Li Shabi was just an ordinary guy from Beijing.
Twenty-eight years old, office worker, stuck in the daily grind of long hours and endless overtime.
He had no girlfriend, no excitement in life, and he was still a virgin.
That evening, he was walking home after another late night at work.
He stopped in the middle of the road to check a message on his phone.
A truck lost control.
The horn blared. Tires screeched.
Then darkness.
When he woke up, he was lying on soft grass under a clear blue sky.
Birds were singing. A warm breeze blew across his skin.
He sat up slowly and realized he was completely naked.
His body felt the same, but somehow stronger, more alive.
No pain. No injuries.
He looked around. Endless green fields. In the distance, a small village with thatched roofs and wooden fences.
He stood up, trying to cover himself with his hands, and started walking toward the houses.
As he got closer, people noticed him.
Women. Only women.
No men anywhere.
Young girls, mature women, tall ones, short ones, humans, elves with pointed ears, fox girls with fluffy tails, and one cow-eared woman carrying two buckets of milk.
The cow-eared woman saw him first.
She was tall, curvy, with brown ears, small horns, and a long swishing tail.
Her breasts were huge — easily the biggest he had ever seen — and milk was already leaking through her thin white dress, making the fabric cling to her skin and show her dark nipples clearly.
The buckets slipped from her hands. Milk splashed everywhere.
Her tail shot straight up.
Her eyes locked on him like she had seen a miracle.
"A man…" she whispered.
Then louder, "A real man!"
The word spread like fire.
Women stopped what they were doing. Tools dropped. Conversations ended.
They all stared at Shabi — mostly at his hardening cock.
The cow-woman ran to him.
Her massive breasts bounced wildly with every step, spraying milk in little arcs.
She stopped right in front of him, breathing fast.
Up close, she smelled sweet, like fresh cream and warm skin.
"I'm Mila," she said, voice trembling. "The village hunter. We haven't seen a man in three hundred years. The curse took them all. Please… tell me you're real."
Shabi swallowed. "I'm Li Shabi. I… I think I got hit by a truck. I woke up here. What is this place?"
Mila didn't answer with words.
She grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him deeply.
Her lips were soft and hungry. Her tongue pushed into his mouth.
Shabi felt her huge breasts press against his chest, warm milk soaking into his skin.
His cock jumped to full hardness, pressing against her soft stomach.
When she pulled back, her eyes were glassy with need.
"Your name… Shabi," she said. "It has 'bī' in it. Pussy. You're our idiot… our perfect Shabi."
Shabi gave a shaky laugh. "Back home it just means idiot. But if that gets me kisses like that, I'll take it."
Mila dropped to her knees right there in the open village square.
Dozens of women watched, some already touching themselves under their skirts.
She wrapped her hand around his cock and licked slowly from base to tip.
Shabi groaned. His knees almost buckled.
"People are watching," he said weakly.
"Let them," Mila whispered. "They need to see. They need to know what a real man feels like."
She took him into her mouth. Deep. Warm. Wet.
Her tongue swirled. She moaned around him like he tasted better than anything in the world.
Drool ran down her chin and dripped onto her leaking breasts.
After a minute she pulled off, gasping.
She stood, turned, and walked to the big wooden notice board in the center of the square.
She lifted her dress over her hips. No panties.
Her pussy was already pink and glistening, dripping down her thick thighs.
"Please, Shabi," she said loudly enough for everyone to hear. "Finger me. Finger your cow slut right here in front of the whole village."
Shabi stepped behind her.
He slid two fingers into her hot, tight heat.
She cried out and pushed back against his hand.
He pumped slowly at first, then faster, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot inside.
His thumb rubbed her swollen clit in firm circles.
Mila's legs trembled.
Her pussy got wetter and wetter. Loud wet sounds filled the air.
Milk sprayed from her nipples in thick streams, soaking the ground.
"Look at them watching," Shabi said in her ear, voice low and rough. "Your whole village is staring at my fingers buried in your dripping cunt. You love being my public whore, don't you?"
"Yes!" Mila moaned. "I love it! I'm your filthy cow! Make me cum, Shabi!"
He went harder.
Her body tensed.
Then she exploded.
Her pussy clenched around his fingers like a vice.
Clear squirt shot out around his hand.
And then hot golden piss followed, strong streams mixing with her squirt, splashing against the notice board and running down the wood in steaming rivers.
Women gasped. Some knelt closer. One touched the puddle and licked her fingers.
Mila shook violently. "I'm pissing… while cumming… on your fingers… it feels so good…"
Shabi pulled his fingers free. They were soaked with her juices and piss.
He brought them to her lips. She sucked them clean eagerly, eyes rolling back.
Then she bent over the board again, ass high, pussy presented.
"Fuck me now," she begged. "Breed your cow slut. Claim me in front of everyone."
Shabi didn't hesitate.
He lined up and thrust in hard.
Mila screamed in pleasure.
He fucked her fast and deep.
Her ass jiggled with every slap of his hips.
Her pussy turned puffy and red from the rough pounding, swollen lips gripping his cock tightly.
Creamy juices coated him, dripping in thick strings every time he pulled back.
"Take your idiot's cock," he growled. "This pussy belongs to Shabi now."
"Yes! Fill me! Breed me! Make me your pregnant whore!"
He slammed in one last time.
He came hard, flooding her with thick ropes of cum.
It overflowed immediately, running down her thighs in white streams.
When he pulled out, her pussy stayed open for a moment — red, swollen, gaping slightly, cum bubbling out and mixing with the piss puddle below.
Mila sank to her knees, turned, and licked his cock clean, tongue swirling over every inch.
She looked up at him with pure worship.
"Welcome home, Shabi. Your first pussy. Your first piss slut."
The square erupted in cheers and moans.
Women pressed closer, eyes hungry.
One stepped forward shyly. "My turn… please?"
Shabi looked up at the sky and smiled.
"Thanks, Truck-kun. You didn't kill me. You gave me paradise."
**To be continued…**
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