The sun had dipped lower, painting the village square in warm orange and gold. The air still carried the thick, sweet scent of milk, cum, and aroused women. Kira lounged against a nearby wall, legs spread lazily, fingers idly scooping Shabi's leaking seed from her pussy and licking it clean with a satisfied purr. Elara fluttered in lazy circles above the crowd, the tiny crystal vibrator still humming inside her—every few seconds her wings stuttered, a high-pitched moan escaping as another mini-orgasm rippled through her minuscule body.
Shabi sat on the edge of the stone well, legs dangling, cock still semi-hard and glistening. He wiped sweat from his brow and looked at the two cowkin sisters—Mila and Rena—who had crawled back to his feet. Both were on all fours now, tails swishing, heavy breasts dragging on the warm cobblestones, leaving wet trails of milk.
Mila nuzzled his thigh first, voice soft and pleading. "We're so sticky… from your fingers, from our milk… please, master. Bathe us. In the square fountain. Let everyone watch you wash your cows."
Rena nodded eagerly, horns glinting. "And milk us again… together. Side by side. Drain us dry while the village sees what good little whores we are for you."
Shabi's cock jumped back to full hardness in an instant. "You two are gonna kill me. Fine. Strip. Both of you. Right here."
The sisters obeyed instantly.
Mila tugged her blouse off completely, massive tits bouncing free, nipples dark and swollen, still leaking in slow white beads. Rena followed, skirt dropping next—revealing thick thighs, a bushy triangle of soft brown pubic hair matted with her earlier squirt, and an ass that jiggled with every movement.
The crowd—now easily eighty women—formed a loose circle around the fountain. Whispers turned to soft moans. Hands wandered under skirts, between thighs.
Shabi stood, led the sisters to the wide, shallow stone basin at the center of the square. Clear water bubbled from a carved spout shaped like a blooming flower. He stepped in first, water lapping at his calves.
"Get in," he ordered. "On your knees. Faces to me."
Mila and Rena knelt in the warm water, breasts floating buoyantly, nipples just breaking the surface like dark cherries. Milk already swirled in faint white clouds around them.
Shabi cupped water in his hands, poured it over Mila's head first. She sighed in bliss as it cascaded down her face, neck, breasts—washing away sweat and drying cum. He scrubbed gently at first—then rougher—hands roaming her tits, squeezing, milking fresh streams into the fountain.
pssshhh… pssshhh…
White jets arced into the water. Mila moaned, head falling back. "Yes… wash me… milk me… make me clean for your cock…"
Shabi switched to Rena, pouring water over her, then kneading her even larger breasts. Milk sprayed in thicker ropes, splashing his chest and face. He leaned down, latched onto one nipple, sucked hard—drinking deep while his other hand pinched and twisted the opposite one.
Rena cried out. "Ahh—master—too much—gonna cum just from milking—!"
He pulled off with a wet pop. "Not yet. Both of you—lean back. Hold your tits up. Offer them to the village."
The sisters obeyed—leaning back on their elbows in the shallow water, backs arched, breasts thrust high. Milk dripped steadily from their nipples into the fountain, turning the surface milky white.
Shabi straddled the space between them, cock hovering above their chests. He gripped both sets of tits—one in each hand—and squeezed rhythmically, milking them in tandem.
Streams of milk crossed in the air, splashing his cock, his stomach, the cobblestones beyond. The sisters moaned in unison, hips bucking, pussies visible above the waterline—swollen, dripping, clenching on nothing.
"Look at these fat udders," Shabi growled, loud enough for the whole square to hear. "Leaking like broken faucets because a dumb Chinese idiot showed up and stuck his fingers in you. You love being my public milk cows, don't you? Say it."
Mila whimpered. "Yes—master—we love being your milk cows—milk us—drink us—fuck us—!"
Rena echoed, voice breaking. "Drain us dry—everyone watch—see how much we give our idiot king—!"
Shabi released their breasts, let the milk continue flowing freely. He reached down, shoved three fingers into each sister's pussy at once—curling, thrusting, thumbs mashing clits.
Schlick-schlick-schlick.
Both cowkins screamed—backs arching higher, milk spraying wildly in rhythmic pulses synced to his thrusts. The fountain water turned opaque with cream. Their pussies gushed—pssshhh—squirting in twin arcs that splashed his arms and chest.
They came hard—bodies shaking, tails thrashing, moans turning to long, mooing cries that echoed across the square.
Shabi pulled his fingers free, coated thickly in their combined slick, and brought them to his mouth—licking them clean with exaggerated slurps.
"Mmm. Tastes like victory… and vanilla cream."
The crowd erupted—moans, cheers, women openly fingering themselves or each other.
Kira crawled forward again, tail high. "My turn to clean you, master. Let me lick the milk off your cock."
Elara fluttered down, landing on his shoulder, tiny body still trembling from her vibrator. "And I'll drink whatever's left at the tip…"
Lira approached last, robe slipping off one shoulder again. "Later… when the sun sets… take me to the fields. Fuck me under the stars. Gentle at first… then make me scream so the whole village hears."
Shabi looked around at his growing harem—cow sisters panting in the fountain, foxkin licking her lips, fairy buzzing, elf waiting patiently—and laughed.
"Truck-kun… you didn't just isekai me. You gave me a goddamn empire of sluts."
He stepped out of the fountain, cock dripping milk and water, and beckoned to the crowd.
"Who's volunteering for sunset duty? I'm not done yet."