Instilling Patriarchy in Weak Men — My First Quest
"Good morning!"
"...Yeah. Good morning."
I offered up as energetic a greeting as I could muster, and Elesa returned it with what I had to assume was her very best smile. Stiff as a board, still, but she was trying.
Thanks to the fact that we'd spent last night eating each other out, we'd managed to build a fairly deep bond after knowing each other for all of one day. Having another girl suck on your pussy is the second-easiest way to raise intimacy, right after getting railed by a man.
"Was I too loud when I was masturbating last night? I'd never gone at it that hard before, so I was worried about how it came across."
The truth was I'd never masturbated in a woman's body at all, so who knew whether I'd managed any volume control. Bless her heart, Elesa answered without the slightest hint of annoyance.
"It didn't bother me at all. When a pussy-slut starts rubbing one out, making noise is only natural. Besides, I was going at it right along with you, so I wasn't exactly paying attention to the sound."
"Oh. Right. You were."
I'd gotten so absorbed in getting myself off that I'd half-forgotten Elesa had been masturbating right there with me. She hadn't been able to contain herself even after sucking every last drop of cum out of my pussy, so she'd started first. Watching her got me going, so I started too. She'd finish and try to rest, only to get turned on all over again watching me — and then I'd watch her and start up again.
The infinite masturbation chain reaction meant I had no idea when we'd actually fallen asleep. Not a bad showing for my first time rubbing a pussy, if I do say so myself.
The amazing part was that even after I'd rubbed myself raw, the moment I opened my eyes in the morning there wasn't a scrap of fatigue left in my body. If anything, efficiently discharging all that lust stored up in my pussy had left me feeling incredibly refreshed. So that's why the protagonists in dirty doujinshi can fuck all night and wake up just fine.
"...Hey."
"Yes?"
"Today's your first day working as a guild member, right?"
"It is, yeah?"
Elesa hesitated for a beat, then clenched both fists toward me in a tiny show of encouragement.
"Do your best."
That was all she said before she yanked the door open and fled, apparently too embarrassed to linger. God, she was adorable. I could only imagine how much courage it had taken her to get those three words out. It was a good thing we'd thickened our friendship by eating each other out — without that, a greeting that small would have taken her an eternity.
"Right! Gotta do my best, just like Elesa said!"
Guild Scramble has a storyline of its own, but the main content has always been the guild's commissions. You take enough of them, you raise your rank, and the bonds you form along the way become stepping stones into new story routes. Whether I ended up living in this world for good or found my way back to the one I'd come from, the path forward ran through completing the guild's quests.
"Not that I'm exactly overflowing with confidence that I can pull it off."
"Hello, Vasilisa."
"Oh my, good morning, Astera!"
I called out to the one face I actually knew, and Vasilisa returned the greeting with a bright, refreshing smile. She looked me up and down, taking in my whole body, then beamed with unmistakable satisfaction.
"Heehee. Looks like you've been receiving plenty of Sexual Alms since this morning, haven't you?"
"Huh? You can tell?"
"Once you get to my level, you can tell just from the shape of a girl's erect nipples. There's a bigger difference than you'd think between the cheap knockoff boner a pussy-slut dreams up with her own filthy imagination and the genuine article a man's fingers put there. Of course, a high-rank pussy-slut might not show much of a difference — but you're not quite at that level yet, are you, Astera?"
"Wow. You sound like a real expert."
"I don't sound like one — I am one!"
She wasn't wrong. I'd received Sexual Alms from no fewer than three different men just on the walk to the hall where she worked. There was the guy who took one look at me, asked if I was new, and then spanked my ass to put some spirit into me. The one who wanted to know how my tits tasted and left a ring of bite marks across them. And the one who, upon hearing I hadn't gotten myself off since waking up, declared it a tragedy and fingered my pussy until I came.
I never imagined a world this overflowing with warmth and kindness could exist, even as a setting inside a game. Even Giovanni, whom I'd thought of as frighteningly gentlemanly, might have just been an ordinarily kind man by this place's standards.
"Heeheehee. Well? Just yesterday you said you'd never received Sexual Alms even once, and now you can barely open your eyes and walk down a hallway without someone bestowing them on you. It all comes down to a pussy-slut's mindset, you know. As long as you're dressed to get people hard and your head is in a place where your pussy is open for business at any moment, there's no reason you shouldn't be receiving Sexual Alms constantly."
That lecture really should have been aimed at the original Astera, not me. Then again, I hadn't even known Sexual Alms were a concept until Vasilisa properly explained them, so maybe this counted as paying tuition.
"Thank you for the advice. I'll keep receiving Sexual Alms with plenty of gratitude from here on out, so maybe we can wrap up the scolding?"
"I was only just getting started... Well, I suppose it can't be helped. Anyway, you came to see me because you want a commission, right?"
"Yes. This body is still inexperienced, but the only way to stop being inexperienced is to work. I could have just grabbed a request off the board, but I figured a beginner ought to at least consider what a veteran would recommend."
"What a wonderful attitude. I actually had a feeling you'd say that, so I set aside a commission that's perfect for you. One moment."
Vasilisa rummaged through a drawer and held out a sheet of parchment.
"Here we are — the recommended commission I prepared just for you. Would you like to take a look?"
"Thank you!"
Leave it to Vasilisa. In the original game she'd been a nameless receptionist, but she was genuinely good at her job. My heart pounded at the thought of finally reaching this game's main content, and I started reading the commission.
I read it.
And then I kept reading it.
Recommended for inexperienced Female Slaves
"Uh... um? Vasilisa? Is this actually the commission you set aside for me? You didn't grab the wrong one by mistake?"
"No? I specifically picked this out for a newcomer like you. Is there a problem? I can show you my other recommendations if you'd like, though they're a hair less suitable."
"A problem... well, sort of."
I flipped the parchment around so she could see the contents again.
"Deflowering a Male Virgin? Is it really all right for someone like me to take a commission this precious?"
A virgin pussy has no value whatsoever. A hymen is worth about as much as a disposable jerk-off tissue a man uses once and throws away. No — to put it more bluntly, it's proof that a pussy hasn't been doing its job properly, so the sooner you get rid of it, the better. Take it from me. Mine was a virgin pussy until yesterday.
But a man's virginity? That's a different story entirely. Its preciousness is almost too much to put into words. What price do you even assign to a virginity that's been carefully preserved when there are pussies available to use at any time? Obviously, the sex that takes a man's virginity has to be the most magnificent experience possible.
And a girl who just made Tissue rank is supposed to handle a cherry-popping like that?? The responsibility was way too heavy.
"Ahh, so that's how you saw it. That's certainly the correct way for a pussy-slut to think. But apparently it can look a little different from a man's point of view."
"From a man's point of view?"
Those words summoned the sensibilities I'd had back when my mind belonged to a man.
"Ahh... I can see that, actually. An inexperienced guy might be self-conscious about how clumsy he is."
So he'd want a girl who was just as inexperienced, so his own inexperience wouldn't stand out. Not every clumsy man felt that way, of course — but some of them did, sometimes. Honestly, I'd had the same thought myself: it would be nice if my first time was with a virgin. I'd written it off as a pipe dream and given up on it.
"That's why this commission prioritizes Female Slaves with as little experience as possible. Still too much pressure? I understand completely, so if you want me to swap it, I have plenty of other commissions."
"Hmm..."
It wasn't that I didn't want it. Taking on a mission this weighty was a burden, no question — but that was exactly why part of me wanted to do it. The heavier the responsibility, the greater the satisfaction when you pulled it off, right? If I turned it down, it would just go to the next most inexperienced pussy-slut in line, and there was no guarantee that girl would be able to satisfy the client.
I turned it over for a moment, then made up my mind.
"I'll take it. You went out of your way to set this aside for me, and it would be rude to keep the client waiting any longer."
"I was hoping you'd say that! I'll process this commission as yours right away."
Light bloomed from Vasilisa's hand. The parchment caught it and flashed once, hard and bright — and letters surfaced across the page.
Quest In Progress
Cum-Tissue Astera
"Go ahead and take out your guild card."
"Ah — right."
I pulled my guild card from my crossbody bag. It wasn't clothing, so it hadn't been confiscated.
"Now give it a little flick with your finger?"
"Like this?"
I did as she said, and the guild card — which had been displaying my ahegao face — suddenly changed. It looked just like a map app.
"Just follow that map to the client. And if you grab the card and pull, it'll stretch out to a point, so make use of that."
Sure enough, when I tugged on the card, the display grew to match. Fantastic. It was a fresh reminder that this really was a fantasy world. Come to think of it, I had a vague memory of this being mentioned in the game — it just never sank in when I was looking at it as a UI element.
"Ah, and one more thing."
Vasilisa pulled out a cloak and held it toward me.
"When you leave the guild to visit a client, please wear this cloak for the trip."
"Why? Does a Female Slave need something like this?"
I asked out of genuine curiosity, but Vasilisa herself didn't seem to know.
"Who can say? It's the rule. We just follow it."
So even Vasilisa was just another cog in the organization.
"If it's the rule... well, I'll wear it."
I'd only been going around naked for a single day, but the thought of putting something on again stirred up a weird resistance. Nothing to be done about it, but still.
"I'll be off, then. See you in a bit."
"Take care~ And have a wonderful pussy-fuck~"
Cloaked and out of the guild, I immediately felt a crushing sense that something was wrong.
What the hell is with this neighborhood? This is deeply weird.
The village sat about a twenty-minute walk from the guild. I'd passed through it on my way to join up, so it wasn't as if I'd never seen the place. I just hadn't understood what I was looking at. Now every step I took sent a creeping wrongness through me that made my head ache.
Why are the pussy-sluts covering themselves up like that? It's indecent.
Of course there had to be a distinction between ordinary women and Female Slaves. It wasn't surprising that they showed less skin than people like us. But there were limits. And the atmosphere of the village itself was startlingly bleak. I could accept the complete absence of Sexual Alms — but a village where you couldn't hear a single word of sexual praise? What was that about? Live in a place like this long enough and your body might stay well-fed, but your spirit would wither down to nothing.
Is that why they made me wear the cloak to come out here?
In a village of one-eyed people, the two-eyed man is the freak. The same way I felt this creeping wrongness looking at them, they would feel it looking at me.
Wait. Could there be a storyline about changing the atmosphere of this barren town?
It hadn't existed in the original Guild Scramble, but there was no guarantee this world I'd possessed would follow the same flow as the source material. It was worth keeping on the table. The guild's wholesome influence transforming a bleak village into a place with generous hearts. That actually sounded pretty good.
For now, though, I should stick to what I can actually do.
My head wandered off on tangents, but my legs kept walking, and before long I was standing in front of the client's house. A thoroughly ordinary building, not a scrap of personality to it. I gave the door a light knock. It opened almost immediately, and a man appeared.
"Yes, what can I— wha!?"
I opened my cloak in front of him, showing him my naked body, and announced the delivery.
"Your ordered cherry-popping cum-tissue has arrived. May I come in?"