Even though Julia didn't have much of a personal interest in toys, growing up in the internet age meant she was well-informed. Information was unavoidable; even without seeking it out, it was impossible not to recognize the object in Chuck's hand.
It was a classic model: tapered at the tip, rounded in the middle, and ending in a flared base. Julia had seen versions in pop-up ads with fluffy tails or extended "ice cream scoop" designs. But advertisements were one thing; she had never imagined seeing one in real life.
Even less did she expect to see one in her man's hand, let alone hear him say he wanted to give it to her...
Thinking about how it was used, Julia felt a sudden spike of anxiety. Her rear felt strangely chilly. She looked up at Chuck with her deep blue eyes, testing the waters.
"You... you don't really want me to wear that, do you?"
Chuck smiled, tilting the shimmering, golden metal plug. For safety and comfort, he had polished it until it was mirror-bright and perfectly smooth. "It feels very good."
"Liar!" Julia rolled her eyes, giving him a playful, accusatory look. "It's going to hurt..."
Never having explored that territory, Julia felt a small tremor of fear. But beneath that fear was a spark of curiosity. As a bold Western woman, she wasn't against trying new things, and since she loved Chuck deeply, she was open to unlocking new experiences with him.
She looked at the bronze plug again, her face flushing. Fortunately, it wasn't overly large—only about the thickness of a finger and a half. Even if it hurt, it seemed manageable. Still, her heart hammered against her ribs.
Seeing her conflicted expression, Chuck rubbed her soft blonde hair. For now, he didn't actually intend to "go through the back door." Even if Julia was a sweet-smelling beauty, that area was inherently unhygienic. Furthermore, the "back door" was far less forgiving than the "front door." With his size—enhanced to monstrous proportions by the Yellow Potion—an accidental slip could cause serious injury.
But as the saying goes, a woman has "four mouths." With five women in the house, that was twenty "mouths," five of which were back doors. It would be a waste never to use them.
He wasn't going to do it now, but that didn't mean never. Before he could proceed, he needed to fulfill three prerequisites.
First, safety: given his caliber, a forced entry was out of the question. He needed these small plugs to help the women adapt to the sensation of having a foreign object there.
Second, hygiene: he needed a saline solution of the right concentration and temperature for douching. Repeated cleaning without pure salt could disrupt the natural flora or damage the mucous membranes. He needed clean, impurity-free salt.
Finally, lubrication: the storage room was still full of palm kernels. With his upgraded bronze tools, he could crush them and refine them into palm kernel oil—a substance far more precious and moisturizing than standard palm oil, perfect for lubrication.
Once those three conditions were met, Chuck could comfortably develop the "back entrance" of his harem and lead them into a new world of pleasure. This little metal plug was the first key.
"I really can't say no to you..." Julia's face was bright red. She slowly moved her hands away from her rear and playfully swatted Chuck's chest. She leaned into his embrace, her eyes turning misty and seductive. "Then, Darling... you have to put it in for me yourself."
Chuck hadn't expected her to be so forward. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Right now?"
"Why not?"
"Haha, alright. Come here."
Chuck opened his arms. Julia bit her lip and threw her arms around his neck, jumping up so he could catch her. She expertly wrapped her long, snowy-white legs around his waist. Usually, when they were in this position, they were both naked and he was already slamming into her. This time was different.
Julia was clearly high on the adrenaline of the new experience. She kissed him passionately, and Chuck responded, their tongues tangling in a deep, wet exchange.
Mwah. Shlick.
While they kissed, one of Chuck's hands slid down from her thigh. He gripped the bronze plug he had hidden in his palm and slid his hand into the waistband of her denim shorts, touching her smooth, firm butt cheeks.
When she felt the cold metal brush against her crack, Julia's body jolted. Her heart rate tripled. Her arms around his neck began to tremble with nerves, forcing her to kiss him even harder, her tongue swirling frantically in his mouth. She was like a child getting a shot, trying to distract herself with anything else.
The metal plug moved lower, hovering over her tender "orange bud." He felt her entire body tense up. He didn't rush. He moved lower still, his fingers finding the wet, hot moisture of her "front cave." Julia was already so worked up that she was flooding.
As he rubbed the metal against her outer folds, a few cute whimpers escaped her nose, and her hips began to writhe impatiently.
Sensing the timing was right, Chuck didn't hesitate. He pulled his fingers back, centered the plug against the tight, unprepared opening, and pushed firmly.
"MMMPH!!"
Julia's body went into a violent spasm. Her legs locked around his waist like a vice. A cry of pain started in her throat but was swallowed by Chuck's mouth, turning it into a series of muffled moans.
After a long moment, they pulled apart, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips. Julia's face was as red as if she were drunk. Chuck set her down gently. Her knees were so weak she almost collapsed; Chuck caught her by the waist to steady her.
"How does it feel?" he asked with a grin.
"...Full. It feels so full," Julia admitted truthfully, her face burning as she tried to take a tentative step.
Because the plug wasn't massive, the pain wasn't as bad as she'd feared. Instead, the "heat" in her rear and a strange, buzzing numbness she had never felt before made her feel both embarrassed and inexplicably aroused. She looked at him with watery eyes.
"Do I have to wear it all the time?"
"Of course not." Chuck shook his head. "If it gets uncomfortable, take it out. Just keep it with you."
"Okay..." Julia nodded. Then, a realization dawned on her, and her eyes widened. Wait... what is the point of wearing this? Is it just for fun? Or...
A thought that made her scalp tingle occurred to her. She looked at Chuck in shock. "Darling... are you planning to use my ass?"
Chuck chuckled and stroked her hair. "Not yet."
"Not yet..." Hearing that, Julia's heart hammered even harder. He was eyeing her ass! The cold sensation from the plug felt even more intense now. But instead of being repulsed, she felt a strange, throbbing excitement.
Being filled by something as big as Darling's... in that place... what would it feel like? It would go so deep. Would it hurt, or would it feel amazing?
As she fantasized, she felt herself growing even wetter between her legs.
Seeing her dazed, cute expression, Chuck smiled and moved on to the next topic. "Like I said, I called you over for more than just a gift. I have something to ask you."
"What is it?" Julia shook off her lustful haze and focused.
Chuck didn't beat around the bush. "The same thing we talked about yesterday. About Janet."
Five minutes later, Julia walked back toward the cabin with a beaming smile, her long white legs moving in a slightly "bow-legged" gait. Chuck stayed by the furnace, lost in thought.
The "secret technique" Julia gave him regarding her Aunt Janet wasn't complicated. In fact, there was no secret at all.
"Aunt Janet has never been married, she hasn't even had a boyfriend," Julia had explained. "She always told me that even if you like someone, you have to take it slow and see their true nature. Don't trust people who lack courage or responsibility. Well... you know my family history. I think she's just used to being alone and doesn't want to take risks. If you want her, Darling, you really have to take it slow."
Chuck knew the history. Julia's mother had divorced her father early, leaving Julia in a single-parent home. Similarly, Janet's parents—Julia's grandparents—had a marriage that ended in disaster. Seeing her sister and parents get destroyed by relationships, combined with her own ability to take care of herself, it wasn't surprising Janet was uninterested in men.
Chuck shook his head with a smirk. She's fine on her own, so why risk it? He used to think the same way. Humans are creatures that seek gain and avoid harm.
To be honest, Chuck's conquest of the other women had been so smooth that facing a "hard target" like Janet was a bit jarring. While the other girls were deeply in love with him, Chuck had to admit that his success stemmed mostly from his sheer power. That was the cruel reality: the strongest male gets the mating rights. It was true in modern society, and it was doubly true on a desert island.
But power alone didn't guarantee everything. There were always exceptions. Janet was one of them.
In just twenty-four hours, Janet had proven she could thrive on this island without Chuck's protection. As long as Chuck maintained his moral bottom line and didn't use force, Janet was his equal. Just like he and Julia had been at the very beginning.
If he wanted to win Janet over, he'd have to do it the old-fashioned way: spending time together and building a bond. If it didn't work, it didn't work.
Chuck's attitude toward things he couldn't force was always to let nature take its course. He had more important things to worry about. He ate a quick breakfast and returned to the furnace. Next step: armor.
Against a black bear, his advantage was the 100% agility bonus from his high mental stats. He had to be able to dodge most attacks. If a bear hit him squarely, even full plate armor wouldn't save his internal organs from being crushed.
He had finalized his armor design during the night. With the DIY feature, he could be creative. He placed his clay molds and ore into the furnace.
[Bronze Scales x200: Requires Copper Ore (10kg), Tin Ore (2kg), Molds: 10, Time: 3 Hours]
By casting hundreds of identical bronze scales and riveting them onto leather, he would create Scale Armor—the gold standard of the bronze age. It was strong enough to turn a bear's claws and teeth but flexible enough to allow him to move freely.
While the scales melted, Chuck's mind wandered again. Gear wasn't enough. Like with the boar, a head-on fight was the last resort. Baits, traps, and ambushes—he had to use every trick in the book.
Just as he was brainstorming, a voice spoke from behind him.
"Mr. Chuck..."
He turned to see Kaoru standing there, looking at him with extreme caution.
"What is it?" he asked calmly.
"There's something... I haven't had a chance to tell you." Kaoru kept her eyes on the ground, clearly terrified of being punished for her oversight.
Chuck frowned. "Speak up. What is it?"
Kaoru nodded and whispered, "It's... it's about Miss Yume."