Chuck had decided to take Kaoru today for two main reasons. First, the rare rainy day had turned into a marathon. He had been battling the four women since the afternoon, intending to enjoy a four-on-one session to his heart's content. However, even after his opponents had all collapsed in exhaustion, he found himself still craving more. This only further proved that the enhancements from the Yellow Potion were comprehensive; even his sexual stamina had far surpassed the limits of a normal man.
Second, Kaoru's transformation had been unexpectedly smooth.
On her second night, Chuck had further dismantled her pride. He ordered her to strip naked and kneel before Kanae—the friend she had once hurt with her words—to beg for forgiveness. Kaoru had obeyed without much hesitation. Just as he predicted, she didn't show a hint of excitement. To her, humiliation and regret were just that—pure humiliation.
Because she had apologized while naked and sobbing, her submission was absolute. Kanae, coached by Chuck beforehand, had played along with a cold front before "reluctantly" reconciling with her. Since then, Kaoru's subservience had deepened.
Chuck couldn't read minds, but with his heightened mental attributes, he could monitor her every move even while excavating the cave or enjoying himself with the others. Over the past five days, Kaoru's performance had been flawless.
During the day, she proactively shared the workload with Elena and Julia. Despite being a spoiled girl who had never done manual labor, she did her best, and the two women were patient with her. Her efficiency was slowly growing. At night, she curled up on her straw mat in the corner, listening to the sounds of Chuck fucking the others, struggling to fall asleep. Sometimes she would instinctively rub her legs together, but she never dared to make a sound.
Every time she encountered anyone—even Kanae—she would bow and nod cautiously. She knew only Chuck and Kanae spoke Japanese, so she rarely spoke at all. At mealtime, she waited for everyone to finish before eating the leftovers. Elena and Julia eventually found it hard to watch and started setting her portion aside beforehand. Even then, she wouldn't sit at the table. She took her bowl to the corner and ate in silence. Because Chuck provided enough food, her haggard face had mostly regained its color.
Chuck wasn't sure if this was a survival-driven act or a fundamental change in her personality, but it didn't matter. He had given her only one chance, and he believed she knew it. His plan was simple: take her now, and decide whether to improve his attitude toward her later.
Hearing his voice, Kaoru's thin body jerked violently. Since her fake sleep had been exposed, she had no choice but to slowly sit up from the straw mat. She instinctively reached up to tidy her messy blonde bangs, her face flushing crimson as she stared at the floor at Chuck's feet. Her heart was hammering against her ribs. She realized this was her chance to be accepted by him, but despite her "gal" persona, she was a complete virgin. She was physically and mentally unprepared.
"I..." she started, but she couldn't find the words.
"What? You're unwilling?"
"No... no! Not unwilling! I'm not!" Sensing the flicker of displeasure in Chuck's tone, Kaoru looked up in a panic, waving her hands in denial.
But the moment she looked up, her vision was filled by a terrifying, massive object—a towering, throbbing meat-spear covered in white foam and glistening moisture. In the flickering light of the fire behind Chuck, the dragon-like shadow almost completely eclipsed her face.
Gulp.
Kaoru's breathing became ragged. She instinctively swallowed. The terrifying shape and the pungent, masculine scent made her brain go fuzzy and her lower belly flush with heat. But following that was a surge of pure terror.
Wait... what is this size? How is it this big? How is something like that supposed to fit? It's going to break me!
She suddenly remembered that first night, watching from outside the window as Kanae's stomach was visibly pushed out from the inside. Has Kanae... been doing it with this thing all along?
The problem was that Kanae had been in the volleyball club since middle school; her height and build were far superior to Kaoru's. If Kanae could barely handle it, what about her? Kaoru stared at the monster in the shadows, and the thought of it piercing her most private place made her skin crawl.
"I... I..." Tears of fear welled in her eyes. She leaned back on her straw mat, her slender body instinctively recoiling. she wanted to refuse but didn't dare, so she looked up at Chuck with pleading eyes.
But Chuck didn't give a damn about her thoughts. "You what?" he asked, his voice flat and emotionless.
His attitude toward her remained consistent: she was optional. She was a free adult, and he wasn't a bandit or a thug. She had the right to refuse. But by the same token, he had the right to refuse her.
In the civilized world, Kaoru could use her looks and manipulation to get what she wanted without paying a price, mostly because that world was full of spineless "simps." But on this island, there were no simps.
Sensing the finality in his tone, despair flooded Kaoru's eyes. As terrified as she was of this "dragon," facing the cruel island alone was a far more terrifying prospect.
"I... I understand." When it came down to her actual survival, Kaoru didn't hesitate for long.
With trembling hands and a face burning with shame, she slowly began to peel off her worn-out high school uniform. From the jacket to the shirt, and finally the skirt. Kaoru had a slender, "influencer" type body—long limbs, excellent proportions, but not particularly busty or curvy.
Chuck watched from above, neither helping nor interfering. When she reached behind her to unhook her cream-colored bra, her two small, firm, and white mounds were fully revealed to him. The nipples were a pale pink, and the shape was perky. It wasn't the first time Chuck had seen them, so his gaze remained calm as he watched her trembling hands move down to the cotton panties at her hips.
But at this crucial step, Kaoru froze. Her lips trembled with fear.
Seeing her stalling, Chuck finally lost his patience. He took a half-step forward, his hips twitching.
SLAP!
With a crisp sound, the hot, terrifying cock slapped against Kaoru's collagen-rich cheek, leaving a clear red mark.
"Ah!" Kaoru gasped, clutching her face. She lowered her head in shame and fear, looking up at Chuck through her lashes.
"My patience is limited," Chuck said, his voice ice-cold. He sounded like a judge passing a heartless sentence.
"...I understand! I understand!"
Faced with the harsh reality, Kaoru finally snapped out of her naivety. She kicked off her panties with frantic speed, then shamedly pressed her legs together in a futile attempt to hide herself. At this point, the only thing she was wearing was her black over-the-knee silk stockings.
Given her current status in Chuck's mind, he had no intention of letting her on his bed. He also didn't want to wake the four sleeping women. He leaned down and grabbed one of Kaoru's slender ankles in each hand.
He forced them apart.
"Eek!" Kaoru cried out, covering her face as she struggled. But her frail legs were no match for Chuck's strength. They were shoved wide, exposing her most precious place to him. Her "butterfly" was a youthful pink, the shape delicate and pretty, with sparse hair that looked like it would be perfect if trimmed into a heart shape.
Chuck admired the view for a moment as her feet trembled in his grip. Then, without further hesitation, he hooked her silk-clad legs over his shoulders and lunged forward. The burning, hot dragon pressed against her virgin entrance.
Kaoru's eyes shook. Her blonde hair was scattered across the straw mat, and her slender upper body was pinned to the floor. Her legs were pushed back so far that her silk-covered feet pointed toward the ceiling, and her white ass was thrust high into the air.
She instinctively tried to squirm away, trying to buy herself a few more seconds to prepare mentally. But Chuck's forceful movements told her the die was cast. Tears finally spilled from her eyes.
"Mr. Chuck... please be gentle with me... hic... I really know I was wrong... please..."
As Chuck prepared to drive home, he heard her pathetic, childlike sobbing. He looked up and saw Kaoru covering her face with her wrists, crying like a lost child. It was a heart-wrenching sound, the kind that would normally trigger a protective instinct in any man.
Chuck paused, but he didn't offer any comfort. Instead, he reached out and gripped Kaoru's soft cheek tightly. The crying stopped instantly. Kaoru lowered her hands, her tear-streaked eyes full of shock and terror.
"People are sleeping. Are you trying to wake them up with all that noise?" Chuck narrowed his eyes, as heartless as a villain.
Kaoru bit her lip, trying to hold back more tears. Out of fear of Chuck, she forced herself to stop, her face turning red as she trembled and slowly shook her head.
Satisfied, Chuck nodded. "Good." He leaned down, staring into her eyes, which looked like those of a frightened rabbit. "As long as you stay like this—a submissive, good girl—I'll be good to you. Do you understand?"
Kaoru's body shivered. Deep within her tear-filled eyes, a flicker of sickly joy emerged. With her cheek still gripped by Chuck, she managed a muffled, distorted reply.
"...I understand, Mr. Chuck."
"Good girl." Chuck let go of her cheek and gently tucked a stray hair behind her ear. "Now then, so you don't wake the others... as a good girl, what should you do?"
"..."
Kaoru blinked, stunned for a second. Then, her slender hands trembled as she raised them and crossed them over her own mouth. She was gagging herself.
Chuck couldn't have been more satisfied. He nodded with a smile, then drove his hips forward.
Without any warning, a soul-tearing pain exploded within Kaoru! Her pupils shrunk to pinpricks, and her slender white waist spasmed and arched in agony. Her feet, pointed at the ceiling, began to twitch and cramp violently.
She instinctively wanted to scream, but her mouth was sealed tight by her own palms. Her face turned a deep purple from the effort of holding it in, and she could only let out muffled, guttural whimpers.
This was only the beginning.
The massive organ, bolstered by the Yellow Lycoris, ruthlessly stretched and broke through her barrier. With a few drops of crimson spilling out, it pushed all the way to her depths, flattening every internal fold and filling her completely.
As Kaoru's tears flowed from the pain, the incredible tightness of her body made Chuck lose his last shred of restraint. He began a series of brutal, rhythmic thrusts.
The "gal" JK was treated like a ragdoll. She shook helplessly under the heavy impacts, her stomach bulging out with every thrust. Her eyes glazed over, flickering between pain, terror, and a dazed trance. Yet, through it all, she kept her hands clamped over her mouth. Even as her manicured nails dug into the backs of her hands until they bled, she didn't loosen her grip.
To make Mr. Chuck like me, I have to be a good girl... That was the only thought left in her mind as the burning pain consumed her.
After an eternity, Chuck took a deep breath and delivered one final, heavy slam. Amidst the spray of bubbly fluid and blood-streaked moisture, Kaoru's frail body spasmed in sync with his injection. Her toes curled toward the roof, and on her contorted, tear-streaked face... a hint of ecstatic crimson finally bloomed.
Chuck exhaled and withdrew. On the straw mat beneath her raw, red ass, several spots of blood remained.
Night fell, and the storm outside grew even more violent. Massive waves slammed into the reefs, spraying water across the beach. The jungle swayed in the gale, the sound of breaking palm fronds and branches echoing through the air.
As time passed, the storm finally subsided. By the time the morning sun rose over the ocean, the black clouds had vanished.
Chuck rose early as usual, pushed the door open, and stretched in the morning light, breathing in the fresh, post-rain air. It was a cool, hopeful morning—seemingly no different from any other.
But that wasn't the case.
Even with Chuck's heightened senses, he couldn't see that on the southern beach—the same place where he had first woken up—a new figure had appeared.
She had wavy, wine-red hair, snowy-white skin, and an incredibly voluptuous body. Currently, she was lying face-down on the sand, wearing loose athletic clothes soaked through by the sea. She looked dead, yet she wasn't.
Suddenly, the figure twitched and began to cough violently!
Cough! Cough! Cough!
As she spat out a mouthful of seawater, a pair of deep blue eyes—much like Julia's—slowly opened.
Janet Alvarez struggled to push herself up from the sand, looking around in a daze. When she realized she was on a tropical beach full of palm trees, a sharp pain shot through her head. She clutched her forehead as the memories before her blackout resurfaced.
"Fuck..." she whispered.
Realizing what had happened, Janet sat up and stared hopelessly at the ocean under the rising sun. A weary expression settled on her mature, defined features. She parted her red lips and murmured in a low, husky voice:
"Jules... Auntie really managed to get into some deep shit this time, didn't she?"