Mila slumped against Shabi's chest, still trembling from her orgasm, her heavy breasts pressed to his skin, leaking milk in slow, warm rivulets that trickled down his stomach. Her pussy lips were puffy and flushed, slick with her release and clinging to his fingers even after he pulled them free. The sweet, creamy scent of her milk mixed with the tangy musk of her arousal hung thick in the air.
Shabi stared at the three women who had gathered closer—now only a few meters away—watching with wide, hungry eyes. The second cowkin had even bigger tits than Mila, straining against a low-cut blouse that was already damp at the nipples. The fox-eared girl's tail swished rapidly, her skirt hiked up as she rubbed her thighs together. The elf stood tall and elegant, but her pointed ears were flushed red, and one hand had slipped between her legs under her flowing dress.
Public.
Day one.
And they were all staring like he was the main course at a buffet.
Shabi grinned, the kind of stupid, disbelieving grin that only a man who'd just died and woken up in pussy heaven could manage.
"Well… hi, ladies," he said, waving his cum-and-slick-coated fingers like he was greeting neighbors. "Name's Li Shabi. Idiot extraordinaire. Just got isekai'd. Don't mind the mess—I seem to have started the harem without reading the manual."
Mila lifted her head slowly, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. "He… he made me cum… in front of everyone…" Her voice was soft, almost reverent. "It felt so good…"
The big-titted cowkin stepped forward first, licking her lips. "I'm Rena. Sister to Mila. Please… can I feel it too? My breasts have been so full lately… aching…"
Shabi's cock—still rock-hard and glistening—twitched at the word "full." He looked down at Mila, then back at Rena.
"Uh… sure? I mean, if you're offering. Truck-kun didn't leave me an instruction booklet, but I'm a quick learner."
Mila giggled weakly, sliding off his lap to sit on the grass beside him. Her skirt stayed hiked up, pussy still on full display, cum and squirt dripping down her thighs. She reached up and tugged at Shabi's hand.
"Come. The village square is this way. Everyone should… meet you properly."
Shabi blinked. "Everyone? Like… the whole village?"
Rena nodded eagerly, already unbuttoning her blouse as she walked. "Yes. The curse broke the moment your seed touched the land. We all felt it. A heat. A need. We've waited so long…"
The fox girl—Kira, she introduced herself with a playful tail flick—grinned, showing sharp little canines. "I want to chase you later. But first… I want to watch you claim more."
The elf—Lira—just watched silently, but her breathing was quick, nipples visibly hard through her sheer dress.
Shabi stood, naked, cock bobbing proudly, covered in Mila's juices. He looked around at the four beautiful monster girls now circling him like moths to a flame.
"Alright then," he said, voice cracking only a little. "Lead the way, cow sluts. Let's go introduce me to the neighborhood."
The walk to the village square took five minutes.
Five minutes of pure, shameless teasing.
Mila walked on his left, blouse still open, breasts bouncing freely, milk occasionally dripping from her nipples onto the dirt path. Rena walked on his right, blouse fully unbuttoned now, massive tits swaying, dark areolas wide and leaking steadily. Kira darted ahead and behind, tail brushing his ass, occasionally reaching out to stroke his cock with her fluffy tail tip. Lira trailed behind, elegant and silent, but every few steps she'd let her dress slip off one shoulder, exposing a pale, perfect breast.
Villagers—dozens of them—emerged from houses and fields as they passed. Cowkins, foxkins, elf maidens, even a few petite fairy-like girls fluttering above. All women. All staring. All flushed.
By the time they reached the central square—a wide cobblestone area with a stone well, market stalls, and a large wooden platform—nearly the entire village had gathered. Fifty, sixty women. All beautiful. All horny.
Shabi stopped in the middle of the square, surrounded.
He looked at Mila and Rena. "So… how do we do this?"
Rena answered by dropping to her knees right there, in front of everyone. She cupped her enormous breasts and lifted them toward him.
"Please," she begged softly. "Milk me. Like you did my sister. In front of them all."
Shabi's throat went dry.
He knelt in front of her, hands shaking only a little as he took those massive tits in his palms. They overflowed his grip—he squeezed gently at first, then harder.
Milk sprayed out in thick white streams—pssshhh-pssshhh—splashing across his chest, his face, the cobblestones. Rena moaned loudly, head falling back, horns glinting in the sun.
The crowd gasped. Some women touched themselves openly. Others whispered, eyes wide.
Shabi leaned in, latched onto one leaking nipple, and sucked hard.
Sweet. Rich. Addictive.
Rena cried out, hips bucking. "Yes—drink—drink from your cow whore—!"
Shabi switched nipples, hands kneading, milking her in rhythmic squeezes. Milk poured down his chin, soaked his chest, pooled on the stones. He pulled back just long enough to growl:
"Look at these fat udders leaking for me already. You've been saving all this milk for three hundred years, haven't you? Waiting for a cock like mine to come drain you dry."
Rena whimpered. "Yes—yes—drain me—claim me—!"
Shabi slid one hand down her body, under her skirt, and shoved three fingers straight into her dripping cunt.
Schlick-schlick-schlick.
She was even tighter than Mila—walls clamping desperately. He finger-fucked her hard and fast, thumb mashing her clit, while his mouth returned to her nipple, sucking greedily.
Rena came almost instantly.
Her pussy gushed—pssshhh—squirting across the cobblestones in a messy arc. Milk sprayed wildly from both breasts. She screamed, body shaking, tail thrashing.
The crowd erupted in soft moans and whispers.
Shabi pulled his fingers free, coated in her cream, and held them up like a trophy.
"Who's next?" he asked the village, voice rough with lust and disbelief. "Line up, ladies. Your idiot farmer's open for business."
Mila crawled forward on all fours, breasts dragging on the ground, still leaking. She nuzzled his thigh.
"Please… more… I want your cock now… in front of everyone…"
Shabi looked down at her, then at the sea of flushed faces, hard nipples, wandering hands.
He grinned.
"Truck-kun… you beautiful, murderous son of a bitch."