Behind them, the firewood in the clay pot crackled.
The storm outside still raged.
Chuck stood by the window, frowning.
Unlike the previous heavy rain, this was a true storm. It came without warning, the rain was heavier, and it brought howling gales.
Even the continuously upgraded wooden house was shaking constantly. While it wouldn't collapse, it couldn't fully withstand the accumulated water creeping in and the cold wind blowing through the windows.
Since being stranded on the deserted island, this was perhaps the first true storm he had encountered.
It was also the first time Chuck had felt the full power of nature.
If… just if, over the past few days, he hadn't worked so hard to build the kiln and upgrade the house.
That storm would likely have easily destroyed his former lean-to.
Going back further, if he had listened to Julia's advice and stayed in the seaside cave on the South Beach, just foraging by the sea and getting by, would the two of them have been swallowed by the roaring waves today?
Now, he had beautiful women waiting on the bed behind him, a warm fire in the clay pot by the bed, and he could stand securely by the window watching the storm outside. This meant that every bit of labor and sweat he had put in during those past days was not wasted.
What about the future?
Will survival on this deserted island become increasingly difficult? Will more tricky challenges and hardships await him?
After all, he was no longer the lone young man who only worried about feeding himself. He had people to protect, responsibilities to bear.
On the deserted island, he could rest and relax temporarily. But the string in his heart must always remain taut.
Chuck let out a long breath, then turned and walked toward the large bed.
On one side of the two pushed-together beds, Julia was sleeping exhausted on her side under a blanket. The Energy Essence Chuck had just injected was slowly and gently nourishing her body within her womb.
On the other twin bed, the Gu mother and daughter were kneeling side-by-side, both looking at him with nervous anticipation.
Walking slowly to the bedside, Chuck's gaze lowered. Gu Mòmo, as always, shyly looked away, but occasionally stole glances at him with her large, watery eyes.
"Mòmo, look up."
Chuck spoke in a low voice. As his words landed, Gu Mòmo's slender, petite shoulder trembled. She finally forced herself to look up, meeting Chuck's gaze pitifully, her light brown eyes quivering slightly.
Looking at the delicate, lovely little Loli before him, Chuck slowly raised a finger, gently stroking her smooth, soft cheek, then tracing her slender, pale neck.
Finally, his fingertip rested on her soft, small chin.
Chuck gently stroked it with his fingertip and asked softly.
"Are you sure you've thought this through?"
At his words, Gu Yitong also turned to look at her daughter, a hint of unconcealed worry in her eyes.
Gu Mòmo's cheeks flushed again. She suddenly lowered her head and took out her phone from her overalls pocket…
But Chuck forcefully lifted her hand and snatched the phone away.
"Hey…"
Gu Mòmo let out a soft cry. A hint of panic instantly flashed in her eyes. She looked up at Chuck again, full of helplessness and shyness.
Chuck sighed, helplessly placing both phones at the head of the bed, then spoke again.
"You are right in front of me. Why do we need to communicate through a screen?"
"I…"
Seeing Gu Mòmo's pitiful expression, an idea slowly formed in Chuck's mind.
Since meeting Gu Mòmo, her contradictory personality had always puzzled Chuck. He had considered privately asking Gu Yitong why she could communicate normally through a screen but could barely make eye contact when facing others.
But as of today, the little Loli had entrusted her body and heart to him. The answer to that question seemed less important to Chuck now.
When Gu Mòmo wanted to tell him, she would naturally speak up. Even if she never said a word, it wouldn't stop Chuck from loving and caring for her.
And penetrating her.
"Mmm."
Gu Mòmo nodded, her cheeks flushed, her voice still a whisper. Then, she bravely looked up and asked softly.
"Can I… can I call you… Daddy?"
At her words, not only Chuck but even her mother, Gu Yitong, next to her, was stunned.
Hearing this, Chuck instinctively chuckled.
He rubbed his nose, then glanced at Gu Yitong nearby, who was frowning, looking down with a thoughtful expression.
He had a vague guess in his mind.
He looked back at Gu Mòmo, who was still looking at him with that same innocent, pitiful expression.
He pondered for a moment, then nodded.
"If you feel better doing that."
With that, he smiled and gently stroked Gu Mòmo's little head.
Hearing this, her petite body suddenly trembled violently. She immediately leaned forward, hugging Chuck's waist tightly, her small face pressed against his abs.
Although she had just graduated from high school and her mindset was not fully mature, she was still an eighteen-year-old adult. Gu Mòmo knew what love was, and she understood her feelings for Chuck. All of this had nothing to do with him being her savior or his previous kindness to her.
The moment she first saw Chuck, Gu Mòmo fell in love at first sight.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have given him the precious phone she had secretly hidden and brought on the plane just to keep in contact with him after their first meeting. And she certainly wouldn't have confessed to Chuck that day, offering herself to him.
"Daddy—"
This cry carried a hint of coquetry, but more so, the tender, youthful love of a girl.
Chuck smiled and nodded, continuing to gently stroke her soft head. Then his gaze slowly shifted to the dazed Gu Yitong beside them.
"Strip naked and lie down."
At these words, Gu Yitong's plump shoulders trembled violently. The mature mother, knowing what was about to happen, looked at her daughter beside her with a complex expression, then raised her head to look at Chuck and pleaded softly.
"Chuck, please, can you let Mòmo and me…"
Slap.
Before she could finish, a moderate slap landed on her beautiful cheek, instantly silencing her and making her face flush again.
"Didn't you hear? What did your daughter call me just now?"
Chuck said this, then, under Gu Yitong's watchful eyes, extended his hands and slowly unhooked the straps of Gu Mòmo's slender shoulders.
"…"
Gu Yitong's eyes were vacant. She subconsciously nodded.
"I… I heard."
"Then what should you call me?"
At this question, Gu Yitong's face turned completely red.
If Mòmo called him that, then what should she call him?
Her plump, alluring body trembled. She knelt on the bed, facing Chuck. Tightly biting her red lip, she looked up cautiously and shyly, uttering the title she had never said to anyone in her life.
"…Husband?"
Slap!
Another unapologetic slap.
This time, Chuck used a little more force, so it was noticeably louder than before, causing Gu Yitong's head to turn sideways. A faint palm print appeared on the beautiful, mature woman's face.
"A bitch. Who the hell is your husband?"
Chuck internally wanted to laugh. He knew he was being unreasonable, but he also knew this was exactly what Gu Yitong liked.
Therefore, his expression remained cold. He then took out the object he had prepared and threw it in front of Gu Yitong, who was covering her face, looking startled but gradually becoming excited.
"Take your thing, and then remember clearly: what am I to you?"
Gu Yitong's gaze slowly moved down.
Sure enough, just like during their walk on the beach before, it was the dog leash Chuck had made from his belt and a vine.
At this moment, as if her hands were being controlled, Gu Yitong unhesitatingly reached out, picked up the leash, and quickly fastened it around her own neck.
Then, she raised her head, arched her plump, mature hips, instantly switching from the dignified mother's kneeling posture to an all-fours, doggy-style crawl. She then wiggled her ample hips and called out.
"...Master."
Chuck nodded in satisfaction. He then took one end of the leash and pointed to the bed behind her: "Go lie down over there and be our meat cushion."
At these words, Gu Yitong's entire seductive body shook uncontrollably. Her thighs immediately became soaked. She raised her slender neck, letting out a light, excited dog sound from her red lips.
"Woof!"
Then, under Gu Mòmo's astonished gaze, she quickly stripped off her dress. As the tight hem was pulled all the way over her head, a pair of fragrant, shy tits bounced out with rolling waves, revealing her already unclothed, plump, mature body underneath.
She used her hands and feet to flop onto the bed on her back, her face blood-red, and gently beckoned to Gu Mòmo.
Mòmo, come here.
Since her identity was that of a bitch now, she naturally could not speak human words, but Gu Mòmo naturally understood her mother's meaning from the gesture.
The little Loli then timidly looked up at Chuck and asked.
"Do I… do I need to take off my clothes now?"
Chuck smiled: "What do you think?"
Gu Mòmo blushed and lowered her head. Then, she carefully and one by one peeled off her clothes.
From the denim overalls, to the soft white cotton T-shirt, then the pink cute little tank top underneath, and finally, the pink panties with a little bear pattern.
Throughout the entire process, Chuck watched without blinking.
This was the first time he had witnessed Gu Mòmo's body, and the first time he truly understood the meaning of the word "tender."
Snow-white, delicate shoulders, a chest with a subtle, youthful curve, and a waist so small he could encircle it with his hands.
Every inch of her skin exuded a dewy luster, full of collagen. The fresh, youthful scent of a girl wafted to his nose, making her feel like the freshest fruit of early autumn, tempting Chuck to take a bite.
Finally, Gu Mòmo used her fingertips to gently pull off the white cotton ankle socks from her small feet, revealing a pair of tender feet almost the size of Chuck's palm, so small he could cup them in one hand.
This girl, as tender as a spring bamboo shoot tip, finally revealed every inch of her body to Chuck for the first time.
Gu Mòmo was now too shy to look up at Chuck, tightly covering her face with her small hands. Her pale, slender legs were pressed tightly together, and her thin shoulders trembled slightly, like a frightened little animal.
Chuck smiled helplessly, knowing it was time for him to take control of the situation.
He leaned slightly, placing his warm hands directly under her soft armpits. Then, amidst her soft cry, he lifted her up.
He knelt on one knee by the bed, climbed onto the twin beds, and gently placed the delicate body in his hands onto the "meat cushion" that had been waiting for a long time.
Her soft, short hair scattered over the plump cushion. Lying in her mother's embrace, the familiar sense of security slightly soothed Gu Mòmo's tense nerves.
Gu Yitong beneath her also sensed her daughter's nervousness. She gently stroked her hair with her soft hand. Her pair of plump tits, flattened like water bags by gravity, drooped slightly to the sides. The beautiful, mature eyes held both pity for her daughter and the excitement of being a living meat cushion.
Looking at the mother and daughter stacked together like a Jenga game—one on top, one below; one tender, one mature; one small, one large—Chuck's long gun, which had only just climaxed, instantly became scorching hot again, like a fire poker.
Even he was surprised that the usual soreness during the second round was significantly less. It seemed the Yellow Potion's enhancement was comprehensive, reducing not only the cooldown time but also increasing size and stock capacity.
Chuck lowered his head. He took hold of the girl's tender feet, one in each hand, and began to play with them carefully.
The soles of her feet were soft and smooth, completely without any roughness. Her toes were supple, and her arches were soft. Holding them felt like a pair of high-quality, soft jade—delicate, pleasurable, and irresistible.
"Mmm—"
Feeling ticklish from Chuck kneading her small feet, Gu Mòmo, who was covering her face, let out a whimper. Her pair of small feet struggled slightly, and her tiny, pink toes curled up anxiously.
Chuck looked down and saw glistening wetness appear between both the slender pale legs and the plump legs beneath them. He knew then.
It was time to get down to business.
He gently lifted the pair of girl's tender feet and slowly separated them toward her sides.
"Oh…"
Gu Mòmo's petite body instantly tensed. Her slender, tender legs tried to resist and close, but as Chuck spread her soft, pink feet wider, her efforts were ultimately futile.
The girl's most private and precious spot was now completely exposed before Chuck.
The rosy, gentle folds were shyly pressed together, leaving only a fine line.
Chuck's gaze froze. He slowly looked up, his eyes full of shock.
It's a single line…
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he moved his legs forward. The scalding tip of his gun slowly approached, dipping into the already flooded, mature jungle below, using her mother's sweet nectar for sufficient lubrication to lessen Gu Mòmo's pain.
Finally, Chuck gently pressed against the soft gate of Gu Mòmo's flower. He glanced to the side, looking into the bewildered, frenzied eyes of the mature woman pressed underneath.
"What should you say to me now?"
Gu Yitong bit her lower lip. Saliva unconsciously slipped from the corner of her mouth. She cried out with both heartache and excitement.
"Please, Master… take Mòmo's virginity."