I woke to the sound of a female voice beside me.
"What?" I widened my eyes the moment I opened them.
Didn't I get killed after using my hands for self-service seven times in a row?
I can still remember the feeling of my heart clenching tightly as I gasped for breath after releasing the seventh time, which barely produced anything.
My life as a virgin was truly pitiful…
I took a moment to sigh at my fate, then turned to take in my surroundings.
The first thing I realized was that I wasn't in my apartment.
Not even close.
The roof above me was a tangled weave of leaves and wooden beams.
Orange light from the sun flickered across the walls, casting shifting shadows over fur rugs, carved idols, and pottery etched with symbols I didn't recognize.
But all of that faded the second I saw her.
She sat at my bedside, one leg crossed, back straight, her gaze locked on me like a predator sizing up prey.
She was slightly dark-skinned and beautiful—not the polished, delicate kind but the mature sense of beauty that came from a woman in every sense.
Her face carried the quiet confidence of someone who had led others, fought for them, maybe even killed for them.
Long black hair spilled down her shoulders, and her mouth curled faintly as she noticed me stirring.
Her chest was bare.
Perfectly, confidently bare.
Round, full breasts gleamed in the sunlight, slick as if kissed by oil or sweat.
A strip of beast fur clung low on her hips, barely hiding the thickness of her thighs and the place between them that I could glimpse if I dared look too long.
My cock twitched at the sight.
And just like that, two things hit me at once.
One—I was completely naked.
Two—I was very awake now.
"Well," the woman said, her voice low and rich, "I see you're not dead anymore."
Surprisingly, though the language wasn't English, I understood every word clearly.
I tried to speak, but my throat was dry. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
I sucked in a few steadying breaths, trying to calm my racing mind and the heat pooling low in my gut.
My eyes shifted to the side—and locked on two more women standing near the bed.
One was older, silver streaking her braid, sharp-eyed and broad-hipped.
Her breasts were heavier, hanging low, but just as bare. She had the look of a woman who wouldn't flinch even at the edge of death.
The other looked younger, maybe in her early thirties, with smooth caramel skin and bright, curious eyes.
Her breasts were round and firm, proudly on display as she leaned against a wooden pillar, arms folded under her chest, watching me with amused delight.
There wasn't a shred of modesty between them.
Every woman in the room had her breasts out like it was as normal as showing her face.
And somehow… that made it hotter.
In my previous life, these were only women I could fantasize about, moving my hand rapidly through my shaft as I watched their videos on display, but now they stared at me, causing blood to rush through my body all the way to my throbbing, hard cock.
"I…" I coughed, feeling warmth return to my throat, then swallowed hard. "Where… am I?"
My voice was low, and although I thought I spoke in English, the language that came out from my mouth was vastly different.
The woman beside me tilted her head slightly. "You fell from the sea. They pulled you from the waves, half-dead. Thankfully, you're still alive or the village would have lost a seeding young man." She leaned in closer, one hand settling on my chest.
I tensed instantly.
Her palm was warm—too warm.
Her touch lingered, fingers spreading slightly, dragging across my skin with an intimacy that sent a sharp shiver through me.
Her thumb brushed just beneath my collarbone, and a sharp, electric jolt ran through my nerves.
My breath caught and her eyes lit up.
"It seems all your body organs are responding perfectly," she murmured.
"Who… are you?" I managed, struggling to focus. My body was reacting faster than my thoughts could keep up.
She didn't answer right away.
Instead, her hand slid lower, slow and deliberate, gliding over my stomach and tracing the faint trail of hair that led downward.
"I'm Shula," she said at last. "Chieftess of the Ember Tribe. Widow of the Iron Hunt."
She pointed toward the older woman with the slightly sagging breasts and added lightly, "Since the head nurse couldn't heal you, my attention was called to the situation."
Her fingers stopped just above my pelvis.
"You're welcome."
Her voice was sweet and sultry, and at this point, I felt as though I might explode.
My throat worked as I swallowed, the heat of her touch making my pulse hammer.
The matron flashed a wry grin. "Chieftess, you're torturing him. Can't you see the thing between his legs started twitching the moment he saw your tits?"
The older woman's words made the silver-haired woman stiffen slightly as her eyes dropped to my hardening shaft.
My face burned hot, but that didn't stop the throbbing between my legs. Hearing them talk so openly only made the fire worse.
Three women, bare-chested, unashamed, all staring at me. The weight of their eyes pressed down like heat.
Shula glanced down at my erection, and her smile deepened.
Without warning, she reached out to grab it.
I gasped, instinctively trying to cover myself, but she caught my wrist and pinned it beside me like I weighed nothing.
The matron let out a soft, surprised whistle.
The silver-haired woman's eyes widened.
"Sturdy," Shula said, gazing straight at my hard, twitching length. "Very sturdy."
She didn't grab me. She didn't rush. She simply looked at my cock with slow, assessing eyes, like someone inspecting fruit at a market to see if it was ripe enough for a feast.
Then her fingers moved again.
Just the tips—gliding up my thigh, slow and feather-light.
I shivered and my hips twitched. The sensation burned through me, hot and maddening, making it hard to think straight.
Just then, the wooden hut rustled slightly, and a middle-aged woman stepped inside. Like the others, her perky breasts were fully exposed.
She bowed politely when she saw the chieftess. "Chieftess, an elder is looking for you. She says it's something serious."
Shula's eyes flicked down at my erection once more. Her expression carried a faint, curious glint. Then she gently let the fur on the bedside fall over me.
She rose to her feet, her round, firm butt barely hidden by the thin strip of fur around her waist, jiggling slightly as she walked away.
Soon, she disappeared from sight.
But I couldn't stop staring at where she had gone. My mind spun with questions.
'Where am I? And… what kind of world have I transmigrated into?'
Suddenly,
[Ding! Primordial Lust System initialized…]