The moment Janet pushed open the wooden door, her body froze. The scene before her was, for a moment, completely incomprehensible.
At the wooden table where everyone had enjoyed a harmonious lunch, Elena and her daughter Momo, along with the two Japanese high schoolers, were sitting in their chairs, quietly eating dinner. They acted as if the man and woman frantically tangling in a "breeding" posture on the wide bed in the corner of the room simply didn't exist.
"Oh."
As the door creaked, Elena—who had been "focused" on her food—turned her head. The moment she saw Janet, a look of panic flashed across her flushed, beautiful face. She hurried to set down her ceramic bowl and apologized in English.
"Sorry, Janet. I forgot to call you. Please, sit down. I'll get you some food." Elena stood up, busying herself with bowls and spoons.
Throughout her apology and her movements, less than ten meters away on the large bed, the primitive and intense scene continued unabated. A fiery, curvaceous white body was pinned beneath a tall, muscular figure. Julia's snowy-white legs and pink-soles were hoisted high over the man's shoulders, shaking violently to the sound of wet, rhythmic slapping and guttural groans of pleasure.
Janet could see it clearly: a thick, vein-covered "spear" of terrifying length and girth—looking almost too monstrous to be real—was ruthlessly conquering the space between Julia's thighs. Every thrust made her ass cheeks jiggle like jelly, pulling the pink, swollen flesh in and out with dominant force.
The two bodies were, without a doubt, her niece Julia and Chuck—the only man she had met on this island.
Julia, who had just reunited with her after so long, was now beneath this man, acting like a total slut right in front of her. The surreal nature of it gave Janet a sense of vertigo, so much so that she barely heard Elena's words.
Seeing Janet standing still, Elena realized the awkwardness. She glanced back at the couple on the bed, her own face turning a deeper shade of crimson. She stepped forward and whispered to Janet. "Would you... like me to move a chair outside? You can eat out there."
"OH! OH MY GOD! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!!"
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Whether by coincidence or design, Chuck's movements became even more violent and feral the moment Janet entered. It was as if he wanted to showcase every inch of her niece's debauchery to her.
After a long silence, Janet's blue eyes narrowed slightly, but then she forced a smile. She looked at the embarrassed Elena and shook her head. "It's fine. Young people will be young people. I'll just eat here."
"Oh... alright." Elena was surprised. Even she felt uncomfortable. While they were used to being "serviced" by Chuck in rotation every night, it wasn't common for him to go at it this hard while the others were literally eating dinner at the table.
But since Janet didn't mind, Elena served her a bowl and sat back down. As the battle on the bed reached its peak, everyone at the table became increasingly restless. Momo stopped eating entirely, staring wide-eyed with a flushed face and heavy breathing, her eyes practically turning into hearts.
Finally, with a deep roar, Chuck watched Julia's eyes roll back and tremble as he slammed home one last time. His "halberd" forced its way past the cervix, flooding her "inner palace" with hot, thick energy. Julia let out a piercing, high-pitched scream, her toes curling and twitching as her pale belly visibly distended from the sheer volume of his "gift."
As Chuck pulled out, a mixture of sweat and cream overflowed from her. The air in the room finally began to cool.
Janet picked up her bowl and took a calm sip of the hot soup.
Chuck threw a blanket over Julia's sweat-soaked, heaving body. He hopped off the bed, pulled on a pair of shorts, and walked over to the table, his bare upper body still glistening with sweat and corded with muscle. He took a bowl from Elena's trembling hands, glanced at Janet—who was eating quietly—and whispered to Elena.
"Tell her I'm sorry. And tell her Julia is fine; she just needs to sleep for a bit."
Elena nodded shyly and translated. Janet didn't have much of a reaction. She just waved it off and smiled at Elena. "It's nothing. Young men and women... it's natural. I'm just a guest; please don't mind me."
As she spoke, she finished her meal. She stood up, cleared her spot, nodded politely to Chuck, and walked out. Her wavy red hair swayed against her broad, powerful back, and her massive, firm hips rolled with every step, a sight that made Chuck's mouth go dry.
Chuck took a sip of the mutton soup, the savory flavor coating his tongue. He narrowed his eyes. Julia was right. This aunt of hers is going to be a tough nut to crack.
Since Julia's aunt was here, Chuck couldn't let her sleep on a straw mat like Kaoru had. After dinner, he headed to the storage room, planning to use his bronze wedges to craft a single bed for Janet. With an ass that big, it needed to be sturdy.
But when he stepped into the storage room, he froze. In the corner sat a simple, narrow four-legged wooden bed. It wasn't as polished as something from the workbench, but it looked solid and well-made.
Chuck was stunned. In one afternoon, she built a fence and found the time to make herself a bed?
A few weeks ago, he might have been impressed. But now, he stepped back outside and looked at Janet's silhouette as she stood under the palm awning, watching the sunset.
He was certain now: she refused to be a freeloader. She worked hard and even provided her own furniture to maintain her independence. She might smile at him, but her guard was sky-high.
However, Chuck didn't feel discouraged. Like he told Julia: If she's hard to handle, I'll just have to handle her harder. The island was small, and as Julia's aunt, she had nowhere else to go but under his roof.
Time was on his side.
Night fell.
"Woof! Woof! Awoooo! YES! OH GOD!" "Mr. Chuck... there... not there! EEEEE!!" Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
With the darkness came the flickering firelight and the usual nightly chaos. On the large bed, Chuck took turns "blessing" each of the women. He held Elena's "leash" as he pounded into her thick, mature ass; he hoisted Kanae's tight, sun-kissed athletic body into the air, her short hair messy as she lost herself in the rhythm.
He felt the tight, youthful heat of Momo's entrance, playing with her soft feet until the girl shook so hard she wet the bed. Then he hoisted Kaoru's slender legs over his shoulders, dragging her wet tongue out with his hand as he emptied his load into her newly-opened "gate."
Bodies—small, voluptuous, or tight—were all drenched in sweat beneath his conquest. The air became thick, humid, and heavy with the scent of sex.
In the storage room just a wall away, Janet sat silently at the head of her bed. Her red hair was loose, and she was draped in her tracksuit jacket. She listened to the endless, wet sounds coming from the other side, staring silently at the ceiling beams in the dark.
"Eat."
By a different fire, a roasted rabbit leg was held out by a snowy-white hand. The woman's voice was low and gravelly, her English broken and simple.
Yume sat on a stone, nodding gratefully as she took the meat. "Thank you."
After the initial "kidnapping," it had taken a lot of effort for Yume to convince this tall, silver-haired woman that she wasn't an enemy. Once released, the Russian woman realized the forest Yume came from was full of predators, so she didn't chase her away. She let her stay.
Yume had begun to get her bearings. To the east was the dense jungle she had crossed. To the west was a vast plain that sloped down toward a lake in the distance, teeming with wildlife. Their current home was a cave beneath a cliff, situated between the forest and the plain.
The cave was more like a tunnel; passing through it led to a tiny, secluded cove no larger than a basketball court, filled with jagged rocks. It was safe, but lacked resources.
Through desperate hand gestures, Yume learned the silver-haired woman's story. Like the others, she was a survivor of a maritime accident who washed up in that tiny cove. Since there was no food there, she had to scavenge the edges of the forest and plains. She didn't venture deep into either. She didn't explain why, but she pointed to the jagged, ugly scars across her perfectly defined abdominal muscles. Yume understood.
They communicated with twelve basic English words: You, me, this, that, good, bad, can, can't, eat, drink, sleep, thank you.
Surprisingly, even those twelve were almost too many. The silver-haired woman had accepted Yume's presence completely, sharing half of every meal she caught without hesitation. Yume had said "thank you" a hundred times, but the woman never responded. To her, it seemed like an irrelevant detail.
The rabbit meat was dry and tough as paper, reminding Yume of boiled chicken breast from her dieting days. But she didn't waste a bit. Even though the resources here were scarce compared to the southwest cove, Yume felt strangely more relaxed.
Scrape. Scrape. Scrape.
Under the firelight, the silver-haired woman crouched, holding a shard of shimmering black stone. She was grinding it against a flat rock. Every movement of her muscular shoulders and toned arms was visible. Yume marveled at her strength; she had never seen a woman with a physique so close to a male athlete's.
What is she doing? Sharpening a knife? For hunting, presumably.
Yume finished her meal, drank some water, and felt sleepiness wash over her. She tried to say goodnight, but the Russian woman didn't look up, focused entirely on the black stone. Yume gave up and headed into the cave to sleep.
Time passed.
Beneath the starry sky, the silver-haired woman finally stopped. She held the palm-sized black stone up to the firelight. The tip was now flat, razor-sharp, and glinted with a cold, lethal light.
Her emerald-green eyes reflected the flames. She stood up slowly, her expression turning murderous.
"Black dog... I will find you... and I will kill you... bitch," she growled in Russian.
At dawn, Chuck woke up early to exercise. But for once, he wasn't the first one up.
As he passed the storage room, he glanced at the single bed. It was empty. From outside, the rhythmic thump of a hammer echoed.
He walked to the edge of the stone platform. Down below, Janet was already dressed and working, her voluptuous body swaying as she drove stakes into the ground to continue the garden fence.
Chuck watched her, feeling the challenge. Last night's marathon had been partly for her benefit—a way to introduce his "specialized skills" to the new resident. But whether it was seeing him fuck her niece or listening to a night-long orgy through the wall, Janet had shown zero reaction. She acted like it was none of her business.
Is she just that open-minded? Or is she just a very good actress?
One thing was clear: she was extremely guarded. Chuck frowned. He didn't need more women, but having a fiery, red-headed Amazonian like Janet walking around his camp "untouched" was a special kind of torture. He couldn't force her, and he couldn't kick her out.
He looked back into the cabin at the sleeping, golden-haired Julia. The person who knows Janet best is Julia.
Fortunately, Julia was firmly on his side.
While waiting for the girls to wake, Chuck sat under the awning and opened his DIY interface. He needed to design armor today, but first, he wanted to try an idea that had sparked in his mind the night before.
He visualized a shape. A small, smooth mold appeared on the screen.
[Strange Plug Mold (Designing): Clay x1] [Save this DIY Recipe?]
Chuck chuckled. It actually works.
As the sun rose, the girls woke up. Chuck started the furnace and the breakfast fire. Once everyone had eaten, he called Julia over to the furnace.
"Hey, what's up?"
"I want to ask you something, but before that, I have something for you."
Chuck pulled Julia close, kissing her softly. Then, under her curious gaze, he pulled out a small, shimmering, pale-gold metal gadget.
When she saw what it was, Julia's blue eyes went wide. She instinctively reached back and covered her perky ass with her hands.
"Darling?! WHAT THE FUCK?!"