The Beautiful High Priest Shared by the Beastmen

[Vulgar bottom-oriented fetish content, please read the warnings | Complete | The next story is out, come check it out]

[Ongoing novel in the same series: The Beautiful Human Shared by the Other Species]

Beasts and lush vegetation develop intelligence, are not bound by conventional ethics, and do not follow the laws that govern the world. So for a beastman chief to take power, there is only one condition: seize a pure-blooded human to serve as the priest who connects their people with heaven and earth.

Ming Jiao was the priest they seized.

Unlike the beastmen who spent all year sleeping rough in the wilderness, his waist was slender and soft, hung with heavy strings of beads, giving him a fragile, breakable beauty.

His body had almost no hair, so he needed more clothes to cover himself.

He was highly gifted with languages. After living with them for a few months, he could communicate with the beastmen, and he understood their obscure sacrificial texts after one reading. But his skin was too delicate, so they never allowed him to climb tall trees alone to observe the heavens.

From the moment he decided to stay and pray for the beastmen's people, he became the treasure of the whole tribe.

1. Everyone has a crush on Ming Jiao, and Ming Jiao loves everyone too.

2. The product of a vulgar bottom-oriented fetish! This is so vulgar that nobody else writes it, so I'm writing it for myself. No rankings, a short story written for my kinks. Finding it is fate. Don't overthink the absurd content, and please be kind.

3. There isn't much of a plot. It's more about sex than feelings, but this is Jinjiang, so nothing below the neck. It's not long either, so please don't expect much.

--The Beautiful Human Shared by the Other Species, another story in the same series--

Cool, aloof, and at the top of the infinite game.

Many people always overlook his astonishing beauty.

Then one day, after a System upgrade suspended all functions, Ming Yang accidentally fell into an alternate space.

His wounds and thick calluses vanished along with his weapons. In their place were a soft lace skirt and silk gloves. His bent knees pressed against white over-the-knee socks, revealing the flesh beneath.

The dungeon's other species, which should have vanished and which he had personally eliminated, began appearing one by one behind the curtains.

[The mildly mutated who were farmed for points]

"You're sick. We need to squeeze the bad fluid out of you." The half-lion other species solemnly announced his diagnosis.

Ming Yang felt uncomfortable in his new body. He sensed something was wrong, but the weakness in his limbs made escape impossible, and he was forced to accept the other species' examination.

They cared for him tenderly, and the other species comforted him: "But don't worry. We'll cure you."

[The moderately mutated who were used to make weapons]

"Your body is retaining fluid because of a blockage. To treat you further, we need to clear it."

The half-snake other species had a long, flickering tongue, and its vertical pupils glowed bright amber at night.

Ming Yang accepted the suggestion and asked it for help.

[The severely mutated who were pierced]

The fluid retention grew worse and worse, and the daily treatments were no longer enough.

"Yangyang, you have to get pregnant to cure it!"

"Have a child or lay an egg, and everything will be cleared out for good."

Hearing the other species argue, Ming Yang was overcome with despair. He murmured as he crawled toward the window: "I don't want to get pregnant..."

The other species panicked and rushed to stop him. Their eyes bloodshot, they begged him not to give up, promising to love him forever no matter what he became.

They carried him out of the tower and placed him on an altar in the city.

Below the altar were the other species he had once purged during the apocalypse. They looked up at him and prayed devoutly for his recovery.

Then sunlight broke through the clouds and fell upon him.

[System upgrade complete. The Host is in a space-time distortion. Would you like to return?]

Return?

Go back to that "normal" apocalypse where order had collapsed?

Not far away, the industrious other species were building their home. They talked about the future with bright smiles, and when they noticed him watching, they looked back at Ming Yang with deep affection in their eyes.

They loved him.

Not just in the dungeons.

Ming Yang chose to refuse to leave and share their bliss.

1. Everyone has a crush on Ming Yang, and Ming Yang loves everyone too.

2. The product of a vulgar bottom-oriented fetish! This is so vulgar that nobody else writes it, so I'm writing it for myself. No rankings, a short story written for my kinks. Finding it is fate. Don't overthink the absurd content.

Theme: He chooses it, and he enjoys it.