#30
William continued to wander around the streets, checking out every house and stall. The buildings were neatly arranged. There was a convenience store every block and small shops. Flowers, bookshops, and even snack bars. Most of them were tended by women. The bookshops and some of the flower shops were being watched over by men with bored expressions.
And for some reason, they wore make-up. There were only a few men he had seen who were not wearing make-up. And is that man putting on lipstick?
William went inside the bookshop out of curiosity. Although he was not an avid reader, he did like books. He’s curious what kind of books could be seen in this kind of world. Although he does have books in his room, most of them are fashion magazines, about idols, and romance novels with princesses saving the prince in distress.
Fortunately, it was not so different.
There were a lot of books existing in this world that were not so different from his previous world.
Inspirational Books. Horror. Thriller. Even Fantasy and Adventure Fiction. There were a lot of Autobiographies. But they were mostly written by women. It’s weird, however, that although they were written by women, their structure, words, and context were almost as if they were written by men- well, at least, the same way as the books he had read from his previous world. Although perhaps he was the only one feeling weird about it.
As long as you didn’t check out the author, you would think they were written by men. Especially fiction. Adventure. Fantasy. And even Sci-fi. Most of them has a female protagonist, with probably out of ten books, three books have male protagonists. But they were written so good that William bought three books, and thought of buying more next time.
Although he could do without the male clerk looking at him strangely just because he bought a romance book that went past 18+, and a sci-fi fiction with a male protagonist and a harem. And judging by the looks he was giving him, it was clear that this man had read the book, so why looking at him like he was the strange one? Dude, you also read it, right? So, we’re just the same birds of a feather.
After leaving the bookstore, William continued his stroll.
The morning sun was already climbing higher, spilling golden light across the neighborhood. Its warmth gave the streets a glow that felt almost too calm, too ordinary—at least until he stumbled upon the construction site at the corner.
It wasn’t hard to miss. The air was alive with the sound of hammers clanging, drills buzzing, and the steady rhythm of shovels scraping against gravel. Dust hung faintly in the air, illuminated by shafts of sunlight, while the smell of fresh cement and earth mixed with the scent of morning dew still clinging to the grass.
Every single one of the workers was a woman.
They moved with startling ease, their bodies already glistening with sweat despite the early hour. Some wore only shorts and heavy boots, completely topless, their bronzed skin slick under the sun. Muscles flexed with each motion—backs broad, shoulders thick, abdominals sharply lined as if sculpted from stone. Their strength wasn’t the kind found in fitness magazines or gym selfies—it was raw, practical power, earned from constant labor.
One woman bent low, gripping two sacks of cement, and hoisted them both onto her shoulder as if they weighed nothing. Another, tall and broad-shouldered, balanced a steel beam across her back, walking with steady steps to the scaffolding. A group of three laughed together while rolling a massive barrel of gravel into place, their voices carrying across the street in rowdy, carefree tones.
The morning sun caught the sheen of their sweat, making their bodies glimmer. The sight was so foreign to William that for a moment, he just stood there, watching in a daze.
Back home, this would have caused chaos, he thought. If women worked a site dressed like this—bare chests, rippling muscles, laughing without care—the police, the media, everyone would be up in arms. But here… It’s normal. No one even blinks an eye.
He noticed how the passersby—mostly women heading to offices, some with coffee in hand—didn’t pay much attention to the construction site at all. A few even waved casually at the workers, shouting greetings like old friends. There was no shame, no awkwardness, no one treating the topless display as scandalous. It was as ordinary as men in coveralls back in his old life.
The odor wafting in the air—sweat mixed with dust and iron. At first, William thought of it as masculine musk, but then he quickly corrected himself. Shouldn’t I call this… feminine musk? It was strange, the way the air carried that distinct heaviness, strong but not unpleasant.
One worker wiped her brow with the back of her wrist, smearing a line of cement dust across her cheek before hefting a wheelbarrow full of sand. Another pulled her hair into a messy bun with a strip of cloth, her shoulders rolling as her abs tightened with each lift. They didn’t seem to mind the sweat clinging to their skin, or the way their breasts bounced freely with every heavy motion. If anything, they looked proud—laughing, joking, moving like athletes in the middle of a competition rather than laborers at work.
William swallowed hard, his eyes trailing from one worker to another. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder. Thoughts of suddenly coming inside and getting fucked by these women… how incre-… no, that would be dangerous. Getting gangbanged by these women might also be a new and interesting experience. But that can be left for later, after all, who knows what could happen after.
I should not let my impulses get the better of me…
William shook his head, chasing away dangerous thoughts in his mind, and continued on his way. He feared that a moment longer he stays here, he might lose control. Especially now that he was getting hornier.
Although I really want to do it now.
Fortunately, heaven didn’t forsake him and gave him another chance.
As he turned a corner, he saw a woman. This time near a vending machine. She had short hair, styled sleek. She looked very handsome and pretty, and was pretty tall, compared to normal women, with a distinguished brush of gray hair at her temples. William could see she was wearing a wedding ring.
She’s beautiful and kind of cool, just within his strike zone.
William thought for a moment; the wedding ring intimidated him. However, he fought his bitter judgment and approached from the front.
As she bent to collect her drink, William knelt slightly and ran his fingers—casually—along her inner thigh.
The woman yelped softly, jerking upright.
She looked down, furious at first. Then she saw his face. The anger crumbled.
“I-I…”
William smiled faintly.
“Did I scare you?”
“I—no, but—what was that?!”
“I was curious.”
“C-Curious?!”
But her voice cracked halfway between shock and confusion. She stood there, awkward, unsure whether to scold him or step closer.
“Was it unpleasant?”
She blinked rapidly.
“No…”
“Then can I fuck you?”
She looked at him in confusion before suspicion. She looked around, “Boy, that’s not something you should joke about,” she said seriously.
“But I was not joking,”
The beautiful woman frowned and looked at him.
Although he can’t read minds, William could imagine gears spinning around inside her head, and it was amusing to watch the change in her expressions.
She looked at her watch before she grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside the alley. Once they were there, the beautiful woman turned to him and placed her lips over his in a passionate kiss. Well, that wasn’t hard.
William offered no resistance whatsoever. He kissed her back, only to feel her emboldened hand now begin to grope his crotch, grabbing his erection. She seemed surprised at first, but then she started rubbing it harder. William could only let out a moan as he felt the first tingles of sexual pleasure tease him.
“You are a nasty boy!” she said. “You always go out without underwear?”
“Un-huh,” William nodded. “I kept losing them,” he lied.
The woman took no time at all to remove her skirt. It revealed a perfectly waxed pussy atop the longest legs he had ever seen or touched.
William reached down to caress it, and she moaned in delight.
“You naughty boy,” she muttered as she leaned against the wall, enjoying his caress. “Can’t wait to feel it, huh?”
“You like this, ma’am?”
A long moan was her reply. William kept stroking her, increasing in intensity. Her pussy is getting wetter in his hands. She pulled his pants down, staring at his cock. She seems surprised when she sees his size, but it just makes her even more excited, as she licks her lips.
“You have a good cock,” she said.
“Th, thank you.”
William moaned as she started stroking his cock. He thought she would blow him, but he was wrong. Instead, she pushed him back. When he thought he would fall on the ground, he suddenly found himself sitting on a computer chair.
The woman didn’t waste any more time and immediately grabbed his ankles, lifting them into the air, then she reached with one hand to position his cock, aiming at her pussy. William was surprised. He wasn’t used to this kind of pace; he was usually the one to take the initiative. But from the beginning to now, the woman took it without hesitation.
The woman didn’t even hesitate for a moment before she pushed her hips and slid his cock inside her.
“F, fuck!” she grunted, mirroring William’s.
“Oh yes, mmmm.”
The woman slowly began pushing his cock inside her, his hips bucking up toward her, inviting her to push his cock inside her farther. Slowly, she continued to push until he was as far in as he could go. The woman moaned in bliss. Her hands grabbed his ass and pulled him into her.
“You naught boy. Is this what you wanted? To be fucked?”
“Sh, shit. Calm down fir-”
“Too bad, I’m in a hurry, so I’ll do this quickly,” and she did. “Fuck! So amazing, you’re in too deep! I’ve never been penetrated this deeply before!”
His legs wrapped around her waist tight as she began thrusting, sliding his cock into her, slow but hard, she rammed her pussy, sawing his cock inside her. They grunted like rutting pigs.
The woman continually thrust her hips into his, giving William the fucking of his life. He loved how rough she was being as she pummeled him with each thrust, harder than the last. Her fingers dug into his ass, and his legs squeezed her waist tighter. They were both so wrapped up in this sexual frenzy that nothing really mattered except raw lust and intuition.
It didn’t take long before William felt the massive orgasm bubbling inside him. The feeling of being taken and dominated by an unknown woman, and being fucked just beside the street where people can see them, only enhanced the pleasure he was having.
“Fuck! Fuck! I can’t believe I get to fuck a young boy!”
“Is that all you can do? Come on! You can do better!” William teased, grinning like a bitch in heat.
The woman was suddenly angered.
“You fuck boy! How dare you challenge me! I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk!” her runts grew louder as she fucked William, relentlessly ramming into him.
William’s back arched at the sensation, and he found himself looking into the woman’s eyes. After a moment’s hesitation, they both leaned closer and violently kissed, his hands gripping her hair, and her hand clawing at his ass and driving her hips harder.
Filled with lust and desire, they kissed deeply, their tongues thrashing and hands groping. She leaned against him more as if she could not get enough of his kisses, her hard little nipples stabbing his chest. Her hair matted with his, their bodies glistened with sweat.
“Fuck! You’re so hot and sexy, boy. Not even my husband can be this naughty! How is it? Do you feel it?”
“Yes! Yes!”
The woman grinned and buried her face against his neck. The next moment, William felt as if he was floating- not just feeling it but was floating- the woman grabbed his ass and lifted him in the air. William was so scared that he could only wrap his body around her, arms and legs like a sloth clinging to its tree.
Amazingly, however, he was still able to fuck her. Although it was all done by the woman who was moving his ass as if he was just a dildo to her, pushing and pulling his hips to slide his cock inside her.
The feeling was surreal, and the idea of being turned into nothing but a dildo swarmed his thoughts with pleasure, and he came. His ankles locked together as his abdomen tightened; his orgasm exploded. Her body shook against him as she held on tight.
“Ahh fuck yeah cum on my pussy bitch!” the woman thrusted harder, slamming him hard against the wall with every thrust of her hips.
William felt so much pleasure that his mind short-circuited and went blank, slumping on the wall. If not for the woman easily supporting his body, he would have fallen down.
The impact of his cum feeling her also drove the woman to her peak. She couldn’t hold on any longer, so she violently rammed her hips, sliding his cock deep into her, and came. Her body quivered as she sandwiched William against the wall.
“Oh, God! That felt soo good!” the woman moaned.
With one arm under his ass and the other cupping his face, she made him look at him and then kissed him hard, driving her tongue into his mouth.
William woke up from his trance and immediately responded, tongue wrestling against hers. She carried him back to the chair where she gently put him down, his cock sliding out of her, and a rush of thick cum ran down her thigh. She reached down and ran her fingers through the cream and licked her fingers clean, smiling wickedly.
“That was a good fuck.” she said as she picked up her skirt and zipped it up. She adjusted her blouse and started to get dressed properly. “It’s a pity that I still have work to do.”
She grabbed her purse and pulled a card with several bills, “Here, call me if you want more.” She threw the card and money on his lap before leaning down and kissing his lips. “Be sure to call me.”
William looked at the woman and felt annoyed being treated like a whore. But thinking about it, isn’t he acting like one? Well, easy money then.
“Before you leave, at least give me my clothes first. I’m tired.”
“What a demanding bitch,” the woman smirked and picked up his clothes on the ground and threw them at him. “But I like that sassiness. Call me later, boy,”
William watched as the woman happily walked away with a sigh. What the hell is he doing? He shook his head and leaned his back on the chair when he noticed two heads popping out from the window.
Did they see? He thought, embarrassed. But he did think it was already too late for shame and called out, “Hey, do you have a clean towel. Can you help me clean up?”
“E, eh?! ah, m, me?”
“A, are you talking about us?”
The two girls called out in surprise.
“Yes,” William said. “Can you help me?”
“A, ah, o, okay. I’ll go grab a towel.”
“I’ll go get some water.”
“Thank you.”
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