Mature Content Warning: The word Manwhore comes up a lot. Adult-oriented language is used in general. If you are offended by immature adult content, please don't read this.

Author's Note: It has begun! I can honestly say, I think his class is unique.

Chapter 2: Legendary Manwhore Student

So, it had come to this. A man, bereft of all but his tidy-whitey underwear had come to the one place left in town that he might be able to find a job. Albione had recently been overrun by the worst sort of asshole, the teenage kind. Now, do not misunderstand. Teenagers can be wonderful people. Especially, the legally adult female type of teenager.

However, when school let out for summer vacation there would always be a flock of newly eighteen year old people who had a lot of free time. They tended to spend it doing things like playing VR games meant for mature audiences, since they were officially mature now. like, for real yo.

As such, Albione had been overrun by a bunch of Noobs who wanted to find work. The new players came in waves and Scott was currently in the middle of a Noob-wave of epic proportions. In short, there was little work to find in this town.

However, there was one place. Yes, one place that he might have a chance. At least, it was the only place that he had not tried.

Scott looked at the sign on the front of the door.

Wanted: Experienced Manwhore

Earn Fantastic Commissions!

Enjoy Flexible Hours!

Excellent Health Benefits and Free Dental insurance!

Inquire Within

“I don’t want to be a manwhore, but they might have some other work.”

Scott walked into the Pink Sugar Hostel and spoke with the door man. “Hey, are you hiring?”

The man looked Scott up and down then shrugged. “I just work here. You’ll want to talk Madam Anika.”

“Sounds good, where can I find her?”

“She’s probably putting the girls through their paces out back.”

“Can I go find here?”

The strangely professional looking man shrugged again. “Sure, but if you do anything else, you’ll be beat to death. This is a private hostel, and you are not a member.”

“Right, I gotcha.” Scott took the warning seriously. This sort of place no doubt had a large number of goons ready to turn his level one ass into a pretzel.

Scott wandered through the dimly lit corridors, and noted that for a supposed brothel, the place was clean and devoid of people. It was not until he found a door leading to the back of the building that he finally understood.

A loud crack of a whip echoed through the training yard. A woman in a blood red corset whipped the air while several nearly naked women jogged around a track.

“Faster sluts, move faster! Double-time is the only time!”

The various sluts continued to run around the track for several minutes while the whip-wielding woman harassed them ceaselessly. When they finally stopped, the local whores gathered into a squad formation and answered "Yes, Mama Anika!” every time she asked a question.

“Whores, dismissed!”

The girls fell out of formation then started to chat merrily with each other. Scott took it all in for a moment then shook his head. That was still not the strangest thing that he had ever seen in his life.

“Who are you?” asked Madam Anika while walking toward Scott, whip at the ready.

“Hello Madam. I came to seek employment if you have any.”

Her eyes immediately lit up with an inner fire that was hard to ignore. “Finally, a manwhore! You’re hired!”

“What? No, I didn’t mean...!” began Scott, but a loud dinging sound interrupted him.

You have been granted the special class: Manwhore

The manwhore is time-honored class that few people have the intestinal fortitude to undertake. After being hired by Madam Anika you have been granted access to that ancient tradition.

Vitality + 10

Charisma +10

You have acquired new skills:

Show me the money! [Beginner] Level 1 (0.00%)

The power of a manwhore lies in their strong talent for negotiation. Always get the money first, and never let them kiss you on the mouth.

Improves negotiation capacity by 5% when discussing monetary matters.

Pleasant Conversationalist [Beginner] Level 1 (0.00%)

A manwhore’s bread and butter is not their face or form, but their ability to enflame the senses.

+4 Charisma for ten minutes.

Aura of Sensuality [Beginner] Level 1 (0.00%)

Enrapture your enemies and lovers alike with your passionate aura of sensuality!

Area of effect varies with level. There is a 5% chance that anyone who gazes upon you will fall hopelessly in lust with you.

“Good, good. Let us get to work. You seem to need lots of training, manwhore. Come with Madam Anika.” The gorgeous woman whipped her whip around the flabbergasted man and pulled him along.

They walked to the center of the training area once more. “Your contract will be month to month. After one month, if you wish to leave my employ I cannot stop you. However, during that month you will be properly trained for service!”

“I didn’t want to be a manwh--!” Scott tried to tell her that he had no interest in being some fat woman’s sex toy, but the beautiful madam cut him off.

“Do not be scared my pretty one; it is ok. Madam Anika is here for you.” She cooed at the man gently and Scott suddenly felt better about the situation.

You have been seduced by a master of seduction. You are paralyzed with lust for two minutes.

Scott froze up, but felt like he was on fire. The Madam began to walk around him in a circle. She made curious noises now and then while admiring his physique.

“Yes, yes... you will do. Unfortunately, you are quite weak. We will need to train your body and spirit before you can become a true manwhore.”

This was not exactly the hardcore legend that Scott had wanted to create! What was with this forced conscription? There had to be something illegal about this!

“I think, yes... We should build up your vitality first. Manwhore, you will run!”

Scott blinked at her. The paralysis had begun to wear off. She expected him to run with no shoes on?

Anika lashed her whip out casually and tagged him on the ass. Scott yelped loudly. The pain was all too real. “I said run, manwhore!”

Scott took off like a shot, and the good madam casually chased after him. Whenever he slowed down she would whip him across the ass for motivation. Each time he would yelp, but move a little faster.

“Faster, manwhore. You must be faster!”

“Yes, Mama Anika!”

“Oh ho ho ho ho! You learn quickly my pretty little slut.”

Scott tried to fight back the tears, but they came anyway. His salty manwhore tears would not be denied.

Thus did his epic training begin, perhaps he could have beat upon a scarecrow? He will never know, for now his legendary journey had begun. Strangely, he did not log out and start over after achieving this rare class. Yes, strange indeed.