The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe

Actually, it was a village once, according to our long-lived friend, Eric.

But Armstrong and the village chief joined forces to upgrade it to a city, when a Guild was supposed to be formed there.

The history was fascinating, a reminder that Thaad was built on ambition and cooperation. And now I was part of that history…! However briefly.

Anyway, this place became a hub for adventurers, a place of rest and recovery after long roads and harder battles, a true haven where steel could be set aside and the body allowed to unknot.

Inside the changing room the air hung warm and damp, heavy with the mineral scent of the baths beyond the half-open door, and something felt immediately off…

Yuki let the dress on her body slide down her silky smooth body.

The fabric whispered against her skin as it descended, catching for a single suspended heartbeat on the soft outward curve of her hips before continuing its slow fall, pooling in a soft heap on the ground at her feet.

And then did she reach down and take hold of the thin band of her panties, thumbs already slipping beneath the elastic as if the act were the most ordinary thing in the world.

“W-Wait?! What are you doing so casually?!”

The words tore out of me on pure instinct.

My face burned so hot I felt the heat climb all the way to the tips of my ears; the skin across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose prickled as though I had stepped too close to an open flame.

Though, I could not look away even as the protest left my mouth.

Ah… her skin looked like smooth ice under the lanterns, pale and nearly blue in the soft shadows that gathered beneath her collarbones and along the gentle undersides of her breasts.

My perception was hitting its max unintentionally.

The light caught every subtle shift of muscle and soft flesh as she moved.

Suddenly she looked a hundred times more beautiful, every line of her sharpened by the simple, unhurried act of standing there with the dress already discarded.

“Hm? Is something wrong, Benjamin?”

Maria’s calm voice cut through the narrow tunnel of my attention and dragged me back from the Yuki body-viewing paradise into the wider, far more dangerous reality of the room.

Maria and every other woman present were either half naked or completely bare.

My heart gave one hard, stuttering beat and then almost ceased, the silence inside my chest lasting a fraction of a second too long before the next frantic thud arrived.

Lantern light painted gold across skin that should not have been so freely displayed.

Looking carefully, the other women were ogling me hard—eyes open, unblinking, and frankly assessing.

They were openly eager to see my own naked body…

Uh, my MALE body, right?

The thought landed with delayed horror. How did I enter the female changing room again?!

Aria’s petite but compact body was in full display only a few paces away.

Her skin was a slightly dark red that seemed to drink the warm light, the surface smooth and faintly gleaming with residual moisture.

Her small breasts sat high and sharp on her chest, the dark nipples already erect for who knows why, tight little peaks that caught the lantern glow and held it.

Maria possessed a real model’s figure—hourglass and quietly destructive, the proportions so precise they were so unfair.

She was toned to perfection without a single soft excess; her breasts were large and moved with a heavy, liquid sway that made it look as though gravity itself had loosened its usual grip on them.

Every small shift of her weight sent them following a heartbeat later, the dark nipples tight and glossy in the humid air.

Yuki’s moderate breasts were pale white against the cooler blue undertone of her skin, the nipples a soft, light-blue color that had drawn into delicate points.

But it was her slim-thick body that was the real danger—the narrow waist flaring into hips and thighs that carried just enough deliberate softness to stop a man’s thoughts cold.

Looking at her for too long felt like it would kill someone in time.

I fought the urge to do so, but I still took a look at Sophia’s body.

It really was very petite and delicate in its proportions.

You would not believe it belonged to a woman in her late twenties.

She looked fifteen at first glance—narrow shoulders, a waist that dipped in sharply, hips that barely flared.

Maybe she had not taken enough calcium growing up? No wait… those were for bones.

Nonetheless, the subtle maturity showed only if you looked longer: the set of her collarbones, the soft lower curve of her stomach, the confidence in the way she stood.

Anyway, the scary part was that they all seemed eager for me to undress as well. And suspiciously, not merely because we were supposed to be hopping into the bath.

“Uhm… I… Uh…”

How was I supposed to say I cannot do this?

The words tangled behind my teeth. My throat felt tight. Every pair of eyes remained fixed on me, waiting.

“Could it be, Benjamin…”

Yuki squinted slightly and smiled, the expression soft and playful.

She looked so cute in that moment that the observation tried to surface, yet I was in no position to point it out.

“…that you are embarrassed?”

?!

The single sound of surprise locked in my chest. What a good save, Yuki!

I took the unintentional safety net; “Ah, y-yes! I don’t feel good undressing in front of other peopl—”

“Ahaha! It’s a breath of fresh air to see the great Benjamin shy!” Sophia’s bright laugh cut across the unfinished sentence.

She stepped in and once again grabbed my hand, her fingers closing firmly around my wrist, pulling me a half-step closer into the circle of bare bodies.

“Don’t worry, we’re all women here. There’s nothing you have that we don’t also have.”

No.

There was one thing—one very specific thing—and I did not want any of them to see it.

And before I knew it the circle had tightened further.

Even the bystanders who had been lingering near the benches closed in, bare shoulders and damp hair filling the remaining space.

Hands found my arms, my shoulders, the fabric of my sleeves.

I was restrained by the women before I could twist free or form another protest.

The hold was not cruel, yet it was absolute—fingers pressing into the soft undersides of my wrists, palms steady against my upper arms, bodies pressing close enough that warm skin brushed mine with every small shift of weight.

It did not take three seconds.

The fine long-sleeved tunic—one of the dozen Vaelora had made with such care—was peeled upward under many hands at once.

The soft fabric slid over my stomach, caught for a moment at the lower edge of my ribs, then continued its inevitable climb.

Cool air rushed across newly bared skin. The tunic cleared my chest, was pulled free of my arms, and vanished somewhere behind me.

My upper half stood completely exposed under the lanterns while the women kept their restraining grip.

“Oohhhh! She is so flat, but like… it’s still sensual in a way, right?” Bystander 1 wondered the words aloud, voice soft with open appreciation.

Her eyes remained fixed on my chest while I stayed held in place.

The smooth plane of skin, the faint shadow beneath each nipple, the way the small buds had already tightened from the sudden exposure and the weight of so many watching gazes—all of it was on display.

“Indeed. Her nipples are a work of art, don’t you think, Yuki?” Maria stood with her arms folded beneath the heavy curve of her own breasts, the motion lifting them slightly so the soft undersides brushed the upper line of her stomach.

She asked the question of the blushing Yuki beside her, tone calm and amused, as though discussing a particularly fine piece of craftsmanship.

“Wh-Why are you asking me…?” Yuki’s pale cheeks had flushed a delicate rose that stood out sharply against the cooler blue undertone of her skin.

She stole glances toward my exposed chest—quick, almost guilty, yet unable to stop herself—before looking away again toward the steam-wreathed doorway.

“Th… Though… they do appear enticing.”

Yuki?!