That night.
The four of them had a simple dinner inside the wooden house, then each went to the beach to wash up. Chuck also made good on his promise—giving Gu Mòmo a specially made bar of rough soap.
The clean little girl, now fully recovered, was extremely happy to receive it. She hugged Chuck repeatedly, then couldn't wait to take a good bath.
As the night deepened, the four people settled down on the two double wooden beds pushed together inside the wooden house.
After so many days on the island, sleeping off the ground for the first time at night made the Gu mother and daughter excited. Gu Mòmo's small hand gripped Chuck's arm and didn't let go.
The wooden house, now with walls, offered warmth and protection from the wind. Chuck had the foreign bombshell clinging to him like an octopus on his left, and the little lolita, whose soft chest was locking his arm, on his right. The faint, mature feminine scent of the mature bitch wafted in from the other side.
The three women's breathing gradually stabilized, and they soon fell into a deep sleep.
Only Chuck remained, staring blankly at the ceiling.
With this, another milestone goal had been achieved.
The day Chuck discovered the Sago palm in the swamp, he formulated a plan and progressed step by step: from burning charcoal and upgrading the kiln to firing water vats, and finally, cutting down the Sago palm and processing it through synthesis.
Now, he had finally succeeded.
From now on, as long as he had the Workstation Cheat by his side, the Sago palm grove in the swamp would be his granary, providing them with a large supply of staple carbohydrates!
But the momentary sense of accomplishment was soon followed by new pressure.
After all, as a man, he couldn't only conquer women in bed; he also had to shoulder the corresponding responsibilities outside of it, supporting the entire family single-handedly and ensuring they were well-fed, clothed, safe, and healthy.
Currently, they had barely reached a state of subsistence, but they still had a long way to go before achieving comfort and security.
Fortunately, Chuck was not afraid of pressure; for him, pressure was motivation.
"Darling…"
Just as Chuck was about to close his eyes, Julia's soft call suddenly reached his ear.
Chuck turned his head, and in the bright moonlight filtering through the window, he saw her gently trembling golden eyelashes and soft blue eyes.
He lowered his voice and replied.
"What is it? Not asleep yet?"
"Not sleepy… Hehe."
The foreign bombshell puffed out her cheeks, showing a cute expression. As their relationship grew stronger, she showed this little-girl demeanor to Chuck more and more often.
Chuck lovingly pinched her cheek, then pulled her closer to him, her soft, tender body pressing tightly against his.
Julia buried her small face in Chuck's neck, her delicate nose twitching as she savored his scent, then spoke again.
"Hey, I heard you're going to make love to the little sister tomorrow?"
"Uh…"
Chuck raised an eyebrow at that, then turned his head: "I thought you were asleep then?"
"With that dog making so much noise, how could I sleep? I was just too tired from what you did to me to move."
"Alright."
Chuck smiled helplessly, then kissed her tender forehead.
"Are you upset?"
"No, I already knew you'd eventually go for her."
"Why do you see me as some kind of human pervert?"
"Oh? Aren't you, Darling?"
Chuck thought about it and couldn't refute it.
"But that's what I love about you."
Julia parted her lips again, her tongue hooking Chuck's earlobe, skillfully taking it into her mouth, whispering in a gentle voice.
"I love you, and I love what's down there. Even watching you fuck other women makes me so wet…"
As she spoke, her small hand suddenly slipped into Chuck's trousers, gently gripping the tip that was already starting to rise.
Chuck narrowed his eyes and glanced at the mother and daughter sleeping beside them. He was about to flip over and press the little slut beneath him, but the warm, moist lips that held his earlobe suddenly pleaded.
"No, Darling went too hard today. I haven't recovered yet. Just let me help you this way, okay?"
Hearing this, Chuck felt a little disappointed but gladly accepted. After all, he had little stamina left.
If there was one area where Julia had made the fastest progress over the past few days, it was definitely this little mouth. Whether it was licking his ear or something else, her slender, slick tongue had become increasingly like a nimble tentacle.
It would flick quickly, then gently stroke and tease, then forcefully suck on Chuck's earlobe in a vacuum, making his spine tremble as if electrified.
Coupled with the rapid movements of her soft little hand, she seemed to want him to finish quickly so they could rest earlier. So, from the start, she attacked the most vulnerable point relentlessly, her soft thumb pad occasionally rubbing the tip.
Chuck was fully immersed in enjoying the foreign bombshell's service. Without any thought of stopping, he quickly neared the finish line. Sensing his swelling, the foreign bombshell flexibly bent over, her long, fluffy blonde hair brushing Chuck's chest as her face dipped down.
With a warm, slick sensation enveloping him, Chuck sharply tensed his abdomen, gently grabbed the long hair at the back of her head, and his thigh involuntarily lifted.
One minute later.
Gulp.
Accompanied by an undisguised swallowing sound, the small blonde head returned to Chuck's embrace. She chuckled with a captivating voice.
"Thank you for the midnight snack, Darling~"
Three sessions in one day. Even for Chuck, he was finally running on fumes.
Although the Red and Blue Potions were miraculous, enhancing his body and mind, they only offered indirect improvements to his masculinity. They hadn't provided the direct percentage boost seen in his physique and senses.
This meant that at least half of the reason Chuck had been able to consecutively and dominantly battle the foreign bombshell and the mature bitch over the past few days was due to his youthful vigor and his already above-average natural talent.
But even above average, he was still just a mortal man.
Before falling asleep, a strange thought couldn't help but surface in his mind.
The so-called Jing, Qi, and Shen (Essence, Vitality, and Spirit) are the three fundamental energies of a person. Qi is vital energy, the flesh-and-blood body that sustains life; Shen is the spirit, the representative of will and consciousness.
Chuck had already strengthened the latter two through the Red and Blue Potions, benefiting greatly.
But what about Jing, the foremost of the three energies?
The Jing in Jing, Qi, and Shen is not the Jing (spirit) of the mind, but the congenital Jing (essence), the generative and reproductive essence inherited from parents. The saying goes, if Jing is full, Qi is sufficient, and if Qi is sufficient, Shen is vigorous. In this aspect, Chuck had never received any enhancement…
So, did the Yellow Lycoris, only described on the Alchemy Panel, have something to do with this?
What kind of effect would the Yellow Potion have?
Feeling the emptiness in his body, drowsiness and fatigue swept over his limbs like a tide. Chuck's eyelids grew heavy, and with this question in his mind, he gradually drifted off to sleep.
Because of his exhaustion from the entire day and the solid ceiling of the wooden house, Chuck failed to notice that as the time approached midnight, the full moon in the sky was becoming increasingly bright…
In a certain cave on the island, the bright yellow, beautiful flower that had long since broken through the soil was emitting an increasingly strong light along with the full moon in the sky.
The moment the clock struck midnight, the full moon and the petals simultaneously burst forth with an unprecedented brilliance.
In an instant, a beam of yellow light shot into the sky. The lunar disk above acted like a mirror, reflecting the light down, straight toward the isolated wooden house on the island!
It then passed through the rafters without obstruction, passed through the golden hair, and vanished into Julia's head as she slept peacefully…
That night, Julia slept exceptionally deeply.
Perhaps it was the exhaustion, or perhaps the comfort of the bed and the warmth of the person beside her, it was as if she had never slept so comfortably, so long, in her entire life.
She slept until she naturally woke up.
Not knowing how long she had slept, Julia finally rubbed her eyes and groggily climbed out of bed.
She yawned and stretched, then unhurriedly turned around, ready to look at Chuck beside her.
But when she opened her eyes, what greeted her was a dim room and unfamiliar surroundings, causing her gaze and body to freeze.
The bed beside her was soft and clean, the white sheets spotless.
But the man's figure was nowhere to be seen.
Julia felt a sudden chill in her heart. She raised her hand to rub her tired eyes and looked down again.
She saw that she was wearing a hotel nightgown.
She was covered by hotel bedding.
The chill suddenly spread from her heart to the top of her head, crawling across her spine like a swarm of ants.
"Darling?"
Julia's voice trembled as she whispered his name, but the only response was the humming of the air conditioner overhead, which seemed to have been on for a long time.
The dark room seemed unfamiliar at first glance, but she quickly recognized it as the hotel room she had booked near the airport before taking her flight home to her native Canada.
I… am back???
Realizing this, a surge of joy first flooded Julia's heart.
But then her face immediately fell.
Wait.
The plane crash and being stranded on the deserted island were real events that had happened. Even if she had been rescued, how could she suddenly wake up in this hotel room from the wooden house on the deserted island?!
She had only stayed in this hotel once in her life.
At this moment, Julia reached a chilling conclusion.
She hadn't returned, she had…
"Gone back in time?"
Julia murmured, then suddenly thought of something. She grabbed the phone by the bed as if triggered.
She turned on the screen, and the clock and date on the phone displayed a number that made her body tremble.
July 8, 2025, 22:17.
I really went back in time!
When Julia realized this, her eyes inexplicably welled up with tears.
She felt an indescribable sadness in her heart.
If she hadn't met him, leaving the deserted island would naturally be a good thing.
But now, that beautiful memory that felt like a dream, the relationship she had with Chuck…
Was it all going to vanish into thin air?
Julia lit up the screen, wanting to call Chuck, but then her eyes became blank.
She didn't have Chuck's number at all.
In fact, the current her was a complete stranger to him.
No.
Although contacting Chuck was important, he was also going to board that doomed flight!
She remembered a movie called The Butterfly Effect, where the protagonist repeatedly went back in time, and even minor changes, like a butterfly flapping its wings causing a hurricane on the other side of the world, led to terrible consequences.
So, if everything started over, could Chuck still survive the crash?
A chill ran through Julia at the thought.
She absolutely must stop that plane from taking off!
Fortunately, there was still time…
The flight was scheduled to take off around 8:00 AM, and the crash would occur approximately three to four hours after takeoff.
Thinking this, Julia didn't bother to tidy up. She flipped off the bed, turned on the room light, frantically searched for her clothes, quickly put them on, and without even grabbing her luggage, she pulled out the key card and rushed out of the room.
Ten minutes later, in the airport lobby.
After smoothly passing through security as usual, Julia immediately headed to the check-in counter.
It was close to midnight, but the airport counters were still busy. Julia found an unoccupied window and rushed up to it without preamble.
The attendant, who was chatting with colleagues and slacking off, suddenly saw a blonde foreign girl and immediately became alert, putting on a professional smile.
"Good evening, madam. How may I help you?"
But as soon as the words left her mouth, her brow furrowed.
The blonde girl standing outside the counter looked unusually pale, her complexion was poor, and her breathing was quick and tight, seeming very nervous.
"Excuse me, what time does flight XXX to Toronto take off?"
The blonde girl leaned in and quickly asked.
The attendant was surprised by her fluent Chinese. Although she felt a little strange, it was a normal inquiry, so she nodded.
"Please wait a moment, I'll check for you."
She quickly entered the flight number to search. The result appeared, and she looked up and smiled in response.
"It takes off tomorrow morning at 8:10 AM, madam."
Just as expected.
Hearing this answer, Julia could no longer control her emotions. She rushed to the counter, her breath ragged, her voice trembling with indisputable urgency: "Listen to me, this flight cannot take off!"
"It will crash!!!"