought it was a rather insolent piece of magic.

A cunt-slut fanning a man's sexual desire? Wasn't that blasphemous? A pussy was a thing men used whenever they felt like using it. For that pussy to go so far as to use magic to egg a man into using her? You couldn't find a more insolent cunt if you tried. Men played with women. It should never be the other way around. That was just obvious, wasn't it?

This was a different matter from a pussy shaking her ass and begging a man to use her. So I'd figured I'd never have a use for the spell.

"I realized it late. This magic has a value no other spell can replace."

In this world steeped in Common Sense Alteration, there existed pitiful men who could not fully enjoy their self-evident rights as men. To make those men reclaim their rights, persuasion by words alone might not be enough. A somewhat radical prescription was needed. And that was where magic that stoked a man's lust would come in handy. Even dog shit had its uses as medicine, as they said.

"Heh-heh~♪ So you've finally recognized this teacher's foresight, have you? Not a single thing I teach is useless! All right! For my cute little disciple, this master will roll up her sleeves and pitch in! You'd better be grateful!"

"Thank you!"

My master, easy not just between the legs but in her heart as well, made that grand declaration — then promptly shifted her expression into that of a sharp, professional mage.

"First, let me tell you the most fundamental premise of being a mage. Magic is, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in the end, the miracle of making an image real. Without a firm image in your head, you can pour in as much mana as you like and the spell still won't take."

"Huhhh."

I gave a halfhearted grunt of acknowledgment. Anyone who'd played the original would have heard this lore dump at least once, and the magic equals imagery setting was so painfully common that, honestly, it didn't do much for me.

"Which is why magic that stokes a man's desire is actually extremely difficult. How could cunt-sluts like us possibly fathom the deep, vast desires of men? The best we can do is stretch our imaginations as far as they'll go and try to get close."

Luxria waved her magic staff, and with a pop, an object materialized in midair. It was what you'd call a strap-on — a penis band. In my original world it would have been nothing more than a slightly embarrassing toy, but in this world it felt like something caught halfway between the sacred and the blasphemous.

"I-Is this okay? This is something a cunt-slut wears, right? Is a filthy cunt-slut even allowed to take something modeled after a cock and wear it on the outside instead of stuffing it into her pussy?"

Wasn't that a bit above our station?

"It's fine. Sure, there are cunt-girls who think that way, but most men don't give a damn. Men would rather put their energy into something practical than waste it on unproductive nitpicking."

Ah. Now that she mentioned it, that made sense. Obsessing over this kind of worthless crap was what pussies did. Men wouldn't care. If a man decided it was insolent, then I'd just drop into a dogeza and take my punishment.

"I told you, didn't I? The image is what matters. Put this on and try to visualize what a man's lust actually feels like. Once you've got that, the rest is a straight shot."

"Hrmmm."

The strap-on's length felt just a little bigger than the cock that had originally been attached to me. Something about coming to this world kept turning my dick into a power-level measuring stick. For the record, I had been a perfectly average size. Or maybe a bit above.

Anyway, the idea that I could grow a cock between my legs again, even a fake one, was welcome enough that I strapped it on right away.

"Ah! W-Wait a second! The sensation is... huh???"

"Heh-heh~ Did you honestly think it was just an ordinary toy? This is an item that passed through the hands of the great mage Luxria herself. You think I'd make a regular strap-on? While you're wearing it, the sensation links up as if it were a real cock. Of course it can't be as magnificent as the genuine article. But you can climax and even ejaculate. It won't be real semen, though."

I gave the cock a test stroke with my hand. There was some disconnect, but the familiar texture of something I'd felt before made my mood turn strange. I used to have one of these, too...

"By getting even a little of Lord Cock's sensation into your body, you'll instill the image of a man's lust. I'll even give you special assistance."

"Assistance? What does that mean, specifically?"

Luxria spread her own pussy open and licked her lips.

"It means I'll let you use my pussy. If you want to know a man's lust, nothing beats the real thing, right? You'll feel a cunt-slut's tightness with a cock and understand what kind of desire that produces."

Then she immediately went tsundere again.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I may be an automatic door for men, but I almost never spread my legs for other pussies. I-It's just because you're my first disciple. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠You're special."

I slapped that cute master's cheek without a shred of mercy.

"Hwagh!? A-Aaaahh??"

Great mage or not, her appearance and body were those of a scrawny little girl. Caught by the sudden blow, Luxria landed humiliatingly on her ass and blinked, completely at a loss. The dazed way she looked up at me, clutching her cheek, made it obvious she had no idea what was happening. Useless cunt-slut, through and through.

"A cock is offering to use your pussy and you're acting all stiff about it, you fucking bitch!"

I stepped on the back of Luxria's head and ground that cute little face into the floor.

Understand a man's heart and lust, and turn it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into an image? Sure, that might be a difficult power for ordinary pussies to learn. But for me — someone who had both this world's common sense and the experience of having been a man — it was an easy request.

"Y-You! E-Even if this is part of understanding a man's lust, you think I'll forgive you for going this far? You just wait!!"

So she ranted — while writhing under my foot like a cockroach, unable to put up a single proper resistance. Which, if you thought about it, was only natural. The women of this world were fundamentally disqualified as living creatures. When faced with a crisis, they couldn't even manage the most basic biological instinct of fighting back.

I grabbed one of Luxria's twintails and shoved the fake cock in her face.

"Hweh♥"

"What are you doing, you stupid cunt-slut. There's a cock right in front of your face and you're just going to stare at it?"

"A-A-Aah♥ D-Don't get the wrong idea? I-I'm only, only helping with my disciple's training, okay? I-It's not like I've been seduced by a fake cock like some piece-of-shit cunt-slut and my pussy can't hold back anymore!"

Drooling all over herself while saying that garbage didn't make it any more convincing. I kicked the cunt-slut who still hadn't grasped the situation right in the crotch.

"You fucking bitch! I'm specially bestowing a cock on a ruined, gaping cunt like you and that's the attitude you take?!"

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

I stomped on Luxria's pelvis like I meant to shatter it. No need for guilt. The women of this world were sturdier than you'd imagine, and even if they broke a little they healed right up. And more than anything, as you could see—

"Koehh♥ Oht, hugigihh♥ Hugyaaaaah♡"

The way she sprayed cunt-juice and went into heat every time I crushed her pussy underfoot made it impossible to feel guilty even if I'd wanted to. How was this a human being? She was just an animal.

"I-I'm sooorry! A retarded cunt-slut like me, acting so far above my station in front of Lord Cock...!! Aaaah, I'm sorry! I'll apologize with my pussy! Please, please forgive me!"

Calling me Lord Cock. Typical cunt-slut — the second you pumped some pleasure into her she lost all sense of heaven and earth. So anyone who made her pussy feel good was automatically Lord Cock? Pathetic.

I grabbed that incompetent cunt-slut by the hair again and hauled her up.

"This retarded bitch is trying to skip ahead? You think you get to take a cock in your pussy right away? First you apologize to my cock — the one you pissed off so badly!"

"Aaah!! I-I'm sorry! I'm an incompetent pussy who's lived all these years and still isn't even as good as a baby...!"

Luxria immediately started kissing my fake cock, begging for mercy.

"Chup♡ Chu, chup♥ Lord Cooock~ I'll apologize like this. So please, please give this incompetent pussy your cock's blessing~♥"

She got herself so worked up from kissing that she started desperately rubbing her tongue all over the fake cock, putting on a disgusting display. This wasn't even a real cock — it was a fake — and she was already like this. I could more or less imagine what she'd look like if she ever met the genuine article.

I wanted to leisurely stomp on Luxria some more, but honestly I didn't have much composure left myself.

Th-This is what a cock feels like. Is this what it felt like when a woman licked mine?

If I'd never had a cock to begin with, maybe I wouldn't have felt this way — but having had one and then lost it left me with a sensation that was hard to put into words. Had my original cock felt like this when it got sucked? What would it have felt like to conquer a woman as a real man? Why had I possessed a woman in this world instead of a man?

To give those swirling emotions a vent, I rammed the cock down Luxria's throat-pussy.

"Mguuut! Kuuuhh, uk, uuuugh!!!"

Hehhh. So this was what it felt like to shove a cock down someone's throat. I'd been on the receiving end plenty of times, but I'd never been the one doing the shoving. It was a pretty special feeling.

She seemed to be in considerable pain — Luxria's eyes rolled back and she let out a bizarre moan. I almost felt a tiny flicker of sympathy, then quickly shook my head. Right now I had to become a man. A real, manly man didn't give a damn about a cunt-slut's suffering. He just took what he wanted to enjoy, boldly and without hesitation.

"Ah, look at that. Convenient handles, right here."

I grabbed Luxria's twintails in both hands and used them to comfortably work her mouth-pussy. Twintails really were a triumph of function over form. Maybe I should grow my hair out sometime.

Holding the handles and rocking her made it easy to find a rhythm, and the urge to cum gathered readily at the tip of the cock. Ahh, almost...

"I'm cumming!"

I yanked the twintails as hard as I could and dumped my cock-juice down Luxria's throat. Fake cock, fake semen — but the magically enhanced dick faithfully reproduced something close to the ejaculation I'd felt back when I was a man.

...Except... hrmmm.

Compared to a pussy orgasm, this is... kind of underwhelming...

It didn't have that intensity unique to a pussy climax — that feeling of nothing else in the world matters but this. And honestly, being the one getting stomped on by a man felt far happier than being the one doing the stomping. I was born a masochistic female now, so I supposed that was only natural.

Ugh, what am I thinking right ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠now? This isn't manly at all! I'm doing this to get the image that stokes a man's pleasure!

Get a grip. Right now, I was a man. A true man who saw women as nothing more than Organic Masturbation Sleeves for dumping cock-juice.

"Hey. Get on your face. I'm going to fuck you from behind."