Traditional Festival Revival: Mission Assigned
The relentlessly strict mental training dragged on until even the trainers themselves had their fill.
The pussy-girls, whose willpower was every bit as pathetic as their cunts, couldn't last through a single man's caresses to the end — not one of them. Collective punishment was, of course, the only possible outcome.
When a group takes the heat together, the rage usually gets aimed at whoever caused it. We never bothered picking out a scapegoat, though. Everyone in that room understood there wasn't a single bitch among us who could hold back an orgasm once a man decided to play with her himself. And besides, the trainers seemed to thoroughly enjoy watching us howl like idiots while we tore at our own clits as punishment. For a pussy-girl, that was honestly more of a treat than anything.
...Though cleaning up the filthy training hall afterward, just among ourselves, was a bit of a downer. Especially for those of us who hadn't been picked up by the trainers to go serve a cock.
"Aahh, I wanna go serve a cock so bad. What even is this?"
One of the pussy-girls grumbled while we cleaned.
This, from a girl who'd sworn an oath not five minutes ago that pussy-girls exist solely to devote themselves to a cock's pleasure. She sure had a lot of complaints. But I couldn't exactly call her out on it. Honestly, I was thinking the exact same thing.
Getting a proper mental education from the trainers was nice and all, but nothing had actually changed. If no commissions came in from the village, we female slaves would have nowhere left to stand. And female slaves whose entire joy in life was serving cock would just wither away and die.
Were we just supposed to sit around helplessly waiting for time to solve everything...?
"Hold it. You there. Are you the female slave called Astera?"
"Huh? M-me? Are you calling me?"
I'd been trying to settle my restless heart by focusing on the cleaning when Lazia called my name. Lazia, whom I'd never even spoken to face-to-face, knew who I was. That was a surprise.
"So you are Astera. The Manager has specifically named you. Follow me."
The Manager named me?
I was stunned, of course, and every pussy-hole around me immediately locked their eyes on me.
"Uh, um, w-what's this about?"
The instant those words left my mouth, Lazia drove a kick straight into my cunt. A pinpoint strike right through the hole — a truly magnificent kick.
"Gyeh?!!?"
I collapsed on the spot, a death-rattle tearing from my throat. And before I could even catch my breath, Lazia stomped down on my pussy to follow it up.
"You stupid bitch! You just swore an oath and you've already forgotten it! A man is calling you — the Manager himself — and you need a reason?!"
"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm a worthless pussy-girl, I'm sorry!"
Why the hell was I this stupid? Becoming a female slave must have turned my brain into mush too. Trying to question a man's actions? Pretty damn arrogant for a cunt.
"I'll stop here this time since the Manager is waiting for you, but there will be no next time. Understood?"
"Y-yes, ma'am!"
"Hmph. Then get up. The Manager is waiting."
"Mm. Welcome, Astera. How've you been?"
The Manager, to my immense honor, remembered my name. Maybe because Astera had been a major character in the original.
He was, unusually, dressed in actual proper clothes and reading a book. The few times I'd run into him before, he'd usually had a pussy-girl on him, so this ordinary appearance felt almost alien. Then again, even the Manager wasn't required to have a woman on him three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
"Things seemed a bit noisy outside today."
"Ugh, I-I'm sorry. We female slaves caused a commotion that even reached you, Manager. All of us are reflecting on our behavior, so please — we beg your generous forgiveness."
I bowed my head respectfully, and the Manager chuckled softly, waving it off.
"It's fine. I don't really mind the noise. I figured something like this would kick up a fuss anyway. Anyone would panic if their livelihood suddenly got cut off."
"Th-thank you so much for your generosity!"
"Don't worry too much. It's not like that village is the only place commissions come from. I was already thinking about expanding the guild's reach to other villages anyway. Give it a few days and the guild will be back to normal."
So the Manager had a plan all along. I felt pathetic for kicking up a fuss without knowing a thing.
"Well, that said... we can't exactly let them parade around flaunting an anti-guild movement this openly, can we? So separate from the other villages, we need to stamp this anti-guild movement out. And I'd like you to take that on, Astera."
...Me?
The unexpected nomination sent my thoughts into a complete storm, everything scrambled. Questioning him like this was originally something close to blasphemy, and having Lazia staring at me made the pressure even worse... but I dared to open my mouth and ask.
"I-I'm sorry, but may I ask one question?"
I'd said it fully expecting to get wrecked, but the Manager agreed readily.
"Sure, what is it?"
"I'd like to know why you're assigning someone like me to such an important task."
At my question, Lazia rolled her eyes and glared at me, as if to say, how dare you question the Manager's judgment. But curious was curious.
As if our reactions were all just amusing, the Manager answered with complete nonchalance.
"Because I think you'll do a good job if I tell you to. That's the reason. If I had to add something, I also happen to think pretty well of you, Astera."
"Ah... th-that's, um... I-I'm honored!"
I never imagined he'd been paying this much attention to me. I folded at the waist in a bow, not knowing what to do with myself.
"Astera, you're still Tissue rank, right?"
"Y-yes! I'm still so inadequate that I haven't been assigned any role beyond wiping up cum as a Tissue!"
"Then if you complete this mission excellently, I'll promote you to Meat Toilet rank under my authority as Manager. That's fine with you, right, Lazia?"
"Of course. Everything in this guild is decided by the Manager."
Without a second's hesitation, Lazia declared it. This was the kind of loyalty it took to be the Manager's exclusive Organic Masturbation Sleeve.
"Thank you so much for bestowing such grace upon me!"
I offered my thanks a beat late, in a vigorous voice.
"Isn't it a bit early for thanks when the promotion isn't even confirmed yet?"
"No! Just being given this opportunity is more than enough reason to be grateful!"
I'd heard that unless you were assessed at Meat Toilet or higher from the start, climbing from Tissue to Meat Toilet took about one to two years. For someone like me, who'd only joined the guild a few months ago, just being given this chance was luck itself.
Was this what they called a named-character buff from the original?
...The fact that I didn't immediately recognize this as the Manager's grace was probably where I still fell short as a female slave.
"I told you before that this world is under the influence of the Common Sense Alteration, didn't I?"
I instinctively glanced at Lazia. She simply listened to the Manager's words without comment. She already seemed well-informed about the Common Sense Alteration. Well, there was no reason to hide from his exclusive Organic Masturbation Sleeve something he'd already told me.
"But no matter how much you control people's minds and bodies, you can't erase every trace of the past. Especially in a village this far from the center of attention — they often just bury the remnants of the old days and don't bother with them. I think that's where our opening is."
"I see. Um, my feeble brain still hasn't quite grasped it, but I'll do my very best!"
"No need to worry too much. I've already prepared someone to help you. Come on out."
At the Manager's call, the desk he was sitting at rattled. After a brief commotion, a petite girl with glasses emerged from underneath and greeted us awkwardly.
I take back what I said about the Manager not always having a woman on him. Even in the most ordinary moment of daily life, he never separated from a pussy-girl.
"Ah, hello. I'm Camille Linnet. Nice to meet you."
"Hi! I'm Astera. Nice to meet you too."
Despite it being our first meeting, my inner affection meter for Camille was already maxed out. You can probably guess why — she was a character from the original. And depending on your choices, she could even become a romance option.
The glasses-girl character type was pretty divisive, but her fanbase was fiercely dedicated. For the record, I was one of Camille's hardcore supporters.
Glasses are god-tier. I will hear no objections.
"I-I don't know if someone like me will be of any help, but I'll do my best!"
Camille clenched both fists and declared her resolve. She was so cute I suddenly wanted to tease her.
"Yeah, let's do our best together. Then shouldn't we start by getting our appearances in order? Want to get that cock-hair off your lip first?"
"Eh? E-eeeeeeeh!"
Camille realized, a beat too late, that pubic hair from the cock she'd been so eagerly sucking just moments ago was stuck to the corner of her mouth. She frantically plucked it off and hung her head.
"I-I'm sorry for showing you such a pathetic sight. Ugh, I was really going to do it properly this time..."
"Ahaha, sorry. Would it have been better if I'd just pretended not to notice?"
As I laughed and teased her, a chilling killing intent settled over my back.
"We're in front of the Manager. You'd do well to refrain from jokes."
If the Manager hadn't been sitting right there, that magnificent kick from earlier would have been planted in my cunt all over again. Just imagining it made my pussy sting.
"Eh, it's cute to watch. A little teasing is a good way to get close fast, you know."
"Nh! I-I'm sorry. I was the one overstepping..."
"Heh. Lazia's always so stiff. More importantly, Camille left and now my cock's empty, so Lazia — fill that spot."
"Yes! Gladly!"
Having neatly disposed of Lazia, the Manager turned a sly smile on the two of us.