Actually, when Chuck said he would "just rub" in the evening, Julia was somewhat reluctant.
After all, though simple-minded, she wasn't foolish.
What if Chuck lost control and "accidentally" slipped inside?
Even though it was the last two days, she was still within her fertile window.
But the warmth emanating from behind her, Chuck's breath occasionally caressing her neck, and the increasingly hot and swelling thing pressing tightly against her lower body…
All made her lower abdomen heat up.
Finally, impulse won over reason.
The golden hair lightly brushed Chuck's nose, bringing the intoxicating scent of the foreign woman's female hormones.
"F**k… Chuck, you are so hot."
Julia panted heavily, clamping her fleshy thighs tighter and tighter.
"Holy shit…"
Chuck felt a sharp ache in his waist.
This intense squeeze, combined with the soft, slick sensation, was almost no different from being inside!
"I don't want to get pregnant yet, so you have to control yourself… okay?"
Julia's cheeks were flushed like she was drunk, her eyes glazed over with desire as she spoke enchantingly to Chuck.
In reality, though she said that, she had completely stopped caring whether Chuck would actually enter her or not.
She was even vaguely hopeful deep down.
Chuck raised his hand and stroked Julia's pale pink forehead. Even though his abdomen was burning, he gently nodded.
While "just rubbing" wasn't as satisfying as going inside, breaking his word was not Chuck's style.
The desire in Julia's eyes instantly turned into gentle compliance. She then slowly turned her back to him, clamping down again with her fleshy legs.
"...Do you want me to relax a little?"
The foreign woman's voice trembled slightly, and her breathing quickened.
"No need, this is perfect."
Chuck replied softly, quickly understanding that she was thoroughly enjoying herself.
A woman's pleasure points are different from a man's, varying in many different locations.
But the most efficient for stimulation is undoubtedly the clit.
Chuck had once heard a very open-minded female friend say that many women could reach climax just by clamping their legs, which had completely shattered his understanding at the time.
Now, he knew it was true.
Because before Chuck could even start his "rubbing," her full, honey-like buttocks pressed tightly against his lower abdomen actually began to move on their own!
The slick, damp little mouth was exactly like the foreign woman's upper lips—no, even softer and warmer.
The initial hurried movements of the two gradually found a mutually cooperative rhythm.
Combined with the occasional friction of hair and the squelching sounds…
Even just the gentle scraping was enough to make Chuck unable to stop.
Their increasingly rapid breathing intertwined. Chuck reached out and tightly grasped Julia's upper body, his finger inserting somewhat forcefully into her mouth.
"Mmm~"
A low, seductive moan escaped the foreign woman's nose. She accepted his finger without resistance, and her soft, dexterous tongue wrapped around it, quick and nimble, as if she were sucking a lollipop.
Both the upper and lower "little mouths" simultaneously licked Chuck's finger and flag, sending Chuck completely over the edge. His pace gradually accelerated.
After an unknown period, accompanied by an unprecedentedly satisfied cry, Julia's thighs clamped down tighter than ever, and her fair, delicate feet curled tightly.
Chuck immediately felt a wave of hot fluid drench his flag.
Under the double stimulation, Chuck completely lost control, grunting as he fiercely grabbed the former's large tits.
Under the shelter in the darkness, a long silence fell for a while.
But the shadows cast on the cliff face by the firelight showed that the two clinging figures were both slightly trembling.
Hot fluids mingled and slowly trickled down their legs.
Their chests rose and fell rapidly. It took a long time before they finally calmed down.
After a quick cleanup, Julia burrowed into Chuck's arms, her cheeks still deeply flushed.
She looked up, her eyes still slightly shy, but leaned in and passionately kissed Chuck's lips, savoring the afterglow together.
She had always been the one serving Chuck before, and today, she finally experienced an unprecedented pleasure.
When their lips parted, leaving behind a sticky thread of saliva, Julia lifted her finger and gently touched his Adam's apple, a charming smile on her face.
"Chuck, how can you be so delicious?"
This rare pleasure intoxicated her, and Chuck's commitment to his word gave her a feeling of being valued and cherished.
[Julia's Trust Level has increased by 6 points! Current Trust Level: 61 (Adoration)]
Accompanying the long-awaited prompt, Chuck smiled slightly, raising his hand to gently stroke her soft, fluffy golden hair, his fingers tenderly soothing the back of her head.
He closed his eyes as well.
A strong sense of fatigue and safety washed over Julia. Her entire body relaxed, pressing tightly against Chuck's chest.
As the night deepened, they both fell asleep.
This sleep was deeper than ever before.
Before the sun rose, they both woke up one after the other.
Although it was earlier than usual, Chuck felt inexplicably refreshed, clearly noticing that his sleep quality was significantly better, thanks in no small part to the Blue Potion's effects.
The potions were truly remarkable things.
After a passionate embrace and more kissing, the two started their morning work. Chuck was responsible for gathering firewood, and Julia was responsible for making the fire and cooking soup.
The Flint Knife that Chuck synthesized yesterday on the Workbench had been upgraded to a Flint Axe, following the stone axe crafting recipe. Both the feel and the sharpness when chopping were noticeably better than the stone axe.
As the morning sun rose, Chuck and Julia gathered around the fire, drinking meat soup together.
The foreign woman instinctively draped her long legs across Chuck's knees.
This had become their fixed morning mealtime posture. Chuck replenished his nutrition while enjoying the feel of her legs and feet, giving him energy for the day's work ahead.
"Chuck, what should we do today?"
Julia put down her clay bowl, withdrew her feet, and looked at Chuck, asking the question.
By now, she had completely grown accustomed to taking instructions from Chuck.
Chuck gazed into the fire, closing his eyes in thought.
During his outing yesterday, Julia had made several trips back and forth to the water puddle, transporting the rainwater back to the shelter, boiling it in the clay pot, and storing it in the clay jars.
Including their existing stock, they had enough water for another four or five days.
As for food, the wild boar meat plus the Hakimi meat meant they wouldn't run out anytime soon.
So, the most urgent thing to improve was still the shelter, which could collapse in a heavy rainstorm at any moment.
If a storm hit and the shelter couldn't withstand the wind and rain, all their efforts over the past few days would be lost.
With this in mind, Chuck made a decision.
Going to the redwood forest behind the stone riverbed to chop hardwood and upgrade the shelter was their most important task.
With the plan set, Chuck opened his eyes, took the Flint Axe from behind him, and handed it to Julia:
"We need to make our shelter sturdier today. I'll go chop trees. You stay nearby and try to collect as many sticks, vines, and palm leaves as possible."
"Okay, I understand!"
Julia nodded obediently, responding with great enthusiasm.
She liked this division of labor. She only needed to exert effort, leaving all the thinking and decision-making to Chuck.
Unlike when they first built the basic blueprint, this time there was no need to select a new location. Chuck just stood in front of the target structure and activated the blueprint. White light points, like stardust, emerged from the air, slowly enveloping the shelter.
Paired with the newly covered area, it was clear that the upgraded shelter transformed from a single-sloping roof to a symmetrical gable design. The added hardwood beams solidly supported the entire framework, making the shelter look sturdy and massive.
The blueprint's progress bar appeared accordingly.
To upgrade the basic shelter to a reinforced shelter, the most critical materials were 4 pieces of hardwood and 6 logs.
Compared to the four logs required for the initial construction, the material demand had more than doubled.
But the good news was that, thanks to the flint collected at the riverbed, Chuck's tools were much better.
So, after grabbing his gear, Chuck traveled light to the top of the cliff.
The morning air was fresh, and the view from the cliff had a unique charm.
The towering volcano was illuminated by the golden morning sun, and the stone riverbed below his feet glowed with a warm luster.
He walked through the area, reaching the outskirts of the redwood forest—the same spot where he had fought the Hakimi for his life yesterday.
Without mourning the death of the Hakimi for a moment, Chuck immediately pulled out the brand-new Flint Axe, selecting a thick, straight, and appropriately sized redwood.
Gripping it with both hands, he tentatively swung at the trunk.
"Dong—"
A crisp, solid sound echoed through the forest. Wood chips flew, and the axe head bit into the grain of the wood.
It works!
Chuck was overjoyed. He immediately swung the axe, leaning his shoulder into the strike, and began chopping.
It proved that tool quality was indeed proportional to efficiency.
Although the redwood was hard, the Flint Axe in Chuck's hands could still cut deep quickly, even faster than when he chopped ordinary trees before.
Half an hour later, the first redwood crashed down with a push from his foot.
He expertly trimmed the branches and leaves, tested the weight—it was indeed heavy—and carried it to the stone riverbed first, then rolled it forward as planned.
After crossing the riverbed, the passage leading to the platform, though narrow, was conveniently downhill, so it wasn't too strenuous.
It took only one hour to chop down and transport one piece of hardwood back.
His physical exertion wasn't too great.
Four pieces of hardwood meant four round trips. During this time, the Flint Axe dulled from frequent chopping, so he had to search the riverbed for materials again and synthesize a new one.
By the time the last piece of hardwood was transported back to the platform, the sun was directly overhead…
Chuck sat down by the fire, panting, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Now, all he needed was to chop six more logs nearby, and the task would be complete!
Julia, beside him, timely brought him a bowl of tea brewed with some kind of fragrant herbs, and tenderly wiped the sweat from his face.
"Take a break. It's almost lunchtime."
"Okay."
Chuck smiled and nodded, taking the clay bowl and draining it in one go. Then, his attention was drawn by an alluring scent.
Since he had mentioned this morning that he was getting tired of meat soup, he noticed that Julia had prepared a different dish for him today.
Looking closer, he saw that the clay pot seemed to have some lard added, and was being used to stir-fry wild vegetables and cubed smoked meat.
No wonder it smelled so good—it was stir-fried meat with lard!
As a side note, when they were firing the clay pot and jars in the kiln, Julia had used a leftover piece of clay to hand-mold a spoon and a spatula.
Though they looked a bit crude, they actually seemed usable.
"Julia, were you always this good at cooking?"
Watching the foreign woman move the clay spatula around in the pot, Chuck felt she didn't seem like a foreigner at all, but rather like the owner of a small restaurant kitchen back home.
"Me?"
Hearing Chuck's words, Julia seemed surprised, but her hands didn't stop. She replied with a soft smile, "Do you remember I said I lived in China for a while when I was little?"
"Yeah."
"My parents were working there then, but they were often too busy to look after me, so I started cooking for myself since then."
Chuck nodded in understanding.
Now that he thought about it, although he and Julia had become so intimate, he really didn't know much about her past or her former life.
This was completely different from Chuck's usual way of dating, where the conventional wisdom was to first understand a person's social status and background before getting close.
Yet, here they were, attracted to each other naturally, without knowing anything about each other's past, parents, or families.
It was as if all that mattered to them was the person in front of them right now.
But this didn't seem like a bad thing.
This was a situation that could only occur on a deserted island, completely detached from the mundane world—like Adam and Eve trapped in the Garden of Eden. It was the most primal romance between a man and a woman.
"Then I am a lucky man to be able to enjoy your cooking every day."
Chuck smiled, looking at Julia with admiration.
At these words, the foreign woman's face immediately flushed red with a mixture of shyness and joy. Even with her usually open and passionate personality, she lowered her head like a young girl, her heart pounding, unsure how to respond.
But just as the atmosphere grew intimate, Chuck suddenly looked up, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
Speaking of which, if there was more than one Eve in this Garden of Eden, being Adam truly was a blessing.
"Well, look who it is."
Julia froze, looking up in the direction Chuck was gazing.
She saw a familiar, voluptuous figure appear on the stone slope.