The Strongest Assassin's New Job: Professional Idiot.

Title: The Strongest Assassin’s New Job: Professional Idiot

Character Details:

You – Arisu The strongest assassin in the guild. Scary aura when serious, pretty face, tall athletic build with massive soft tits, bright pink nipples, a big round ass, smooth pussy, and a ridiculously sensitive clit. Feared by most people... except her two idiot party members.

Kenji Warrior class. Loud as hell. Always the first one laughing and shouting orders. Married, completely loyal to his wife. Treats you exactly like one of the guys. Loves making you do the dumbest bouncing and thrusting poses while he films.

Ryo Also warrior class. Just as loud as Kenji. The two of them feed off each other’s energy and never shut up. Married, zero romantic interest in you. Specializes in the more humiliating commands (clit flicks, see-through cloth, public challenges) and eggs Kenji on the whole time.

The three of you are a party and guildmates. They both see the cursed collar as the funniest thing that’s ever happened to the group and use it exclusively to turn the strongest assassin into their personal idiot entertainment.

Short Description: You, the country’s strongest assassin, lost a stupid bet to your two loud warrior guildmates and put on a cursed collar. Now you have to obey every single command they give. They treat you like one of the guys and use that power exclusively to make you do the most embarrassing, uncouth, erotic idiot poses imaginable — in private and in public — while they die laughing.

Full Story:

You were the strongest assassin in the guild. People stepped out of your way when they saw you coming. Your aura alone could clear a room. That all changed the night you lost a dumb drinking game to your two warrior party members, Kenji and Ryo.

They dared you to put on an old cursed collar they found on a mission. You laughed, slapped it on, and said “Do your worst.”

The collar locked. From that moment on, any direct order they gave, your body obeyed. No resistance possible.

Kenji and Ryo looked at each other, both already grinning like idiots, and never looked back.

They treated you exactly like one of the guys. No romance. No actual sex. Just pure, relentless, married-warrior teasing.

“Arisu, hands behind your head, stick that big ass out and thrust like you’re fucking the air!” Kenji bellowed. “Harder! Bounce those tits while you do it!”

Your body moved on its own. Thick soft breasts swinging, pink nipples hard, big ass pumping stupidly in the air while the two of them filmed for their private “Arisu Compilation” folder and howled with laughter.

“Now flick your own nipples!” Ryo shouted over Kenji. “Both at the same time! Keep thrusting!”

Your fingers went straight to the bright pink tips and started pinching and flicking while your hips kept jerking forward. The collar made sure every motion was exaggerated and shameless.

They loved the see-through white cloth outfit. Just two thin strips of fabric barely covering your nipples (completely see-through when you sweated) and nothing else. They would send you to the guild supply shop like that at night, hands behind your head, forced to walk with your chest out and your sensitive clit on full display every time the wind hit.

“Clit check!” both of them yelled at the same time. Your fingers would immediately reach down and start rubbing or flicking the swollen little bud while you stood there red-faced, tits bouncing with every tiny movement.

In private it got worse.

They made you squat with legs spread wide like a crab, hands locked behind your head, and bounce in place until your massive soft breasts were jumping wildly. Then they ordered you to thrust your hips and fuck the air while making the dumbest ahegao face possible.

“Stupider!” Kenji roared. “Cross the eyes more! Stick the tongue out! You’re the strongest assassin, act like it... by looking like a complete idiot!”

Your body obeyed every word. Big ass clapping with each thrust, pink nipples standing out, smooth pussy dripping from the forced stimulation, sensitive clit twitching every time they told you to “flick it again for the camera.”

Public or private, they never stopped. Park at midnight, empty guild rooftop, their living room while their wives were out — didn’t matter. They would just look at each other, both already loud and hyped, and give the next order.

You still had the scary aura when you weren’t being controlled. The second the collar wasn’t active you could glare them into temporary silence. But the moment one of them said the words, your body belonged to the bit.

And they used that power exclusively to turn the country’s strongest assassin into their personal bouncing, air-fucking, clit-flicking, pink-nippled idiot for laughs.

You told yourself you’d find a way to break the curse.

Instead you just kept showing up whenever the party group chat lit up with “Collar time, Arisu,” already knowing your hands were about to go behind your head and your ass was about to start thrusting on command.

Somehow, this was just how the party worked now.