One day, as Daan Macuck was walking down the street, he was suddenly yanked from his world. No warning, no sound, no bright light—just blink, and boom—now he was standing on a deserted tropical island, surrounded by ocean on all sides, nothing but sand, trees, and the sound of waves crashing.
Before he could even panic or scream, a glowing blue window appeared before his face.
[Congratulations, Cuck. You have been selected by the "Cuck Humiliation System." From now on, it is your duty to obey and complete the system's missions.]
He stared, confused and dumbfounded. Then he gasped.
His cock started to tingle, then throb, then shrink. He looked down and saw it had shrivelled to a pathetic, stiff 2-inch nub, sticking out between his legs like an embarrassing joke.
The system continued.
[Choose a girl from any universe to be your first wife.]
[Reminder: All of your wives will be in public use, they will have their pussies filled with semen and piss.]
Daan didn't know what the hell was going on. His thoughts were spinning, but one name popped into his head before he could stop himself. "Fubuki," he said. "From One Punch Man."
The air shimmered. In a flash, she appeared.
Fubuki stood before him in heels, her long black hair brushing her ass. She wore a tight green dress that barely contained her massive tits, each one bigger than her head, jiggling with every breath she took.
Her waist was tight, barely wider than his hands, but her hips flared out so wide she looked more like a walking hourglass than a person.
Her thighs were thick, smooth, and pale, while her ass looked like two oversized pillows crammed under her dress, each cheek bouncing slightly as she moved.
Her lips curled in disgust as she looked at the island.
"You're my husband?" she asked, walking up to him. Her voice was cold and bossy, her green eyes sharp like she was used to being in charge.
"Yeah," Daan muttered, still staring at her tits.
Without warning, she raised her knee and slammed it into his balls. Hard. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, coughing and choking, curling up on the sand while groaning in pain.
Fubuki rolled her eyes. "What a shitty island," she muttered, walking past him like he was trash on the ground.
But Daan? He loved it. His dick twitched. Getting humiliated by hot women was his thing. And this was just the beginning.
The system popped up again.
[All your wives may act like sluts, bimbos, and whores. They are to be used by the public freely—pissed on and inside, bred, fucked in every hole, and used as living toilets. But make no mistake: they are your property. Despite their behaviour, each one of them loves you deeply. If you ordered them to kill themselves, they'd do it without a second thought.]
Fubuki had already walked off, muttering something about building a bed out of grass. Daan was still on the ground, legs shaking from the ball-busting. He managed to sit up, rubbing his sack.
Another window popped up.
[Your goal is to create, manage, and expand a massive sex theme park-city. A paradise of pure lust where visitors come to fuck your wives and others, where anyone can be used however they want.]
[First Mission: Build a dock, canteen, hotel, and mansion for you and your wives.]
[Reward: Fubuki's psychic abilities and IQ increased by 1,000,000%.]
The window vanished. The beach was quiet again, birds chirping in the trees, waves licking the shore. Fubuki lay on a patch of grass nearby, staring at the clouds with one hand tucked under her massive tits.
Daan stood, legs still shaky. "Ehmm… Fubuki?" he asked, his voice small.
She didn't look at him. "Yes, cuck?"
"Could you… uh, build the dock, canteen, hotel, and mansion for me?" He was afraid she'd kick him again.
She stood up slowly, brushing some sand off her tits. "Where?"
"Wherever's easiest for you," he said, eyes locked on her bouncing cleavage.
She scoffed and floated into the air, psychic energy swirling around her thick thighs and fat ass. "Fine. But don't talk to me unless I call for you, got it?"
And with that, she flew off.
Daan watched her fat ass jiggle as she soared into the sky. Her dress was riding up, exposing those huge round cheeks, the fabric barely hanging on.
He adjusted his tiny cock, already dripping pre-cum from the pain and excitement.
The sun beat down on him, the heat rising, the island silent except for the soft hum of psychic energy in the distance.
Daan lay back on the patch of grass where Fubuki had been before. It was still warm from her body.
His balls ached, throbbing with a slow, pulsing pain that made his legs twitch every few seconds. But he didn't care. His cock, small and twitching, was leaking again.
A soft chime echoed in the air, and the glowing blue system window reappeared before his face.
[Name the island.]
Daan winced, sat up, and rubbed his aching crotch. "Cowden," he muttered.
[Understood. Now choose a difficulty.]
Four glowing boxes appeared below the message, each one pulsing gently. As he looked at each one, a short description popped up.
[Easy: A small island, barely larger than a theme park. There's no crime, no violence. Female visitors are always safe. Visitors can only touch or grope your wives' bodies—no fucking allowed unless it's in private, controlled areas. Minimal customization. You can only build preset locations, no creative freedom.]
[Normal: A medium-sized island, like a small town. Some minor crimes can happen. Female visitors are rarely in danger. Visitors can fuck your wives, but only in specific rooms or zones. Moderate customization is allowed—you can decorate or rearrange, but no major changes.]
[Hard: A big island, larger than a capital city. Crimes happen often enough to be expected. There's a low risk of female visitors or residents being raped. Visitors can fuck your wives freely, even in public. You get wide customization—build anything, shape the island how you want.]
[Nightmare: A massive island the size of New York City. Crime is constant. Rape of female visitors and residents is common. Your wives have no rights at all—they exist to be fucked, pissed on, used, and broken. Male visitors may piss in their wombs and assholes, breed them nonstop, or use them as human toilets. You have total control over the island—every detail can be changed.]
Daan stared. His cock twitched again. Just reading the Nightmare difficulty made his little nub pulse like crazy.
He didn't even hesitate. "Nightmare."
The air around him shook for a second. Like the island itself had felt that decision. The palm trees rustled violently. The birds stopped chirping. Something changed. It felt hotter. Dirtier. Hornier.
The system confirmed:
[Nightmare selected. All restrictions lifted. Begin building the Country of Cowden.]
Far off in the distance, psychic explosions echoed—Fubuki was already working on the mansion and hotel. The sky shimmered as huge pieces of steel and stone floated through the air, guided by her.
Even from here, Daan could see her body in the distance—those massive tits barely covered by her green dress, ass jiggling as she floated over the trees.
Suddenly, another figure popped into view.
She didn't appear in a flash—she stepped out of thin air like it was a curtain. It was Mirko, the rabbit hero from My Hero Academia.
She stood tall and cocky, one leg popped forward, arms crossed. Her muscles were insane—thick thighs like tree trunks, veiny arms, abs tight and flexed even when she breathed.
But most of all—her tits were massive. Way too big for her body. Round, jiggly, squeezed into a white leotard that barely held them in. Her nipples poked through the fabric, thick and hard.
Below, her hips flared so wide her thighs couldn't stop touching. Her ass? Unreal. The leotard was eating it up, leaving her cheeks exposed. Her pussy lips bulged through the tight fabric, juicy and visible.
She looked around and then locked eyes on Daan.
"Yo. You the little cuck?" Her voice was cocky, deep, almost mocking.
Daan nodded, blushing. His cock dripped a fat glob of pre-cum into the grass.
Mirko grinned. "Good. So what's the rule here? I get used? Or I get to use?"
The system spoke for him.
[All wives are for public use. All holes available. Humiliation encouraged. Loyalty to Daan is absolute.]
Mirko laughed. "Fuck yeah. This is my kind of vacation."
She walked over—her heavy tits bounced with each step, smacking against her chest. Her thighs jiggled like thick meat. Her scent hit him first—sweaty, musky, rabbit heat and raw sex.
Then she grabbed him by the hair and yanked him to his knees.
"Lick my pussy, bitch. Let's see if your mouth's good for something."
She didn't wait. She sat right on his face. Her fat cunt smothered his nose, lips, everything. The leotard was pulled aside and dripping. Her clit rubbed against his chin as she ground down on him, laughing.
"Mmm, yeah… just like that, little cock boy… fuck, your nose feels good in my hole…"
Her juices flooded his mouth, thick and salty. She slapped her fat ass against his head, harder and harder, moaning louder.
Behind them, Fubuki floated down to the grass. Her dress was wet between the legs, see-through from her own arousal. Her giant tits hung free now, dress pulled down to her waist. She looked at the scene with a smirk.
"Already broken in the new wife?" she asked.
Mirko grinned. "He's a natural at being a cum rag."
Daan didn't respond. He couldn't. His mouth was full of pussy, and his cock was leaking nonstop, a tiny mess dribbling into the dirt as his nightmare paradise began.