Mature Content Warning: This story is stupid, and this chapter is filled with stupid things. It uses the word manwhore a lot, and includes scenes of penile manipulation. If mature content infuriates you, please do not read. Thank you.

Author's Note: I will remind everyone that this story is meant to be stupid in nature. It is just for laughs.

Chapter 3: Fruit of Legend

The sun beat down mercilessly. The scents and sounds of city-life rarely intruded upon him, but Scott knew that there had to be a world beyond these harlot halls. He had been in training for a full week at this point, and had never so much as seen a vagina. What kind of manwhore does not actually whore?

Currently, he was working on his special skill acquisition. Gaining the manwhore class had automatically granted three skills, but they were only useful for negotiation and subverting the senses. A manwhore had to be able to protect his nuts when the chips were down or something like that.

“Again! Put your hip into it more. Be sure to use the muscles of your thighs and ass!” Madam Anika was in fine form today. Of course, her form was always fine, but that was a distraction that Scott could not afford to notice. She beat him lovingly whenever he allowed his eyes to linger upon her porcelain skin, jet black hair, soft pouty lips, and cleavage that you could hold a New York City parade in.

“Yes, Mama Anika!” Scot leapt up into the air once more, then swiveled his hips in a sudden motion. His penis whipped out with violent force and struck the padded bar. How such a ridiculous attack was supposed to do damage to anything but his self-respect was beyond him, but he did it anyway because it was pretty damned fun.

“No, no no. Your form is all wrong. Is it because you have such a small weapon?” The boss lady considered that possibility for a moment.

“I’ve never had any complaints.”

She smirked at him. “That you know of... “

Scott could not argue with that logic. “Well, it’s not like I can trade it in for a bigger, sportier, model.”

“Oh ho ho ho ho ho!” Madam Anika raised one gloved hand to her chin and her eyes began to sparkle.

Scott’s eyes widened. “Mama, I’m scared!”

She laughed again then made an imperious gesture. “I had intended to allow you to try this at your graduation, but I see that you will need to acquire it early.”

“What is it that I am acquiring?”

Anika moved her hands forward and made a gesture. An inventory screen appeared. Scott’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “You’re a player?”

She quirked an eyebrow at him then grinned slyly. “You really didn’t know?”

He shook his head and she laughed. “Everyone who works here is a player. That’s why we have the most successful brothel in the country.”

“Wow, how come you had so much trouble getting a manwhore then?”

“What man comes onto a VR game and wants to be a whore?”

Scott laughed at his silly question. It was true. Few men would want to be whores if they could be heroes and villains. He certainly did not want to be one.

“Well, since you’re dedicated to the arts of being a manwhore; I can finally give you this special item. You have to promise to join this guild, though.”

“This is a guild?”

“Yes, it’s a guild! Have you even seen a customer here?”

“I figured it was outcall only.”

Madam Anika laughed beautifully. “Well, that is certainly how the business works. We have a tavern that we open on the weekends for private members. We perform erotic shows, and sometimes the patrons pay an absurdly high price to take one of our guild members to a champagne room.”

“Can your girls say no?”

“Of course, that’s why I made a guild around this business. An NPC might do it because she has to, according to programming. A player can say no. They still need to pay their guild dues monthly, however, so they need to at least earn money dancing.”

“I’m not trying to be nosey, but does a lot of money flow through here?”

The buxom madam laughed once more. “We do quite well, quite well indeed.”

Scott sighed. It sounded like a pretty sweet gig for the girls. He was not as interested in being a fat woman’s sextoy, so he would have to decline her offer. “It sounds like a great gig, but I don’t know if the legendary art of manwhoring is really for me.”

“Nonsense! You are a manwhore if I ever saw one. You should have realized it by now, but that class is not what you might have thought initially.”

“That’s probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” replied Scott honestly.

“You are just adorable! Anyway, most of our guild members travel around the world whoring their way through random adventures. There are a lot of combat skills in the trade. You can also learn normal combat arts and magic since those are not restricted.”

“We can learn magic?”

“It’s part of the mystery that is being a whore. Your professional skills are designed to create a fantasy. Illusion and mental manipulation are the easiest to learn, but there is no real restriction. We don’t discriminate like other types of professions. A warrior might be required to abstain from magic for purity reasons, and a monk might have a restriction not to wear heavy armor. It depends on the class.”

“Interesting...”

“Isn’t it? We’re mercenaries of love... taking what we want and leaving behind a wet spot and a smile.”

“Mercenary lovers, huh? Interesting indeed.”

Anika laughed lustily. Pretty much anything she did was performed lustily. “Anyway, eat this piece of fruit and you’ll obtain the power that you need.”

Scott took the fruit and looked at it.

Peen-Peen fruit

A legendary demon fruit found only on an island that contains a gateway to hell. Guarded by demons, this fruit is extremely hard to come by.

It is said that eating this fruit will grant a man the greatest power in the universe.

“Sounds familiar... too bad you only have one piece of it.” Scott had a strong suspicion about what this piece of fruit would do to him.

“One piece is all it takes...” Anika smirked at him. The irony of the fruit had amused her as well. She obviously knew of the reference.

Scott bit into the bitter tasting pear-like fruit. It was like someone had combined ten lemons and a watermelon to make this thing. It was a truly strange flavor. He ate the small fruit then waited to see what happens.

*Ding!*

You have eaten the demonic Peen-Peen fruit!

Due to the incredible properties of this magical fruit, you have acquired an amazing new power!

Penile Mastery [Beginner] Level 1 (0.00%)

The power to will your penis into different size and shapes. Higher levels of skill will allow you to manipulate it like a third limb.

Your Stats have increased!

Vitality +5

Agility + 5

“Seriously?” said Scott.

He stared at the screen then realized something even more bizarre. “There’s no mana cost?”

Madam Anika laughed. “Silly manwhore, it’s not a spell. It is a weapon mastery!”

Scott blinked then looked down at his penis. His penis wiggled a little then bent upward toward him as though it were trying to see him as well. “Neat.”