Mature Content Warning: This chapter is filled with mature, immature, content. Lots of obscene language and abundance use of the term 'manwhore.' Due to the terrible writing and crude humor this story is not suitable for anyone. Also, I did a terrible thing to the theme song from Dragonball Z Kai. Enjoy!

Author's Notes: mauahahauhauhahahahahuauah. Seriously though, there is nothing serious about this story. I blame the caffeine. Once I've got twenty or thirty chapters done, I might rewrite this with more depth, but right now it's just a manwhore trying to be an author through mastering the power of his penis. Simple, and to the point... right?

Also, I challenge you to sing along with the song below, if you know the English version theme song from Dragonball Z Kai. Go ahead, sing it loud... sing it proud..

Mysteries abound, made of a perve energy (energy),

Foes all around,

But I will go pantsless and free,

I'll give you cock, you give me gold, that's how we'll live (that's how we'll live),

My cour-age won't fade, if you pay upfront my penis will al-ways win.

I will fight for love and glory; I will fuck all the pussy! There is nothing I can't hump through, even if I’m limp; I will rise again!

Bum ba, bumpa buuuh!

Don't stop, don't stop, we’ve got to fuck now, don't stop there's so much pus-sy to be pound,

I can put it in your ass, all you have to do is give me gold,

Ho! Give me goooo-oold! GIMME GOLD!!! (GOLD!!!)

Chapter 4: Smasher of Dreams

It was said that in days of old, men were manlier than the manliest of women. It had been many hard and disturbing years since such a man walked the Summer Isles. Today, such a man did walk, in fact he strutted along.

“Oi! Look, the whores are on parade!” said a man running a food stall. A crowd of people immediately gathered to witness the spectacle.

Leading the group on a short walk through town, Madam Anika called out to her whores. “Step, step, now to the left. Step, step, now to the right.”

Scott and his buxom squad members were going to the monk guild for proper training in the art of unarmed combat. Since the life of a whore often includes moments where they are not exactly equipped with high-end combat equipment, unarmed combat was an absolutely vital skill.

The whores marched down the thoroughfare, a crowd following in their wake. Soon, music began to play and a festival atmosphere sprang up all around them.

“Hey and ho there, it’s time for a fair!” cried one man selling flowers.

“Come near, come from afar, come and watch our horny stars!” called out a woman selling fish.

The whores were in high spirits as their profession was actually quite respected in this town. Unlike prudish real world countries, a man or woman who happily banged your brains out was not only popular, but respected. Of course, that might have also been because the whores would beat the snot out of you if you stiffed them monetarily.

“Who are we!” cried out Madam Anika.

“Whores!” replied the slut squad.

“What kind of whores!”

“Sexy whores, hooah!”

Scott tried not to laugh as the underwear clad sex workers strutted down the street while keeping perfect marching rhythm. Most of the week had been spent in training. They trained their minds, bodies, and spirits. This was not even the first time that they had marched through the streets. People seemed to hang around waiting for the whore parade, as it was called; it was quite the daily event.

When they arrived at the monk guild they were dismissed and went to find their individual instructors. Each monk instructor spent time with a single whore, for the purposes of training and because of the specific type of payment that the guild teachers received.

Scott bowed to his instructor, Asuna. She was a raven haired beauty. She possessed incredible physicality and proportions. Most people in this game world possessed such bodies, of course.

“Greetings, Master Asuna.” said Scott politely.

“Good morning, disciple. Are you ready for training?” She placed her hands upon her curvaceous hips, and then smirked.

Scott inclined his head. “Please take care of me.”

She rolled her eyes then smiled. “Cut the false humility crap and let’s go train.”

“Works for me.” Scott followed Asuna into the guild, and then out of the back door. She liked to train in a separate area from normal. This was mostly due to the perverted male monks who always peeped at her sweat drenched, and glistening body.

Asuna quickly stripped her robes away, and stood wearing little more than her surprisingly lacey panties. She had on a set of boots and gloves.

“Alright, whore. Today we are going to work on your grappling skills.” She knelt down on the ground on all fours then made a gesture for him to move forward.

Scott mounted her, as was appropriate for training. She instructed him on how to control her head and torso with proper arm placement for a while. Whenever he managed to roll her over, or force her to the ground, she would pat him on the thighs as a signal to release her.

After doing that for a while, they switched positions and she forced him to the ground. This allowed him two things. One, it taught him what that sort of hold felt like. The second thing was the allowance of feeling her sexy body rubbing up against him.

They practiced take down maneuvers and joint locks next. The time flew by as Scott trained in the art of hand to hand combat with his absurdly attractive instructor. Lunch came and went, and then the afternoon training session started.

Scott was forced to withstand dozens of attacks from his instructor. This was not punishment, but a necessary evil. He needed to develop his internal fortitude and acquire a few needed combat skills. If his special weapon was to ever be useful, it needed to be able to withstand many types of force in the world.

Smacking someone around with your dick might sound hilarious, until you realize that it is still a dick. He had used his penile mastery skill a few times to try and develop his weapon mastery, but extending it out and slapping targets had hurt a lot.

Asuna kicked him in the testicles with brutal force and he fell to the ground. “Still, weak there. We’ll have to try again tomorrow.”

Scott whimpered and nodded his head. She had hurt his precious... but he would persevere. The epic training had to continue.

“I suppose that is enough for today. Let’s get cleaned up and you can pay me for my services.”

“Sounds good to me, master.”

The twenty year old master monk smirked again then tossed her hair over her head. “I’ve never seen anyone so eager to pay a debt.”

“If all debt collectors looked like you, it might become a trend.”

She laughed at him, causing her mighty breasts to jiggle in intriguing ways. “Stop trying to seduce me with your whorish ways, manwhore.”

“But, I’m so pretty...”

She snorted at him then waved him off. “To the baths with you, lecherous whore. I have to attend to a few things.”

Scott laughed then wandered off to get cleaned up. They had to go watch the sun set, and gossip. The poor girl, she had no one to talk to at the guild since everyone was either a student or a perverted master. While the other whores were plying their trade, Scott made a sexy new friend and worked on developing his communication skills.

Plus, she always bought dinner. Free food definitely worked wonders. But first, he had to go soak his balls in hot water. It came as no surprise to Scott a few days earlier, when he learned that her official title as a master monk was Asuna the Dream Smasher!