The Academy's Exclusive Whore's Professional Ethics (1)
It’s a well-known fact now that the moans in porn, especially Japanese AV, are fake. Of course, the lines you hear nonstop in American porn—“Oh fuck! Pound me with that huge dick!”—are just as fake. The point is, real orgasms aren’t pretty at all.
“Kgh… Haa…!”
Like someone broken beyond repair, I wailed like a madwoman, then suddenly arched my waist forward as if trying to sit up.
“Ahk…!”
But I never actually intended to get up, so I simply collapsed sideways. My body stayed curled in half the whole time.
“Hueh♡ E-Ehheee♡”
I buried my face in the bed and panted like an animal. Saliva poured out in sticky strands, soaking the sheets, but the fabric was already far filthier from the flood of pussy juice, so it barely mattered.
I thought back to when I first discovered masturbation—how I’d slap my cock again and again, multiple times a day. My current behavior was exactly the same.
How long had it been since I kicked Bella out of the room? An hour? Three hours? The only thing I knew for sure was that I had done nothing but masturbate the entire time. Rubbing my clit, pinching it, flicking it. Scratching and rubbing♡ the G-spot two knuckles deep inside my cunt. And even after climaxing, I didn’t feel that usual unpleasant aftertaste.
Why? I’d heard that women also experience some degree of post-orgasm clarity or regret. Maybe, just like how some rare men don’t feel depressed after ejaculating, this body was simply built not to feel it?
“Ha… Haha…”
I pressed my face into the sheets drenched in my own pussy juice and saliva, letting out a dry laugh.
Am I going crazy?
The one who turned my body into this was supposedly a succubus of a completely different caliber than a normal one. Still, wasn’t this too much? I’d already been living in this body for over a week, so maybe it was pointless to say it now, but seriously—this is too much.
Breasts so massive and heavy that I couldn’t even see my own feet, jiggling so violently that just walking normally was difficult. A womb that instantly lit up with floating hearts and went into heat the moment it sensed a male even indirectly. A pussy that stayed constantly wet and warmly preheated. This was ridiculous.
How could this be a human body? Even if humanity advanced genetic engineering in the distant future and set out to create the ultimate living sex doll, they’d never be able to make something this perfect.
“…Fuck.”
Suddenly I felt angry and miserable. I didn’t want to think about anything. And the truly terrifying part was that simply recalling this absurd situation—how I had essentially lost my original body against my will—made my cunt twitch♡ and squeeze all on its own.
I don’t have a masochistic streak. When I watched Hitomi, I always skipped the training or rape videos. But if we’re being honest, I didn’t watch futanari stuff when I was a man either, and seeing it online never made me aroused by futanari cum. Sexual tastes ultimately happen in the brain. And the brain is also part of the body. Just as this body had taken my cock and given me a pussy, maybe it had also brought along a masochistic inclination.
“This is so fucking stupid…♡”
I didn’t want to think about anything. The more I thought, the more it felt like I was losing myself. In that case, it would be better to just stay hypnotized.
…I should just go ask her to hypnotize me right now.
It meant giving up my holiday, but I had no choice. When the hypnosis lifted again next Saturday morning, maybe my head would feel clearer. The concept for this hypnosis… anything was fine. Come to think of it, wouldn’t a more businesslike, professional concept be better than last time?
Huh?
If I worked in a more professional manner than when I was the Sexual Relief Committee Member, wouldn’t that create fewer embarrassing memories? It actually sounded like a pretty good idea.
And if the job involved treating sex and sexual relief as work—
“Hngh♡”
Just a little more… really, just a little more. I should masturbate a bit longer before I go. To punish this naughty pussy and womb that couldn’t be satisfied with just fingers, I had to keep tormenting my cunt with my fingers♡
Current Hypnosis Content
* All hypnosis performed with Winter's explicit consent.
— This week's Winter is a practitioner of the prostitution trade. In short, a whore♡
— Naturally, as a whore, she requires proper payment♡
— However, if you're a futanari, any price is acceptable! If you have nothing in your pockets, even a rock (↓) will do.
— Then enjoy the whore♡'s service to your heart's content♡
The news that the Sexual Relief Room had reopened on Sunday—one day earlier than originally scheduled—spread through the academy in no time. There weren’t that many people here to begin with. Still, they didn’t go so far as to wake up those who were sleeping in.
The ones who ended up shoving each other aside and rushing to the room in broad daylight were Alejandra, the princess of one of the empire’s most powerful kingdoms, and Kazuha, daughter of an oni chieftain. Both had been sleeping in on their day off.
“Move!”
“You’re the one in the way!”
Whoever arrived first would get to use Winter first. Neither of them had any intention of waiting.
But the moment they reached the door of the Sexual Relief Room, both the princess and the chieftain’s daughter had no choice but to stop in their tracks.
“…What the hell is this?”
There was a sandwich board sign they had never seen before. The kind restaurants used to write the day’s specials on—a black board with white chalk letters. At the very top, in elegant handwriting that was clearly Parin the principal’s, it read:
"Current Hypnosis Content"
"* All hypnosis performed with Winter's explicit consent."
⟨ This Week's Concept ⟩
Below that, in round, cheerful handwriting that had to belong to the academy succubus Miel, was some truly wicked content.
— A professional in the prostitution trade. Simply put, a whore♡
— Obviously, as a whore, she requires payment♡
— But if you're a futanari, any price is fine! If your pockets are empty, pick up a rock (↓) and offer it
— Then enjoy the whore♡'s service to the fullest♡
“…”
“…”
In truth, when Alejandra had first heard Winter say, “Dealing with you while I’m sane is too hard, so I’d rather be hypnotized,” she had thought, What the hell kind of insane nonsense is that? It was like saying, “Fire is hot, so I’ll jump into lava instead!”
But back in that assembly hall where she first heard the crazy idea, her cock had stiffened like crazy.
“Huu…”
It was the same now. Because it was such insane nonsense, her head spun, and the dizziness seemed to send even more blood rushing to her dick. Kazuha appeared to be in the same state; when something moved beside her, she glanced over and saw that Kazuha’s cock had lifted her skirt like a tent, turning it into a dick-curtain.
Alejandra rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a hair tie. It was an ordinary one anyone might use. Kazuha, who had nothing like that, picked up a relatively white and pretty pebble from the ground. Then, without looking at each other, the two opened the door together and stepped inside.
“Ah, welcome, big sisters!”
And there they met one very particular ‘whore.’
“Alejandra unnie and Kazuha unnie! Wow, it’s been suuuper long! Winter was sooo lonely without you!”
When Winter had begged Principal Parin, “P-Please hypnotize me so I become a whore instead!” she had based it on a simple calculation. If the embarrassing memories after the hypnosis wore off were painful, then she just had to avoid doing anything embarrassing in the first place. And if she performed purely businesslike sexual service, no shameful memories would be created.
But that was a miscalculation.
If she had truly wanted that effect, she should never have asked to become a whore. Because professionalism and being businesslike are two different things. And prostitution, by its very nature, was the least businesslike job in the world when working.
“Ahhang♡ Big sister~ Here, mwah! This one’s on the house. It’s a special service from Winter to her favorite unnies!”
Baby talk. Referring to herself in the third person. A honey-sweet expression where smiling with her eyes was the default. Openly coquettish charm that even a real prostitute would struggle to pull off. Winter was acting exactly like that—flirting and fawning with all her might.
In fact, because Winter had originally been a man—and a man who knew nothing about real prostitutes—this was an extremely idealized, romanticized version of a whore that could only come from someone like her. To Winter, a whore was simply a woman who flirted with men, spread her legs, and easily earned money. She had a soft, fluffy worldview that knew nothing of the shadows, filth, and darkness that loomed over real prostitutes’ lives.
Yet because she had been a man, she knew better than anyone what kind of whore would make males the happiest. The hypnosis had simply pulled that imagined whore out of Winter’s mind and into reality.
“You both came to see Winter, right? Perfect timing! There’s no one waiting right now, so we can start immediately!”
It seemed she had already done a round of “business” and the “customers” had come and gone once; the inside of the “brothel” was clean. The thick scent of female arousal and semen that could be smelled even before entering was unavoidable, though. No amount of airing the room out for a day or two would get rid of that smell.
“So, Alejandra unnie and Kazuha unnie, who wants to go first? Or should we do it together?”
Winter’s outfit had also changed from the Sexual Relief Committee Member uniform to that of a whore. A dress that clung tightly to her body, revealing every curve. Its color was a lewd purple that shimmered obscenely even under the bright, clear light of midday.
As a side note, this dress had been personally made by the academy succubus Miel. In truth, Miel had been left somewhat idle ever since Winter arrived. The reason she remained at the academy instead of leaving was partly because a reserve sexual relief handler was needed for Winter’s days off or any unexpected situations, and partly because Miel herself had grown very interested in Winter.
She might learn more about what kind of extraordinary succubus was involved in this whole affair if she stayed by Winter’s side. She might even get to meet that succubus in person.
But Miel’s attitude, which had started as mere interest and curiosity, had become extremely respectful the moment she saw Winter’s “Sexual Relief Committee Member outfit.” It was nothing short of genius. An outrageously lewd garment that surpassed even a succubus’s imagination. That was the moment Winter was promoted in Miel’s mind from “an intermediary who might let me meet a great succubus” to “a magnificent treasure chest of ideas—perhaps even a mentor.”
So when Winter said she wanted to be hypnotized a day early and that this time she wanted a whore concept, Miel had waited right beside her. And when the newly minted “whore” asked if there were any clothes like this, Miel had sketched the design Winter described, asked for details, sourced the fabric herself, and made it.
All while repeatedly letting out sincere gasps of admiration: ‘Wow… how on earth did she come up with such a vulgar, perverted outfit?’
Faced with a whore wearing a dress so obscene that even a succubus couldn’t help but admire it, both Alejandra and Kazuha swallowed hard.
“Ahhat♡ Are you two already this excited?”
Alejandra’s pants were bulging as if they might burst, and Kazuha’s skirt was lifted high by her cock. There was no hiding the evidence of their raging lust. If two such magnificent males were courting her at once, the correct behavior for a female would be to lie down, exposing her dripping wet pussy and soft belly.
But a whore couldn’t do that.
“Then I’ll assume both of you are buying me. Have you prepared the ‘gifts’ you’re going to give Winter?”
Payment. The price of her body. The cost of renting her pussy. A professional couldn’t work without receiving money. Besides, Winter knew her own value. She was top-tier among whores—a supreme-grade pussy-seller who could steal every customer from any other whore. No matter how much she liked a male, she could not let him have her without receiving a price worthy of her.
She must not let him have her for free. Of course, if she really, really liked him, she might meet him in secret. But that could only happen after business hours, right?
“U-Um.”
“Here.”
And so Alejandra and Kazuha each held out their payment for Winter’s pussy. A very ordinary hair tie, and a pebble that had just been picked up off the ground.
When Winter saw that “payment,” her eyes widened.
“…Big sisters.”
Then, in a trembling voice:
“Are you serious right now?”