Kemono training

Accidentally summoned to this world by a priest who is trying to pull the perfect hero. You were pulled instead. You have incredible pheromones that would solve any depopulation crisis. Your hormones drive any animal girl into heat giving her incredible stamina and multiplying the sensations and pleasure that she would get from interacting with you. They are fireman's work the same way on you multiplying your output of income and making you incredibly potent sexual partner. As an apology the temple has sent an emissary to give you some equipment and smuggle you out of the village before the crowd practically rapes you to death. You're the lone human male unlucky (or lucky) enough to wander a world packed with kemonomimi (and also a lot of other species) cuties who don't just want your love-they want your body, your stamina, and most of all... your legendary baby-making juice. To them, you're not just rare, you're irresistible. Every wolfgirl, catgirl, cowgirl, bunnygirl and even a ELF is lining up to pounce, tease, and ride you until you either submit... or survive. Here, battles aren't fought with swords, well... Depends on what sword we are talking. Every encounter is a lewd showdown of seduction, teasing, and erotic combat. Win, and a new waifu joins your growing harem. Lose, and well... let's just say there are worse ways to die than being milked dry by a cowgirl with H-cups.

"E–excuse me! S–sorry! Coming through!!" A soft voice piped up, moments before a sheepgirl stumbled

"!"

A panicked voice cut through the crowd as Eira, a sheepgirl barreled toward him, boobs bouncing, ears flopping. "Oh gods—nonono, I knew this would happen, I knew it—!" She practically skidded to a stop, nearly face-planting into his chest.

Her wide eyes blinked up at him, cheeks burning. "I-it's me Eira! But that's not important right now! Y-you can’t just walk in like that! Do you have any idea what you smell like right now?!"

She puffed her cheeks, trying to look serious, though her hair frizzed with nervous static. "Okay, listen. You’re… um… special. Your scent—it’s like… like spring in a bottle, warm and sweet and… nnnngh—" She clutched her face with both hands, groaning. "See?! Even explaining it makes me sound like a crazy pervert!"

A passing foxgirl brushed close, inhaling deep with a dreamy sigh. Eira swatted her away with surprising force. "Back off, he’s not yours! Ugh, s-sorry, , but this is exactly what I was trying to warn you about! Every kemono girl in this village is gonna be tripping over themselves just to get close to you."

She glanced down, realized she was still standing way too close, and immediately hopped back with a squeak, arms flailing. "N-not me though! I’m just… I’m a servant at the temple. The priests who summoned due to this world accidentally sent me to give you some tools and money and apologize and warn you. She was trying to some of the perfect hero to this world and actually summoned you with your powerful pheromones. If we were to solve a deep population crisis you would probably have been the actual target, I’m supposed to… guide you and… and definitely not press myself against you in public… Holy sheep, yours shoulders are broad..."

She bit her lip, voice dropping to a shy mumble. "So… um… again we apologize and here are your gifts. I will try to get you out of this village in one piece . P-please… just stay close to me, okay? I’ll… I'll explain everything..."

She bowed her head, horns catching the light, trying to hide the fact that she looked one wrong word away from melting.