After Chuck's final words, Gu Yitong's expression became incredibly dramatic.
The water stains below her body predictably flooded again, but the struggle and pain on her face were also unprecedented.
But she ultimately returned, looking utterly lost.
Chuck, sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly curved his lips.
What a puppet of a puppet.
A few days ago, he might have genuinely believed Gu Yitong was sacrificing her dignity for her daughter, blablabla…
But now, for her daughter?
Don't be ridiculous.
After all, he had risked his life yesterday to save Gu Momo's. Had the woman not seen that?
Chuck's concern and care for Gu Momo were undisguised. Given this, even if Gu Yitong said nothing, Chuck would certainly take good care of Gu Momo and ensure her safety and comfort.
Yet, despite this, the woman still came to him to put on the act of the "desperate mother."
What for?
The answer was painfully obvious.
Her phrase, "Please take care of Momo for me!" actually sounded in Chuck's ears like…
"Please let me be your bitch!"
What a contradictory woman.
Even at this point, she still couldn't truly accept her perverted instincts. She still needed to use her daughter as an excuse to satisfy her deviant desire to be humiliated by Chuck in the future.
This excuse was both a deception to Chuck and a deception to herself.
The afternoon slowly passed. Chuck and Julia did not indulge in any further intimacy but instead rested comfortably on the bed, taking a nap before getting up to continue their afternoon plans.
The coral reef in the kiln was firing smoothly and would be done by bedtime. Therefore, besides charcoal, the only materials needed for the kiln upgrade were clay and clay bricks.
The task was simple: the classic job of digging mud with the foreign woman.
By now, Julia, who had engaged in intimate relations with him many times, was no longer modest in his presence. To avoid getting their clothes dirty, they stripped off all their clothes and shoes beforehand, squatting in the mud pit wearing only their underwear to cover the crucial areas.
The foreign woman's pale skin and hot body, partially obscured by the mud, had a unique appeal, which added some excitement to Chuck's labor.
Synthesizing clay bricks required mud and fine sand. Settling clay required mixing mud with seawater to form a suspension and letting it settle. Together, they needed forty portions of mud, requiring multiple trips to and from the beach to collect seawater and fine sand.
Fortunately, this was not the first time Chuck and Julia had done this, and they were already highly skilled.
Working together, they managed to complete all the necessary clay bricks before sunset and placed the last bamboo tube containing the suspension in the corner of the shelter.
At this point, the only material left for the kiln upgrade was the final ten portions of charcoal.
Another day concluded successfully. It was worth noting that with a full day of low-intensity labor, the pain in Chuck's leg gradually diminished as he worked. Now, he no longer needed the walking staff to support his movement.
He could even exert force with his legs without pain, as long as he didn't deliberately touch the bruised area.
Even Chuck himself was surprised by this.
He knew that appropriate low-intensity exercise might help blood flow and promote recovery for muscle strains or injuries, but it seemed exaggerated that an injury that was agonizing to move yesterday could recover to this extent in just one day…
Ultimately, it was likely due to a fundamental transformation in Chuck's body under the influence of the potion.
In the evening, Chuck and Julia made a long-awaited return to the Southern Beach, their initial starting point.
The cave near the reef area, which sheltered them during the first difficult days, was now empty again. Chuck might use it to store miscellaneous items in the future.
With the foreign woman holding his arm, the two, who had already stripped naked, crossed the reef and arrived at the shallow sea where they first bathed together.
Under the setting sun, they washed the mud off each other's bodies in the ocean.
The coarse soap made from lard was a bit ugly and didn't lather up easily, but it was durable.
Chuck rubbed the soap in his hands for a moment, then placed it in the foreign woman's hand. He then gently cupped the pair of soft, smooth, round twin mounds before him, stroking them lightly from bottom to top.
From the southern hemisphere to the warm armpit, the foreign woman's body heat transferred to his fingertips, causing his long spear to rise again, pointing directly toward the smooth, small abdomen before him.
Her cheeks flushed slightly. She occasionally raised her delicate blue eyes to meet Chuck's shy gaze. Her small hands, also covered in soapy foam, gently rested on Chuck's firm chest, stroking downwards from his chest muscles to his well-defined abs, and further down to the throbbing, hot long spear below.
Her small face grew even redder. The sight of her beloved man's sturdy body made her heart pound, and she felt a stirring of female hormones. A sense of itchiness and emptiness emanated from the cave below.
Julia bit her lower lip. Her small hands involuntarily grasped the spear and began to fondle it back and forth.
"Darling, your muscles are so beautiful. I love them so much."
Chuck immediately narrowed his eyes, a smile appearing on his face.
In fact, after taking the second Red Potion, along with the 40% boost to his physical stats and faster injury recovery, Chuck's physique had improved further.
His height, previously over 180 cm, had now reached about 183 cm. While his muscular build hadn't significantly increased in circumference, the lines were clearer, and the energy contained within was further enhanced.
The actual increase in strength was not absolutely correlated with muscle size.
Many bodybuilders or influencers on the internet, though bulky as oxen, often relied on unhealthy practices and performance enhancers for visual effects that were useless in actual application, often resulting in severe health issues. Only a few lucky and smart ones managed to stop in time before severe consequences.
In contrast to these outwardly impressive but functionally weak displays, true strength was often subtle.
For example, if one day you accidentally bump into an unassuming, lean-looking person on the street—perhaps with slightly oddly shaped ears like dumplings—and you think of getting verbally aggressive, you should think twice. You might find yourself instantly knocked out.
Chuck was now similar. Aside from being a bit taller, he looked like a fit young man with a slight exercise background. However, his stats were steadily increasing across the board.
Not only was his physical strength nearing the limits of a human, but his perception and reaction time—factors greatly influencing combat ability—were also far beyond those of an ordinary person. It could be said that he currently had almost no weaknesses, aside from a lack of formal combat techniques.
Unfortunately, on a deserted island, no one could teach him such skills, and his enemies were not human fighters but fierce, bloodthirsty, territorial beasts.
In the future, he would inevitably face more life-or-death battles on the island.
The foreign woman pressed her small face against his chest, inhaling deeply, while her small hands greedily gripped his long spear. Her pair of long, pale legs restlessly rubbed together.
The foam on their bodies gradually dried. Chuck gently embraced the exquisite woman in his arms, truly enjoying the moment. Suddenly, he remembered something important.
He gently held Julia's shoulders, pushing her soft body slightly away. Then, looking into her slightly unfocused, delicate face, he asked in a low voice.
"Although you haven't said anything, I should still ask. Tonight, I…"
"Hey, I know."
Before Chuck could finish, his lips were gently pressed by a soft finger.
Julia suddenly looked up. Her delicate small face showed no hint of sadness, only soft tenderness and affection.
"Honestly, I find it a little strange myself… I know you're about to make love with another woman, but I don't feel as jealous as I imagined."
Julia couldn't help but chuckle at her own words. Then, the tip of her delicate foot, pressed into the shallow sea gravel, gently rose, and she kissed Chuck's cheek with her red lips.
"I think I once heard that this mentality is called Cuckold Fetish in your country. Could it be… that I'm a woman with a Cuckold Fetish?"
Chuck smiled wryly at her words.
After a brief thought, he returned a kiss to Julia's forehead. Then, he lowered his head and said tenderly.
"No. You just know that no matter who is with me, the feelings between us will never change."
Chuck spoke calmly, without the solemnity of making a promise or the flattering words of a charmer. He spoke as if stating the obvious.
But hearing it made Julia feel profoundly at ease.
"Mmm~ You're right."
Julia looked up at Chuck, and her beautiful, delicate eyes sparkled with a light that made his heart tremble.
The heartbeat of the exquisite body in his arms grew more pronounced. Her pale, naked body trembled slightly, and then Julia parted her red lips and suddenly confessed her deep feelings to him.
"Darling, I love you."
Chuck was instantly stunned by those three words.
Both he and Julia were adults. Although they came from different backgrounds, this word was not something they would casually say.
It carried deep meaning, involving loyalty and responsibility. The moment she spoke it, it meant she was serious.
Chuck's heart suddenly trembled.
The scenes of the past few days, supporting each other and sharing life on this deserted island with Julia, flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
He could no longer hold back. He immediately cupped Julia's delicate face in his hands, leaned down, and gently pressed his forehead against hers.
"I love you too."
With that, he kissed her deeply.
Under the sunset, the naked couple embraced and kissed in the sea.
The golden afterglow bathed their bodies, imbuing the scene with a strange, sacred quality.
Their lips and tongues intertwined. The kiss was long and lingering.
After a long while, the two reluctantly parted. Strings of sticky saliva connected in the air like silver threads, and their lingering affection reached its peak again.
Julia suddenly wrapped her arms around Chuck's neck. Her explosive long legs suddenly exerted force, leaping up as Chuck quickly secured her full, round buttocks.
The foreign woman's rosy feet hooked tightly around Chuck's lower back. Her soft twin mounds pressed hard against his upper chest. She leaned her red lips close to Chuck's ear and said in a slightly trembling voice.
"Although I won't be jealous, I really don't like that woman."
"So, even if tonight is her first time, she can only take my leftovers."
After saying this, her plump, perky hips suddenly moved on their own. Her warm, slick small mouth quickly found the tip of his hot long spear.
The foreign woman's voice sounded again near his ear.
"Darling, do you remember? Our first night was in this position."
Chuck held the pair of pink buttocks firmly in his hands and responded with a smile.
"Of course I remember."
Julia suddenly withdrew her slender neck. Her hands, which had been around Chuck's neck, gently cupped his cheeks. Her trembling, beautiful eyes met his gaze again.
"Then, my beast, look into my eyes just like that night, and conquer me fiercely!"
When your woman says words like that, there is no man who can refuse.
Chuck didn't speak but answered with action.
As his hands suddenly dropped slightly, and his hips thrust forward with force, the pair of exquisite, jewel-like eyes before him widened abruptly, and the pupils instantly shrunk. Accompanied by a cry of pure pleasure, the beast within Chuck awoke, followed by a fierce storm of powerful thrusts.
The pair of pale, long legs hooked around Chuck's waist trembled incessantly with every forceful movement. The toes of her delicate feet occasionally splayed open and closed, or curled up, causing her arches to twitch.
Amidst such intense engagement, the couple's body temperatures rose higher and higher. Sweat and unrinsed soap foam mixed together, slowly running down, finally pooling at the fiercely colliding crotches, mixing with more transparent, sticky fluids to draw out white strands.
Interacting wildly while maintaining eye contact, watching her eyes become blurred and unfocused with each of his thrusts, and hearing her escalating screams—there was nothing more satisfying to a man's desire for conquest.
Chuck became increasingly aroused, gradually nearing his climax. Finally, Julia's pale body tensed up sharply again. The long legs hooked around Chuck's waist clamped down with unprecedented intensity. Her already frantic eyes still watched Chuck. While maintaining eye contact, she let out an unprecedentedly high-pitched scream.
"I love you, Darling, I really, really love you!!!"
The next second, her pale body began to shake violently. A strong sensation of squeezing and spasming radiated from his long spear. Chuck's legs were immediately dampened. He finally couldn't hold back. Staring into Julia's already glazed-over eyes, he delivered the final thrust.
Strands of white fluid slowly descended from the air, scattering like silk threads in the seawater.
Finally, after her convulsing body became still, Chuck slowly lowered Julia, then changed his grip and lifted the utterly spent woman in a bridal carry again.
Julia rested languidly and exhausted against his chest, her small face radiating only happiness and love.
Chuck lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and smiled helplessly.
"Silly girl, why do you confess your love while you're squirtin'?"