Li Shabi trudged out of the office building at 8:47 PM, tie already loosened, the cheap polyester shirt sticking to his back from another twelve-hour shift of spreadsheets and passive-aggressive WeChat messages from his boss. Twenty-eight years old, still living in a shoebox apartment in Beijing's outer ring, still single, still a virgin. The highlight of his day had been the vending machine giving him an extra bottle of iced tea for free.
He stopped at the crosswalk, pulled out his phone to check if that new harem isekai chapter had dropped yet. The light was red. He didn't notice the truck.
It came barreling down the intersection—brakes screeching too late, horn blaring like an afterthought. Shabi looked up just in time to see the grille filling his vision.
Impact.
Black.
When the world came back, it wasn't pain or sirens. It was birdsong. Warm sunlight on his face. Soft grass under his naked back.
Naked.
He sat up so fast his head spun.
No clothes. No phone. No truck wreckage. Just a wide meadow bordered by ancient-looking trees, flowers the size of dinner plates, and a gentle breeze that smelled like fresh bread and… something sweeter, muskier.
"What the fu—" He cupped his crotch on instinct, then froze. His dick felt… bigger? Thicker? He glanced down. Yeah. Definitely upgraded. "Truck-kun, you magnificent bastard. If this is reincarnation, I'm not complaining."
A soft rustle came from the tall grass to his left.
Out stepped a woman.
She was… bovine. Not in a bad way—gloriously so. Tall, easily 175 cm, with creamy skin that glowed in the sunlight. Long chestnut hair fell in thick waves down her back, two small curved horns peeking through like polished amber. Her ears were floppy cow ears, twitching at every sound. And her body—
Gods.
Massive breasts strained against a simple white linen blouse that was clearly several sizes too small, the top three buttons undone to reveal deep cleavage and the faint outline of dark areolas. Her waist cinched in before flaring into wide hips and thick thighs that rubbed together as she walked. A short skirt barely covered her ass, and a fluffy cow tail swished behind her, tipped with a tuft of white fur. Between her legs, visible when the breeze lifted the hem, a neat triangle of soft brown pubic hair framed plump, pinkish-brown pussy lips already glistening faintly.
She stopped ten meters away, nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply. Her big brown eyes widened.
"You… smell like male," she breathed, voice soft and melodic with a faint moo-like lilt at the end of sentences. "Real male."
Shabi blinked. "Uh… hi? I'm Li Shabi. People call me Shabi. Which means idiot. Fitting, right?"
She took a hesitant step closer, tail flicking nervously. "I am Mila. Cowkin. This village… we have no males. For three hundred years. The curse of the Silent Goddess. No seed. No children. Only women."
Shabi's cock—already half-hard from the view—jumped to full attention. "Three hundred… no dicks at all? Like, zero? Ever?"
Mila nodded slowly, eyes locked on his erection. "We have heard stories. Myths. That one day a male would come. And… claim us."
Shabi laughed, a little hysterically. "Truck-kun, you absolute legend. Dropped me buck-naked in pussy paradise and gave me a busty cow girl on day one. I owe you one, bro."
Mila tilted her head, ears twitching. "You speak strangely. But your scent… it makes my body hot. My breasts ache. My… lower place weeps."
She took another step. Then another. Until she stood right in front of him, close enough that he could see the faint freckles across her collarbone, the way her nipples poked visibly through the thin fabric, already beading with tiny drops of milk.
Shabi swallowed hard. "So… uh… what now?"
Mila reached out, trembling fingers brushing his chest. "I want to feel you. Please. I've waited my whole life."
Shabi's brain short-circuited. Then rebooted on pure instinct.
He grabbed her wrist gently, pulled her down to straddle his lap. She gasped but didn't resist—her thick thighs spread wide around his hips, skirt riding up to expose everything. Her pussy lips parted slightly against his shaft, hot and slick, coating him in warm wetness.
"Fuck," he muttered. "You're soaked already."
Mila whimpered, rocking her hips instinctively. "It's never been like this… so full… so needy…"
Shabi slid one hand up under her blouse, cupping a massive breast. It overflowed his palm—soft, heavy, warm. He squeezed gently. Milk beaded at the nipple instantly, dripping down his fingers.
Mila moaned, head falling back. "Ahh… yes… milk for you…"
He leaned in, took the leaking nipple into his mouth, and sucked.
Sweet. Thick. Warm. Like vanilla cream with a hint of salt.
Mila cried out, hips grinding harder against his cock. "Please… touch me… down there…"
Shabi didn't hesitate.
He slipped his free hand between her thighs, fingers sliding through soft pubic hair to find her clit—swollen, throbbing. He circled it slowly at first, then faster, while his other hand kneaded her breast, milking more drops into his mouth.
Mila's moans grew louder, tail thrashing. "Ah—ah—Shabi—more—inside—"
He pushed two fingers into her dripping cunt.
Schlick.
She was tight, hot, walls fluttering around his digits like they were starving. He curled them, stroking her front wall while his thumb kept working her clit.
Mila bucked, breasts bouncing heavily. Milk sprayed in thin arcs from both nipples now, soaking her blouse and his chest. "Yes—yes—there—don't stop—!"
People were watching.
Shabi glanced over her shoulder. Three more women had appeared at the edge of the meadow—another cowkin with even bigger tits, a petite fox-eared girl, a tall elf with pointed ears—all staring with wide eyes, hands pressed between their own thighs.
Public.
Day one.
And he didn't stop.
He finger-fucked Mila harder, three fingers now, curling and thrusting while his mouth switched to the other nipple, sucking greedily. Milk flooded his tongue. Mila's pussy gushed around his hand—pssshhh—squirting in short bursts that soaked his wrist and the grass.
"Cum for me, cow slut," he growled against her breast, voice rough with lust and disbelief. "Cum on my fingers in front of your whole damn village. Show them what a needy bitch you are for the first dick in three centuries."
Mila shattered.
Her back arched, tail stiffening, a long moo-like cry tearing from her throat. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers like a vice, gushing more slick in rhythmic pulses. Milk sprayed wildly from her nipples, drenching them both.
Shabi kept stroking her through it, drawing out every tremor until she collapsed against him, panting, trembling.
He pulled his fingers free—coated in her cream—and brought them to her lips.
"Clean them."
Mila obeyed instantly, sucking his fingers deep, tongue swirling, eyes glassy with submission and bliss.
The watching women stepped closer, whispering, touching themselves.
Shabi looked up at the sky, grinning like an idiot.
"Truck-kun… best truck accident ever."