Gu Yitong didn't just stand around. After cleaning the dishes, she returned to the cabin and proactively took care of household chores.
Since Chuck upgraded the cabin to a flat house, the floor inside changed from the uneven stone slope platform to a smooth, cemented base. Now, with the addition of wooden furniture, the clutter inside and out only increased.
Household chores followed suit.
However, the trio's life had steadily moved from sleeping rough toward civilization and comfort.
And Gu Yitong, once an elite professional, now willingly became Chuck's maid…
And bitch.
After more than two hours of hard work, with Chuck and the Western babe working together, all the oil palm fruits were finally peeled.
The original six clusters, totaling about forty kilograms of fruit, were reduced to less than twenty kilograms after peeling. However, the inedible stalk part wasn't entirely useless; it could be used as fuel once dried.
Next was boiling and pitting.
Since it was precious edible oil, Chuck didn't skimp. He used fresh water, added it to the pot, and brought it to a boil. Then, he and Julia scooped up the prepared palm fruits and poured them in, covering the pot to steam.
After about ten minutes, Chuck took a spare wooden plank, poured the softened palm fruits onto it, and added water to the pot again—since one pot couldn't boil everything, he needed another batch.
The cooked palm fruits were steaming hot and noticeably much softer. Peeling back the outer skin revealed a cotton-like texture in the flesh. It tasted similar to a sweet potato and felt like taro, but the overall flavor was somewhat underwhelming compared to both.
Peeling and pitting were relatively safe and much simpler. As the oppressive heat completely dissipated, Chuck didn't hesitate to call the mother and daughter over. All four gathered around the pot, using their hands to peel and pit the palm fruits one by one, picking the flesh into the pot, occasionally taking a bite themselves.
Though the taste was mediocre, it was fresh and served as a quick snack before dinner.
As the sky gradually darkened, after removing the pits, just over ten kilograms of pulp and skin remained, which were all placed in the clay pot.
Even without adding water, a small amount of liquid was visibly separating from the cooked pulp, with a layer of light brown oil floating on top, looking like an extremely thick meat broth.
After all the afternoon's effort, everything was finally ready. Chuck placed the pot of peeled and pitted palm fruits, along with the prepared pounding tool and filtering tool, into the Workbench.
The long-awaited Synthesis button finally lit up.
[Can Synthesize: Oil Palm Mixture, Required Time: 3 hours, Occupies 2 Work Slots] [Synthesize?]
He pressed it without hesitation. As the countdown appeared in the light cluster, Chuck let out a long breath.
That's enough for today.
He looked up, seeing the sky already stained red by the sunset.
Southwest Bay
For Tang Yumo, today was the most difficult and frustrating day since she was stranded on the deserted island.
The oppressive heat was even worse than yesterday. Even going out just to collect wild fruits soaked her clothes with sweat.
But that wasn't what bothered her the most.
What troubled her was that after a hard half-day of gathering supplies, upon returning to the cave, she heard something that chilled her to the bone from the two female students she had vowed to protect.
That Chuck actually paid an uninvited visit!
Although the two girls' descriptions varied slightly, suggesting they had met Chuck at different times, the general gist was the same.
"He kept looking for you. He said he was just looking for some resources, and he didn't seem to have any ill intentions."
Collecting resources?
Inside the cave at sunset, Tang Yumo sat by the fire, her expression growing increasingly grim.
To use such an excuse…
It seemed he might not know yet that she was aware of his true nature?
She would probably never forget the scene she witnessed that day when she followed Chuck on the East Beach of the deserted island. Only Gu Mòmo had seen her as she came and went.
Could that child… have not told Chuck that I was following him?
At this thought, Tang Yumo's eyes suddenly brightened.
Gu Mòmo's reaction that day was also strange, almost as if she was rushing to the beach to join that depraved party. But thinking about it again, perhaps Tang Yumo herself had just been scared.
Maybe Gu Mòmo was just worried about her mother. Maybe… she had always wanted to escape the man's clutches with her mother?
The more Tang Yumo thought about it, the more serious her expression became.
Yes, that child was an outstanding student who had participated in the Math Olympiad. She was sweet, lovely, and well-behaved. How could she so easily submit to that man's licentious power?
But even so… what could she do?
Tang Yumo slowly lowered her head, feeling even more depressed.
In the past few days, she had consistently avoided contact with Chuck, and he had, as she hoped, left her alone.
But why did he suddenly show up today?
Considering the absurd scene she witnessed that day, the answer wasn't hard to guess.
Although it was in the past, Chuck had indeed confessed his feelings to her. In a man's terms, she was once the White Moonlight he loved but couldn't possess.
Now on a deserted island, that lecher had already forced two women under him. It was no surprise that he would try to make her his next target to satisfy his lingering regret.
"Disgusting…"
At this thought, Tang Yumo's face was extremely unsightly. The toes of her feet, pressed together by the fire and wearing her woven sandals, dug tightly into her soles.
She leaned forward, resting her chin on her knees and wrapping her arms around her legs. Her slender shoulders trembled slightly in the firelight.
Tang Yumo had always acted with integrity since childhood, absolutely not the kind of woman who would sell her dignity for gain or survival.
If that guy really tried to use some shameless means…
She would rather die than let him succeed!
But right now…
Tang Yumo slowly raised her head, gently pushed up her glasses, and looked at the two girls across the fire.
Kanae and Kaoru.
After spending the last two days together, Tang Yumo had a general understanding of the two Japanese high school girls.
The former was sincere, kind, and self-disciplined, which Tang Yumo genuinely liked. The latter, although seemingly somewhat pensive and slightly diplomatic in her words, was generally a good, communicative child.
But now, their existence had also been exposed to that lecher.
It was needless to think: that man would definitely target them too!
Therefore, merely having the determination to die rather than surrender wouldn't be enough!
Tang Yumo clenched her fists, her fingernails digging deep into her palms.
She had to do something before things became irreversible…
As she was feeling frustrated and preoccupied, she didn't notice. Kanae and Kaoru, sitting across the fire, were also somewhat different tonight, appearing quiet and subdued.
Kanae's gaze occasionally dropped to her pocket before looking up again, as if waiting for something she hadn't yet received.
Kaoru, meanwhile, was staring blankly at the burning flames and crackling firewood. Every so often, she would look up, her eyes sparkling with a strange light as she observed Tang Yumo across from her.
In the depths of her eyes, a hint of hostility quietly surfaced.
They say three women make a drama.
If Chuck could see this scene from a God's-eye view right now, he would probably find it quite appetizing.
Late Evening
Under the stone slope platform.
A pair of tight, fiery pale long legs, wearing slightly worn sneakers, stepped onto the stone slope with a leisurely pace.
"Whew~"
Julia, her golden hair wet and draped over her shoulders, still wearing only a purple lace bra top, a rough "towel" fabric draped over her slender neck, walked while raising her slender arms high. With the crisp sound of joints cracking, she stretched widely.
This "towel" was given to her by Chuck after dinner.
Not just her; the Gu mother and daughter, and Chuck himself, each kept one for daily cleaning. The material was familiar to her—it was the trunk fiber they had cooked and dried under the scorching sun earlier that day, sweating profusely.
The fabric made from fiber was quite rough to the touch, but its absorbency was surprisingly good. It was remarkably suitable for use as a towel.
As for how the fibers were transformed into a "towel" in just half a day, Julia no longer bothered to wonder.
In her heart, Chuck was now only half a size 7 battery away from the almighty God.
In short, there was hardly any difference.
"I love F~U~C~K! Fuck everyday! ~~"
Strolling casually, Julia hummed a simple, crude dirty song in her native tongue set to a strange tune. She slowly walked up the stone slope platform, returning to the cabin before dark.
Take a shower by the sea, then return to the room and have vigorous sex with her beloved man, then fall asleep comfortably, covered in sweat, and filled with cream…
That was the Western babe Julia's plan for the night.
But unfortunately, sometimes plans change, and sometimes they get hijacked.
Just as she approached the cabin door, an inexplicably seductive sound froze the smile on her face.
"Ah~ Ah…"
The sound was somewhat suppressed but completely unable to hide the joy within. It came in wave after wave, growing higher and more unrestrained.
Julia scratched her head, then sighed.
Although her relationship with Gu Yitong had become much more harmonious lately, why did she feel like…
This bitch always got the jump on her?
This can't continue!
She cautiously walked up to the door and peered inside. Sure enough.
Inside the flickering light of the wooden cabin, a plump figure with loose black hair and completely nude, was straddling a muscular, strong body, her pale, fleshy legs spread wide.
The body, brimming with feminine charm, and the powerful male physique were entwined, set against the dim firelight. The scene was visually charged with raw, primal desire.
It caused Julia's breathing to quicken, and her body to feel hot.
Two soft, large, papaya-like mounds of flesh, tipped with shy, rosy cherries, hung slightly. They jiggled up and down with the slow rocking of the fleshy, fat honey-buttocks, causing dizzying ripples.
However, the amplitude of the two mounds of flesh was different, as the cherry on one side was currently being unceremoniously sucked into a mouth, savored and tasted.
Milky white fluid slowly dripped from Chuck's lips. The rich, sweet scent of milk spread between his teeth and tongue, combined with the slippery, warm, soft sensation below. It made Chuck's mind tingle with pleasure.
Tingling was one thing, but Gu Yitong tonight was operating in Perverted Mode.
Feeling he had eaten enough, Chuck slapped the fatty flesh-mound in front of him with a pat, immediately eliciting a ripple and a moan. Along with a few drops of residual fluid splashing onto his chest, he rebuked her softly.
"Ride faster, bitch. What are you resting for?"
"Wuuu-mm—"
Because the sensitive flesh-mounds were already more sensitive than usual and were currently vulnerable after being savored by Chuck, the sudden rough slap sent an electric jolt through Gu Yitong's body. The hole that gently enveloped Chuck's long spear contracted and twitched violently, causing her to have a small orgasm on the spot…
Gu Yitong's face flushed crimson, her body tensed. After a brief pause of a few seconds, she slowly lowered her head.
The exquisitely beautiful milf face showed no trace of its former cold arrogance, only a wooden, wanton expression.
"Understood… Master, please… be gentle."
After speaking, the speed at which her fat honey-buttocks rocked slightly increased. Though clumsy, she was clearly trying hard. The pale flesh of her buttocks knocked against Chuck's strong thighs, issuing sounds of decadence.
Both were currently angled sideways toward the door, so the scene was completely exposed to Julia. She blinked her exquisitely beautiful blue eyes, and a strange philosophical question involuntarily popped into her small, wise brain.
What did the first person to drink milk do to the cow?
Chuck quickly provided the answer.
"Gentle?"
He smiled at her request, immediately reached out and pinched the other flesh-mound. Then, amid Gu Yitong's gasp of surprise, he took the cherry into his mouth. Simultaneously, he lifted his legs, firmly planting his heels against the bed frame…
Then, his mouth and his thigh muscles exerted force at the same time!
Clap!
Sizzle—
The next second, Gu Yitong's continuous moans came to an abrupt halt. Chuck's ears were suddenly silent, leaving only the sound of fluid erupting.
The sound was the same, but the source was twofold.
One was beneath his abdomen, thoroughly wetting the connection point with warmth. The other was between his lips and teeth, the body-temperature milk mixed with the female scent—simply irresistible.
Gu Yitong's milf feet, resting on the bed frame, instantly curled up and hooked back. Her ten pearly toes clenched to an unprecedented degree. Her beautiful, raised face was flushed with blood, and her soft milf waist arched sharply backward. Her upper body leaned back, but the flesh-mound Chuck was fiercely sucking on became an obstacle. It was forcibly elongated right then and there by the two opposing forces!
This was intense.
Gu Yitong's two most sensitive areas were simultaneously stimulated so violently that the dopamine level in her brain instantly broke the critical point. All the beautiful milf flesh on her body trembled wildly at the same time. Her once rational and proud pupils were completely destroyed. Her raised, crimson face was utterly broken, her lips wide open in an 'O' shape.
Yet, she couldn't make a sound.
The long spear, hitting the entrance to the inner sanctuary, suddenly felt an unprecedented, powerful squeeze, which momentarily stunned Chuck, who was currently in a frenzy.
He suddenly had a strange sense of déjà vu.
It seemed Julia had reacted like this before.