Joining the Guild — Virgin Pussy Unsealed
"This is the cock that's about to punch through your pussy. A dried-up cunt like you probably never had much to do with one of these, huh? Take a nice, long look before I pop that hymen."
The Manager said this as he laid his cock across my face where I lay on the bed.
If I'd been an ordinary virgin, a cock would have been some unknown quantity — something that inspired fear and curiosity in equal measure. But even if I was a woman now, I'd originally been a man. Feeling some sense of mystery toward something that used to hang off my own body was absurd.
...Or so I thought. I'd badly underestimated what this transformed flesh was doing to me.
"A... a cock♡ Th-this is a cock?♡"
It had been attached to my own body once, sure — and that was exactly why I'd never seen a cock this close up. A cock... had it always been this magnificent?
I-it's gorgeous! So fucking majestic! That hard pillar, those heavy balls, even the overwhelming smell! So this is what a cock looks like from a woman's point of view!
From a man's perspective — my original gender — looking at this cock would have inspired a little awe, a lot more jealousy, and some instinctive disgust. But as a woman, all I could feel was overwhelming reverence.
"You insolent little bitch!"
"Nngh!!♥"
The Manager suddenly smacked my udders with his open palm. My enormous tits heaved and bounced, sending a pain through me like they were about to split open. But even that was less stimulating than the burning pleasure blooming wherever he'd struck me.
So a woman's body really did exist for no purpose except to become a man's toy. Even violence like this just felt good.
"Who the hell said you could suck my balls without permission? Did I tell you that was okay?"
"Hweh?"
That was when I realized my lips had already swallowed his balls and my tongue was rolling over them. No wonder my mouth had felt so good.
"I-I'm sorry!"
I spat his balls back out in a panic. But the moment they left my mouth, the happiness that had been filling it evaporated, leaving nothing but a hollow ache.
"Auuuugh..."
If I'd never known, it wouldn't have mattered. But once I'd tasted the joy of filling my mouth with his balls, the emptiness was so miserable my pussy throbbed. Still, I'd just gotten chewed out — asking him to let me suck his cock felt a little...
"Heh. Listen to you, making those pathetic little cat noises."
The Manager seemed to find the state of me genuinely hilarious. He said that, then suddenly seized me by the nape of the neck with both hands.
"I do feel a little bad for snapping at you out of nowhere, so I'll give you something to make up for it."
I had no idea what was coming, but my mouth opened on instinct. His cock filled the open cavity of it to the brim.
"Nngooooogh!!!"
The Manager's cock looked far too big for my small mouth to ever take. But I guess nothing was impossible in this world after all. The more he shoved it in, the wider my mouth stretched, transforming into his faithful onahole.
I-I can't breathe! My throat—!
My mouth was plugged so completely there wasn't a sliver of space for air, and the awkward angle made breathing through my nose nearly as bad. As for how much it hurt — do I even need to describe it? The human body struggles just from a finger brushing the uvula. Having a pillar this thick rammed down there was straight-up torture.
But then—
"Mm. For a beginner, this mouth-pussy of yours actually feels pretty decent."
The moment the Manager praised me, every last bit of that pain evaporated, and joy rushed in to take its place. For a female, there was no greater fulfillment than being useful in processing a man's sexual needs.
"Let's see if the throat-clench function is any good, too."
The Manager started rolling his hips, using my mouth and throat-pussy as an onahole. There wasn't a shred of mercy in the way he moved. Every thrust sent his stiff pubic hair and taut balls slapping against my face, and the head of his cock battered my uvula like a punching bag until I couldn't think straight.
This was the kind of moment when I should have been working my tongue, doing anything I could to make his cock feel even a little better — but I was still only half-converted. I didn't have that kind of composure.
Well... no. To be honest,
"Nnggggh! Uggghk! Ngh! Gnnnnngh!!!"
—all I could manage were those pathetic, miserable noises.
Th-that said, in my defense, at least I didn't thrash around and make things difficult for him. For a beginner, that had to count for something, right?
"Heh. Watching you make those retarded noises with that pathetic look on your face is actually pretty entertaining in its own way."
...What.
How could he say something so considerate and wonderful? He was complimenting my strong points so I wouldn't get depressed about being a useless bitch who couldn't even do her job right. If this Manager really was the original protagonist of this world, I could finally understand why a man like him deserved the role.
How many minutes passed like that? The ongoing lack of oxygen made my consciousness go hazy, and my whole body started twitching in little spasms. And yet, feeling that distinctive texture and smell pouring over my throat and face, I found myself thinking — dying like this might not be so bad.
But the Manager didn't seem inclined to let a free onahole like me die that easily.
"Ngh!"
With a single grunt of effort, the Manager poured his semen down my throat. In that instant, oxygen deprivation be damned — my consciousness snapped wide awake as I felt, with vivid clarity, the semen overflowing my throat. Overflowing, and then starting to back up.
"Nngh!"
Obviously I should have swallowed every drop, but the volume of the Manager's cum was anything but ordinary. Compared to what I used to shoot, it was five times... no, ten times more. And the viscosity — for a split second I could have sworn it was slime.
On top of that, I was positioned with the crown of my head pointing down, throat wide open around his cock — so the semen he'd pumped into me didn't drop into my stomach. Instead it sprayed out through the hair-thin gaps between his cock and my lips, and out through my nostrils, like he'd taken a spray bottle to my face.
"Hhhk... ngh, hhhhnnn..."
"Pfft! Ahh, this is genuinely hilarious. That cute little Astera, looking this filthy, with cum backing up out of her. Installing the Common Sense Alteration Mod before I possessed this body was the best decision I ever made — a hundred times over! I really am one lucky bastard."
The Manager seemed to be saying something important... but I couldn't make out a word of it. Not that it mattered, right? An onahole pussy like me just needed to serve men well. That was all...
The Manager left his cock buried in me for a while, savoring the afterglow, then slowly pulled it out of my throat.
"Ghhhhhhhk! Haaaaaah..."
The moment my airway opened, I sucked in a deep, desperate breath and flooded my lungs with oxygen. I'd survived... barely. Truly, barely.
"Heheh. Well, well. Even looking like that, you still don't want to die, huh? Good. That's how it should be. If you kicked it here, you wouldn't be able to service any more cocks. We can't have that, now can we?"
He looked down at me with those generous eyes as he said it — then his expression shifted, and he started grilling me.
"Hey. Where's my thank-you? I used that throat-pussy of yours. A little gratitude should follow as a matter of course, don't you think?"
"Ah... I-I'm sorry! Thank you so much for using a pussy-bitch like me's throat-pussy! I sincerely appreciate it!"
Even if I wasn't used to this yet, forgetting something as basic as a thank-you... what the hell was I doing? I'd been so happy the entire time he was using my throat, and I couldn't even properly thank him for it?
"That's it, that's it. A Female Slave starts with manners and ends with manners. How good your pussy tastes comes after that. Remember it."
The Manager delivered that sharp little lesson, then settled himself between my legs. I wasn't so stupid that I needed to ask what that meant.
"Well then. Shall I have a taste of the best part? I'm looking forward to this."
The Manager's cock took aim at my pussy.
I'm a man. Am I about to lose my virginity as a woman before I ever popped my cherry as a guy? Is this... is this really okay? Seriously?
"Hey. Don't you have something to say?"
"Huh?"
I stared up at the Manager like an idiot, then belatedly realized how thoughtless I was being. Stupid. This isn't the time to dwell on the past. Focus on the present. Get it together!
"P-please thoroughly punish this beginner pussy that hasn't even fulfilled her duties as a pussy-bitch yet... with the Manager's magnificent cock. I beg you."
In response to my cock-begging, the Manager slowly rubbed his shaft against the mound of my pussy and scolded me.
"How many times do I have to say it? The foundation of a Female Slave is manners, remember? You've been getting cocky this whole time. So that's why Vasilisa gave you a low evaluation."
"Nnh... I-I-I'm sooorry..."
"Ah, whatever. Watching a half-baked pussy like you get polished into a Whore is entertaining in its own right."
And with that, the Manager rammed his cock into my pussy in a single stroke. All the way. In one go. As if my will — the fact that I wasn't ready to take a cock in my pussy yet — didn't matter in the slightest.
And I—
"Nnghoooooooooh!!!! Ooh, ooh, oooooooh!!!!♥♥♥♥♥♥♥"
Came.
Yeah. That had been a foregone conclusion, honestly. Just having my pussy played with by fingers had felt that good — of course a cock would do this. I'd been prepared for that part.
What I hadn't imagined was that the orgasm wouldn't stop. Not for a second. It just kept crashing over me.
"Ooh~ I guess that's a named pussy for you. The squeeze is solid even at baseline. Add some technique on top of this and you'll ripen into one hell of a tasty cunt."
The Manager didn't so much as glance at my reaction. He just appraised my pussy with a calm, easy expression. This was the difference between a man and a woman. We were having the same sex, and yet I — the female — was writhing in mind-breaking pleasure, while he — the man — was relaxed enough to leisurely critique my pussy.
A hierarchy forming itself in the simplest, most obvious terms.
I was already so far gone that just having his cock inside me, without him doing anything else, was enough to blank out my mind. But of course he wasn't going to leave it at that. The Manager's hips started moving. Entirely for his own pleasure.
"Haaaaah♥ Ah, haaaaah, ahhhnnnngh♥♥♥♥♥♥"
A rotary blade named Pleasure sank into the deadwood named Reason.
I realized it too late. What I'd thought was an orgasm earlier... that hadn't been the real thing. All of that had been fake climaxes. Preludes before the genuine article. Using those fake orgasms as priming water, then hauling you up with a cock — that was a real climax!
I-I'm scared! Scared, scared, scared!
I felt it instinctively. If I tasted a real orgasm even once, there was no way I'd ever go back to who I was before. It terrified me so much that I—
"W-wait! Please wait! Stop for just a second!"
I frantically slapped at the Manager's forearm, calling for a timeout. I knew it was rude. The existential terror was just that big.
The Manager looked at me and—
"Ah, you fucking bitch. You've been a real pain in my ass this entire time."
He swore at me and shoved my head into the pillow.
"How many times do I have to tell you before it sinks in, you stupid bitch?! You're a fucking cunt whose only job is to play onahole for a male — don't talk back to me! All you need to think about is clenching your pussy when a cock goes in!"
And with that, the Manager started slamming his hips with savage intensity. Every time his cock punched into my pussy, it felt like I was melting into mush. Every time the head punched my womb, it felt like something inside me was metamorphosing into an entirely new creature.
I, I, I was becoming not-me!
—fsh, fsh-fsh-fsh-fsh♥ fsh-fsh-fsh-fsh♥♥♥!!!—
"Hngyaaaaaah♥♥♥!!"
Squirts erupted out of me like a bottomless fountain. But even this was nothing more than the omen right before a real climax.
It's coming.
It's coming!
Coming, coming, commiiiiing♥♥♥
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!"
In that instant, I died once.
And in my place, Astera — Female Slave of the guild — was born anew.